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Alicent had sucked on the first instance like an olive pit for days after it had happened. She'd written it all down to the second only hours after, and continued to make notes in the margins all week.
It was midway through the fourth month of living at the flat. The awkwardness of the first few had abated considerably, almost nonexistent by now, to the point where, the few times they brought up something from when they were kids, it wasn't because they felt they had nothing else in common to relate to.
So, to be clear, things had been completely normal up until this point
She'd come back from work, dropped her bag and collapsed lengthwise on the sofa with a groan.
"Long day?" came Rhaenyra’s laugh from the kitchen.
"Long. Longest ever. World record for longest day." She closed her eyes, let her arm flop off the side. She heard her approach first, then the creak of the arm as Rhaenyra perched on it. Then suddenly there were fingers on her forehead, brushing the hair from it. Alicent flinched at first, the logical assumption being there had been something there like a spider or a beetle which Rhaenyra was brushing off...very slowly and lovingly brushing off a spider or a beetle.
She looked up. The smile was still new. As in, this was the first time Alicent had seen one of its kind. It was spell-like. And Rhaenyra really did have this kind of bewitching beauty about her that, if she hadn't picked it up in the last decade or so, or if Alicent had noticed at 12 or 13, she must have simply forgotten about. Which was unthinkable.
"My sleepy little girl. Doing such big things. Making such big strides,” Rhaenyra murmured.
Rhaenyra's sleepy little girl. Was she Rhaenyra's sleepy little girl? It tickled something inside her, something almost like a memory. But like a memory from a book or a film, or a dream.
Rhaenyra knelt on the floor.
"Shoes off in the house," She scolded softly, undoing the laces and slipping them off Alicent's feet. Then she resumed caressing, only now her face was a foot away, and her other hand was rubbing circles into Alicent's wrist with her thumb.
Alicent sighed, half in content, half trying to release a bit of the adrenalin her heartrate was kicking up.
"Are you feeling alright, sweetpea?"
"Tired," Alicent mumbled, hyperaware of how red her cheeks were.
"Want me to kiss it better?"
"Kiss..." Alicent said dumbly.
"Mhm," Rhaenyra nodded.
"Uhm…Okay."
Rhaenyra leant down and brushed her lips over Alicent's brow, then sat back.
Alicent searched her face. She didn’t seem high or drunk. She’d never made flirtation or advances of any kind, hardly a compliment which didn’t have to do with décor. Alicent hadn’t so much as caught her looking at her since she’d moved in, hadn't even had the opportunity to wonder what Rhaenyra’s sexual preference was. It was all so sudden.
“Rhaenyra.”
“Yes?”
“Are you…”
“Am I what, baby?”
Baby. Baby. “Uhm…” Alicent was quiet for a long while. The adoration in Rhaenyra’s patience was sort of stupefying. She’d never imagined receiving a look like that from Rhaenyra. No one in Alicent’s life had ever looked at her like that. Baby.
“Uhm…” She said again. The hand brushing up hallucinatory levels of oxytocin was extremely distracting.
Rhaenyra’s gaze wandered, first over her face, then down, over her form.
“Want to take these off?”
Alicent nodded, didn’t even know what “these” were until Rhaenyra peeled off her coat and jumper.
“Better?”
Alicent hummed.
Rhaenyra took her things to lay them over the back of a chair.
"Want to play something?"
Alicent swallowed her huh. "Okay," she said hoarsely.
Rhaenyra sat back down on the floor.
"Lay on your back."
She did as she was told. Rhaenyra scrunched up Alicent's top to lie under her ribcage.
"Look up at the ceiling, I'm going to draw a letter on your stomach, and then another one, and another one, and you're going to guess what the word is. Okay?"
"Okay."
C.
A.
T.
"Cat," she breathed.
"Very good," Rheanyra nodded. "I'll do a longer one."
She drew.
"Bird," Alicent said.
"Well done."
She drew another.
Alicent cleared her throat. "House." Then she tried something. "That one was hard," said not as if the difficulty of such a simple premise were unexpected, but in the matter of fact way that, yes, that one had been difficult to figure out. The way that a child would say it.
Rhaenyra smiled. "But you got it. Clever girl. I'll do one more."
