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[ his brows rise at that, as though he's surprised by the request. he isn't. it's difficult to be surprised by much, when the most surprising has already occurred — the kingdom had fallen, and the kingdom had rebuilt itself, almost effortlessly. ]

[ though, to be truthful, rhaegar isn't sure if he's surprised at her request or at her movements her requests hides for the moment. he shifts, resting his back more comfortably against the pillows of the bed, and his fingers dig into the bones her hips. it's his turn to respond, and rhaegar likes to pretend he's unaffected, that those scales of his are so thick he's impenetrable. that line of thinking may have sent the previous king into madness, but rhaegar knows how she'll keep him in check — fingers digging into his shoulders, a nip here, a scratch there. a dragon can feign thick skin around anyone else but a wolf. ]

Is that all? [ it almost sounds like it's a small price to pay, but, he adds on: ] That's a very big price to pay. Is she sure she just wants one kiss?

[For his sass, he earns himself a sharp pinch to his ear. Careful, dragon king or she'll bite you next. She's done it before, left her mark on him for the world to see. This one belongs to her now. She wishes no ill will towards his first wife, for the past can't be changed but her king is still a good looking man. He is still the most powerful man in the realm and he's hers. She's the only one who gets to enjoy his hands on her hips and his lips against hers. Wolves mate for life. She'll shred any woman who tries to come between them.]

You are welcome to sleep on the floor with your beloved paper if you'd prefer.

[Though the way she punctuates that statement with a roll of her hips and leaning forward until her breasts brush against his chest, she doesn't think he'll pick the floor.]

[ those hands on her hips move to encircle her properly when she moves again, in both a bid to keep her still and to pull her closer. if she'd been trying to bluff and see whether he would continue to play as though he's a forgetful dragon, he thinks he's then successfully called it, reading into the intentions of her actions as he doesn't let her stray too far from him anymore. ]

[ he's had enough of that. the days are long and draining at times, but rhaegar's beginning to find his rhythm — there are hours he spends with rhaenys and jon, others where he doesn't have any meetings at all, and then moments like this, but interspersed during the day when any other king may be locked in his chair and a pensive state of being. ]

[ humming low and deep and long, though it isn't to sing a song right now, he pretends to consider it — the floor or the bed, as if there's any choice in the matter. he's already made up his mind, long, long ago. ] I think I'll stay here. [ one hand glides up her back, fingers intertwining in her hair. ] What do you think?

I think that's a wise choice.

[Her head leans into his touch, almost without her having to think about it. This part, at least is easy, when it's just the two of them, shut away in their chambers. Sometimes she wishes they could have stayed in the Tower forever, with no responsibilities, no one playing games with them, nothing at all to worry about. It's a childish and selfish wish, she knows. It's why she keeps it close to her heart and never voices it.

She takes advantage of the time they've carved out for themselves now, pressing all of her weight against him. Her hands frame his head in the pillows behind him and it's so, so easy to press her lips to his neck. Right there along the line of his pulse.]

And I think you have on too many clothes.

[ at her movement, rhaegar makes a noise in his throat, deeply inhaling through his nose. he doesn't move her; his hands move to the small of her back and grip the fabric of her gown lightly. he's very much like a dragon with his rider, calm, easily falling into step with her. he's never been much of a fighter, and despite the realm shaping him to be one, he has always preferred to be without his shield and armour. ]

[ he tilts his head up, elongating his neck, and tries his best not to smile. of course, he fails. when he looks up at the canopy of the bed, there's an upward curved shape to his mouth, and a low laugh vibrating through his throat. ]

You always think that.

[ closing his eyes, rhaegar finally lets himself relax. ] Do you think of anything that doesn't involve getting me naked?

The better question, my love, is why you haven't learned to be ready and waiting for me by now?

[The noise he makes makes her bolder, as if the wolf queen has ever once in her life been shy. She may have been timid on their wedding night, when clothes first started to come off because everything she'd known then about what really happens with a man and a woman came from second hand knowledge from the maids at Winterfell and Brandon's drunken stories. Which is fine in theory, but different when the dragon has a girl cornered on a bed and it was a little late to change her mind then but it was definitely far too late after. She found she rather enjoyed it, once the soreness started to fade and she realized the ways that he liked to be touched.

Lyanna scrapes her teeth along his pulse, uncaring if she leaves a mark that won't be covered by any collar. She pays the spot attention for a good moment before she releases his skin. Another shift and her lips hover above his, close enough to tease and not much else.]

I care for the children. I listen to witless birds prattle on all day along. [The life of court annoys her. The women of all the little lordlings bore her. But it's part of the price she pays for her dragon.] It's the least you could do for me.

