ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 | 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃

-bonus chapter-? ch. 8.5

"Why are there so many strings?" Aemond asked impatiently, fumbling with the knots on her gown. Cerys smiled at his eagerness and offered to help, but he declined. Quickly, he undid the knots, loosening her gown but still leaving her covered. Aemond, feeling uncertain, asked, 

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Cerys nodded, looking up at him.

 "I want this, Aemond. I want you," 

she reassured him, starting to unclasp his shirt. She soon became frustrated with the tight clasps, and Aemond smiled, helping her with his shirt.

"Why must you have so many clasps?" she exclaimed, exasperated.

Aemond guided her, and once his shirt was off, she was mesmerized by his bare chest. 

"Do you like what you see?" he teased nervously.

"Of course," 

she whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his collarbone. Aemond slowly pulled her gown down, and Cerys felt bashful but allowed it. He looked at her with admiration, gently touching her skin.

"You are so perfect,"

 he told her, kissing her to ease her embarrassment. As their bodies pressed together, she tugged at his pants.

"Eager, are we?" he teased.

Before she could reply, Aemond gently placed her on the bed. 

"Allow me," 

he said, undoing his pants. A smirk played on his lips as he hovered over her, kissing her passionately. His kisses trailed down her body, memorizing every inch of her between whimpers.

Cerys, trembling with anticipation, confessed,

 "I don't know how to please a man.."

"Don't worry, my love," 

Aemond reassured, guiding her hand over his chest. Her touch made him weak, and he groaned as she gained confidence. He pulled her closer, their foreheads touching.

"We can stop now if you wish," He offered. 

"No, Aemond. I truly want this," 

she replied. Aemond nodded, gently explaining that it might be uncomfortable at first. She didn't question how he knew this but went along with it. 

They embraced each other, and though there were moments of discomfort, they moved together tenderly. 

Cerys rested her head on Aemond's chest, drawing tiny circles against his bare skin. He stared up at the ceiling, his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close under the sheets. Despite their closeness, Cerys worried that he might not have enjoyed their time together.

"Aemond," she spoke softly. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her.

"Yes, love?" he asked, gently caressing her waist with his thumb.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, searching for any sign of disappointment. Instead, his face softened, and he pushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"I enjoyed it a great deal, Cerys," he said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She sighed in relief.

"I'm glad," she replied, running her hand over his chest.

Her movements slowed as she fell asleep. Aemond smiled at the sight and closed his eyes moments later, feeling fortunate to love her.

I kept this a short chapter because this isn't something I'm normally used to writing, and I'm unsure if it will stay in the story or not. Either way, enjoy!