"Pretty."
"Very good, you're a natural. Was that fun?"
Alicent nodded.
"Was it really? Did I make you uncomfortable, sweetpea?" Rhaenyra frowned, it didn't sound insincere, but the question wasn't exactly outside of the act.
"No. It was fun. I like that game," Alicent whispered. Because she had. She liked this game. She didn't want to stop playing this game.
Rhaenyra's hand was resting in a fist against the bare flesh of her side.
"Do another," Alicent begged very, very casually and not at all wantonly.
So Rhaenyra had gone on. Milk. Floor. Eyes. Sweet. Stem. Knot. Pretty.
"You did that one already," Alicent giggled.
"Did I?" Rhaenyra's other hand had returned to Alicent's hair at some point. "Sorry. It's because you're such a pretty girl, it’s all I can think of."
Alicent moaned a little. For a second she thought she had fucked it up, that she should have held it in, because Rhaenyra's eyeline had drifted to the hand on Alicent's stomach with an unreadable expression.
"Sorry. Am I doing it right?" She asked.
Rhaenyra looked at her.
"How should I…How do you want me to act? What should I do?”
"As you were," She said, smiling softly, sort of distant.
"Would you tell me if I were doing it wrong?"
"Shh," Rhaenyra placed a finger to Alicent's lips.
"Shall I do one more?" Rhaenyra asked.
Alicent nodded. Rhaenyra wrote.
Alicent's muscles buckled a little. “Special,” she breathed.
“Yes. Do you know how very special you are?” Rhaenyra’s face was close, too close to make eye contact, Her chin was resting on Alicent’s shoulder.
Alicent wasn’t sure quite what to say, so she said nothing.
“Very, very special,” Rhaenyra murmured. Then with one last brush of Alicent’s cheek, she rose, grabbed the binbags by the door to put them outside as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired, leaving Alicent alone, baffled to high heaven and unbelievably turned on.
But bewilderment had played the titular emotion for such a pathetically short period of the recovery. 'What the fuck was that?' was answered as soon as ten minutes later with 'really fucking arousing.'
Of course it did occur to her to wonder if this was something she should be aroused at, because what if, between now and when they'd last seen each other, Rhaenyra had lost a child? And this was some kind of transference of identity? And by being turned on, Alicent was being unforgivably evil and heartless and she needed to get Rhaenyra to a therapist ASAP?
So she kept that on the backburner.
It was a whole two weeks before anything else occurred. Which was too long, personally, she felt, beginning to wonder if Rhaenyra really had been high off her tits. Then she caught a glimpse of it one night. It was Friday, which, even if you work a job which pencils you in on weekends, which Alicent did not and Rhaenyra knew that, is pretty commonly known for being the day before Saturday, which, often, is a day which people do not have to wake up early to spend their hard earned night's rest on activities they'd rather not be doing in exchange for a little pocket change.
So when Alicent returned from an evening at the pub with Mysaria and Qarl, the absolute stupefaction from her roommate to find her guzzling a glass of water over the sink was a little arresting to say the least.
"It's way past your bedtime," she said. Not precisely as a rebuke, more of a bemused shock, as if she were witnessing something she couldn't comprehend.
Alicent swallowed and wiped her mouth, clicked her phone on and off. "It's barely midnight."
"Midnight!" Rhaenyra clicked her tongue, "Lord, you really should be in bed."
So Alicent chuckled, filled up her glass and made for that location.
It'd seemed like a bit. Alicent had certainly laughed. But it dawned on her pretty quickly that Rhaenyra's dramatic commitment to the idea that Alicent's bedtime was not whatever she made it was pretty damn near a performance where Rhaenyra knew when Alicent's bedtime was and it was her responsibility to put her in it at that hour.
So then it was a few days of housemates, and on one of those few days, Alicent asked Rhaenyra the state of her lovelife, very proud of how casual she'd made it seem. They'd only just been talking about how attractive the mailman was, so it wasn't cold.
"No, not seeing anyone," Rhaenyra smiled.
Alicent gave a her a pause to elaborate, and when she didn't, she buckled down. "Are you interested in anyone, then?"
