Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Cripples, bastards and broken things - Part 6 - Tyrion x Reader

(Y/n) sat there for a moment, as she continued to let her fingers ghost over the softest material that she had ever felt. She did want to argue; she did want to tell him that such a gift was too good for her. It was a gown for a well born lady, for a queen; and she was most definitely neither of those things. Yet as she looked at the lord's face, and saw the hope in his eyes, all she could do was nod again. A request to see her in the dress, such a little thing; and after all that Tyrion had done for her, it would not seem right to refuse. The silent woman carefully taking the gown from its box, before rising from her chair and making her way behind the modesty screen; removing the simple coerce woollen dress that she wore and letting it fall to the floor beneath her, before bringing the deep burgundy gown down over her head. The feel of the silken material against her cool skin, sending a shiver down her spine. (Y/n) making light work of all the stings that held the bodice and other bits together, before she fixed her hair as best she could, then stepped out from behind the screen. A blush coming to her cheeks, as she saw the look on the little lord's face. Tyrion once more dropping himself from his chair, before he made his way over to her.

"You..........you look like a queen.........." Tyrion told her, as he reached out and took her hand. (Y/n) just shaking her head at the comment.

"You cannot see yourself, (Y/n). From where I stand, any lord, any king would give up every last bit of his wealth to be able to call you, his; to be able to call you his bride........" The youngest son of old Tywin continued, before he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

(Y/n) had never had an issue with the fact that she had not been granted a voice before; but now she wished that she could speak, so that she could tell Tyrion just what this meant to her; just what his kind words meant. She wished that she could thank him; could eloquently state just how much she appreciated him and all the things that he had done for her; but as much as she hoped that the words would come spilling from her tongue, she knew that they would not. So, she did the only thing that she could; (Y/n) pulling up the skirts of the dress just enough so that she could kneel down in front of him, without dirtying her gift, before taking his face in her hands, and placing a soft kiss to his lips. The unspeaking beauty shocked by how right it felt, how nice it felt. (Y/n) finally pulling away; Tyrion staring at her, wide-eyed as she continued to hold his face in her hands.

"(Y/n).........." The little man simply said, before this time kissing her. Her eyes closing as she felt his hand move up into her hair.

This was the first time that she had ever been kissed by a man; the first time that she had ever wanted to be kissed by a man. It true that some boys in the city had tried to kiss her before; that they would try and sneak up on her, while she made her way through the streets of the capital; but she was always quicker than them. Knowing the tightly packed passageways and alleyways better than anyone. So, this, (Y/n) suddenly feeling Tyrion's tongue moving across her lips, causing her to open her mouth and let him in, was like nothing she had ever known before. Her own hands moving from the lion's cheeks up into his hair, as he pulled her closer. A strange feeling growing in the pit of her stomach; an ache, a need for something more. The silent woman suddenly pulling back, as she realised what it meant.

It was true that she was not experienced with men; yet the old woman who raised her, had spoken to her about the things that happened between men and woman; and the girls at the houses on the Street of Silk would often tease her when she would have to make deliveries to the brothels and caught sight of them with their customer. But this, this was really the first time that she had had a feeling that made her truly understand, what the woman that had taken her in, was talking about. (Y/n) finding herself taken aback by her desire for the little man. Taken aback by the fact that she wanted to practice what she had been taught and teased about.

"(Y/n)......did......did I hurt you........?" Tyrion asked, as she got to her feet. The little man taking her hand again, as she shook her head.

"Then what.........?" (Y/n) pulling her hand from his, before she made her way over to the table to where her scraps of paper lay. The young lion's brows furrowing, as he read the words that she had written.

"You don't know how.......? You don't know how to do what.........?" Tyrion suddenly realising how foolish his question had been, when he saw the embarrassed look on (Y/n)'s face.

"Ah......" The young lion said, as he slowly made his way over to her. (Y/n) lowering her eyes to the floor, as he came to stand in front of her.

"Does that mean that you would like to learn how.......? That you would like me to teach you......?" (Y/n) biting on her bottom lip for a moment, before slowly nodding her head.

"Then, my silent beauty, it will be my pleasure to teach you everything you need to know........."