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"You should forget her—" a gentle voice traces along her spine and she shivers with a hint of sadness.
She pushes herself off the wet shower tiles, the orange and deep navy colours reminding her of the scene that still lives free in her mind; dark auburn curls, a dress with spaghetti strands, the skirt barely showing innocence to the woman's delicate thighs and the curves of her waist.
"Stop, Mys. Just stop."
The body pressed against her back tenses and a sigh tickles over her neck. Just shy over the scent gland that pulses with deep need.
The whisper of the omega's deep, luscious voice will never leave her head. It will stay deep, rooted, haunting her until she finds her again.
Two days ago…
Rhaenyra has always thought that it didn't count as privilege to get on a plane and walk around in the sand on an Italian beach because her family could afford it anytime. She thought the privilege was to see the sun from so close.
She thought seeing the sea, that large deep blue creating a contrast between the orange sky as the sun settled just over the horizon was the true privilege. To eat real gelato and listen to the birds as they whispered on their own language she wished to understand.
Some say she's more thoughtful, or, well, sensitive, than other Alphas. In truth, she didn't think that of an insult. Being thoughtful and sensitive and caring for her environment shouldn't mean she was less of something that lived underneath her skin already. In fact, she thought herself lucky to sense such other than seeing just the violence and ugliness of the world.
This family trip, though, caught her off guard.
She wasn't supposed to be here, licking through three scoops of stracciatella ice cream, her other hand holding an aperol spritz, her light purple eyes barely able to keep up with the light the sun settles over her, burning her skin to crisps.
"You know darling, staying here for a few weeks might do you good." Viserys, her father hums into his own ice cream while walking beside her.
She shakes her head briefly, sighing from the depths of her lungs.
"I'm supposed to be back in London, father."
He shakes his head, visibly disagreeing. "No, love, you supposed enjoy your youth. The company can wait."
She knows it's a lie, she can sense his tone changing, the same way it always does when he lies to her face. Like when he told her the company could be hers.
She doesn't say anything because what can she really do in this situation? Go against her father's will, say something to anger him, to make him rethink what's already decided for her? That the company will go to Baelon, her beta little brother, who's simply six years of age and will never be old enough to learn how to coordinate a company that Rhaenyra grew up analysing.
Being twenty-three, watching as her father gets older and older by each day passing, it pains her heart. Not only the fact that he keeps on leading her into false dreams, but the fact that he knows exactly well Baelon will never be as good as her.
She watches the cobblestone meeting the fine grain of sand, her nose tingling with salty air. She licks her lips, readjusts the white baseball cap on her head and sighs, finishing the rest of her ice cream. As it crunches under her teeth, her eyes settle over a vendor selling freshly made lemonades.
She smiles subconsciously, just because the sight somehow fills her with warmth.
"Do you want one?" Viserys asks, raising one eyebrow, glancing at the vendor himself.
Rhaenyra catches her gaze off the vendor's stand and shrugs. "Maybe later. Sipping on this now," she lifts the aperol spritz to her mouth, taking a mouthful before the bitter taste hits her tongue. "Are you sure it's a good idea to stay away from the company for so long?" She dares to ask, side-glancing her father.
Viserys hums, small and deep in his thoughts. "Perhaps not. They need to get used to it eventually, as I retire soon." He laughs then, as if that's the funniest thing in the whole century.
She stares, finding it hard to laugh about, but still managing to huff up a short chuckle. His delusional state of mind scares her.
Rhaenyra lets her gaze drift around while sipping on the drink, taking mindless steps after one another, her lazily buttoned linen shirt catching the salty wind over her navy blue shorts. She looks disgustingly old money right now, she knows, and she almost hates it. She only wears these preppy clothes when she has to look nice next to her father, other than that, her go to will always be a pair of loose sweats and her favourite Hollister hoodie.
Her father murmurs a small excuse as his phone starts ringing, saying something about Rhaenyra's mother calling, but she's far off letting her gaze wander around for sparing him a second more than a short nod.
She watches the people, how they all look both miserable and happy like her. The miserable part has to be their conscious, knowing that being here will always be temporary. Nothing longer than a fleeing moment. Shorter than a breath in their life. A memory lasting only in their happiest hours, as children laugh and run towards the high blue sky and their parents running after them, finding their own inner child giggling along.
She aches for it. To have this, one day. To have—
"Your mum's asking if gnocchi is good for tonight. No chef today, just Mom and Baelon cooking something nice for us." He says, making her tear her daydream away from the striking reality.
She sighs, sips the aperol and nods. "Anything Mom makes is good." She forces it out, reaching into her pocket.
Viserys watches her closely as she takes a pack of Blue Camels out of her pocket and plucks a piece between her lips. There's always a lighter in the pack, one with women with big tits on it, always managing to make her snort a little, reminding her of Laena giving it to her years ago.
"You know I hate when you smoke that shit." He says, turning his head away.
Rhaenyra lights it anyway, eyes growing mimicking and wide. "You know I hate when you smoke that shit— as if you're not mentally attached to your cancer stick."
Viserys stubbornly scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Except, I'm old. I'm allowed to be mentally attached to my cancer stick, unlike you."
"Oh, father, please. We both know you've been puffing around since Elizabeth II saw the light in the nursing room." She pats the end of the cigarette, coughing a little as Viserys takes visible offence to her words, shaking and gasping.