Rhaenyra chuckled a little. Alicent did wonder why. “Not at the moment.”
“Really? No one at work strike your fancy?”
“Ugh, ew. New rug, don’t me sick all over it.
“What about your last relationship?”
“I feel as though you’re about to waterboard me.”
“Maybe I will,” Alicent shrugged. It was the most familiar conversation they’d had. Not in an old way, just in a close one.
Rhaenyra didn’t ask her anything.
And then was the first day of her life that Alicent's head hit her pillow at night saying that was my favourite day I've ever had.
They had a kind of outdoor area in between their flat and the one adjacent. It was basically just an entrance that turned into the path to the bins, hardly bigger than a square metre, and the sunlight only reached it for about 20 minutes a day. Just mossy concrete and a little fern which had seen better days. Earlier on, before Alicent had moved in, Rhaenyra had put a table and chair out. After discovering it Alicent went out every so often, when she didn't feel like walking down the road, just to sip coffee and nab those 20 minutes of sunlight.
There now, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back. It wasn't quite warm yet in May, and that extra degree of sunlight on her skin felt such a gentle promise for the perfection of June before sticky, heavy heat of summer set in.
She heard the back entrance open and close but she remained still with her eyes closed.
"Lovely," Rhaenyra said quietly.
“Hm?”
“I said lovely.”
"Mm," in affirmation. It was lovely.
“Can I sit?”
“No room.”
“We can make some.”
Alicent opened her eyes and squinted in the sunlight. It was refracting from a window just above, backlighting Rhaenyra in a halo that shone from her long white hair like something out of a late 20th century Mormon depiction of Scandinavian Christ. She pushed herself off the wall where she’d been leaning and pulled Alicent up from the chair by her sleeves.
Alicent grunted in affront. But Rhaenyra held on, and once she was seated she tugged Alicent down into her lap side-saddle.
“See? Room enough.”
Alicent watched Rhaenyra watch her. She was squinting a bit, so she reached up and cupped her hands over her brow, blocking the sun a bit.
"Thank you, darling. So thoughtful."
Alicent's insides rippled.
"Your hair is so nice in the sun," Rhaenyra purred, "Did you know that? Like a rose."
It sort of slipped out, the retort, "I'm not sure what kind of gardeners you know, but roses aren't generally-"
Rhaenyra shushed her, shaking her head, and Alicent knew she'd bruised it a little. But Rhaenyra was still smiling, so it must not have been irreparable.
"Your hair looks like a dandelion" Alicent tried again, "A really nice one," removing her hands from their duty of shield and threading her fingers through it. So magical, she thought. It looked just like magic. And right at her fingertips. Hers to touch.
"If they put you in a garden and asked me which were the flowers and which were the Alicents, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Isn't that funny?"
Alicent laughed quietly.
"I want to stick you in a pot of earth and put you on the windowsill so I can look at you every day and watch you grow, big and red and pretty." Was she trying to make Alicent pass out?
"Would you water me?"
"Of course, baby. I would water you any time you needed. And if you had aphids, I'd put ladybugs on you to keep you nice and clean and healthy."
Alicent giggled. "Yuck."
"Would you water me if I were a flower?" Raenyra asked.
Alicent nodded. "And then, when you weren't yellow anymore, and you'd gone all white and fluffy, I'd pick you and blow on you."
Rhaenyra gasped playfully. "You wouldn't!"
Alicent blew on her, all over her face and her head, down her neck. Rhaenyra's laugh gave way to a hitch, an almost groan.
"Silly girl," she breathed.
Alicent pulled back, grinning wide.
"Don't stop, baby."
So Alicent continued, blowing harder, blowing in her ear, over her eyes. Rhaenyra whined almost imperceptibly, and Alicent began to feel a little lightheaded.
"I feel dizzy," she gasped.
"Okay, sweetpea, you can stop. Take a deep breath."
Rhaenyra gazed at her for a bit while she caught her breath.
"Do you know where else you've got petals?" Her voice was sort of far off. Like she were musing more than really asking.
Alicent shook her head. That is, of course she could guess, but she wasn't about to do that.
"Guess."
Well, then, if it was an open invitation. She'd start with the innocent.
