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Alicent wakes to slow breaths ghosting across her face. She nuzzles happily into the soft body beneath her and her heart skips happily in her chest when she remembers all that happened last night: kissing Rhaenyra, holding Rhaenyra, being fucked so thoroughly she forgot how to speak. She also remembers saying she wants to take care of Rhaenyra.
Warmth settles low in her belly as images flash through her mind unbidden. She wants to—she wants to take care of Rhaenyra in any way she can—but she worries. What if she isn’t good at it? Rhaenyra’s got plenty of experience and Alicent has…one mind blowing night from Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra shifts underneath her, mumbling something unintelligible and wrapping an arm around her waist. Her breathing is deep and even—she looks so beautiful like this, Alicent thinks—and Alicent presses a chaste kiss to the bare skin near her mouth. One of her hands rests against Rhaenyra’s collerbone and she strokes lightly over the marks she’d already left. She’s sure her neck is a veritable mess of similar bruises, but she can’t bring herself to feel anything other than pleasure at that fact.
“Good morning gorgeous,” Rhaenyra murmurs from above her. The huskiness of her voice, rough from sleep, sends heat straight to Alicent’s core. “I’m glad you’re still here.”
“There’s no where else I’d rather be,” Alicent whispers, confession and reassurance at once. Rhaenyra smiles and leans over to kiss her gently. “I think I remember promising you a little something.”
Rhaenyra smirks, eyes flickering down Alicent’s naked form. “Oh did you now?”
“Yeah,” Alicent whispers, before swinging herself to straddle Rhaenyra. “Can I fulfill my promise now?”
“Please,” Rhaenyra breathes out, eyes locked somewhere beneath Alicent’s neck.
Her hands come up to grip her hips and Alicent leans down to kiss Rhaenyra, slipping her tongue into her mouth and licking sloppily against Rhaenyra’s own. The hands on her hips tighten and she can feel slickness building between her thighs. When she pulls back Rhaenyra chases her lips for a moment, before resting her head back against her pillow and admiring Alicent’s form.
Alicent runs her hands up Rhaenyra’s arms before letting them come to a stop at her shoulders. She worries her lip and takes a deep breath before saying, “Just so you know, I’ve never done this before.”
Rhaenyra gently rubs her thumbs over Alicent’s hipbones, smiles at her without judgment. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“No! No, I want to, I just…” Alicent pauses and swallows, trying to will down the flush that rises to her cheeks. “Tell me what to do. Please.”
The smirk Rhaenyra gives her is deadly, but she just hums in affirmation and sits up to connect their lips again. The kiss is sloppy and full of desire, sending jolts of electricity to Alicent’s core. She presses Rhaenyra back into the bed and moves her lips, sucking marks into the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Fuck, just like that,” Rhaenyra gasps. Alicent grinds lightly against her stomach, biting down on a mark from last night. A hand slips into Alicent’s hair and tugs, guiding her down Rhaenyra’s body. She kisses and licks at the smooth skin offered to her, but doesn’t linger in any one place too long on her descent.
Rhaenyra’s underwear is still on, but, Alicent notices with pride, is utterly ruined. She slips her fingers under the waistband and looks up in question. Rhaenyra lifts her hips in response and Alicent quickly pulls off the offending garment.
Alicent runs her hands up and down Rhaenyra’s strong thighs and stares at the sight presented to her: Rhaenyra’s cunt, pink and wet with a smattering of soft blonde hair. She swallows harshly. The hand that was in her hair returns, this time gentler, fingers scratching lightly against her scalp.
She glances back up to see Rhaenyra’s heated stare, chest heaving. Alicent asks, “What do you want?”
“Gods, just about anything.” Rhaenyra huffs a laugh. “Start broad and then narrow down to my clit.”
If Alicent was good at anything, she was good at following directions. With those words in mind, she presses a kiss to each inner thigh, then lick a broad strip up Rhaenyra’s center. She cries out, and Alicent almost backs away before the hand gripping her hair stops her.
“Again baby.”
She licks again, this time swirling around her entrance, collecting the delicious wetness from its source. Her eyes slip closed as she savors the taste. Rhaenyra is making small pleased sounds from above her, but her shifting hips betray her impatience. Alicent almost smiles to herself—she’d be exploiting this fact at some point in the future.
She moves away from her entrance and traces her folds with her tongue, before swiping clumsily over her clit. The grip in her hair becomes almost painful for a moment and Alicent opens her eyes to meet Rhaenyra’s.
Her gaze is molten and her voice is almost a rumble when she says, “Fuck, Alicent. Keep going.”
And so she does. She flicks her tongue up and down over her clit—lavishes it with attention as Rhaenyra moans above her. Her hips are jumping and Alicent can barely keep her mouth attached. At some point Rhaenyra’s other hand threads through her hair, and pulls Alicent closer to where she needs her.
“Gods, just like that. Just like that Ali.”
The praise makes her preen, and she redoubles her efforts, desperate to make Rhaenyra cum. Slickness coats her chin and the sounds she’s making are obscene and Alicent wants. She wants to make Rhaenyra peak, she wants to be good, she wants to be used for her pleasure.
She drags her nails against the sensitive flesh of Rhaenyra’s inner thighs and looks up into her eyes. Rhaenyra groans when their eyes meet, mouth falling open slightly. She panting and though Alicent hasn’t done this before, she can tell she’s close.
She refuses to look away—she wants to watch every moment as Rhaenyra falls apart from her ministrations. Rhaenyra’s hips are bucking and she grips Alicent’s hair with strong hands, holding her head still as she fucks herself against Alicent’s mouth. Arousal shoots through Alicent and she flattens her tongue to let Rhaenyra have her way with her.
“Fuck, fuck, Gods you’re so good,” Rhaenyra cries out. “I’m—“
A fresh wave of wetness coats flood from Rhaenyra, coating Alicent’s chin even more. Rhaenyra’s thighs tremble around her head, heels digging into the bed, back arching off it. She throws her head back and moans, grinding down to drag out her orgasm.
Through it all, Alicent trembles with a mix of arousal, affection, and pride. She rubs her hands soothingly against Rhaenyra’s skin, marveling at the taut muscle she could feel underneath. When the hands in her hair relax and her hips slow to a gentle row, Alicent pulls away, breath hitching at the mess they’ve made.
She presses a light kiss to each hip bone before making her way back up Rhaenyra’s body. She drapes herself over Rhaenyra and tucks her face into the crook of her neck. Strong arms wrap around her lower back and she can feel ragged breaths drift over her temple.
“Gods Alicent, where did you learn that?”
She giggles and nips at the skin beneath her mouth. “I’m a fast learner.”
Rhaenyra just hums and tightens her hold on Alicent. She kisses Alicent’s forehead, and Alicent’s heart flutters in her chest. So many thoughts come to her that she has to bite her tongue to keep from blurting out something stupid. There was time for a conversation—later. For now, Alicent would savor in the warmth radiating from Rhaenyra, cuddled tight to her front.