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They take a different route than Alicent and Criston, but she couldn't have expected them to follow after being reunited. She lets any imposing thoughts pass as she continues on with her day. She’ll have Aemond find him later.
Meanwhile, Aegon guides his lover through tunnels and backways expertly, he walks close behind her, a firm grip holding onto her forearm, and his other hand holds the one idle at her side. It feels safe even as she passes questionable parties.
They end at the dragon pit and she turns to him a little breathless, he pulls her to him with a pitiful pout. there’s a hint of a smile at the corners of it. His nose is still pink from his crying, it's endearing somehow.
"I want to be alone with you." His voice lowers and he swiftly separates himself from her, pulling her by the hand into the stables. Her heart picks up and she quickens her pace briefly to catch up with the Prince.
"Aegon, I've never been in here before."
"I know." He shoots her a familiar smile and she warms, fire in her belly sparking. They stop by an empty stable, tucking themselves between a pair of columns nearby. He corners her immediately but other than caging her in he simply holds her face in his hands. The soft smile on her face alone makes Aegon twitch in his pants; he realizes he's a lost cause at that moment.
He knows he's staring too long when her face starts to screw into an embarrassed grin, nerves coming out in giggles. Another twitch; Aegon hums a laugh for restraint and kisses her.
He kisses her like he's going to die tomorrow and she melts, bringing hands up his forearms, he still holds her, cupping her jaw now. A soft moan rises from her, a complaint for having to part for a breath, however briefly. Aegon presses his forehead to hers while he breathes.
"I haven't fucked anyone other than you in a month and a half." He admits this as if he could not keep it to himself anymore, staring at her lips even though she looks for his eyes. That's longer than she's been gone, she notes. It weakens her, maybe it's stupid, or love , which is the same thing depending on who you asked.
She squeezes his arms before she drags her hands up to his shoulders, pulling underneath them to bring him in.
" I don't care if you have." He clarifies, the crinkle in his brow says otherwise, she restrains a giggle to let him continue.
"But I haven't, I can't. I only think of you. It's killing me." He says it like he's running out of breath, "And then, I-I couldn't see you off, 'cos I'm a fuckin' idiot as always." He berates himself openly but he calms when her palm is on his cheek. She decides to believe him, a gentle laugh pressed into a kiss.
"You told me you loved me. Did you mean that?" Her eyes run over his face, she settles on his mouth.
" Yes. " He exhales, a wry laugh coming out remembering his shit confession.
" Tell me again. " She presses, standing up straighter, where they're nose to nose. Aegon's brow twitches and his lips curl up at the corners subtly. He rumbles and now makes the hardness in his pants known to her with a nudge of his hips against her thin dress.
"I love you, woman."
She rolls her eyes with a satisfied giggle, he hides his in her neck and begins to nip at her skin.
" I love you, Aegon. " She sings into his ear, his hands have been coursing her back but they move down over to paw her ass when she says it back. Before she notices he'd wisened to undo the halter tie of her dress, exposing her chest. She yelps and checks if anyone is nearby.
“Relax…”
The Prince ducks to bring a breast to his mouth while palming another. A mewl leaves her and she rushes a hand down to the top of his pants.
"I missed your tits..." he almost whines, wrapping teeth around a nipple before he sucks.
"Are you really gonna fuck me in here?" She sounds excited, a grin creeping up slowly. Aegon stands to his full height after kissing up her chest. He chuckles, catching her bottom lip between his teeth.
"Targaryen rite of passage, darling."
"What an honor." She purrs, pays him another kiss, and then he lowers to one knee, eyes glinting up at her.
"You know what I really miss?" He husks, hands bunching up the fabric at the front of her skirt. His hands are hot on her skin but his lips burn her, he starts at the inside of her knees and up her thighs. The closer he gets to the apex of them, the more strength she loses in her legs. They give when he presses a wet kiss right at the beginning of her lips; he'd shove his shoulders under the back of her knees, draping her legs down his back. She scrambles briefly bracing herself against the wall, she means to scold him, tell him to warn her but the complaints die on her throat when he pushes his hot tongue onto her clit. He smiles with his eyes at her when she croons again, raking the tip in circles with a hum.
" Oh ... wow ... ha ..."
It's difficult to not completely cave onto him, her legs squeeze his head when he places quick, small kisses on her button. Aegon hopes the accompanying mewls ring in his head forever. He's starving and shamelessly feasting on her, his tongue is tickling at her entrance enough for her to buck. She doesn't do it more than twice before Aegon grips the meat of her hips to seal his mouth on her cunt, lips puckering around her pearl again. A hand in his hair makes his eyes close dreamily, hums of pleasure thanking her in more ways than one. Her voice cracks when she mewls his name, gasping at the lewd sounds his tongue made eating her.
When she looks down at him, he looks right back. He loved the furrow of her brow when she was about to come, her jaw slacking, and how she let her head hang.
