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As soon as she walked through the door, Alicent knew she wasn't the only person in her apartment. A few months ago, her not so mysterious visitor would have left no sign of her presence and would have appeared by surprise with the sole intention of scaring her.
Now, Rhaenyra made sure to leave open the window through which she had so easily entered, and her jacket hanging on the coat rack in the hallway so that Alicent would be aware of her presence as soon as she set foot inside the house.
It was one of the many rules Alicent had to impose and one of the few that Rhaenyra made an effort to follow.
The noise coming from the kitchen did little to hide the fact that someone was cooking there. Alicent sighed tiredly, knowing full well why Rhaenyra was preparing a dinner that was too elaborate.
Rhaenyra had killed someone, nothing new, except that this time she had killed someone Alicent had specifically asked her not to kill...and she couldn't even blame her entirely, it was Alicent who had developed a twisted relationship with a diagnosed psychopath.
Things between them hadn't always been this way, and Alicent couldn't remember the exact moment when finding Rhaenyra completely comfortable in her space stopped causing fear and started to be something Alicent expected.
What she did remember perfectly was the first time they met, Rhaenyra completely covered in blood that wasn't hers, with a sinister smile on her lips.
If she tried hard enough, Alicent could still feel that mixture of terror and fascination that had made her lower her gun and let Rhaenyra escape without trying to stop her.
None of that fear was present when Alicent finally arrived in the kitchen to find Rhaenyra already waiting for her with a glass of wine in her hand and an apologetic expression that was not an apology at all.
“I told you...”
“He was coming for you,” Rhaenyra interrupted her, just as Alicent expected her to. “I couldn't allow it.”
Rhaenyra's favorite excuse: they want to kill you, so I have to kill them first. Alicent was a homicide detective; of course the criminals she pursued wanted to kill her. That was exactly how they had met: Rhaenyra leaving a trail of corpses across the city that Alicent had followed until she found the perpetrator.
That first time Rhaenyra had decided to sneak into the house of the police officer who was investigating her right after a particularly bloody job, Alicent had been sure she was going to die. The psychopath she had been pursuing so relentlessly had caught her and was going to end her life.
That didn't happen.
What did happen was a most strange and interesting conversation that left Alicent with the need to discover more, to learn more about this ruthless killer whom all the reports described as a psychopath.
It turned out that Rhaenyra was much more than just that.
And now here they were, at a point where Rhaenyra no longer bothered to go to her own house when she was in town, because, why would she? when half of Alicent's closet contained her clothes.
“You're bleeding.” Alicent didn't bother to argue; if Rhaenyra sensed she was in the slightest danger, she would act, and Alicent had to come to terms with that.
“It's nothing.” Rhaenyra, as always, ignored her own injuries as if she were some kind of immortal god, and Alicent sighed as she approached her and pulled her away from the wonderfully smelling food already laid out on two plates. “It's going to get cold...”
A glance from Alicent silenced Rhaenyra, who followed her to the bathroom without further complaint. “Sit down,” Alicent instructed Rhaenyra as she gathered her aid kit, one she had been using constantly lately.
Rhaenyra sat on the edge of the bathtub and Alicent began the usual routine. Rhaenyra had a small cut on her forehead that was bleeding a little, and Alicent cleaned it gently while Rhaenyra looked at her adoringly.
“Not a word,” Alicent warned as she removed Rhaenyra's shirt, who never missed an opportunity to flirt with her, more cuts on her right shoulder and a terrible bruise on her ribs.
The man Rhaenyra had killed was dangerous and, worse still, powerful. He was well protected, according to Alicent's investigations, and the call she had received on her way home spoke of a true bloodbath.
“They could have killed you...” Alicent whispered, running her fingers over the bruise. Rhaenyra shuddered, but not from pain—never from pain. Alicent was always impressed by Rhaenyra's ability to endure pain; it was the gentlest touches that Rhaenyra didn't quite know how to react to.
A lifetime of violence does that to a person, Alicent supposed.
