"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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Valyria couldn't stop herself from looking at Aemond's lips, and he saw that. It took all he had to not kiss her then and do unspeakable things to her. But, he didn't, because he did not want to scare her unless it was what she wanted.
But for how much she was looking at his lips, he was fairly certain that she wanted the same as him.
"I don't want to scare you," he murmured. She raised a brow, and he almost—almost—kissed her then. Just because of the challenging glint in those purple eyes.
He loved her fire.
"Try me, little pr—" But she didn't get to finish before his lips crashed on hers. Their first kiss together was nothing like Valyria and Aegon's. No, Valyria and Aegon had been shy and careful.
But Aemond was anything but careful as she staggered back until her back finally met the stone wall. His fingers dug into her hips, throwing caution to the wind.
No, Aemond was anything but careful.
She tilted her head back, and his tongue entered her mouth, tasting her, and memorizing every facet of her existence. She let him have his way with her for a few moments, loving how he was taking charge.
But she wanted her turn. So, when he came up for air, she took advantage of the opportunity and pushed him to the wall. Surprise colored his face, but he didn't give it a second thought as her mouth dominated his.
Lips, teeth, tongue, their passion was messy as they inhaled each other's presence and momentarily forgot to breathe at times. Hair, hips, fingers, it was all a tangle of passion, just trying to hold each other in place and never let go.
She reached up his body to hold onto anything and found his white hair. She tugged it free of the tie, and it went to his ears. But she dug her fingers deeply into his hair and pulled slightly, inciting an intelligible noise to come from his mouth.
Her hips were still locked with his from how close they were, and Aemond was holding her small frame tightly against his body, craving her closeness.
As he kissed her, it occurred to him that no maiden would know to kiss as she did. But somehow, he knew she was still pure. Which meant, she had kissed one before.
In that particular moment, he didn't care who else she kissed, because she was kissing him.
Valyria liked having control, but Aemond craved it as well. He flipped her back against the wall, and she grunted from the contact.
"You know what you're doing," Aemond said as he paused. Her lips were swollen from kissing, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a frustrated pout on her face. But it wasn't typical frustration.
