Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[darotisentys]

[He is eager in this as well, tongue darting in and out of her, tasting her. He pays special attention to her sweet spot, sucking and licking his way around it.]

[draconita]

Aemond, sweetling--

[ When release hits her, it catches her unaware; the stuttering of her hips, the tension arching her back, overtaking her body. Her fingers can't help themselves from pushing him towards her, towards the wave of warm, fresh arousal making a mess of her.

Alys Rivers, crying out his name as she comes, her voice sweet, vulnerable. Not a trace of the madam, laying open and helpless at his mercy. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's music to his ears, to hear her cry out for him. His manipulations continue as each wave hits her, drinking her in. When all is finally calm, he leans back on his knees, looking every bit of the cat who ate the canary.]

Tell me how you feel.

[draconita]

Aflame.

[ Her face nuzzles into her pillow, eager for any sort of soft stimulus.

Her hands move over her body, threading lightly. The lovely legs, the wide hips; the gentle curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. Alys hums, holding herself. ]

What you give me... Such gentle fire.

[darotisentys]

[He strokes her legs gently, tracing his fingers over her skin.]

How long has it been since you felt this way?

[draconita]

... I can't remember.

[ The Riverlands know rain, they know cold. And the sweetness of summer, it comes and goes so fast. It rarely reaches her tower. ]

[darotisentys]

[He shifts and moves up to lay beside her, taking her in his arms.]

I am glad I could give it to you again.

[draconita]

[ She curls against him, pliant and soft as a kitten, her lips raining soft kisses on his neck, the line of his jaw. ]

But you won't allow me to please you tonight...?

[darotisentys]

I am pleased.

[His fingers trace idly across her shoulders.]

You need not worry about me.

[draconita]

... Someone should worry.

[ Soft, sweet words. She kisses the corner of his mouth. ]

[darotisentys]

Perhaps next time.

[Because there will definitely be a next time.]

[draconita]

[ ... Her smile blooms, and she rests her head on his shoulder, pacified. ]

You'll come back.

[darotisentys]

Aye, though I cannot say when, exactly.

[draconita]

I'll be here.

[ A hand resting over his heart. ]

And you'll be careful.

[darotisentys]

As careful as I always am.

[Translation: Not very.]

[draconita]

[ Not at all, she's certain.

Bit oh, she looks at her, and it's almost like begging, almost a reproach, soft hand cupping his cheek. ]

[darotisentys]

[He sighs.]

I will do my best.

[draconita]

... Good boy.

[ Is it relief? Perhaps. But something continues to soften her her eyes, and it is enough. ]

You will stay the night?

[darotisentys]

[That request clearly surprises him.]

I had not planned on it.

[draconita]

I only asked so as to make preparations. The night grows cold; you might as well take your rest here than bother with the trip back.

[ A coy little smile, a little tease. ]

You could send me away, as well, in case you miss your privacy.

[darotisentys]

I should go.

[He's not moving, though.]

Would you stay with me?

[draconita]

If that's what you want, aye.

[ A finger, playfully tapping his nose. ]

I would stay with you.

[darotisentys]

I want to hold you.

[draconita]

[ She laughs then, softly, kissing his temple. ]

You're holding me already, sweetness. Although you are terribly overdressed for bed.

[darotisentys]

I have slept like this before.

[That's how he'd like to stay.]

You may dress again if you wish.