A/N: She loves to dance, she's good at it and she definitely wants him to watch her dance in public but that's not possible.... yet.
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Jaime and Bäahal's secret Lair (in reality, Jaime's place), Saturday, 7 pm.
Jaime was enjoying a glass of wine on the leather couch. The day had been rather busy and the silver fox wanted nothing more than a good weekend of rest. He grew tired of the countless business request and sycophants who wanted a shot at fame by getting close to him. It was part of the game, and as a business shark at the head of an empire of his own right, he couldn't escape the grinder. Jaime had to navigate between being the son of the ferocious Tywin Lannister who had to inherit the family estate, and being his own person with his own business and best interest at heart. It was exhausting to keep things from his family but for the moment it was the best decision he had ever made. Come to think of it, it was probably the second-best decision he had ever made, the first one is seeking the company of Bäahal Targaryen when they first met at the club.
He couldn't actually believe his eyes nor would he believe anyone who would have told him that the pair would have intense and instant chemistry. From the moment they met there was something, a sparkle that drew them towards each other. He remembered the dance they shared, the heat radiating from her body, the sighs, the musky scent from him, the soft and supple skin of hers, and her dangerous curves that could drive any angel mad. He remembered her smiles, her boldness, and the way her hips swayed. She was a dancing queen, his black aphrodite with flawless ebony skin that seemed to glow under the artificial light of the nightclub. She was one of the eight wonders, with her silver hair that shone like a jewel that crowned her face and her amethyst eyes that were intensely staring at him. And that mouth of hers...
that mouth of hers...
He untied his tie as he heard the first notes of music hit the living room. He knew Bäahal loved to dance. It was her thing after all. They had not seen each other for a few weeks and Jaime had been missing her. Both were busy, but the Lannister found himself missing her and craving her presence. He wanted to spend time with her, see her smile, and run his fingers through her hair. he wanted to kiss her, let his hands roam over her body, hear her moan his name, or have her stare at him with a warm smile on her face. He was comfortable with her, and that was something he had not felt in a very long while. As he started to unbutton his shirt, he saw her silhouette in the dark, at the door. she was drawing arabesques with her arms, slowly coming to the light just so they could see her. she rolled her head, allowing her body to synch with the slow-paced song she was playing. it was a sexy tune, one that was enticing the blonde man.
It was such a treat to the eye, once she stepped into the living room and he could see her with nothing on but his shirt. it was oversized, barely covering her skin, eventually hiding strategic places. she was hypnotizing and he couldn't help but follow her with his emerald gaze. he watched as she teased him with her bedroom look. he watched as her body knelt on the floor and she arched her back. he throbbed when she turned around and stretched her body, slowly moving her hips and allowing the shirt to hitch up and reveal her laced underwear. she was driving him crazy with her moves, making each and every one a work of art, a mouth-watering temptation that made him gulp hard. She drew closer to him, crawling until she reached his knees. then in one swift motion, she stood up and elegantly straddled his lap.
"This one was free." -She purred, her hand gently stroking his cheek while the other one ran down his chest and rested on his left side.-
"What? so you want to make me pay to see you dance?" -He curbed a brow but she laughed and nodded.- "And what should I pay to see you dance?"
"Maybe a ticket to my next dance battle?" She lifted a brow, hopeful but then sobered up and shook her head. "That's not possible. we can't be seen together.." She sighed and straightened up, rocking her hips slowly. "So, you can't see me dance in public, and I really want you to see me during the competition. What we could do, is that I will request the video of the competition and would send you my part or...or maybe I could dance for you?"
"You can dance all the way. I'll gladly watch you dance anytime you want." He let his hand run up her back and gently held a fist of her silver locks. "I would love to attend one of your competitions, Bäahal, I speak true. I want to take you out, have dinner with you, and perhaps even more but it's not the right moment. it's not a smart move to be seen right now." -She nodded and pinched her lips together before she turned her head to the side.- "Please, look at me Bäahal."
"I know. It sucks.. it sucks..." -She sighed and closed her eyes.- "But, I'll find a way to show you how I dance and what I feel when I dance thinking of you." She grinned and gently pressed her lips to his wrist.
"You truly are my dancing queen. I will enjoy your dance no matter where we are."
He smiled and pressed his lips to hers. she smiled faintly and gently resumed rocking her hips, eliciting a groan in between their lips. The night was young, so young...
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