"Here?" She stuck an finger behind her earlobe.
"Nope."
"Here?" She stuck a finger over her eyelid.
"Nope."
"...Here?" She pulled down her bottom lip.
Rhaenyra looked at this last article for a space. Then shook her head.
"I give up. Where are my other petals?"
Rhaenyra's eyeline stayed level.
"They're all covered up right now." even more far off, but now with trace of amusement. She looked at Alicent's lips again.
"Oh," Said Alicent.
"Do you want me to show you?"
Alicent nodded.
Rhaenyra's hand left the arm of the chair and slipped under Alicent's skirt, dragging it up. Alicent began to glance around, suddenly very aware they were technically in a communal area, even if she'd never seen anyone down there. But Rhaenyra grabbed her head with her other hand, turning it to face her. She hooked a finger under the elastic of Alicent's pants and slipped them off as far as they would go.
"Stand for just a second, sweeatpea."
Alicent stood, allowing the pants to slide to the ground, then Rhaenyra grabbed her hips and turned her face to face, spreading her legs and pulling her down to straddle her lap. She held up Alicent's dress with a hand flat against Alicent's stomach.
Alicent had been wet the moment Rhaenyra had called her a silly girl. Which worried her now. Worried her how incongruous it was to her being small and that in about five seconds her arousal would be absorbed by the leg of Rhaenyra's trousers in a big wet patch. And the smell, God, that couldn't possibly be accurate, a little girl smelling like sex.
Rhaenyra gently tilted Alicent's chin down with one hand, then placed her thumb and forefinger on either side, parting the outer labia.
"Right here," Rhaenyra murmured.
Alicent swallowed, forcing her breathing to quiet and steady.
"Do you want to touch it?" Rhaenyra looked at her.
Did she? What adult Alicent wanted was immaterial. Did she? Did Little Alicent want to touch it?"
"I don't know." She said eventually. Looking for Rhaenyra's reaction worriedly.
"It feels nice, I promise. We can do it together if you're scared."
"Okay." Alicent nodded.
"Hold this for me, baby."
Alicent held her skirt up. Rhaenyra's hands were larger than Alicent's. She guided her fingers closed into a fist, and, using the other, lined up their index fingers flush. Then she returned her other to the skirt, covering Alicent's hand with her own.
She placed their fingers over Alicent's labia, dragging them over the outer 'petals'.
Alicent bit her cheek. If this was a dead kid transference then it definitely wasn't manifesting in the average behaviour of a grieving mother. She decided to eschew to dead kid idea. For selfish reasons, maybe.
"See? Just like petals."
Rhaenyra made her explore more, dipped down to the inner layer just before the opening. "The little petals."
"Little petals," Alicent echoed.
"So slippery, baby."
"'M sorry," Alicent mumbled, face flushing.
"Hey, hey, it's alright, it's normal. Means you're happy."
"Okay," Alicent bobbed her head, relief lapping at the edges of her lechery. She wasn't angry.
"And here," Rhaenyra resumed, dragging their fingers up to Alicent's clit, "Is the little bud."
Rhaenyra pressed Alicent's finger to it. Alicent inhaled sharply.
"My little flower..." Rhaenyra murmured, almost to herself. She pulled Alicent’s hand up to her mouth and kissed the tip of her finger. Alicent practically drooled.
Then Rhaenyra dropped her hand, lifted Alicent to standing, and went back inside, leaving her, again, baffled to high heaven an unbelievably turned on.
Alicent began to waste more time. ‘Waste’, because she began to cancel or say no to friends so that she could wait at home for Rhaenyra to do something. She actually started getting into and leaving work fifteen minutes early so that she could be at home when Rhaenyra got back. She didn’t make any extra effort of conversation with her. She tried not to spend too much time just hanging around in plain view, harbouring a kind of paranoia that if she appeared desperate or wanting in any way then Rhaenyra would lose interest. But she always made sure Rhaenyra knew when she was at home.