[ he's smiling, his eyes following her as best he can. he stays still, comfortable to be at the mercy of her. when she scrapes her teeth along his neck, his fingers grip her hips a little tighter, and she may feel a rumble in his throat of a hum. ]

[ rhaegar will never learn his lesson. long ago he'd given up learning any lessons, preferring how he's taught them over and over — he'll never be ready and waiting for her, out of fear that if she is, this won't happen between them again. much like the dragons of old, he likes to take care of what's his, refusing to let anyone come near him to destroy it. ]

[ it's a normalcy he shouldn't be granted as the king of westeros, but rhaegar targaryen knows he's fortunate enough to have a wife who refuses to listen. ]

[ brows shooting upward, he repeats, ] The least I could do? [ he treats it as though he's shocked, as though this isn't a notion he's come to expect from her. he doesn't nest in it for long; lips curving upward, his voice is quieter when he says, ] But I'm here. [ he leans upward to kiss the flesh beneath her jaw. ] And I've been waiting.

My apologies, my darling.

[Lyanna sucks in a breath, light and carefree when his lips find her skin. Try as she might, the wolf is not entirely unaffected. She is human behind those teeth. She is a woman who has needs and wants and most of those needs and wants align with something to do with her husband. She's lucky that way. To have a husband she loves and respects when most girls like her are sold to the highest bidder in exchange for an alliance.

She moves, if only to sit up a little so she can move her hands between them and start to push his shirt up. It's in her way. It needs to go. And she'll tug and push until it's gone.]

I had many things on my mind. I didn't mean to keep you waiting.

Now that you mention it … [ for only a short moment does rhaegar think to keep his hands down and refuse to let her pull his shirt up and over his head. perhaps it'd work, seeing her give up and glare at him, though rhaegar's gut's telling him he'd be one shirt less if he decided to be stubborn now. wolves have claws, and so do dragons, and though rhaegar knows she will always be a wolf from the north, sometimes she has talons as long and strong and unbreakable as a dragon. ]

[ assisting, he leans forward and pulls his shirt up and over his head, hair slightly mussed from it. he leaves her to do as she pleases with it, hands returning to her hips. leaning forward and up, he begins to tend to her neck. he murmurs against her throat, ] Good thing dragons are patient.

[It's a wise choice. Her claws have ripped clothing before.

She smiles at him fondly, running her fingers through his hair and mussing it even further. This is truly her favorite look on him. When he's in her arms, a warm comforting weight against her. When it's obvious her hands have been on him. She lets him do what he wants to her neck, gives him the room to explore, her hands tight in his hair.]

A wolf is willing to grant a favor to her dragon. As a reward for his patience.

[ rhaegar hums, slightly distracted. he doesn't pull away from kissing her neck, moving so slowly, so anciently. perhaps he should respond to her, but rhaegar has always enjoyed what that inspires within her — a fierce tug of his hair, an attempt to tilt away from him to only discover he'll follow, to realise that there's no escape. ]

[ he hums his answer, a hmm of acknowledgement, before it becomes nothing close to an answer at all. a mere noise, there to keep the silence at bay, rhaegar moves to the other side of her neck, not wishing for it to catch a chill from his lack of care. ]

I think I've already got my reward. [ he murmurs against her skin, eyes half-closed as he doesn't move away from her. hands on her hips, gripping her hipbones, he seems rather content to remain where he is. it's these moments, so quiet and isolated, that rhaegar enjoys best. he's begun to take for granted his ability to relax, unfurl his wings, lower his guard, and even breathe a little easier. but he knows his heart's thumping in his chest, not born from stress but something else. ]

[She cherishes their tender, quiet moments as well-- especially as the years pass and the children get older and the court demands get louder but a woman has needs too. A quiet noise of her own escapes her throat, somewhere between a contented sigh and a moan.]

Are you certain there's nothing else you could want?

[Lyanna's hands abandon his hair in favor of gripping his own and pushing them to the small of her back. Where the laces of her dress come together. A man simply has to tug hard enough and the entire thing will loosen.]

I'd hate for you to feel cheated.

[ rhaegar pulls back once he realises where she's playing his hands. always impatient, even when she tries to be patient — sometimes it's enjoyable to see how long she'll tolerate him moving so slowly. ]

[ hand flattening against the small of her back, as if to say i know what you want, he hooks a finger around one of piece of the lace but doesn't tug. ]

I think I'm good. [ he says, smiling. rhaegar doesn't want for anything these days. when he'd been younger, so full of hope, he had wished for what blue flowers would represent — a new kind of life, a freedom, a rarity no other targaryen has ever had since aegon the conqueror's days. ]

[ slowly does he pull at that lace, unhurried for the moment. ] I have everything I could possibly want.

[This time when she makes a noise, it's clear she's displeased. If he knows what she wants, then he's just being petty in refusing to give it to her. Lyanna wants out of her head tonight. She doesn't want slow kisses and warm hands. She wants hard and fast because sometimes that's love too. It isn't always a beautiful song from his harp. It can be a little ugly too, like the dark thoughts that circle her mind.]

Rhaegar, [she whines, though she may refuse to acknowledge it as one. She grabs his wrist too, as if she can make him pull the lace harder, even though the angle is awkward behind her back and he's stronger than her anyway.]

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