got Regular: Yearning

 // It's a little hawt, sorry, not sorry. 

xxxx

The Red Keep, past noon. 

The princess had been debating with herself whether or not she should leave her bedroom. She had wanted to welcome Jaime Lannister after all those weeks spent apart from each other. She knew that if she knocked at the door and if he let her in, she would never be able to leave his room. She gasped softly, as the face of Jaime crossed her thoughts. She focused on his smile, the one that always dissolved her resolve. She couldn't help but daydream about his smile, an endearing smile, a charming smile that sent a shiver down her spine.  She always started by imagining his smile, then what his mouth could do to her. It always gave her goosebumps, to imagine Jaime nibbling on her neck. She could feel her lips tremble at the sensation of his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her collarbone, her belly, and her inner thighs.  the thought made her moan softly and put her warm palm against the door. 

The princess and the Golden Lion had only shared a kiss. They had never gone further, not even when they were sleeping on the same bed together. Jaime wanted to do things properly, he wanted to earn the right to be with the princess and do anything in his power, so it wouldn't happen. They wouldn't consummate their love, which was leaving Bäahal yearning for his touch. The princess admitted to herself that sometimes, she imagined him in between her legs, putting his mouth to work the best way he could. She imagined he would want her to be ready for him. He would want to have a state of her and to make it happen, he would lick her sensitive folds, tease her sensitive button and praise her. his voice would rumble and send vibrations through her skin, and she would moan again.

Bäahal had always hated sex. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't given the opportunity to appreciate it. All the men in her life had always taken all they wanted from her, regardless of what she wanted or desired. They took and left her on her own, wrapped in her own shame and disgust. She learned to make it less painful, to tame and retain control of her body and what she wanted to take and do. Bäahal had always hated it and she found relief as soon as she set herself free. She had hated it until she met with Jaime.  Since their first kiss, the woman couldn't stop thinking about him. She could feel her blood boiling whenever she thought of him. She wanted it from Jaime. She craved it from Jaime. She craved him. 

The princess pinched her lips together and tried to stop herself from panting. How could she? When Jaime was so close to her? She knew that if she opened her door and went to his, she would want to feel more than his mouth. She would want to see his emerald eyes focused on her face as he would slide his fingers inside her. she could hear his groans and moans. She could feel the strong and calloused digits of his tease the soft and wet walls. She wanted him to marvel at her taste. She wanted to hear his praises, his desire, oh she wanted to hear him claim his love for her and his desire to fill her with it. Jaime would drive her to her climax, something she had managed to discover by herself. He would make her hunger for him get stronger, so much so that his fingers would not be enough. 

His fingers would never be enough just like hers couldn't satisfy her anymore. The princess had tried. She had tried so many nights to no avail. Just now her fingers were glistening with her juices, her impatient love juices. She had wanted to get rid of the tension that grew from the moment she saw him return from his mission. It failed because instead of calming her desires, it only fanned the flames of Eros. She had never seen Jaime naked, but by the seven gods, had she wished she did. She could only let her imagination run wild, replace herself with his length, try and imagine with what she had experienced before, how it could be turned into pleasure. She wanted to hold his cheeks with both of her hands and stare at him as he would claim her body. She wanted to kiss his skin, no matter where just to let him know how much she loved him. She wanted to run her fingers through his blonde locks and massage his scalp while he would make her his. 

Was she greedy? Was she able to stop thinking about it? Bäahal wasn't sure she could nor that she wanted. She knew that exciting her imagination would make it difficult for her to stop, but it was way too late now. It had been years. It had been years since they first met and passion was overwhelming her. She groaned, hitting her door as she wanted to stop herself from opening the door but Bäahal had to admit that she couldn't. She had to open the door. She had to see him. Daenerys be damned. Punishment be damned. She was craving Jaime and she didn't want to wait any longer. She had to see him. She had to see him. So she opened the door and crossed the hall until she found Jaime's door. A soft knock on the door followed by the following sentence. 

"Jaime. Jaime, open the door. "

-TBC-