VISERYS X KYRA: He cared
Listening to this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMP-o8WXSPM
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Alone in his hotel room, the silver fox was staring at his reflection. He still had his heart beating faster whenever Kyra was crossing his mind. It made him feel uneasy, for he wasn't used at all to this feeling. He removed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, still noticing the traces of Kyra on his skin, the fading traces of her nails that raked over his pale skin. He ran his fingers over the traces, feeling his whole body temperature rise at the memory of them in that plane. It wasn't supposed to happen this fast, yet it did. Viserys didn't regret it one bit, why would he regret fucking the gorgeous blonde when it was his very intention from the beginning. They were supposed to have a good time together, they promised each other that this weekend was about them and nothing else. So why was he so upset? He quietly unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. A quick shower and he would grab his swimsuit and a towel before going to Kyra's room as they planned. At yet, this other thought of his lioness, the Targaryen heir felt his heart skip another beat, blood rush to his cheeks and he mind-absently bit his bottom lip. It wasn't just her face, nor her scent, nor her body, otherwise, he would have just gotten a hard-on and would have just wanted to fuck her again -which he did-. no. There was more to it.
He bonded with her, in ways he didn't understand right now. They talked after, unlike most of his fuckfriends, she actually talked to him about him. He didn't have to spend yet another day talking about their projects and why they came to him. He didn't have to spend yet another day with someone flattering his ego with no substance whatsoever... Kyra had substance. Kyra was amazing and she brought him something new, something he didn't understand, and that quickly bothered him. He cared. He cared for her opinion, he cared for her presence around him, he cared for what she loved and what she hated. He cared for her to have a good time -and not just because it was his ego and his reputation as a party planner being at stakes here- He wanted her to enjoy him. He stroked his cheeks as he'd kick his pants onto the bed and removed his shoes and silk sockets. Now naked before his mirror, he frowned his brows harder.
Viserys had cared for very few people in his life. He had cared for his mother whom he loved deeply. He had cared for his dad, who he hated with a passion after his betrayal but still loved enough to cry when he passed away. He had cared for Daenerys, still protecting her from others and protecting her reputation should someone badmouth her in his presence, despite his violent streak and tendency to hurt her any way he could. He had cared for his brother Rhaegar, enough to want to make him proud by turning his life around and getting himself together, so he was capable of caring for other people but himself. He chose not to, he chose to ignore those feelings given how much pain they gave him. His brother and mother died. His father was a cheater and now was dead. All that was left for him were his sisters, drugs and alcohol, and his music. Kyra shouldn't have a place in his wrecked heart and yet she did. He let his large hands roam over his large chest and closed his eyes. It was becoming a little overwhelming, what was he supposed to do now that he realized he cared for the blonde? Quit? Leave? He didn't want to. He wanted this weekend to be theirs and he wanted it to be good. He wanted to enjoy herself and would focus his attention on this and this only. Viserys smacked his cheeks and went to the shower, it was time to get ready. He had planned to make her lunch after all and he was getting hungrier by the minute himself.
-TBC-
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