"See you got smart," he laughs out then, letting it go. His phone rings again and she knows its work related when his posture changes and clears his throat. "Have to take this, will be no longer than a minute."
She nods him off and when he wanders a few metres ahead, she finally finds a second to breathe. As if it's been holding onto her lungs, she lets it all out in one extended exhale.
She feels something dreadful coming, something with the way her father looks at her, as if he's expecting a great deal, tells her no good. Perhaps he finally found courage to tell her she isn't inheriting the company after all. To tell her that Baelon is to have it all, with his still chubby little fingers and his stegosaurus collection and Paddington obsession.
Just as she takes another sip, something runs into the back of her leg with such force she trips forward, her Birkenstock flying off her feet. Her knees hit the sand, scraping her skin uncomfortably.
Her aperol spills everywhere, wetting the sand and she curses, shame painting her cheeks red when she pulls herself up half-crouched and looks behind, catching a flash of auburn swaying.
Her pupils grow wide, heart thundering with missing beats as the woman standing above her offers her a trembling hand.
"I'm— gods, I'm so sorry, he didn't mean to run into you," she says with one breath and Rhaenyra blinks several times before she understands the he she's talking about.
There, behind the woman's deliciously curvy thighs, hides a little boy, with hair of the same of hers, auburn and curly and wild, watching her with sad, enormous brown eyes.
"It's—" she croaks out, accepting the woman's hand, and she feels another kick at her heart as their skin touches, warm and clinging together, as if their skin doesn't want to let go.
The woman herself gasps lightly as well, as she helps her up and mindless Rhaenyra is to the fact her pants and knees are covered in sand, she feels absolutely smitten by this woman's beauty.
This is it, Rhaenyra, act normal, act like the way you should, stop hovering like an idiot—
"Daeron— apologize." The woman says, bringing the same hand that held Rhaenyra's hand to the little boy's head, cradling his crown of auburn hair until he comes out of his hiding place and inhales so animatedly that Rhaenyra forgets to hold her own demeanour and almost laughs out.
"I am sorry," he says but his tiny, little mousy voice falters when he sheepishly meets the woman's eyes, suddenly pulling a more serious face, his little ginger eyebrows knitting. "For— for knocking you over. Mom just said I can get a new T-Rex."
Rhaenyra tilts her head, her eyes flickering up to the woman's face, meeting her strangely scrutinizing and utterly attractive deep brown eyes, seeing a gentle blush appearing on her cheeks as their eyes meet.
"Is that so?" She smiles, now crouching to be on eye level with him. "Well, in that case, there's no need to apologize."
"Nonsense, he knocked you over," the woman starts babbling, shaking her head and somehow the pink blush on her cheeks keep growing as Rhaenyra ascends to stand in front of her, now having to look down at her flush, clearly hazy expression.
"No harm was done." She feels another gentle kick at her heart when its her who offers a hand this time. "I'm Rhaenyra."
The pride swelling in her chest lasts a second before she meets the woman's gaze, before it drops to her hand and climbs back on her body like she is checking Rhaenyra out. Her pulse quickens when the woman visibly bites back a smile and accepts her hand.
"And I'm—"she starts, voice low and deliciously rasp. Rhaenyra shivers, older than me, yes, hot, her grip lasting until the woman tilts her chin up, eyes meeting again, deep and mysterious. "Alicent." She says anyway, with a gentle roll of her beautiful eyes.
"On vacation?" She dares to ask as she glances at the little boy again, who looks much more relieved now that Alicent isn't giving him flashy looks.
"Something like that," she smiles for the first time and Rhaenyra feels like experiencing Cupid's arrow hitting her straight across the heart. Those dimples, those lips, so plump and kissable and— "We unfortunately have to go, reservations," she sighs and Rhaenyra knows its time to say aching goodbyes. "Again, I'm sorry. Mostly for that aperol landing in the sand. Buy you another one next time?" She says, tone surprisingly teasing, just enough to knock Rhaenyra off her feet in her mind, in reality, making her gasp a nod like an idiot.
"Definitely. Gonna put a bullseye on my back, next time look for a red dot on someone, little man, yeah?" She says at the boy who nods firmly and Alicent laughs out, cradling the back of his head.
"None of that will happen." She breathes softly, shaking her head as they turn to leave, but still Alicent's gaze lingers on her as if she doesn't want to go just yet. "Until next time?"
Rhaenyra's breath caught in her throat. "Until next time."
Now...
There has been this thing going on between her and Mysaria, pretty much her only friend. She has to be the only person who judges her without it actually feeling like a judgement, and Rhaenyra craves that, most of the time, having someone who advices her whatever to do next, but lately, Mysaria has been advising her the most unhinged thing ever; to forget Alicent.
"You know I cannot do that."
She pushes past Mysaria when they're out on the patio, smoking and drinking Savignon Blanc.
Mysaria simply huffs, crossing her delicate legs that were around Rhaenyra's hips not longer than an hour ago, eyes rolling with annoyance in them.
"You met for two seconds and now you're acting like your whole life surrounds around her. Rhaenyra, please, think a little."
Rhaenyra takes a long, sour drag of her cig, arms loosely hanging over the small, white fence as she stares into the distance.