Which wasn’t too difficult. She had ascertained that Rhaenyra was somewhat of a workaholic pretty early into living with her. She started working again almost immediately upon returning in the evening, and there weren’t many nights that Alicent actually witnessed her absence on days off or past dinner time. She’d posted one or two videos on her story with friends on nights out. The walls were thick, so if she had phone conversations then the only evidence of it was the few times Alicent had heard her going to and from her room. They didn’t seem like anything very jovial. She knew she had gone to visit her cousins a few hours away for a long weekend, had mentioned still being in touch with them when Alicent had asked, remembering how much she’d liked them. But other than that she didn’t seem very…socially occupied.
Which was simply insane. She was funny, she was charming, she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and she was wealthy, so there weren’t any obstacles in terms of monetary barriers like dinner or drink funds, something Alicent actually had to be mindful of.
Another backburner thought: Was Rhaenyra lonely?
There were a few small instances over the next few weeks. Really very tame, none of them sexually explicit. She’d pinched her cheek once before Alicent went to bed with a chaste “Sweet dreams, little one.” She'd dropped a stack of papers on the table in front of her in the midst of rushing about one morning. "Will you count these for me, baby?" and a rub on the back when she'd finished. "Clever girl, thank you." A personal favourite of Alicent’s, which she would dwell on pedantically, analytically, for weeks to come, when she found a packet of sweets at the door before she left for work, a
Gift from the tooth fairy, don't eat them all at once. x
in a neat pink script taped on.
Then Rhaenyra played an arpeggio on the bedtime theme again.
Alicent had been home all night watching TV and absentmindedly picking out the stitches of her t-shirt in the sitting room.
"Television!" Rhaenyra gawped, stopping stock still on her way to the kitchen. She'd been in her room since she got back, leaving a grand total of once to use the toilet.
"2006 Emmerdale rerun," Alicent justified, testing the waters.
"It's hours past your bedtime, young lady, that's no excuse." Alicent shut her mouth, then in a stroke of split second genius stuck out her lip to a pout.
"Up. Spit spot." Rhaenyra gestured. Alicent flicked off the TV.
Rhaenyra gently took hold of her shoulders from behind and steered her towards the bedroom.
"Have you brushed yet?"
"No."
"Well." she redirected to that port and docked Alicent pointedly at the sink.
Alicent waited for a second to see if Rhaenyra would do it for her, and when she made no move to, she pasted and inserted the toothbrush with methodical practice, scrubbing diligently while Rhaenyra literally timed her, one eye on her watch. Midway through she wiped some of the toothpaste from Alicent's chin when it began to drip.
"Right, spit."
Rhaenyra drew her hair into her hand at the back of her neck and Alicent spat, rinsing her mouth. She stood and blinked expectantly.
"And floss, go on."
Rhaenyra watched her floss, made sure she got every crevice.
"Good girl," she said brusquely, regaining purchase on Alicent's shoulders and steering her to the final harbour. She opened the door and ushered her inside, then went so far as to urge her into bed.
Alicent cursed herself sorely for having changed into her pyjamas when she'd gotten home. What if Rhaenyra wanted to change her out of them? "Wait."
"What?"
"I don't want to sleep in these pyjamas."
"Why ever not?"
"Uhm…they're dirty."
"Very well."
So Alicent pulled another pair out of the dresser. She hesitated for a moment before tossing them on the bed. Then she hesitated again.
“What’s the holdup?”
“Aren't you going to help me undress?”
“Help you undress! You’re a big girl, baby, surely you can undress yourself.” Alicent froze. How big? She flipped through their exchanges in a sudden steamroll of anxiety. Was her childishness not something Rhaenyra had wanted her to perform? Had she been making a total ass of herself acting like a baby?
“Woah, Jesus, you look like someone died- if you really need help changing into pyjamas, then I will help you. Okay?”
“Okay,” Alicent nodded, but it was no relief.
Rhaenyra pulled down her bottoms and Alicent stepped out of them. Rhaenyra was not, as expected, ogling her, but chucking them in the laundry basket.
“Rhaenyra?”
“Yes, my love.”
“When can…How long until I can drink?” She stammered. Rather severely lacking in subtlety but the only method of assessment she could think of.
“Drink what?” Rhaenyra poked her arms and Alicent raised them.
“Uhm. Wine…or-"
Rhaenyra pulled off the top.
"…ale…or whatever you drink.” She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Rhaenyra was quiet for a second, picking up the fresh shirt. Very much not looking at her bare breasts.
