Modern JB: « Our time »

 Modern JB: « Our time »

A/N: Our babies <3 <3 how I love them. 

Xxxxx

The Targaryen's Palace, Bäahal's Gym, 10 AM

Bäahal stared at her reflection in the mirror of her training room. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat and her chest was heaving up and down at a fast pace. Her towel was wrapped around her shoulders and she held onto the sink. She had been training for hours, her dancing routine was still frustrating because she wasn't able to complete it. She fell more than enough for the day and the bruise on her knees and calves was enough proof of her dedication. She splashed her face with fresh water and shrugged at the sight before her. How long had it been since she last saw Jaime? Days? Weeks? More like Weeks. How long was it since she last hugged him?

 It felt like an eternity and she might have been focused on her dancing routine, her mind was filled with thoughts geared towards Jaime Lannister. She remembered his smile, this devastating smile that made her weak in the knee. She remembered his blonde locks, crowning a gorgeous face marked with experience and time. She remembered his touch and that made her blush hard. The reflection didn't lie, she could see her cheeks turn a darker shade and could see her bit her bottom lip in reaction to her memory. She was missing his touch, his hand that would run over the delicate skin of her neck and squeezes gently while his lips would plant kisses on her shoulder. She was missing his stronghold that would pull her against his chest. She was missing his hand getting lost into her silver mane and the hugs he would give her too.  She let her fingers run over her lips, stroking her plump soft peaches as she remembered how his kisses made her feel. 

They needed their time again. «This is our time,» he said, months ago at the club. « I want more of this, more of our time, » He added  How could she forget when he said this? How could she forget how he felt under her, and how her arms around his waist was comforting her? Bäahal was upset because Christmas kept her busy, away from the person she really wanted to spend the holiday with.  Now that unboxing day was also gone and the family with it, she was free and could spend time with him. What was she waiting for? She glanced at her sports bag and bit her bottom lip for a minute, wondering if she could text him and just let Podrick drive her to his secret lair. What was stopping her? Really? Oh. She didn't have the keys, so of course, she'd need to have his approval first. Bäahal went to her bag and grabbed her phone and sent him a text. [To Golden Lion: Hey Jaime, I was thinking about you and I think that I really want to see you today. Let me know if you're available, please. PS: I'll wear my best Mrs. Santa outfit.] and she hit send.