Anonymous asked:
can you do 57 with aemond?
Of course, Anon! This is such a sweet and tender moment :)
67. Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths
Aemond x reader | Kiss Prompts
Your swords clashed together, you and Aemond were alone sparring in the windy courtyard. His movements were lithe and quick as he lunged at you, swerving at the last moment to dodge your counter attack.
"Remember to cover your left side." Aemond advised, breathing hard through his nose as you circled one another.
To make a point of it, the prince swung his dulled training sword for your left flank, you raised your defense just in time as the sound of metal on metal filled the air once more.
"Good." He smiled lopsided at your progress. The two of you had taken to training alone, upon your insistence he teach you swordplay.
Aemond wouldn't deny you anything, so the pair of you sparred at least thrice in one week. You were thrilled with the progress you'd made; your lover was an excellent teacher.
In three sweeping strikes, Aemond suddenly advanced on you, sending gravel flying where his feet dug into the ground. You blocked all blows except the last, the flat of his sword landing hard upon your shoulder. "Ah! Ouch, Aemond!" You complained, using the surge of annoyance you felt to drive your own weapon at him, causing Aemond to retreat hastily.
You used the maneuver he'd taught you to knock his sword aside, opening him up for the final attack. In the space of a moment, you had him at a standstill, the point of your sword at his throat.
"Very good." His violet eye twinkled at you as he appraised his predicament.
Quick as a striking snake, he had knocked your weapon aside, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close. Your noses bumped against each other as Aemond looked down at you, before bringing his mouth hard against yours.
You melted into him, pushing against his mouth with your tongue. He allowed you to deepen the kiss, bending you back until you arched against him with the fervor of his embrace. You pulled your head away only slightly, your unfocused gaze on his parted lips.
"I demand a rematch." Aemond murmured against you, his breath filling your mouth.
"You wouldn't stand a chance." You breathed back, knowing full well he would indeed win swiftly.
Aemond chuckled, kissing you deeply once more, his arms caging you against his warm body. You could feel his heartbeat against your own, his breath filling your lungs as you moved as one. His hair slipped through your fingers as you combed through its silver length.
Aemond was the first to break away this time, placing a brief kiss to the tip of your nose, then to the top of your head as he pulled you in for a hug. You felt a hard prod at your back, and looked around, realizing the scoundrel had positioned his sword-edge towards the nape of your neck. "I win." He said sweetly, laughing as, with a curse, you ducked out of his embrace.
"That's cheating and you know it!"
Aemond shrugged, lowering into a defensive stance once more. "Here's another lesson, Y/N. Don't let your opponent kiss you."
You laughed, earning a wry smile from the prince. "You might regret teaching me that later, Aemond."
And with a twirl of your sword-arm and crunch of loose stone beneath your boots, you engaged him once more in the dance of swords.
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