Aegon hasn't stopped and this might be the quickest he's unraveled her; his hands knead, a reprieve from the ache of his now painfully stiff cock.
An impatient growl from between her legs urges her to let go and she listens, eyes snapping shut and a suppressed cry on her lips. Her ankles lock when Aegon doesn't let up and she pulls him off by his hair. He's a mess, face flushed and slick, he laps at his chops and hums, pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs and one on her mound for good measure. She twitches and swats his shoulder playfully, chest still heaving.
Her legs have no choice but to stabilize themselves when he makes to stand. When he kisses her again, it's filthy; full of tongue and spit, she mewls tasting herself.
"Don't you taste so good?" He pants into her ear, eyes fluttering closed at how her hands pull his cock out of its torturous prison. A coy ‘mm-hm’ from her before she turns to kiss him again, he meets her, and bumps her nose with his but she laps at the sides of his mouth to clean his face instead. Aegon laughs into the ceiling when she starts abusing his neck, in combination with her teasing his cock, he's a crooning mess.
“Aegon.” The Prince’s skin rises at the rasp in her voice.
He frantically works between hiking a leg up on his hip and keeping her skirt out of the way when she whispers her command in his ear. Her usual lilt hardens and if it was even possible, so does Aegon.
" Fuck me."
She uses his shoulders for support when he presses inside her, previous orgasm easing his entrance—her breath hitches when he's to the hilt, the arms at his shoulders pull him closer. When they look at each other again, the familiar blue of his eyes is darkened with how his pupils have blown open.
She kisses him again and he starts moving, a slow drag of his hips showing a patience he shouldn't have, not where they are now, but he doesn't care. He fills her cunt just as he does her ears with words of his suppressed desires. He relents passions and confessions into her lips, the few times she can manage to respond she encourages it, and spills some back. His pace only stalls when he takes a nipple into his mouth, the pace harshens when he sucks. Aegon whimpers when his hips begin to stutter, of course, he'd come quickly.
" I'm — shit.. " He groans open-mouthed, throwing his head back. Soft lips move against his ear, earning another moan from the Prince.
"It's okay, Aegon..." Her laugh is breathless and she pulls him into a hug, her body rattles from the force of his thrusts, desperate and quick as he vies for relief. He sees bursts of white behind his eyelids and his head spins when he peaks, pretty lips pursing to form an ‘o’.
He fills her with a guttural groan poorly muffled by her neck and she holds him there to quell him through his aftershock. It takes a beat for him to catch his breath and then his voice breaks the silence.
"... Sorry . I told you, it's been a while." He’s dragging lazy lips to hers, rubbing the material of her dress between his fingers as a means to ground himself. His pale face is flushed, curls forced onto his forehead by sweat. When he sighs his final breath, he strings words along it, that pull a snicker from her.
"I'm... fucking lightheaded ."
"We'll get you up to speed soon enough." She grins at him, holding his face as he did her earlier.
"Walk me to my quarters..." She whispers, "We're both in desperate need of a bath."
Aegon concurs with a scoff, peeling his body off her remorsefully. He stuffs himself into his pants and watches her adjust her skirt. He helps with the tie of her dress when she gives him her back and moves her hair out of the way. A chaste kiss is pressed to the top of her spine, right below the knotted fabric. Stepping out of the stables, they're met with a group of dragon keepers that say nothing but cast a questioning look briefly, Aegon doesn't notice and she pretends not to.
The sun was shrouded by clouds and there was the smell of rain beginning to mingle with the sulfuric waft of the Pit. After feeling a drop on his cheek, Aegon turns to begin slipping through the streets again before they're caught in a downpour.
She tries her best to think of anything but the sensation of his seed between her legs as they make it back, just urges him to use all the shortcuts he knows. They narrowly avoid being drenched, petrichor gracing the halls of the Keep.
He wasn't immediately stopped entering the Keep, and Aegon tends to take a mile when an inch is offered. If no one was chasing his tail, he wouldn't look over his shoulder.
At her doors, he huffs, looking down both stretches of the hallway. It was empty, she was in a sparsely manned wing but her apartments were nice, and the additional privacy was welcomed. He’d only been once before, that night before she left, and between the wine and darkness, he wouldn’t count that visit.
He whistles once and takes a big step inside after her, closing the doors behind him and pressing his back to the wood of it. He cranes his neck to look around. The whole room smells like her; the thrum of rain on stone settles him.
" Not counting the night before you left…”
It's silent for a brief moment while she undoes her hair and changes into a leisure robe. Aegon watches her between grazing curious fingers over the trinkets on her dresser, thinking of what places she could have gotten them from.
”Never been in here before."
He echoes the words she told him earlier, looking up at the tapestries and veils she's dressed her room with to keep her close to home. She smiles at him, eyes narrowing playfully.
" I know. " Aegon gives her his downward smile coming up to her. He takes a strand of hair and tucks it behind her ear, light touch coming down to her collarbone when he whispers.
"You mentioned a bath?"