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"Baby, I can't find my towel." It isn't in the bathroom and Rhaenyra has checked their closet as well.
A few moments later, her wife strides in the bedroom with her pink towel.
"It was on the dry rack. I forgot to get the clothes last night." Alicent hands her the towel and Rhaenyra accepts it. "Oh, since it's your hair wash day, make sure you reach the roots this time. Last time you didn't wash them properly and it got too oily."
Rhaenyra can't help but smile at the fact that not only does Alicent keep track of her hair wash days but also knows when she's not washed her hair properly. Rhaenyra should have known so, however, since Alicent loves carding her fingers through her silver hair any chance she gets.
Alicent kisses Rhaenyra's cheek and takes a step back but the short-haired woman wraps the towel around the redhead's neck to pull her closer. Their bodies collide as Alicent's arms get sandwiched between their chests.
"Well, if that's the case, how about you wash my hair today?" Rhaenyra suggests to inviting brown eyes.
Alicent hums as her wife's hands land on her waist. "And why would I do that?" She rests her elbows on Rhaenyra's shoulders as she inspects the unwashed silver hair with her gentle fingers.
Rhaenyra clicks her teeth. "Because I'm your wife and you love me so much?"
Alicent scrunches her nose and pretends to think about it. Rhaenyra smiles in adoration. "Nah," Alicent stretches. "What do I get out of it?"
"Oh, it's like that, huh?" Rhaenyra entertains.
Alicent nods seriously. "Yeah."
"You wish to be rewarded?"
"If I'm to fulfill such a demanding service," Alicent dramatises the words. "Do I not deserve to be rewarded?"
Rhaenyra chuckles, her head filled with thoughts that could keep them both busy for the next few hours, possibly starting in the bathroom itself. She bites her cheeks and leans forward to kiss her wife, but Alicent backs her head briefly, then presses a finger to Rhaenyra's chasing lips.
"Let me wash your hair first, and then we'll discuss my payment." Rhaenyra nods. "Go draw the bath. I'll be back in a minute." Alicent presses their lips together, then throws the towel on her wife's face and leaves the room.
Rhaenyra can't believe she's still just as whipped after her wife as she was the first day they had met. She follows her wife's orders and makes her way to the bathroom.
She turns on the hot water tap for the bathtub to be filled. She hangs the towel on the hook behind the door and strips out of her clothes. She's giddy just thinking about Alicent joining her in the bath (even though they've done this a million times).
Rhaenyra gets in the bath and lets the water warm her body. Alicent walks inside the bathroom and crouches down by the bathtub. Rhaenyra grins at her wife and kisses her deeply.
"Turn around," Alicent says.
Rhaenyra does as she's told, rests her back to the bathtub so her hair faces the redhead. Alicent takes a tumbler full of water and pours it over the silver hair to dampen it. She takes a bit of shampoo in her palms, rubs them together and starts her work.
Alicent massages Rhaenyra's head, applying pressure at all the right points, making sure the soap gets to the roots. For a moment, Rhaenyra shuts her eyes and loses herself under the touch of her wife's soft hands as they work their magic on her skin. It almost lulls her to sleep but then Alicent tugs at her hair and pulls her back to consciousness.
"Ow, what the fuck!"
"Nobody told you to sleep," Alicent scolds playfully.
"You know, this would be much more comfortable if you got in the tub with me." Rhaenyra turns around and sees that Alicent has tied her own hair into a ponytail. Beautiful.
"I already took a bath, thank you very much," Alicent declines nonchalantly. Rhaenyra pouts.
"Well, what about your payment, then?"
"Why do you assume my payment has anything to do with us two being in the bath together?"
Rhaenyra is disappointed now. What else could Alicent want if not to spend sexy times with the love of her life in the bath?
"You and your dirty mind, Targaryen," Alicent teases as a smirk creeps up on her lips.
Rhaenyra huffs. She splashes some water at her wife who is way too dry for her liking. Alicent shrieks in surprise and pushes at the blonde's shoulders.
"Rhaenyra!" Alicent squeals.
Rhaenyra takes advantage of their positions and pulls Alicent in the bathtub. The redhead has no time to react as she lands in the warm water on top of her wife.
"What the fuck?" Alicent cries as her clothes get soaked and her giggles echo in the bathroom.
"I want my hair properly washed. Thus, I need you in here with me."
Alicent turns around – smirking – and backs Rhaenyra until she's pinned up against the tub. "I fuckin' hate you."
Rhaenyra grins loudly, her canine on display. "I fuckin' love you." She captures Alicent's lips with hers and hums with satisfaction. God, she's never going to get bored of this.
After almost an hour and several orgasms later – both dressed – Rhaenyra is getting her hair dried with a towel by Alicent, eyes never straying from her favourite face.
"Now, about my payment," Alicent starts as she drapes the towel around Rhaenyra's neck. Rhaenyra shoots her a curious look, having thought the bathtub action was her reward, but turns out it's something else.
"Order away, Mrs Targaryen," Rhaenyra does her best waitress impression. Alicent grins with her eyes. Rhaenyra knows how much she loves being called that.
"Well, Mrs Hightower, it seems–" She huffs a laugh and god, she is the cutest person in the world. "It seems that there's a fair across town and I really, really want my wife to take me there."
Rhaenyra smiles softly at Alicent's innocent request. She falls in love for the millionth time. She kisses Alicent again and again and again. "As would be my pleasure, love."