For that very reason, Alicent allowed Rhaenyra to rest her head on her chest and wrap her arms around her, and for that very reason, Alicent herself embraced Rhaenyra with equal force, running her fingers through her messy short hair.
This dangerous assassin melted at her touch, allowing Alicent to see her most vulnerable side, and in her own twisted way, Rhaenyra cared for her; she would not put herself in danger if she did not.
“Do you doubt my abilities?” Rhaenyra joked, lifting her head and sitting up so she could wrap her arms completely around Alicent. She was a little taller and often took advantage of that to get closer to Alicent. “You hurt my feelings.”
“I don't doubt you.” Alicent had long since stopped fighting this kind of intimacy. What was the point? They always ended up like this, so close that separating seemed like a crime. “I worry about you, Rhaenyra, and that one day you won't be so lucky...”
Rhaenyra let out a mocking laugh, and Alicent pulled back a little to look at her seriously, another thing Rhaenyra didn't know how to deal with: someone genuinely caring about her and her safety.
“I'm serious, you don't want to lose me, do you?” Luckily, Alicent had been learning how to communicate with Rhaenyra, how to make her understand feelings she had never experienced before. “It's the same for me, if anything happens to you...”
“Nothing will happen to me.” Rhaenyra cradled Alicent's face in her hands and looked at her with the love that all the reports Alicent had read about her said she was incapable of feeling. “I promise.”
Alicent did not argue, allowing herself to be molded to Rhaenyra's body once more. It was useless to say that no matter how well trained Rhaenyra was, she was still a very mortal human being. Rhaenyra was who she was, and Alicent... Alicent just had to live with it.
“Come on, I'm sure the food is delicious.”
It was truly delicious, and accompanied by wine, it soon made Alicent forget the world outside these walls. The world where if anyone found out about her relationship with the daughter of the crime lord Viserys Targaryen... precisely her, the daughter of the only prosecutor in the city who was not buying into the Targaryen family…
It was all a mess, but the two of them liked to pretend that their last names didn't matter, nor did their professions, and it was so easy to fool themselves into thinking they had some kind of future when they were together and alone. When they cleaned the kitchen together, joking around in such a domestic act that it hurt.
It hurt to know that it was all an illusion.
Rhaenyra would leave to kill someone who, hours later, would appear on Alicent's desk, and she would have to pretend she didn't know who had done it. Pretend that the hands that had ended yet another life were the same ones that held her hips, pulling her closer with delicacy and care.
“Stop thinking so much.” Rhaenyra read her mind perfectly, as always, so attuned to every gesture Alicent made to press forward or step back as necessary, so unfairly gentle for a psychopath. “Forget everything, it's just you and me.”
And that was precisely the problem, how much Alicent forgot that the rest of the world still mattered when Rhaenyra decided to show up.
“It's not that easy...” Alicent tried “It is,” Rhaenyra interrupted, brushing her lips together, “as easy as breathing.”
And that was the other problem, how easy it was for Alicent to press her lips together, grabbing the back of her neck tightly so she would understand the kind of night Alicent needed, and the smile against her lips and the tightening of the grip on her hips told Alicent that Rhaenyra had gotten the message loud and clear.
In an instant, Rhaenyra had lifted Alicent into her arms and slammed her back against the wall, her lips biting Alicent's neck and shoulder so hard it hurt, just as Alicent wanted.
It wasn't always like that. Sometimes Rhaenyra liked to take her time, kissing Alicent's entire body and touching her with a delicacy that bordered on reverence. Those nights were less common, slightly uncomfortable for both of them for entirely different reasons.
For Rhaenyra, touching someone without violence behind it, even during sex, was strange, and when that happened, Alicent would wake up the next day in an empty bed with an extremely bloody crime waiting for her at work, as if Rhaenyra needed to prove to herself who she still was despite her relationship with Alicent.
