Comment fic meme #3
Here we go for the post-exchange comment fic meme. (Posted on the mod account as usual because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange comm.)
A couple of rules:
- please include the pairing/character (and maybe a short prompt/kink) in the comment title - both for prompts and for fills.
- there are both show and book fans in this ( Read more... )
A couple of rules:
- please include the pairing/character (and maybe a short prompt/kink) in the comment title - both for prompts and for fills.
- there are both show and book fans in this ( Read more... )
Butterflies and Hurricanes.
She wants to tear her uncle to pieces for being so damn stuuborn.
She kisses him instead.
Victarion doesn't even have the time to prepare himself for the attack. He barely has the presence to aknowledge the fact that it is Asha that is attacking his mouth before pulling out the axe that he was holding lightly. For a second, white is all he sees and feels, nothing but blankness. It hits him full blast what they are doing.
She is family and while he could make her stop just by using one of his large and callous hand, he holds to the idea that she is Balon's precious daughter still.
"Get off Asha." he tells harshly between two hungry kisses.
The young woman stops, pushing her black hair out her pale and milky face. He's still on his bed, half naked and she's still on top of him fully clothed but there's a shift in the air. The temperature doesn't seem to know what to do and the moistness seems momentarily unbearable.
She laughs throatily, murmuring into his cheek. "And what will you do your majesty? spill my blood on the floor? Because only the Drowned God would make me stop now n'uncle. Are you the Drowned God?"
He is horrified by her words, but he can't help also the knife-twist of want that lances him keenly, clawing right into that part of him. She watches the shape his mouth makes as he speaks, lips enunciating carefully. "Only once. Only this time my niece." If she didn't knew any better, she would laugh and jape at him but her uncle -her king- is everything but easy on those things and instead she slowly takes off her clothes before he decides to change his mind.
The naked hunger now in his eyes is almost too much to bear and as he puts his hand on her waist and switches their position, she suppresses a laugh at his impatience. He gets rid of anything that stands between them with an ease she didn't thought he had. She chooses that moment to attack his earlobe with her teeth and he makes a low sound that vibrates right through her. He inhales sharply, hips rocking up, face turned into her, making it easier for her to bask in his scent. "You smell like water and iron and salt, n'uncle" she tells him breathlessly.
He groans. The heat. Victarion could never recall feeling so hot, so very torrid from the inside out. And watching Asha go back and forth, up and down, he wondered to what degree this was working on her too.
"You'll make me your queen n'uncle. Yes?"
She can feel him being close. She knows she is close too now. Their motions have become halting and jerky. One hand slips about his neck, one hand ghosts through his black hair. Like mine, she thinks.
"You're already my hand." He states between small gulps of air. She feels him stiffen suddenly, and she cannot restrain her own gasp as he hauls her clean off his bed, still wrapped around him, still filled by him, and turns to press her back to the wall. "You're too ambitious Asha. Always wanting more."
Well, that is true, she certainly isn't going to deny. But she never wanted those things only for herself but for Pyke and for the men and women she considers like her family.
Her feet now clear off the floor, all she can do is wrap her legs around him and hold on.
"Uncle?" she asks and she doesn't even know if it's her body asking for mercy or if she's still holding on an answer. Both.
"You talk too much woman." He looks at her, wild and suddenly more, blazing like the very heart of a storm in the deeps of the sea.
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They both slide on the floor, neither speaking, both trying to slowly catch their brains and breath back. After some time, Victarion sighs then extends his arm to a bottle not too far from them, and swallows half of it in a gulp.
Then, he passes it to Asha before heading back to his bed.
She stares quietly at the gesture, a small smile playing on her lips. Her body is aching, but unlike during a battlefield, it's a good ache, a comfortable ache. The gold liquid burns the back of her throat already raw. Yes, she will like this.
And while she hears a soft snore filling the room, she takes another drink thinking she can give her uncle another hour.
Then she'll have her answer again.
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Thanks a lot for your comment <333.
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