Alicent promised her to buy her a new drink next time they meet, but it's been two days and Rhaenyra hasn't seen her once ever since.
"I have to go into town."
Mysaria almost chokes, coughing a little. "You what?"
Rhaenyra nods firmly, turning half around. "It's like— I'm not even giving us a chance to meet again. I'm stuck here, doing what? Smoking this shit, drinking that shit, watching this view when I could easily be watching the exact same view with a better drink and her company?" She scoffs out a laugh, feeling a sudden rush of hopeful bliss in her chest.
Mysaria doesn't say anything, but she hides a snarl in her own drink. "Go, then. Go, stride into the sunset with your new girlfriend."
At that, Rhaenyra feels a twitch under her eye. She glances at the older woman, one eyebrow arching sharp.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
"No, please, repeat yourself. I thought I heard you being jealous, but surely something went wrong there, so—" she gestures impatiently with her hand, eyes mimicking as she faces the other woman, finding the situation rather odd. When Mysaria chooses to stay quiet, Rhaenyra sighs defeatedly. "You're my friend—"
"A friend good enough for a quick shag, but not good enough to be listened to when advising something on your benefit?" Mysaria scoffs, standing from her place. "You don't know her—"
"Exactly, that's the thing, Mys. I want to." She tilts her head, visibly confused by Mysaria's sudden protective behaviour. "Listen, I brought you here because I wanted a friend with me, not because I needed you to babysit me. Worse, cockblock me, literally."
Mysaria's face twists with a grimace, eyes rolling again. "God, I can't take you seriously like this." She turns towards the door then, giving Rhaenyra one last glance before going back inside.
Something in Rhaenyra twists, deep in her stomach.
She feels the heavy, warm wind whispering across her cheeks, catching into her ivory locks. She watches the closed door for moments, debating to stay where she’s put or go after Mysaria and explain to her why she thinks Alicent was sent to her like a sign from something higher.
But she knows her words would only find deafened ears. So her head turns to face the Italian landscape in front of her and before she knows it, she’s sitting on a Vespa and riding into town, skimming through the narrow alleys, having one place in mind.
The air drives her further, her heart missing several beats as the engine dies under her own hand, she puts the bike aside and fixes her messy hair in a lowered window, a slight shiver of terror going through her when a grumpy cat stares back at her from the other side of the window.
She jumps a little, clearing her throat before she hears a muffled laugh coming from her back. She swirls around, eyes wide, searching for the source of the gentle sound that reminds her of something deep, something great like the ocean behind her.
“You didn’t see that, did you?” Rhaenyra runs a hand through her hair again, fixing it just to be sure, her eyes unable to leave the woman standing in front of her, watching her with an utterly amused, gentle look.
“See what?” Alicent licks her lips and this is the first time Rhaenyra notices the dress she’s wearing.
She feels herself losing battle to keep her sanity alive as her gaze drops on Alicent’s body, drinking in the sight. The dress hugs her curves beautifully, the blue color makes her hair pop like fire, alight in the sun settling behind them. Rhaenyra can see more of her legs this time, which truly does not help the already forming tent in her pants, having to clear her throat as her gaze follows down the slim legs.
God, I feel like a victorian child. Get your shit together, it’s not proper to stare at her perfect legs and imagine them around your own waist while you pound her into the next day—
Rhaenyra is quick to clear her throat again, lashes fluttering fast as she blinks, or tries, shamelessly, blinking the blush away from her expression, knowing heat sits on her cheeks in a deep crimson shade.
“Nothing, uh—” she takes a step forward and frowns slightly. “No little man behind your legs this time?”
Alicent chuckles, and it’s so beautiful it knocks the air out of Rhaenyra’s lungs, feeling a physical ache once it stops, watching as Alicent runs a hand through her auburn curls and shakes her head.
“No, he’s— he stayed home this time.” Alicent explains with a gentle breeze catching into her curls.
Rhaenyra allows herself staring for two more exact seconds before a primal instinct in her body kicks in and she takes a step forward, a hand reaching for Alicent’s, mindless and totally absent, but still, the act is half-way done and Alicent stares at her hand like she’s expecting her to do more.
That makes Rhaenyra pause half-way and swallow the lump in her throat, nearly losing her shit for having such a beautiful, older, mind you, omega in front of her, staring at her with those huge, absolutely and impossibly brown eyes, with an expression that starts looking like lust.
Her heart feels like it lifted up to her throat as she gentle clasps her fingers around Alicent’s hand and lifts it to her mouth, leaning in, pressing a feather-light kiss right on her pulse.
The effect is immediate, a tiny, barely audible gasp escapes the redhead, her eyes lapping slower, her gaze turning blurry as Rhaenyra stares up at her. The young alpha can’t help but smile at that, chuckling softly in the back of her throat.
A shiver runs along Alicent’s arm, visibly, the little hairs on her arm standing alertly and Rhaenyra chuckles again, winking up at her.
“Lovely to meet you again,” Rhaenyra breathes over her knuckles, but there’s nothing appropriate in the way her voice drops throaty and rasp.
Alicent’s chin tilts high as she looks down upon her, her nostrils flaring as if she’s trying to swallow Rhaenyra’s pheromones through her nose. Greedy little thing. It amuses Rhaenyra, seeing such beautiful omega grasping for herscent.