“A few years, I should think. Four and a half?”
“Oh!” She practically sighed in relief. And by the half, not necessarily inaccurate to Alicent's actual birthdate, if off by several years. Rhaenyra inserted her hands in the armholes and pulled the top down.
“It's 18 still, I think. Maybe the changed it, I dunno."
"Oh."
Alicent definitely wasn’t deranged. Besides, she realized, Rhaenyra had literally implied she didn’t know where her vagina was; of course she’d wanted her to act little. This was just a new age. Preteen or something. She could work with that.
Rhaenyra held open the elastic of the bottoms at Alicent's ankles.
"Step in. Why do you want to know?"
"Uhm...just...just-"
"Some schemes in that walnut?" She reached Alicent's waist, had barely let the skin of her fingers touch her hips before she dropped her hands at her sides. "Some boys you're looking to impress?" She stressed the word boys in a slightly supercilious drop of the register and heightening of the eyebrow that made Alicent blush for the third time that night.
"No," she shook her head. Rhaenyra's was quite close. Alicent kept looking at her mouth.
"What's the big idea, then?"
"I just- I'd like...I want to drink it. With you. Like you do," she fumbled.
"So cute," Rhaenyra laughed. "My sweetpea, of course I'll have a drink with you."
"Good."
"Good. Now, into bed." Rhaenyra pulled back the comforter for her and Alicent crawled in, purposely leaving a bit of room.
"You need me to sing you a lullaby too, big girl?" Rhaenyra chuckled. It was sarcastic.
But "Yes, please." Alicent whispered.
Rhaenyra's face softened.
"God, you're high maintenance. Okay." Almost an endearment.
Rhaenyra crawled in after her, where she lay on her side and pulled Alicent to her chest. Alicent sighed and nestled in closer. Being held by Rhaenyra. They ought to bottle it up and send it to the black markets.
"What do you want me to sing, angel?"
Alicent tried to think of something they sang as kids. Was that risky? Was that too personal? She landed on something safe.
"It's Raining, It's Pouring."
"You can't be serious."
Alicent muffled a please into her shirt.
"Alright, alright. It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring."
Her voice was so different from when they were younger. It made Alicent sad. Sadder than she should be. It was still nice. A little lost for pitch, a bit raspy, but nice. Because it was Rhaenyra.
"Went to bed and bumped his head, and couldn't get up in the morning. Bit grim, what?"
"Again," Alicent mumbled.
So she sang it again. And she ran her hand over her back very slowly, very gently, and when she reached her lower back she slowed even more, just up and down over the base of her spine.
"Again," when she'd finished. Rhaenyra laughed and began once more. Her hand drifted a little lower. Described the back of her pelvic bone with her index and middle finger.
There was some quiet after that last repeat.
"I come before boys, yeah?" She said eventually. Because it wasn't a question. She was ascertaining predetermined fact.
"Mhm." Alicent was rubbing her nose in the soft hollow between Rhaenyra's clavicle and shoulder, but she was pushed away, gently, and regarded with such a severity of instruction that Alicent felt sick.
"Promise me, baby." She tripped back and forth between Alicent’s eyes. “You can have all the boys your heart desires. Battalions of boys can fight for your sweet little heart, but I will always come first, because no one will ever love you like I do. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Yes, I understand. Yes." She nodded devoutly. And she realized she meant it a little bit. Was that pathetic? Only a month since she’d thought of Rhaenyra as anything other than an acquaintance, an old, distant friend. And suddenly she was veritably acquiescing to a performed request for eternal devotion made offhandedly during roleplay.
“My good little girl.”
Between her ear and her collarbone, Rhaenyra had drawn a tender and meandering line which graced edge of her lower lip. Now the tips of her fingers were resting flightily on her neck, her palm over her heart,
“Crikey, hummingbird. You could split a faultline with this thing.”
Alicent looked at Rhaenyra's throat, suddenly shy.
The hand on her lower back moved to the bare skin of her hip where her top had rucked up. The hand on her heart moved down, skipping her chest, grazing the back of her knuckles over the buttons over Alicent's stomach, then slipping underneath the top entirely.
