Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

The banished woman - Part 7 - Tywin x Reader

Everything in italics is a memory.

At that moment, all she could do was stand there, her eyes wide, as she had suddenly found herself wrapped in in two strong arms, and a pair of lips on hers. In all honesty, she hadn't realised what was happening for a moment; her thoughts still filled with anger at Tywin's insulting question. Yet then, when the fog of ire began to dissipate, all she could see was the Hand of the King, in front of her eyes.

Most of her wanted to pull away and slap the old lion's face. She wanted to collect all of her things and take herself and her children as far away from the capital, as she could. To just leave and never look back. To forget that she had ever come to King's Landing and met Tywin again. Yet another part of her, the part that seemed to be winning, despite herself; wanted nothing more than to stay like this, forever. The feel of him around her; of his lips on hers, making the years roll back. Roll back, to when she had believed that Tywin loved her; that perhaps, one day, he might take her as his wife, and they and his children could be a real family.

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"You are beautiful.........." The voice causing her to turn around. A smile coming to her lips, as she saw Tywin standing in the doorway of the bathhouse watching her. A blush coming to her cheeks, as he slowly licked his lips before making his way further into the room. The door closed firmly behind him, afore he slowly began to remove his heavy jacket, and then his shirt, leaving him bare chested. The sight making her heart skip a beat. She knew what he wanted, and despite the fact that it had been a long day with the children; (Y/n) having taken over some of the responsibilities of helping Jaime learn to read, and Tyrion grumbling about the new teeth that were trying to push their way through his gums; she was more than happy to give the handsome lion everything. Able to feel the heat grow inside her, as he began to pull on the strings of his breeches. She still could not believe that he loved her; that she would find herself in his arms every night. That he would take her and make her feel like a woman, in the way that only a man could.

When Joanna had been alive, she had done everything she could to deny her feelings for the handsome lord. Joanna was not just her friend but was like a sister to her and they had done everything together; so, when she had passed while giving birth to poor Tyrion, (Y/n) had felt the loss just as great as any other. And even though there was nothing stopping her from having feelings for the lion, any longer; she had continued to ignore the pull she felt towards him, focusing instead on the three little ones that had been left behind. But then, after some moons, she had noticed that Tywin would watch her; that he would allow his eyes to linger on her for longer than he had ever done before. And then........then there were the touches; they had been nothing to speak of in the beginning, just a mere glancing and fleeting stroke more than anything. Yet slowly they became something more, his palm coming to rest on her shoulder, as he would come and look in on the twins. His hand almost taking hers, whenever they would walk together. His fingertips gently pushing the hair away from the side of her face, before slowly drifting down her neck.

The night that Tywin had come to her chambers, dropped to his knees and told her about how he felt for her, how he wanted to be with her, still felt like a dream, sometimes. But if it were a dream, then she never wanted to wake. She wanted to stay in this wonderful slumber for the rest of her days and do nothing but love her glorious lion. Her teeth biting into her bottom lip as the rest of Tywin's clothing, was allowed to drop to the floor. Her breath catching in her throat, as she saw his aroused state. Wanting nothing more than to take him in her hand, her mouth, between her thighs. To grip onto his shoulders while she wrapped her legs around his waist, before he slowly sheathed himself inside her. (Y/n) making her way over to him, as he lowered himself into the bath with her; his arms pulling her into his body, gripping at her backside, as she brought her legs up around him. His teeth, tongue and lips finding the spot on her neck that he had quickly learnt would make her moan.

"You are mine, (Y/n). No one else's. Only ever mine......Do you understand......?" His whispered words making her heart pound violently against her ribs. A simple nod was all she could give in reply, before he kissed her.

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The sensation of her skirts being moved, brought her back to the present moment. Tywin's lips were still on hers, and she could feel him smile, as she realised that she was kissing him back. That her hands were gripping desperately to his elaborate jacket. That she was pulling him to her. A moan leaving her lips and entering his mouth, as she felt his hand move up her thigh. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man; so long since she had been loved that the feeling was sending her mind reeling. The scent of her former lover filling her senses, as she suddenly found herself picked up from the floor and carried over to the bed. Tywin setting her down, before fully pushing her shirts up around her waist.

"You are mine, (Y/n). No one else's. Only ever mine........Do you understand........?" He asked her. (Y/n) only able to nod, before his head disappeared between her legs.