For Alicent, it was much easier when the touches were rough, a desire for absolution and a penance at the same time. She didn't feel so guilty when pleasure brought pain. But when Rhaenyra touched her reverently, with kisses so gentle that they brought tears to Alicent's eyes... in those moments, she could no longer deny the very real feelings between them.
And those feelings were very real, either when Rhaenyra was slowly exploring her body, or now, with Rhaenyra herself tearing Alicent's shirt off as if its mere existence offended her. Alicent's legs wrapped around Rhaenyra's waist and she couldn't help grinding against her. Even with layers of clothing between them, pleasure coursed through her from head to toe.
Rhaenyra, as always, had lost herself in her breasts, kissing and biting until the cup of her bra slipped down and she could take a hard nipple to her lips. Alicent moaned and her head hit the wall, hard.
“Careful...” Rhaenyra murmured, not bothering to take her lips away from Alicent's nipple, and led her blindly to Alicent's room.
As soon as Alicent's back touched the bed, she didn't let Rhaenyra move away from her, wrapping her arms around her until she felt Rhaenyra's full weight against her. The pressure was delicious, her clit throbbing against Rhaenyra's clothed thigh, and Alicent realized how close she was to coming with her pants still on.
“Not yet...” Rhaenyra knew it too, and moved her thigh away so Alicent couldn't continue rubbing against her. Her teeth bit into Alicent's nipple as Alicent let out a moan of complaint. “You'll come when I want you to.”
It was going to be one of those nights. Rhaenyra's need for control was obsessive, her possessiveness with Alicent was reaching a dangerous point and her need to possess Alicent's body completely only increased the longer they continued with this.
The worst part was how much it turned Alicent on, Rhaenyra handling her body as if it were her property. And sometimes, on rare occasions, Rhaenyra would give Alicent that control, not completely—letting go entirely was something Alicent wasn't sure Rhaenyra could do—but enough to follow Alicent's orders.
To kneel and please Alicent to the rhythm of Alicent's hand in her hair, or to lie down with the strap tied around her hips and let Alicent ride her as slowly or as fast as she wanted.
Having that kind of power over Rhaenyra did dangerous things to Alicent's body, exciting her to the point of wanting to find out how far she could exploit that power, how far Rhaenyra would go just because Alicent had asked her to?
Alicent thought she knew the answer, and it terrified her. It filled her with terror to think that one day she would ask for what Rhaenyra wanted her to ask for, and then there would be no turning back. Alicent could pretend that what Rhaenyra did for her, all the deaths of dangerous criminals, did not turn her on in a special way.
But if Rhaenyra killed someone because Alicent asked her to... that would change everything, it would change them, and Alicent wasn't ready for that, to truly face what it meant to love a psychopath.
“Rhaenyra,” Alicent practically begged when Rhaenyra pulled so hard on her pants that she tore them a little. Rhaenyra ignored her, slowing down and running her hands over Alicent's bare thighs with the sole purpose of driving her crazy.
“You know what I want to hear,” Rhaenyra's voice had taken on that husky tone she was unable to contain when she was about to lose all inhibitions.
“Please.” Alicent knew what Rhaenyra was asking for, and although the first few times they had slept together she had left all the dirty talk to Rhaenyra, she now knew the power her pleas had: “Please, fuck me.”
Alicent's underwear was torn from her body in an instant, Rhaenyra's fingers roughly running over the wetness between Alicent's legs, and the moan of pleasure that Rhaenyra let out just from touching Alicent excited her even more.
“Always so wet for me,” Rhaenyra whispered, biting her neck, leaving marks that Alicent didn't care about now but would later have to hide with makeup. “So ready for whatever I want to do to you...”
Alicent was going to respond with a sharp comment or a tease. She let Rhaenyra take control over her body, but she never gave up without putting up a fight first. However, Rhaenyra took away her chance to reply by inserting two fingers into her pussy up to the last knuckle.
Alicent could only moan in response, and Rhaenyra began a rapid rhythm without waiting for Alicent to adjust. Not that it was necessary; she was dripping down her thighs at the possessive touch.
