modern Got: JB: Do you trust me?

// I love these two.

Bäahal was bent forward, her arms crossed on the table. Her long silver locks were spilling onto the table and her fingers tapped against the heavy wooden table. She had a  glass of wine ready for her on the table and she was listening to music. The day had been a busy one, a day spent running from one place to another on behalf of the family. her feet were hurting because she spent the whole day in high heels, so she was walking barefoot. She was wearing nothing but her panties and Jaime's shirt. she was dancing, her hips moved, enjoying the rhythm of the tune and dancing in tune with it. She was happy, mostly because Jaime had returned from a business trip and she rushed to their secret lair to find him again. 

He watched her from afar,  the sway of her hips enticed him. He watched as she was enjoying herself in the semi-privacy of the kitchen. Jaime loved watching Bäahal when she was being candid. There was nothing to disturb her peaceful mood and the joy of dancing freely in his house. She sang along to the song, swaying her hips, allowing the Golden Lion to watch her exposed panties and elicit a groan from the older man. He walked towards her and gently grabbed her waist, making Bäahal yelp a little bit as she didn't expect Jaime to come. 

"Don't stop, Bäahal. Keep dancing." -He suggested, kissing the top of her ear before he pressed his body against hers. The Targaryen heiress bit her bottom lip and pressed her ass against his bulge.- "Yes, keep going." -He growled in her ear.- "I want to feel you dance."

"You want to feel me dance, uh?" -She giggled and turned on her heels so she could face him.- "Maybe I want to dance with you, mmm?? would you like that?" -She pressed her lips to his, giving him a soft peck before he grabbed her waist and helped her sit on the table.- "Us, dancing together?"

"You know damn well that I want to dance with you." -He grinned and ran his fingers through her heavy hair. - "I have missed you, Bäahal.." 

"You did? " -He nodded and pressed another kiss to her lips. Playfully, she bit his bottom lip and pulled his lips towards her.- "Well...I have an idea...I have an idea..." -She chuckled in between their kisses and pressed her forehead against his-

"You do?" -He purred while his hands ran over her legs and started to rub her legs. She deepened her kiss, tongues dancing together while her arms wrapped around his shoulders- "Mmmm tell me more."

"I will... but before I do, I would like to say a thing or two, okay?" -He nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her.- "okay. I want to know if you are free on the last day of the month." -he lifted a brow- "Yeah.. trust me, I have something planned for the end of the month but I need to know if you're free."

"I can make it happen. Do you need something from me? I don't know, a special outfit or something?" -She shook her head and leaned into his touch.- "You sure?" -She nodded and gently started to unbutton his shirt to expose his chest. Her hands ran over his chest and brushed over his nipples as he groaned his pleasure.-

"I only need you to bring your pretty face, that's all. You trust me?" -He nodded and pressed several kisses to her neck, making her chuckle- "Good! You won't regret it. I am glad you consider making it happen. I am even happier to know that you trust me." -She blushed and bit her bottom lip hard.-

"Always..." -He didn't need to add anything to his sentence. He trusted her and this from the beginning.-

Her purple eyes stared at him, eyes full of hope as she was truly happy to hear him. Jaime was relaxed and he seemed to be comfortable with her -well, he was comfortable actually-. Seeing her smile made his chest warm-up and his heart started to beat faster. it was pleasant. It was actually what he wanted to have. Her, happy. Her, with him. Her with him... Her, living. he yanked her head back, curling her hair into his fist. his other hand went down on her jaw and he kissed her lips again. She changed his life, for the best and the unexpected. She came in and wrecked most of his beliefs. She became important to him, someone he couldn't live without, someone he wanted to build a life with. Tonight, they were having their "our time" and both knew they wanted to have plenty of these... a whole life of these. 

-TBC-

Modern JB: sweet frustration

 Modern JB: Sweet Frustration

// I love them, okay?! 

