Clandestine. 》 Tyrion Lannister 《

Interruption

(a/n: There is mature content in this chapter)

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When she woke up the next morning, she didn't want to open her eyes. She was afraid it would end up being a dream. That what happened last night with Tyrion was a figment of her imagination. Even if it was, what a marvelous dream it was. She knew, though, that she had to get to her chambers soon. It was morning, but the sun was just starting to rise, which meant no one else would be awake. She had to sneak back into her room before her handmaiden noticed she was missing. She would raise an alarm. She would go to Jon.

She rolled onto her side to face him and opened her eyes. She needed to see him. She needed to look at his handsome face; his scruffy beard, his strong jawline, his beautiful eyes that she found herself drowning in time and time again.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

She smiled, thrilled to see that he was awake, too, because now she actually could look into his eyes. “I was afraid it was all a dream.”

“Are you sure it wasn't a nightmare?” he chuckled.

She smacked his arm lightly in protest, and as she pulled away, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lightly kissed her lips. “You're beautiful. Did you know that?”

She blushed. She had been told all throughout her life how lovely she was; from the boys in town, from the men who visited Winterfell, even from King Robert. She was used to hearing it, but when Tyrion said it, it was different. She suddenly came to the realization that she was still naked. She disentangled herself from his arms and hastily covered herself with the blanket.

She didn't know why she was so embarrassed all of a sudden. Last night, she voluntarily stripped in front of him. She was the one who initiated everything. Now she was hiding from him.

He smirked and raised an eyebrow at her. “Is something the matter?”

He was enjoying this. She could tell by the look on his face and the tone of his voice. She glared at him, but it only made him laugh.

“I am naked, my Lord,” she said patronizingly.

And he laughed again. “Yes. Remember that dream you mentioned?” He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. “It wasn’t a dream.” He waved his finger back and forth between the two of them. “We actually did that, and believe it or not,” he said, looking under the blanket covering himself, “I'm naked, too.”

She squinted her eyes at him. She refused to laugh at him. She wouldn't. “I need to get back to my chambers. Would you please look away so I can put my clothes on?”

“What if I don't want to look away?” He grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows.

He tugged at the blanket she held to her chest, and she played along, gripping tightly to the top of it. Even though she told herself over and over again that she needed to, she wasn't ready to leave his room just yet.

She wasn't just going to sit there and be teased, though. She was going to do the teasing. When he tugged at the blanket again, she let go. He was stunned into silence, and his eyes roamed over her naked body. She knew he wasn't expecting it, and that was exactly what she wanted.

“Is something the matter, my Lord?” she mocked. She positioned herself on his lap and swayed back and forth slowly.

He gulped. He definitely wasn't anticipating this. She loved the look in his eyes. The hunger, the want, and the confusion. He didn't know what to do.

“I thought you had to go?” he managed to say, his voice practically stuck in his throat. His words said one thing, but his hands said another as they clutched onto her waist, helping her glide in unison with his subtle movements.

She raised herself as much as needed, and discarded the blanket that was covering him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She ran her lips along his cheek and up to his temple, peppering his face with kisses, making sure she never stopped rocking her hips. “You make it very hard to leave,” she whispered sexily.

He straightened her up and looked into her eyes. “You, my Lady,” he said as he glanced down at his lap and then back to her eyes, “are the one making it hard.”

“Is that so?” she moaned as lowered herself onto him.

She bit her lip as she continued to rock back and forth on him, and watched his eyes rolls into the back of his head. She slapped her hand over his mouth when his groans grew a little too loud, but it was too late.

His chamber room door burst open as Daenerys stepped inside. “Tyrion!” she shouted worriedly.

Galena quickly jumped off of Tyrion and covered herself. She laid on Tyrion’s right side, the side farthest from the door, trying to hide herself.

“Oh god! I'm so sorry!” Daenerys said as she threw her arm over her eyes. She shut the door, and left the room as quickly as she came in.

Tyrion's mouth hung open as he stared at Galena wide eyed. She should have been worried, she knew this, but instead, out of nowhere, she burst into a fit of giggles. Tears rolled down her face, and Tyrion looked at her as if she had gone crazy. Soon enough, he was snickering too. He hugged her with one arm, pulled her against him, and kissed her temple.

“Well, so much for that.” He took a deep breath and stretched as he released it.

“There are twenty four hours in a day,” she quipped as she stood up. She suddenly didn't care how naked she was. She didn't care that the queen saw her. What she did care about, was him. She wanted him to see. She wanted him to ogle her. She wanted him to want her.

A sly grin formed at the corner of Tyrion’s mouth. “There are!”

Galena smiled as she slipped her nightgown over her head, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “I'll see you at breakfast.” She peeked her head out of Tyrion’s room, making sure the coast was clear, and hurried to her room.