“Fuck, Rhaenyra, don't stop,” Alicent moaned, grabbing Rhaenyra by the hair and pressing her lips together in a painful kiss. Rhaenyra's fingers inside her were moving faster and faster, but she was deliberately avoiding her clit, driving Alicent crazy. “Please, please...”
“That's it, beg for me.” Rhaenyra was losing control, and Alicent knew this was dangerous. The hand that wasn't ravaging her pussy was leaving bruises with the force with which it gripped Alicent's hips, and the hungry gleam in her violet eyes... Alicent had seen it before many times, after Rhaenyra had killed someone.
That thought, along with a third finger entering her and Rhaenyra's thumb finally drawing circles on her clit, was what brought Alicent to orgasm.
An orgasm so intense and blinding that Alicent could think of nothing but Rhaenyra's fingers inside her, the bites on her nipples, the possessive hand that was suddenly on her neck.
It may have been stupid of her, but Alicent wasn't afraid, even now with Rhaenyra about to take her breath away completely. It wasn't the first time, and it surely wouldn't be the last.
Rhaenyra's fingers remained inside Alicent's cunt, moving more slowly but making it clear to Alicent that they weren't done yet, as if Alicent couldn't feel another orgasm coming, too soon after the first, but the contrast between the hard hand on her throat and the slowness of the other between her legs... she couldn't do anything to stop it.
As soon as Rhaenyra felt the walls of Alicent's pussy squeeze her fingers, her left hand cut off Alicent's breath completely, and the pleasure was so devastating, so intense, that Alicent lost touch with reality for a few minutes.
When Alicent came to her senses, Rhaenyra was sucking on the fingers that had been inside Alicent as if she hadn't eaten in days, her eyes closed as if she needed to savor Alicent and not miss a single drop.
Another wave of pleasure washed over Alicent at the sight before her, and Rhaenyra noticed, of course she did. “You taste so good, I'm addicted.”
To prove her point, Rhaenyra moved down Alicent's body until she was between her legs, slowly licking Alicent's thighs, none of the need for control from before.
“Baby, I’m very sensitive,” Alicent protested half-heartedly, but she made no move to pull away, and her right hand brushed the short strands of hair from Rhaenyra’s face.
“I know, I'll go slowly,” Rhaenyra murmured right against her pussy, her lips brushing Alicent's clit with every word, and Alicent knew she was lost. They wouldn't be leaving this bed for hours, and that was fine with her. “I want to taste you on my tongue for days.”
And Alicent believed her, because she felt the same way. Every mark and bite Rhaenyra had left on her body would be a perfect reminder when Rhaenyra inevitably left again.
Alicent believed she knew all of Rhaenyra's sides and the best way to deal with them, but not this Rhaenyra, a mixture of the murderer and the woman who made her dinner without expecting anything in return.
The possessive lover who delighted in leaving bruises on Alicent's skin and the Rhaenyra who hugged her after a nightmare.
Rhaenyra's duality was not new, but the way the two sides of her became one when she was with Alicent was. It was clearly evident right now, with Rhaenyra's lips gently caressing her pussy while her hands left marks on Alicent's thighs.
Alicent couldn't deal with this right now, not with the pleasure still growing in her stomach and Rhaenyra sucking her clit before running her tongue over it in gentle circles.
Alicent's hips began to move without her realizing it, only Rhaenyra's stronger grip made her stop, letting Rhaenyra take her time.
“Good girl,” Alicent moaned at Rhaenyra's words. It would have been embarrassing if Alicent could have felt anything other than pleasure, anything other than Rhaenyra's smile against her wetness just before she slid her tongue inside her.
“God...” Alicent's moans grew louder, and a distant part of her worried about what the neighbors would say, but then Rhaenyra's fingers entered her again, her mouth sucked on her clit, and Alicent came so hard that she lost all cognitive function for a few seconds.
“I love seeing you like this,” Rhaenyra whispered against her thigh, with a warmth in her gaze so unlike her that Alicent was losing herself in the what ifs.