 

There was both a frustration and a pleasant danger at keeping her relationships secret. Nobody could know that she was seeing Jaime Lannister and was Kyra’s best friend. Nobody could know that they got along well because their families would never allow their relationships to happen. Aerys II «The Mad Dragon King » Targaryen might have been dead, but his legacy was alive and well in the form of his children. Daenerys would make sure that his will wasn’t betrayed by any of her family members, hence her tight surveillance of both Viserys and Bäahal. Viserys hated Jaime and was notoriously bickering with Cersei Lannister, so how could he approve of her relationships to both Jaime and Kyra?  She felt on a tight spot, unable to share the news of her most recent joys with her family and perhaps begin to truly bond with them. It wasn’t just family, however. The whole world was watching and since tabloids and other families loved a good scandal and gossip, they also were on the look-out ! she could tell by the amounts of articles about Jaime and his supposed relationships with models, actresses, and even the worst assumptions -Cersei-. She knew they would never leave them alone and would chew them until nothing would be left of them. It happened to her when she was dating that Dornish heir. They raised the couple up, made sure the whole world knew their names and when Elias broke up with her, they made sure to harass the 8th wonder of the world.

 

That was dreadful and scary. To be unable to escape the scrutiny of the press and give them what they wanted -to drink her tears, to bask in her distress, and to traumatize her some more by telling her about her ex-fiance-. It took some time for the heiress to recover from her breakup and the media circus. It took some time, and unfortunately her sister’s invasive presence to eventually start to move forward. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how the press would react if they ever knew about Jaime. She could imagine the titles already, lambasting her because she wouldn’t be good enough for the Golden Lion, or maybe too young or too crass for him. she could see the headlines attacking her character, trying to destroy her reputation or to the contrary, fan the flames of destruction to her own family. She’d become known as the traitor, the one who couldn’t keep it to her pocket and who betrayed her family long feud with the Lannisters. Either way, it wouldn’t look good.  Besides, one of the downsides of the whole situation was to watch or learn (through reading or gossips) about a potential love interest and being unable to say anything about it. She had experienced already the ramifications of such a situation when Bronn decided to tell Jaime how much he wanted to fuck Bäahal and how he was going to do that.

 

Yet, somehow, Bäahal was able to find something positive about this. The fact that she had something just for herself, protected from external vultures felt actually good. She started to think that maybe, just maybe, she would be able to build something solid without someone’s intervention. She loved to go incognito to their secret lair and spend time with him. She loved those secret encounters, perhaps because it had a kinky spin to it. Something about forbidden love with an older man or some Romeo and Juliet type of situation -yes, it could totally be a Romeo and Juliet story, with twists-. It had its perks, especially when she was sending him texts that would make a religious nun blush hard. It was fun to know she could send him enticing pictures when he was working just so he would have a hard time focusing on his work. She loved to know that she gave him marks, usually very visible marks on his neck -hiccups, bites, scratches- that would give a field day to tabloids and the likes. She thought it was arousing, actually, to be the only person who was with Jaime and yet have the world imagine he slept with countless women. She found joy and excitement in this but also it comforted her in knowing that she was true to him. she was only seeing him and wanted to be his and his only. She knew she was feeling something for Jaime, something far more than just friendship and somehow, it made her happy because she knew she had fully moved on from Elias and was ready to give her heart to someone else. She was still able to love and she was still able to find joy in this world. How could she not like it, then?  So when a model -who also was an heiress- started to gush about Jaime Lannister to her and speculate about his potential date, Bäahal smiled internally, knowing that it was her work that was being discussed.

GoT: (modern): Dancing Queen

 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. 

xxxxx

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...

Doya : a bad case of I miss you

[ Doya] 

*video mesage*

"It's one of those nights when I can't sleep. It's not a nightmare, it's.... it's..." * she dramatically sighs* "I'm cold. And one of the best ways to make me feel warm is to have your arms wrap around me.  I want our legs entangled. I want my face against your chest. I want... us. I miss us..." *she rolled her eyes* "you're like midnight munchies... except I am always hungry you see? I want... need... I need to feel your lips on my neck right now. I want to feel your hands on my sides, ah! I want to feel them go up and untie my bra. Do you understand? I want your weight on top of me, my nails into your flesh... you inside of me. That's what I am craving right now. You.. all of you... with me. That sounds cheesy ahah jeez! I am just having midnight munchies okay? A bad case of I miss you. Cause I do. And I can't wait to solve my case and save people so I can ride my bike home... to you. So be safe. You better be!"