Hi guys! So, this is my first ASOIAF fanfic, it just came to me one day, you know, to write a little story about Rhaegar and Lyanna... And here it is.
If you see any mistake here, you can just let me know, I'm actually practicing my english with this, so yeah, you should tell me, i know my writing might be a little brute right now, sorry! haha..
Reviews are always welcome, and thanks for reading :)
"I love you" her voice was shaky with every touch he gave her, he knew it... And he loved it. "I love you too" he said in her ear, bitting her earlobe after that and making her moan, his groin getting harder at the sweet sounds she would make with every contact, imagining her in ways he shouldn't.
Her hands were stroking his silver locks almost with despair, as his hands would keep her body tight to his, his lips burning like fire every inch of skin they kissed. "Lyanna" she heard him say under his breath in the crook of her neck, that simple sound, listening to her silver prince so ablaze and feeling his warm breath was enough for her to want more than just that, and after all... How much time has passed since they started this craziness? She asks herself while feeling his hot touch. Two moons, perhaps three?
She still remembered the day after Harrenhal, after being the Queen of Love and Beauty, the way he looked at her at the feast and how her heart would beat fast, how he followed her that night... They would start seeing each other in secret in the woods around Harrenhal, at first, out of curiosity perhaps, they would talk for hours and hours and be amazed at how they just seemed to fit each other in this life, but then... The last day in Harrenhal, it happened, a slow and soft kiss that would make them addicted to this sweet torture. And after that, things got out of control, with Rhaegar going after her everytime he could, every opportunity they had they took, sometimes on the outsides of Winterfell, sometimes in the castle, sparks would slowly turn into fire, and there she was now, lying under her silver prince, her breath being taken away and his hands running through her entire body, the clothes started to seem annoying for some reason and all she wanted was to feel his burning skin on hers.
She opened her eyes surprised "Rhaegar?" she asked when he stopped, more like a demand than a simple question and he only chuckled while seating back, his hands were still holding her face, his thumb on her sweet lips "I should leave in a while, my love" he said, his violet gaze on her hazel one, and she frowned... "You don't want this?" she asked with that little frown and his face seemed amused by her anger, a smile formed in those beautiful lips of his while he looked at her in such a sweet manner that all she wanted to do was to punch him in that handsome face of his and then kissing him again.
"Of course i do... But wouldn't it be better at some other time, perhaps some other time when not half the servants are looking for you in the castle?" he said with amusement and her cheeks flushed when she remembered, every servant in Winterfell was looking for her at that moment, she disappeared almost for two hours and Lord Rickard Stark sent everyone in the place to look for his daughter "How are you going to get out?" she asked, looking at him with concern, thinking of what her father would do if he found her silver prince climbing down the walls of Winterfell as if he was a common thief, sure they would hurt him at first because they wouldn't recognize him... What if... And the thought of him, hurt by arrows or by Stark bannermen scared her.
"The same way I've been doing it for four days, my love... Don't worry, i shall be fine. Go now... I will come back in a moon, i promise..."
A deep kiss that burned her, their tongues massaging each other´s and the feeling of wanting more building up inside her once again that night, after that, there was no longer trace of Rhaegar, she could barely see him leave, just the figure of a knight in a black stallion getting lost between the snow falling that night.
A long sigh got out of her, last time it took him three weeks or more to show up again, leaving her in the sweet torture of waiting for him, night after night. And now, there she was again, waiting, oh, but how she wished he didn't have to leave, how she wished to have him all for herself that night, to go back to her chamber with him and finish what they started...
She could feel the blood rising to her cheeks, her chest going up and down at the thought of it, why did he had to go? Why couldn't he be her betrothed, instead of Robert Baratheon? Why would the gods do that to her? Suddenly, a single tear fell, remembering her that he was gone again and she was there alone and she felt sick, thinking that the next morning, Robert Baratheon would show up again like he did every month stinking of wine, she was sure of it, and she would be pushed to spent time with him. The weight of the real world in her shoulders again and she felt she could explode right there.