adderess asked:
Hi it me againnn. 53 with aemond being the one against the wall. I love your drabbles, keep it up.
Hi friend! Yes let me keep these kissing prompts going!
53. Against a wall kiss
You giggled madly, your hair bouncing wildly as you ran along the stone corridor, heart beating hard in your chest.
You and Aemond had taken to studying together in the dusty corners of the library, where the two of you could be alone, enjoying each other’s company. He had been teasing you about the way you dressed like a boy when going into the city, and you had quipped back with an equally cheeky remark about the length of his hair.
Aemond had sat back in his chair, expression serious, his one violet eye staring into your face as his long fingers tapped the oaken table you’d been studying at. “I’ll give you a minute’s head start.”
You had sat there, dumbfounded, for about five seconds of that precious time before knocking your stool back in the haste with which you had exited. Over the rushing in your ears, you’d heard his soft laughter follow you out the door.
You knew a minute was not all that generous given the agility of your prince. Sure enough, as you ran, you heard quick footsteps gaining on you fast. You hurried through the nearest doorway, finding yourself in an empty sitting room. A dead end.
With a shriek, you felt Aemond’s arms around you, his weight pressing against you caused you to stumble until your back hit the stone wall. In moments, his lips were on yours, moving against you with fervor. His hands caged you in on either side of your head as you tangled your fingers in his silver hair. His body was flush with yours; you could feel the beating of his own heart in your breast.
Aemond tilted his head, deepening the kiss, sucking your tongue into his mouth greedily, eliciting from you a soft sound as jolts of pleasure raced to your belly. The sensations of cold stone at your back mixed with Aemond’s warm chest against yours, his eager fingers caressing your face, was almost too much for you to take in.
Aemond released your mouth, pulling back to measure your expression, a slow smirk spreading across his angular face. “I don’t think you ran as fast as you could’ve, Y/N.” He grinned, fondly brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Did you perhaps let me win?”
You blinked innocently up at him, pouting slightly. “I can neither confirm nor deny these allegations.”
“That’s quite alright, my ember.” Aemond leaned in so his lips brushed yours, your panting breaths intermingling. “We both are victors in the end.”
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