Modern Got: Freedom and excess

 // Just a little random moment before her (attempted) assault. 

xxxxx

Bâahal was wearing lovely white laced lingerie. It was a g-string body that complimented her curves very well. She wore a purple kimono that barely covered her plump ass and she knew it made her look good. She was blasting rock music in her hotel room and dancing to it, shaking her head while stomping her foot on the floor. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, enjoying how sexy she looked in that new gear. She ran her hand through her silky locks to push them off of her face and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels, to dance with, to drink from, to enjoy her life in her hotel room. There was something exciting in seeing oneself acting freely, with very few if not zero limitations to how sexy one could be. Bäahal was a gorgeous woman -and it wasn't even close to how beautiful she was-.  and she wanted to act slutty that night. She kept dancing, towards the bed, where her phone was, and grabbed it. 

What would she do? She was in such a mood because of Jaime Fucking Lannister. He was not around and they had not seen each other for a while, which was frustrating the young woman more than she wanted to admit. She tilted her head and let her silver hair fall onto her chest. Her purple eyes had that mischievous gleam on for her mind was set. She would tease her Golden Lion. She would send him pictures of her solo session in her hotel room. Bäahal knew he would appreciate seeing those pictures, so she didn't hesitate and started to snap some. It would serve him right for making her wait for him for so long. It would serve him right, to be titillated and be unable to act upon the feelings he might have at the moment. Bäahal kept taking pictures of her gorgeous body from all the angles she could find, and she really let go, drinking in some pictures,  showing bits and pieces of her fine lingerie. 

She was feeling hot, maybe hotter than what was reasonable. It had been a while since she'd started to see the Lannister. A couple months now, Not enough for it to be a year, but more than 6 months.  It'd been a while since the two of them got together and while they weren't officially "together", she considered Jaime like her boyfriend. He was her boyfriend. He was the man who was turning her on with just the way he said her name. He was the man she wanted to spend her life with. It was not just blind passion, no, if it were, they wouldn't have been working well together. Their family feud would have driven them apart from one another. Their family would have tried to break them apart but they didn't succeed in doing so. This relationship was for real, Bäahal was for real. She fell in love with Jaime and she would make him feel like a million dollars. 

She kept dancing and snapped pictures before she lay on her bed. Her silver hair was crowning her face, and she started to feel hot and bothered. She was craving Jaime and the thought wouldn't leave her mind. instead, the young heiress started to indulge in some self-pleasure. Her hands roamed over her perfect curves, teasing her body, exposing some of her flesh while snapping some pictures. She would send Jaime most of them when he would expect it the least. He would see what he was missing by working his stupid job at his stupid company. Bäahal didn't care, at least, not when she was this turned on by the idea of having him open the door, aroused and ready to fuck her after all the tease she'd done. 

There was certain freedom she had, freedom she hadn't felt for a long while. there was something she could do with the Golden Lion. He welcomed her the way she was. She was playful, she was kind, she was wild and all of her sides were welcomed with a joy she had never seen before. Even with her ex-boyfriend, Elias, she couldn't be free. She had to cater to his needs and make sure she didn't upset him for acting differently or for being extra. Was she really happy with him, or was she blinded by the fact he loved her, the unloveable child of Aerys II? Perhaps, it was a little bit of both. She wasn't experienced and she wasn't able to correctly handle her emotions. He belonged to the past, the present was much better and her heart soared upon looking at the dozens of pictures she had just taken. 

She giggled while she texted Jaime, letting him know that he was missing out. He could have joined her in her hotel room. He should have joined her that night when she was needing him the most and wished he was there. Since he wasn't, she chose to punish him by giving him appetizers. He replied to her, quickly bantering with the young woman while he was still trying to end a very long and boring meeting. He missed her, he craved her and wanted to see her but that would have to wait. That would have to wait. Before he knew it, she sent him the slew of lewd pictures she'd taken moments earlier. The sight alone almost made Jaime spill his drink and he had to look away to keep his attention on the meeting. She was terrible. She was freedom and excess! She was his Firecracker and he wanted to join her. 

-TBC-