“I promised to buy you another drink,” Alicent croaks out, her voice thick with her own wanting and desire, unable to hide it while having such dashing, proud alpha crouching in front of her.
Rhaenyra can taste the temptation in the air, prickling between them. She smirks as she straightens, bowing her head again, greedy to drink in every single flicker of emotion on Alicent’s face.
Somewhere distantly, Rhaenyra hears a gentle bass. Drums building a rhythm.
“Lead the way,” Rhaenyra smiles, letting go of Alicent’s hand, watching as it falls to her side, her fingers finding a wave in the fabric of her dress, absently picking at it.
“Yeah, uh—” Alicent clears her throat, shivering again, looking more flustered than ever before and Rhaenyra does an internal high five with herself. “There’s this cute place, quite hidden, and they make the best mimosas—” she blinks fast, chuckling as an excuse to hide her obvious blush, tipping her head towards a narrow street. “Do you like them?”
Rhaenyra drags her feet, languidly following the redhead into the narrow street, unable to take her eyes off her.
She chuckles, “Mimosas? Haven’t had them before, I’m more of an Aperol spritz girly, you know.”
Alicent smiles, snorting a little bit. “God, I feel even worse now,” she bites seductively into her bottom lip, knowing Rhaenyra is watching her.
Rhaenyra snorts absently, her eyes completely stuck on Alicent’s mouth. Alicent stops in her tracks, just to let Rhaenyra catch up with her, tilting her head in a way that tries to show innocence despite the utter mischief in her chestnut gaze.
It sends chills down Rhaenyra’s spine as she faces her, her heart thrumming faster, stepping close enough to the older woman to see sun-bit freckles all over her nose and cheeks.
Gods, is she even real?
Alicent’s pupils dilate when Rhaenyra takes another step forward and with that same rhythm, Alicent takes a step back, her body lining against a wall, her mouth parting softly, eyes searching Rhaenyra’s purplish gaze.
The sun above them settled, now stars shone up the narrow streets. In the distance, somehow the drums started picking up a little deeper, faster rhythm, urging Rhaenyra to follow it.
She could see Alicent’s nose flaring again, her mouth opening with a hiccup-like inhale.
“Can I kiss you?” Rhaenyra breathes, her voice crackling embarrassingly, her own mouth parting. She can see as Alicent’s chest heaves with each greedy inhale, her eyes flickering down to her lips the same time as she nods her head once, her eyes fluttering shut.
Rhaenyra moves, her hands coming up to Alicent’s neck, her thumb brushing along her jaw, watching as Alicent’s mouth open with a sigh, completely leaning into her touch, waiting.
She can’t help but smile, letting her lips ghost over Alicent’s, barely touching, just brushing, feather-lightly. A broken, little sigh escapes Alicent before she surges forward, her lips sealing themselves along Rhaenyra’s mouth, kissing her slowly, like she’s trying to taste her.
Rhaenyra feels Alicent trembling against her. Her hand slides to the back of her neck, her body moves, pressing into Alicent, pressing Alicent into the wall behind her until a little moan tears itself up from the older woman’s throat. Rhaenyra loses every coherent thought in her head as soon as she hears that small, sweet noise.
Their mouths slide slowly at first, tasting each other, testing how their mouths fit perfectly, and then Alicent’s mouth parts, like she’s giving permission for something more and Rhaenyra takes it, her tongue slides in and she loses track of time in that single moment.
Alicent makes a noise in the back of her throat again, her nose pressing against Rhaenyra’s, breathing through it desperately, gasping for a breather, only to lean in again and kiss Rhaenyra with more hunger, like this is the first time she’s been kissed like this.
Rhaenyra groans, pulling Alicent closer by the nape of her neck, gasping softly when she feels Alicent’s hands coming up to her waist, clutching her closer, pulling until their bodies fit together.
“More,” Alicent breathes into her mouth, her eyes opening for a moment.
Those chestnuts that already had Rhaenyra’s mind short-circuiting now looked at her like she was ready to eat her alive and Rhaenyra’s heart definitely missed a few beats, nodding frantically against Alicent’s face, pecking her lips more eagerly, kissing her mouth, her nose, her cheeks before letting her lips trail down on the curve of her jaw, her tongue flattening against her pulse before sealing her lips around it.
Alicent bit back a strangled noise, her eyes rolling back, her hand coming up into Rhaenyra’s hair, tilting her head to give more access of her throat to Rhaenyra.
“You’re divine,” Rhaenyra breathes against her pulse, her mouth hot and damp, leaving saliva trails behind, breathing in Alicent’s blinding scent, letting it drive her utterly insane.
She brushes Alicent’s hair out of the way before she sucks a particularly sensitive spot behind Alicent’s ear, earning a broken moan from the omega. Alicent’s hand snakes into her hair from behind, gripping her short locks, yanking her head away from her throat, her eyes wild and lust swirling in them.
Rhaenyra’s head tips back, her mouth opening before Alicent catches her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard, earning a hiss mixed of pleasure and pain from the alpha.
There, Alicent smirks, chuckling wetly, nodding at Rhaenyra, definitely enjoying the situation, and the kissing and whatever was going on between them and Rhaenyra couldn’t complain either, not a single bone in her body wishing this ‘let-me-buy-you-that-drink’ thing happened otherwise.