She kept touching her. For what felt like hours, Rhaenyra felt her. Alicent’s top eventually came off, she couldn't quite remember when. She had traced little circles on her nipples once or twice, but seemed more fixated on running her hands over Alicent's neck, backside, and the furrows of her ribcage.
And when Rhaenyra seemed to have had her fill of touching, she rolled out of bed, turned down the corner of the coverlet, flipped the switch and closed the door behind her without a word.
And then the bedtime theme happened again on a dacapo. Only this time Alicent was a lot younger, she guessed around the age Rhaenyra had imagined (...believed?) in the courtyard, and she didn't have to ask Rhaenyra to undress her or sing to her. And this time, instead of just touching her, she asked "Baby, will you give me a nice big hug?" And then, "Will you give me a nice big kiss too, sweetpea?" And Alicent had kissed her on the cheek.
"What do you want for Christmas?" She asked
"Uhm...a kitten."
"What a lovely idea. Do you know what I want for Christmas?"
Alicent shook her head.
"I want a whole huge ginormous basket of kisses."
Alicent giggled and began to pepper her in same. All over her face, her eyes, her temples, cheeks, jaw, chin, neck, shoulders, chest...chest...chest...
"Don't stop. You're missing spots." Rhaenyra cradled the back of her head and gently pushed her down to her breast. Alicent kissed over the curvatures, down the middle, then reached a nipple. Over the shirt. Rhaenyra arched her back, pushing into Alicent's mouth. Alicent let a little saliva dribble out. Rhaenyra was holding her head, both hands, even as she tried to move to the other nipple Rhaenyra kept her still.
"Is there milk in it?" Alicent asked tentatively once Rhaenyra had slackened her hold a little allowing her to pull away. She was flushed in the dim of the street lights outside, hair glowing like the refraction from a glass of water and falling out of its bun.
"I don't know, baby," she chuckled with a fondness that sank something sharp and warm and gorgeous and permanent in Alicent's midsection. "Why don't you try and see for me?" She gathered her shirt up above her breasts and drew Alicent's head back in. Which was a shame as Alicent had wanted to get a good long look, but never mind. She took up a diligent post, licking a little first, which made Rhaenyra's breath hitch, then took to it like a puppy, sucking in slow, aggressive tugs.
Rhaenyra groaned with such a high pitched devastation that Alicent pulled back
"What happened? Did I hurt you?" she eschewed character for a second.
"No, don't stop." It really had sounded like she was talking to big Alicent then. A little angry.
So she continued.
“No milk.” she muffled after a very implausible longevity proving there wasn’t any.
“Try the other then.”
So she did. And Rhaenyra whined, and Alicent squeezed her thighs together again.
“Have I got any milk?” Alicent asked after she’d ‘ascertained’ the lack of stock there as well.
“No, baby, not yet.” Rhaenyra whispered. “I have milk somewhere else though. Do you want to try the other milk?”
“Yes.”
“Put your hand like this. Yeah. Then reach down here.” Rhaenyra held open her waistband and Alicent dipped inside.
“Ugh,” she groaned, “Do you feel that? The slippery?”
“Yes.” There was so much there Alicent felt it soaking the crotch of Rhaenyra’s briefs all the way to the back of her hand. She was so fucking wet.
“When you’re happy you make milk there. Remember?” Rhaenyra withdrew her hand by the wrist.
“Try it.”
Alicent licked her fingers.
“Taste good?”
“Mhm.” Um, yeah it tasted fucking amazing.
“Have as much as you want, sweetpea.”
So Alicent dipped back in and gathered as much as she could, swiping Rhaenyra’s clit several times and eliciting a vicelike grip on her wrist that Rhaenyra wouldn’t remove until Alicent whined in impatience.
“Sorry, baby, I’m sorry.”
Alicent cleaned her hand with her tongue and went in for more. Only now Rhaenyra didn’t let up on her wrist, and Alicent was patient. But she didn’t have to wait long at all until her palm was flooded, despite the messy, arhythmic efforts she had been providing.
Alicent licked her hand until there was only saliva left.
Rhaenyra pulled her close. She stayed that time, until Alicent had fallen asleep in her arms.