What if Rhaenyra wasn't as incapable of love as everyone thought? What if Alicent asked her to leave everything behind and run away together? What if...?
“Come back to me,” Rhaenyra had moved across her body while Alicent was lost in her thoughts, and she saw the truth in the violet eyes she adored so much.
Rhaenyra was who she was, nothing could change that, just as no one could change who Alicent was deep down. They had both started this knowing full well how it would end... and they hadn't cared.
It was too late for regrets now.
“I'm here with you.” Alicent pulled Rhaenyra closer by the neck and kissed her softly, lifting her leg to place it between Rhaenyra's thighs and holding it still, leaving the choice up to Rhaenyra. She didn't always like being touched; it was too much of a loss of control, but sometimes her desire for Alicent was too strong to resist. “I am always here with you.”
Rhaenyra's growl told Alicent everything she needed to know, and together they pulled down Rhaenyra's pants and boxers until Alicent could feel Rhaenyra's wetness against her thigh.
“Do you want the...?” Alicent asked after a few seconds of Rhaenyra lying still against her. The strap on gave Rhaenyra the control she so desperately needed as it rubbed against her clit in just the right way, but Rhaenyra shook her head against her neck and moved her hips slowly.
“I just want...” Rhaenyra's fingers returned to Alicent's pussy, and Alicent understood, nodding and lifting her hips so that those fingers could enter her as deeply as possible.
Rhaenyra wanted to feel her, all of her, and Alicent wasn't going to deny her that.
The faster Rhaenyra's hips moved against her thigh, the faster the three fingers moved inside her, and Alicent was so sensitive that she wasn't going to last much longer, but she wanted, no, she needed Rhaenyra to come first.
“Take what's yours.” Alicent murmured in Rhaenyra's ear before biting her neck hard, and Rhaenyra's hips quickened before coming to a halt on her thigh. Somehow, Rhaenyra's fingers didn't stop moving during her orgasm, and Alicent came a few seconds later, whispering “I'm yours” to Rhaenyra like a prayer.
“Only mine,” Rhaenyra's hoarse voice sounded more like a threat than anything else, but it wasn't as if Alicent wasn't used to Rhaenyra's possessiveness, as if she didn't crave her in the same way.
Their relationship was so unhealthy that Alicent had long since stopped questioning certain things; it wasn't worth it, not when nothing was going to change.
Rhaenyra's fingers slowly withdrew from her, aware of how sensitive her pussy was after so many orgasms in a row. She ran them up Alicent's body, covering her skin with her own wetness before resting them on Alicent's lips, who sucked them just as Rhaenyra expected her to.
When Rhaenyra considered her fingers clean enough, she removed them to attack Alicent's mouth with her lips, a desperate kiss that told Alicent what Rhaenyra had been hiding all night, the reason for her two personalities suddenly blurring into one.
“When are you leaving?” Alicent murmured when they separated to breathe. Rhaenyra sighed and buried her head in Alicent's neck. “Two days,” Rhaenyra's answer made Alicent tense.
Two days, only three days of rest this time, and with Rhaenyra's personal crusade against the criminals who were after Alicent, the real break would be only one day.
Rhaenyra had been away for almost three weeks, international cases had been piling up on Alicent's desk, and as much as Rhaenyra was one of the best assassins around, she also needed to take a break from time to time.
“It'll only be a week,” Rhaenyra said dismissively, turning her body onto her back and pulling Alicent with her. “After that, I'll be free for a while.”
Alicent knew what Rhaenyra's free time was like. She was incapable of truly stopping and focused on Alicent's cases, which Alicent understood deep down that Rhaenyra considered... romantic, in her twisted way of seeing the world.
“Come straight back here.” Alicent clung to Rhaenyra's body as if she were already leaving, as if she hadn't already decided to call work to take these days off to spend them with Rhaenyra.
“Always.” Rhaenyra never made empty promises, so Alicent knew she meant it.
If it was Rhaenyra's decision, she would always come back to Alicent.