Alicent watches as something in Rhaenyra’s eyes shift, then the two hands on her jaw start sliding down on her body, counting her ribs through her dress, seemingly consciously avoiding to brush along her breasts, settling on her waist.
Then, before Alicent could catch her breath, Rhaenyra starts to sink in front of her. A short wave of panic rushes through Alicent, her eyes alertly flickering around to see if anyone is near enough to catch them doing this in public, and sighing calmly when she discovers they’re the only ones on this narrow street.
She feels as Rhaenyra bunches her dress up, revealing her knees, gently nudging her legs apart to settle between them.
“Rhaenyra, what are you doing?” She breathes out, gulping hard. Her heart races with her thoughts, her eyes wide, watching the young alpha nose her knees, utterly lost in desire.
“Appreciating you,” her mouth opens hot against her knee and Alicent feels her legs buckling, growing weak, as Rhaenyra, oblivious of the fact, finds a sensitive spot and kisses it.
A small whine escapes Alicent, her eyes rounding with want.
“We really shouldn’t—” Alicent shudders out, her voice deep in her throat, unable to take her eyes off the alpha kneeling in front of her.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Rhaenyra admits, her nose brushing against Alicent’s inner thigh, pressing the tip of her nose into her soft flesh, taking a greedy inhale of her scent.
She can smell her arousal, mixing with the scent of her scent and vanilla body mist, or perhaps that’s her natural scent, a little salty, and very, very warm.
Alicent’s breath hitches, her head tips back, eyes skimming Rhaenyra’s face half-lidded, desire pooling in her chestnut brown gaze.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, either,” she admits with a soft voice, her hand coming up to cup Rhaenyra’s cheek.
“Let me take you home,” Rhaenyra mouths at her knee, completely giving in to the warm radiating from Alicent’s skin, needing to feel against her cheeks. She noses her, greedily breathing in her blindingly sweet pheromones.
Alicent’s hand snakes into her hair, brushing back a silver strand, smiling a little tiredly. Her fingertip traces Rhaenyra’s eyebrow, the bridge of her nose, almost like she’s trying to memorize her.
“You’re disgustingly handsome, do you know that?” Alicent breathes softly, smiling. “Get up.”
Rhaenyra feels her heart leaping, nodding fast, straightening before the omega. She leans in again, but Alicent dodges her and raises her chin.
“What?” Rhaenyra breathes, her hazy eyes searching Alicent’s gaze.
“Take me to your place?” Alicent smiles, biting into her bottom lip, her hand finding Rhaenyra’s cheek again, a thumb of hers brushing Rhaenyra’s lips apart. “You’ll fuck me good, won’t you?”
Rhaenyra is sure that for a moment she experiences a real cardiac arrest, before she nods desperately.
“So good you’ll want more and more.”
Alicent chuckles, humming, a little mocking. Rhaenyra finds it utterly hot and ready to sink back onto her knees if only she wasn’t momentarily thinking about how she’ll sneak Alicent into her home.
“Okay, flirt, lead the way.” Alicent taps on her chest lightly, still smiling, seemingly unable to stop and gods, Rhaenyra doesn’t want her to stop smiling, ever.
It’s fine just— we need to be quiet. Fuck, though, I really don’t want to be, I need to hear her moans, I need to hear her losing herself while I fuck her—
“Are you sure we can’t go to your place?” Rhaenyra asks, hopping on her Vespa, watching as Alicent freezes for a moment, then brushing the expression off with a quick smile and shake of her head.
“My son is there.”
Yeah, that’s a good point. Don’t want to traumatize the little guy by making his mummy come so hard everyone in town will hear her moans. Right.
“Fuck,” she curses under her nose, flashing Alicent a similar quick smile when the redhead looks at her with a puzzled look.
“Why?” Alicent stands then, her arms coming to cross in front of her chest. “Is something the matter?”
“No, no, no, not at all.” Rhaenyra laughs, and it utterly sounds fake, Alicent clocks it immediately with a sharp eyebrow raising. “Fuck,” she curses again, bowing her head down, her fingers playing with the Vespa’s seating. “It’s just— I’m on vacation with my family.”
Alicent stares at her for a moment, her mouth shaping a little ‘o’.
“Oh.” She recoils, her eyes falling to her feet. Then a small laugh escapes her, shaking her head with it. “Of course you are.”
Rhaenyra frowns. “What does that supposed to mean?”
Alicent breathes sharply through her nose, waving her off. “Nothing.”
Rhaenyra straightens because no, it obviously means something, her eyes flickering left and right on Alicent’s face and she looks so much like someone who already decided they’re not going home at all and that makes Rhaenyra desperate to somehow persuade her but that also sounds horrible in her head because she doesn’t want to persuade Alicent into having sex with her—
“Stop freaking out.” Alicent whispers, but her eyes keep abusing the cobbled stone under her feet, and Rhaenyra can’t do that, she can’t just stop freaking out.
She scoffs as an answer, which really makes her feel a little childish, especially in a situation like this, having this gorgeous, older, mouth-salivatingly pretty omega in front of her.
“It’s just— we need to be quiet, and I don’t want to be.” Rhaenyra sighs, her shoulders dropping a little when Alicent finally looks up at her, her eyes lighting up, like she’s gotten some sort of idea in her pretty head.
