Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

22. Please, Please, Please

"The trial starts tomorrow." Cersei informed Tate. 

"I'm not going to be thrown back into a cell right?" 

"No." Cersei assured cornering him. 

"Because when you do this, lioness look, on the prowl," He clarified. "It scares me. and excites me." he added. 

"I'm going to shut you up the only way I know how." Cersei decided kissing him. 

Over and over again, Cersei would tell herself this was a one-time thing, that she would stop kissing him and they never see each other again after that kiss. But somehow that message would get lost in translation.

It wasn't like Tate thought he was god's gift to women or that he put some kind of spell on them, making them fall in love with him. Most women just couldn't grasp the idea Tatum Tully. They liked it in theory, handsome exterior package but when it came right down to it, they couldn't handle his attitude. Cersei although she tried to keep herself separate from him, she couldn't keep emotion out of it.

"So what should we do before the trial starts? I have many ideas." Tate decided once her lips pulled free of his. 

"Well, I have a fun idea, Tatum," Cersei remarked

"Uh-huh," he answered

" maybe just stay inside. I know you're craving some fresh air, but the breeze from the window is so nice. It's so nice, right? And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me." Cersei went on. Tate cocked his head back at her. "I'm just kidding, but really... Kinda, really, really..."

"Are you embarrassed of me?" Tate questioned. 

"I wouldnt say that." 

"Are you saying you are better than me?" Tate questioned. "Because i'm on a whole other level that you hot stuff." 

"You know I could get on your level but I don't like being on my knees as much as you." Cersei corrected. A smile curved rates lips.

"I bet given time you would love to be on your knees for me. "

"Keep dreaming"

"I will." Tate called after her. 

"I just want one thing you have." Cersei remarked turning to him. "It starts with a p and ends with an s." Tate smirked stepping forward. "Pockets you degenerate." 

"Yep thats what I was thinking too!"

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Cersei watched with disgust as Maragery smiled at Tate, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her husband of two hours was dead for three days and she had already moved on to Tate. Cersei turned her cheek when Tate saw her watching them. 

"Excuse me." Tate said bowing his head to Margaery.

"If I didnt want to be queen," She whispered watching him go. 

"Cersei." 

"Tatum." She answered. 

"Tommen, how are you lad?"

"I'm okay I guess." TOmmen answered. 

"Okay is good." Tate agreed. "Hey can I talk to you mum for a quick second?" Tommen nodded walking off a few steps. 

"I'm busy." Cersei corrected. 

"Watching Margaery flirt with me, yes I saw." Tate agreed. 

"That isnt-"

"That particular shade of jealousy really suits you. It complements your dress and the bloodshot color of your eyes." Tate remarked. Cersei flipped him the bird behind Tommens back.

"I want you to come to a meeting with my father." Cersei informed him. 

"Flip me off and then make requests, I dont think you understand social etiquette." tate countered. 

"I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste." Cersei told him as they walked. "It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way about you."

"I'm great." Tate agreed.

"I will promise my father that you're different and everyone makes mistakes but just don't Please, please, please.... Don't prove them all right." Cersei begged.

"I repeat, I'm fucking great."

"And please, pleasе, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice." Cersei added getting to her fathers door. "Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker."

"Best behavior. But you gonna tell me what- nope okay here we go." Tate said as she entered. 

Tate couldnt believe what Cersei was requesting. 

"Me?" Cersei shot him a glare.  "RIght dont embarrass you." Tate agreed. "We could have had a discussion first however, given me time to prepare. I can wing it."

"Dont wing anything." Cersei begged. 

"I would consider myself a bit unhinged with a good moral compass." Tate began, cersei slapped a hand to her head. 

"Tatum," She growled. 

"I mean I'm basically lord of riverrunn." Tate remarked with a shrug. "I mean sure... my uncle Blackfish runs the joint but I honestly- HONESTLY!-" Tate declared dramatically. "-don't know how he hasn't been killed yet. He's like so old... like... 50." Tate smirked back at Tywin. "I don't know how you are still breathing, you must be a hundred." Tywin grit his teeth. "I'm a catch and future heir once uncle croaks... whats that look for? You don't want me for your daughter?"

"You can't be serious." Tywin drawled.