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cinnamon whiskey by esoreille
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
18 Apr 2023
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“Aegon,” she clicks her fingers near his face, glitter nail polish reflecting in the light. Her voice is light, almost amused. “Do you know who I am?” She asks, laughing in disbelief when he doesn’t respond. He thinks for a moment, if brains can go a mile a minute his was going a foot, until it hits him. Blonde hair. Purple eyes. Fuck.
“You’re one of Daemon’s girls,” He claps, proud of himself for stating the obvious. “Baela!” She holds out her hand, and he accepts it, allowing her to pull him up to his feet.
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Aegon looks at how close she is to him in her tiny sports car, and in a potentially hazardous to his health move, he takes a single finger and runs it across the clothed part of her outer thigh.
He expects her to slap his hand away, maybe pull the car over and drag him out by his hair, all things he would deserve. Instead, he watches goosebumps appear on her arms, and she starts breathing faster, the sped-up rise and fall of her chest unmistakable. He takes the silence as consent (something you’re not supposed to do based on his “how not to be a rapist ” freshman seminar) and moves his hand further up, allowing the fabric of her dress to bunch up slightly as he finds bare skin.
She is warm beneath his touch and soft beneath his fingertips. He debates settling for this, an innocuous touch he can play off next time he sees her as a drunk blunder. Baela remains quiet, and when he applies the slightest amount of pressure, just enough so his fingers start dimpling her flesh, he swears he hears a tiny gasp, enough to spur him to continue.
“You’re frustrated.” It’s a statement, not a question, and he squeezes her thigh again before growing bolder, slipping his hand closer to the space between her legs. “I’m guessing the horny stepsister act isn’t working well for you.” Baela clears her throat as Aegon’s hand moves her dress further up her thighs. He can see a flash of dark lace panties, but in order to see her fully, she would have to lift herself and allow the hem of the dress over her hips.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Aegon. You’ve never been in a relationship in your whole life.” He dips his hand far enough to trace circles on the soft skin between her legs, the warmth of her sex tangible. He’s slumped half out of his seat and if he moved just a touch, he could lean over enough to press a kiss to her shoulder, a tender act he could pretend was only because of how fucked up he was.
“So you and Jace fuck then?” Aegon asks, unable to hide the amusement in his voice and raising his eyebrows so high his forehead crinkles.
“Yes!” Baela answers combatively, taking one hand off the steering wheel and slapping it for emphasis.
“Is it good?” She begins to say something, and her voice gets caught in her throat. “Does he satisfy you?” Silence fills the cab of the car until Aegon chuckles, removing his hand from between Baela’s legs. “That’s a no. You know I can help you with that… it’s not cheating if there are no feelings. I won’t even kiss you.”
“It’s none of your business.” She speaks quietly as if the whole situation hurt her feelings. Aegon begins to feel bad, like maybe he crossed a line (he definitely did, but perhaps he stepped too far over the line) until her hand is on his wrist, nail polish glittering in the dim light and moving his hand back between her legs. Aegon gets the message, and when he attempts to pull her skintight dress up to expose her fully, she lifts her hips to allow him to do so.
Black lace panties cover her sex, and while it was incredibly hot that they were doing this while she was driving, the passing street lamps above only allowed him to see her body in quick flashes of yellow light.
He pushes her panties aside and tentatively runs one finger through her folds, already slick with desire. He stops at her entrance, a question popping into his mind.
“Where did you go tonight?” He’s leaning over far enough that he has to look up at her through strands of unkempt hair that have fallen over his eyes.
“What?” She surges forward, attempting to get some friction from the single digit he has touching her. “Some party. It was boring.” He doesn’t move, and the most beautiful sound comes from her lips: a whine. For him.
“Nothing got you riled up there?” She hisses as he moves his finger again, two now, and this time focused on the bundle of nerves he knows will have her whimpering. Aegon doesn’t treat women well, but he knows how to make them cum.
“No, Aegon. It was all fucking douchebags.” He would give anything to taste her right now.
“Am I not a douchebag?” He punctuates the question by switching to his right hand and plunging two fingers inside her, pressing his palm into her clit. Her mouth falls open, and he takes his free hand and pulls the material of her dress aside, exposing her chest. He feels her clench around his fingers as he curves them, driving them into that special spot he’s sure Jace has never found inside her. Baela's breath hitches as his fingers move faster in her, making her thighs tremble.
(“Goodnight, Aegon. In the morning, you’ll have to climb down the fire escape. Rhaena can’t see you.”
Fine by him; maybe someday he would get to climb up it. He hopes she’ll let him.)
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