“You want to sneak me in?” Alicent’s teeth sinks into her bottom lip in a too seductive way and Rhaenyra can’t stop looking at it without having to shift her boner a little. Alicent smiles and takes a step closer, her hand finding Rhaenyra’s shoulder, evening out the fabric. “I’m a little old for that.” She adds, smiling when she realizes Rhaenyra isn’t really paying attention to her words, more like mindlessly just staring at her. “And I can’t really be quiet.”
Rhaenyra hisses like the words bitten her.
“For fuck’s sake,” her head drops back, showing the length of her throat to the omega. “I could rent a motel for tonight.”
Alicent’s hand freezes on her shoulder. “A motel.”
Rhaenyra can’t quite catch the edge in Alicent’s voice and she starts nodding insanely fast before she sees a flash in Alicent’s eyes and knows that it’s too late to take it back now, fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.
“I mean— fuck, just hop on, we’re going to mine.”
Alicent hesitates and to be fair, Rhaenyra doesn’t blame her, she wouldn’t have guessed that their first time would take such long to decide where it’d happen. Frankly, she never really plans these things, but for some reason that comes from underneath her living flesh, ancestral even, she wants to, with Alicent, she needs it to be perfect.
Rhaenyra fiddles with the keys because Alicent can’t stop touching her. Her hands are fucking everywhere, sneaking beneath her shirt, feeling up her abs, playing with the hem of her pants, teasing her until Rhaenyra accidentally drops the keys and it sounds so fucking loud that she jumps and knocks her head in the doorknob, making Alicent snort up a laugh she can barely bite back while clutching her mouth.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Alicent whisper-laughs, reaching to cup Rhaenyra’s head, and Rhaenyra catches visible tears in her eyes from laughing.
She murmurs something under her nose, eyes rolling as she leans down to pick up the keys, only to miss it two times, making Alicent wheeze, needing to hold onto something before her knees give out and at that, Rhaenyra starts laughing too.
Then the automatic lights switch on and Rhaenyra feels her heart sinking to her stomach for a moment, straightening up immediately, only to see her own reflection in the glass doors, sighing out from relief.
“Fuck, come on, we really need to be quiet.” Rhaenyra smiles, grabbing Alicent’s hand while she opens the door as silently as she can manage, wincing when the lock turns. She lets Alicent in and follows like a breeze, closing the door with a soft click. “This way,” she nods her head at a large living room, but in the dark she can barely see anything.
She guides Alicent, and once they reach the door she knows it's her own room, Rhaenyra feels her heart leaping. Her hand finds the knob, she twists it once and they both slip in as quietly as possible before she closes it and turns the lock, just in case.
Just in case Mysaria is still here. Or Mother wants to have a word with me for staying out so late.
She shivers, swatting these thoughts away, because when she turns, and her eyes find Alicent again, her breath is completely stolen away. There, in the moonlight sweeping through the blinds, Alicent stands like an angel herself.
Seeing her not being lit by the warm light of the sun but the bluish gaze the moon sets down upon her, Rhaenyra feels lost, like she’s watching a Monet painting.
“God, you’re breathtaking.” Rhaenyra admits and for a second she forgets her own voice, that she has to be quiet, and Alicent’s eyes flicker at her like a gentle reminder to stay quiet. Rhaenyra nods quickly, murmuring a small “Sorry,” before reaching for Alicent’s hand again and guiding her to her bed.
“Want to take this off me?” Alicent looks down at her dress, but in meantime, she follows Rhaenyra’s guidance and sits beside her on the bed, humming encouragingly when Rhaenyra’s eyes drop to her cleavage. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Rhaenyra nods frantically, barely holding on to any sane thoughts at this point, impossibly hungry to see the treasure the dress holds captive from her greedy eyes and hands.
She feels a little out of practice for some reason, like a little fawn trying to stand up after being born three seconds ago, as she reaches for Alicent’s jaw and hooks a finger underneath it, gently pulling her closer until their lips brush.
“You’ll kick me out before your family wakes, won’t you?” Alicent murmurs against her lips, and Rhaenyra’s heart drops again, thundering against her ribs.
She’d want Alicent to stay for the rest of her life, if it only depended on her. She’d marry her right here, get on her knees and propose and promise to be loyal to her, she’s down too bad.
Her breath hitches against’s Alicent’s opening lips, her purplish eyes flickering into the chestnut gaze. But then, Alicent doesn’t wait for an answer she knows that won’t come, not the truth at least. She pecks Rhaenyra’s lips once and starts to move, confusing the young alpha just until she sits on Rhaenyra’s lap with her back pushing against Rhaenyra’s front.
She settles comfortably, then her head turns, her long auburn hair swaying, Rhaenyra catching a small smirk being bitten back on her lips.
“Take off my dress, Rhaenyra.”
Rhaenyra hisses, the words burning her like fire. Alicent shifts on her lap like she’s trying to grind against her boner and Rhaenyra curses under her breath, feeling two hands settling on her knees, seeing as Alicent arches her back and pushes her ass against her crotch.
“Fuck,” Rhaenyra’s shaking hands reach to tug on the zipper, cursing several times before the little insolent thing moves and Alicent’s bare back’s view spreads in front of her.
She’s not wearing a bra.
