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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[draconita]

[Ah, but she's quick to follow as soon as he parts, raining slow, careful tokens over his face, to the corner of his mouth; pushing him back against the bed so she may nuzzle into his neck. ]

... Soft, like this.

[ Like the madam, her body warm and safe. At peace, with him. ]

Truly wonderful.

[darotisentys]

[He has to admit, it feels awfully good to be with her. an arm wraps around her, holding her in close.]

I could live with this.

[draconita]

... That's good.


[ She clings to him, settling comfortably, quite a cat herself. Warm and relaxed, sweet smelling and entirely at ease around him. ]

Life's too short deny yourself what joys it remembers to bring you.

[darotisentys]

Is that what you are, a joy in my life?

[He's teasing as he runs his fingers lightly over her back.]

[draconita]

Am I not?

[ With a knowing smile, she makes to move away from him.]

[darotisentys]

I believe you may well be.

Come back here.

[draconita]

[ How pleased with herself she looks, laying down again... but just out of his grasp, a mischievous glint in her eyes. ]

[darotisentys]

[A game, is it? He lays back against the pillows, arms folded behind his head. He can be patient.]

[draconita]

[ She lays on her side, a hand resting over a shapely hip, her hair falling over her breasts.

How big and bright her eyes seem then. How adorable the pouting lips. ]

Aemond.

[darotisentys]

[She is a thing of beauty, this he will not deny. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.]

Aye?

[draconita]

[ A pleading, forlorn looking thing, eyes almost watery.

A terrible, terrible menace. ]

Aemond.

[darotisentys]

Do you wish to come back now?

[draconita]

[ Her hand caresses the space next to her. ]

[darotisentys]

Mm.

[He considers this for a moment, then crawls toward her.

[draconita]

[ Ah, and she laughs, soft and sweet and infinitely pleased as she guides his head to rest on her chest, a long sigh leaving her. ]

Good boy, sweetling.

[darotisentys]

[He huffs.]

At your service, apparently.

[draconita]

Yes, what great torment.

[ She kisses the crown of his head. ]

Rest now. We'll have plenty of time for playing later.

[darotisentys]

[She's terrible and she knows it.]

Aye. I am tired.

[draconita]

Close your eyes, then.

[ She knows. ]

You won't suffer more nightmares.

[ But better the terror that's fond of him than the one that wants him dead. ]