A small amused noise escapes the redhead, her chin resting on her shoulder, watching Rhaenyra’s reaction eagerly. Then she rocks her hips down again and Rhaenyra’s hands come to her hips, gripping so hard a moan tears up from Alicent’s throat.
“God, sorry—” Alicent hums, audibly trying to hold back her moans. Her head falls forward, her hair swaying like a curtain, and Rhaenyra reaches up to brush the dress off her shoulders, sitting up properly to attach her lips anywhere she can touch. “If you kiss my neck—” Alicent makes a strained noise when Rhaenyra’s lips ghost over her scent gland. “Your whole family’s going to wake up.”
Rhaenyra chuckles then, pressing a quick kiss there, whispering, “Are you sensitive here?”
Alicent makes another broken noise. “Yes, Rhaenyra, so I advise you not to, oh—” she hiccups a moan when Rhaenyra’s lips seal on the nape of her neck, her back arching like a perfect bow ready to snap. Her fingers dive into Rhaenyra’s knee so hard a muffled groan escapes the alpha, landing straight on the sensitive area of Alicent’s neck, having Alicent gasping out openly, unable to hold it back anymore.
“Shh, quiet.” Rhaenyra flattens her tongue her tongue there, breathing hot and filthy, licking a long stripe along Alicent’s curve of neck, reaching her shoulder blades before letting her teeth sink in her skin.
“Fuck!” Alicent moans out loud, her hand snapping on her own mouth, desperately keeping herself muffled. “Stop teasing, please, it’s sensitive, gods—” her hips buckle down again, desperately seeking relief on Rhaenyra’s crotch, and despite begging so sweetly for Rhaenyra to stop, she keeps leaning into her touch, arching against her mouth, like she wants more, and Rhaenyra knows she does, she can feel her heart throbbing through her skin.
“Just want you to get nice and wet for me,” Rhaenyra breathes against her, grinning as she feels Alicent tensing against her, gasping wetly again.
“I am,” she grits out when Rhaenyra traces a finger against her spine, humming as Alicent makes a keen noise again. She really is sensitive here, gods.
“Is that so? Want to show me?” Rhaenyra coos into her neck, chuckling when Alicent’s hand desperately tries to seek hers, yanking on it until Rhaenyra’s hand disappears under her skirt, dipping between her legs, pushing her underwear aside.
For a moment, Rhaenyra waits. She just wants to see how desperate Alicent can really be, how much a whimpering mess she can become before Rhaenyra gets to touch her.
But then Alicent rocks back against her again, grinding hard on her cock, and she hears it. She hears how obscenely wet Alicent is, she hears as her slickness sticks to her thighs.
“Please,” a tiny whimper escapes Alicent, clutching at Rhaenyra’s hand, tugging on it again until her fingers slip between her slick, warm folds, like a hot fountain, slippery and sticky.
“Oh, gods, you’re dripping, Alicent—” she groans in the back of her throat, her forehead pressing into Alicent’s neck, earning another small, bitten back whine from the redhead.
“Touch me, please, touch me,” Alicent cries out softly, her voice so loud and yet so small at the same time, trying her best to control her own sound, keeping it as quiet as possible because Rhaenyra asked her to do it.
She’s so obedient, even now, losing herself and yet I barely touched her.
Rhaenyra slips her fingers down to her entrance, teasing the brim with two fingers, circling until Alicent’s body bends, her body starting to shake.
“You can’t come yet,” Rhaenyra mouths at her neck, seeing goosebumps all over Alicent’s back. She smirks, gods, she can’t help but smirk at this sight. Alicent is trembling in her arms.
“Okay,” she whispers, sounding small and obedient again and fuck, Rhaenyra’s never been this hard in her whole life.
“Come on baby,” she breathes softly, the tip of her tongue tracing along Alicent’s scent gland, her fingers circling up to her clit, drawing small, slow circles over it, just barely touching her. “Sit on my cock, hmm?”
“Okay, yes, please—” Alicent’s head tips back, her body twisting a bit to get her hands on Rhaenyra’s front, yanking her shirt out of her pants, nearly ripping the buttons and zipper off, fumbling with the hem of her boxer briefs before she finds Rhaenyra’s aching cock with a groan ghosting over Rhaenyra’s mouth. “You’re shaking,” Alicent blinks then, like she’s only realizing now the effect she has on Rhaenyra, completely in awe to see the alpha throwing her head back in pleasure as she starts slowly moving her hand up and down along her erect cock.
“Yeah,” Rhaenyra admits with a soft smile, chuckling softly. “You’re so beautiful, Alicent, I’m kind of losing my mind.”
Alicent smiles breathlessly, her mouth opening for a sloppy kiss, moaning when Rhaenyra’s tongue intrudes her tongue in a hot dance.
Rhaenyra’s own moan catches in her throat when Alicent squeezes her cock, her thumb brushing the pre-come, spreading it along her length, then the kiss breaks and Alicent turns again, shifting on her legs while guiding Rhaenyra against her folds.
Rhaenyra’s stomach clenches when Alicent’s cunt wraps around her, her walls divine like velvet, hugging her so warmly that she chokes out into the quiet of the room, bringing a hand to her mouth, biting down on her knuckles while Alicent sinks down on her length, she herself trying her best to muffle her own noises.
Then, Alicent turns her face, her chin rests on her shoulder again, her hands move to bunch up her dress, giving Rhaenyra a view of her curvy waist and perfect ass, and Rhaenyra blinks once and the dress is being discarded somewhere in the depth of her room and Alicent’s bare back stares back at her.
“Fucking hell,” Rhaenyra curses softly, collapsing back on one elbow while keeping her other hand on Alicent’s waist, guiding her to start moving in small circles.
“Fuck,” Alicent moans, rocking a little harder, finding a gentle but deep rhythm that Rhaenyra matches, rolling her hips up, meeting Alicent’s movements half-way, knocking small moans out of Alicent’s lungs each time.
“Alicent—” she warns the older woman who seems to start forgetting that they both need stay quiet, and yet she herself starts to lose it as Alicent’s cunt clenches deliciously around her. “Fuck, Alicent, you feel—”
“Faster,” she gasps out, grinding down, desperately seeking relief, gushing as Rhaenyra obeys her and starts fucking up into her faster. She rolls her hips like she was made for her, matching her rhythm so well that Rhaenyra almost cries out of pure joy and pleasure mixing in the back of her mind.
Rhaenyra breathes her in, she can hear Alicent’s arousal dripping, not only feel her hot slick, but hear as she gushes and gushes and keep gushing more and more slick until Rhaenyra’s cock slips in and out of her so easily that Rhaenyra feels slick coating her own pubic hair at this point, watching with her pupils expended to its maximum, feeling something primal in her instincts driving her, feeling her knot forming before she can comprehend her own body’s reaction.
Alicent feels it too when she gasps wetly and turns her face, her eyes flashing dangerously hotly at Rhaenyra, like she’s warning her that they’re in fact having unsafe sex and can’t risk being knotted like that.
Rhaenyra groans, “Don’t blame me,” she grits out, grinning a little when Alicent’s eyes flash at her again.
“What— do you mean, ahh, gods, by that—” Alicent hiccups, her voice dropping deliciously rasp.
Rhaenyra grabs her hips with both hands, angling her to fuck up into her faster and Alicent answer so beautifully, her back arching in the moonlight, her hair falling back like a curtain and Rhaenyra nearly finishes right there, having to physically hold it back.
“Your body is—” Rhaenyra’s eyes roll back when Alicent’s cunt starts fluttering around her in small but hard clenches. “Preparing you for my knot,” she breathes out weakly, her stomach clenching hard, her hand moving up on Alicent’s back, fingers snaking into the long, unruly curls.
She traces her fingernails along Alicent’s spine, feeling another desperate clench around her cock, her blunt nails scraping Alicent’s sensitive skin until her fingers lace themselves into her hair, tugging at her scalp, and with that very same motion and choked up, very loud moan escapes Alicent, her whole body arches against her and her cunt— her cunt locks up, Rhaenyra feels every single throb as Alicent’s orgasm thrashes into her, riding her so high that Alicent’s mouth hangs open with a silent, broken cry before she finally snaps, crying out Rhaenyra’s name like a prayer.
“Gods, fuck Rhaenyra—” she sobs, pleasure overtaking her senses, her voice strained and broken and quivering and Rhaenyra feels her throbbing like she’s trying to milk every ounce of cum out of her and the thought of that is enough to send her over the edge, barely having enough time to pull out of Alicent and clasp a hand around her cock to come in her own hand.
She gasps wetly, her chest heaving fast, her mind flying straight out of her ears, trying to calm her raging, thundering heart when Alicent turns on her lap and climbs over her, her clever fingers moving to unbutton her shirt with a smirk on her lips that makes Rhaenyra’s heart forget several beats.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Rhaenyra breathes out, choking softly when Alicent tugs her own underwear off and settles over her, huffing and puffing while yanking on Rhaenyra’s pants.
“I don’t know, are you?” She smiles, her gorgeous, stupidly pretty pearly white teeth sinking into her kiss-swollen bottom lip, her eyes playful and wide and gods, so brown.
Rhaenyra smiles and a breathless laugh escapes her.
Staring at the beauty towering over her, she can’t fucking believe her life.
Orange light comes in to the room and Rhaenyra breathes in deeply, hearing birds chirping outside her window.
Then her head snaps up, a cramp in her neck reminding her of her surroundings.
Her eyes alertly move around the room, the evidence of the previous night scattered all across her room, the pillows shoved off the bed, the blankets crumpled, the glass of water she got for Alicent after—
“Oh,” a soft noise escapes her. Alicent.
Alicent is not there.
She frowns harder, gulping the dryness out of her throat, pushing herself up on her hands and knees, trying to see whether Alicent’s clothes were still there, but obviously not, you moron, Rhaenyra, why would she leave her dress on the floor and leave the room, fuckkkkk—
That’s when she sees it. A little note on the nightstand. She gasps and reaches for it like it’s about to turn invisible, blinking hard to get her vision straight.
Rhaenyra,
I don’t want to say something utterly embarrassing and admit that last night was one of the best nights I’ve ever had but, you know, I already said it, so there we go. I’m so, so, so sorry for sneaking out on you, but just after we got to your place, I got a text that Daeron ate too much cookie dough ice cream and threw up all over my friend’s place. I hope you understand why I had to sneak out, but probably it’s for the best, first impression on parents matters a lot.
I still owe you that Aperol, so here’s my number. Call me ;)
Underneath you in thought,
Alicent