Oberyn

Oberyn was shocked by the rate at which his relationship with Lyanna was progressing.

Their scheduled time after school was less working on Bio and more of an intense three and a half hours of really getting to know each other.

Arriving at the Stark residence, the new couple separated as Lyanna went to get snacks from the kitchen. She directed him to the third room to the left side of the stairs. Lyanna's bedroom. Oberyn had been wondering for a while what her room would be like.

He'd pictured it as being a light green color without too many decorations on the walls except for a few posters - probably saved from her childhood. She didn't seem like the type to express herself in the form of material things. He also deemed her as the type who probably didn't make her bed every morning.

The bed thing was the only aspect of Lyanna's room that he'd guessed right about.

The walls were painted a subtle shade of grey. He'd thought it a pretty boring color for a girl but then he remembered that Lyanna Stark was no ordinary girl. The walls were almost completely covered in pictures detailing her childhood through her high school years.

One particular image that stood out to him was of her on the day that her dad bought her the red beamer he had become so accustomed to watching her drive. The picture had been taken by someone in the backseat. He supposed the mystery photographer was Ned seeing as Robert Baratheon was the passenger. He decided then that he'd make it his duty to earn a spot on her wall of memories.

He'd been admiring an image of his girlfriend on her first day of kindergarten, smiling next to her two older brothers and holding her youngest in her arms when he heard her clear her throat. She was leaning against the door in a way that made it seem as if she'd been standing there for a while.

"Lyanna, this is amazing. This must have taken some serious dedication. But I have to say, it is not what I was expecting."

She looked at him questioningly as she moved to place down the fruit and water that she'd brought up for them. "What were you expecting?"

"Green. I thought you liked the color green."

"I love green. It reminds me of outside. My room is grey because when I was a little girl, my mother used to always tell me that my favorite color had to be either pink or purple or maybe even yellow, so my room was painted purple. When my mom left us, the first thing I did was try to convince my dad to let me paint it black. It was the un-girliest color I could think of. We settled on light grey."

Oberyn gave her an understanding smile. He grabbed an apple before moving to sit beside her.

"So.. Biology," she deadpanned.

"Yeah, we should really work on that." He hated to say it, but they were really behind.

He retrieved his laptop from his backpack that had been sitting on the bed. When he turned to face her, she was staring intently at him. Once they made eye contact, it held for a while.

She reach for his forearm and pulled it towards her. The bite that she took out of his apple was the single most seductive thing that Oberyn Martell had seen in his entire lifetime. He watched the juice trickle down her bottom lip before she lunged forward to claim his mouth. They kissed with a fervour that was unmatched in Oberyn's past experiences. Soon, Lyanna Stark straddled him, her hand up his shirt, his fruit discarded on her wood floor. He took the opportunity to really appreciate the less than conservative design of Westeros Prep's gym uniform. He cupped her ass in his palms earning a quiet moan from his now girlfriend. It was when she broke their kiss and began to pull her bright red, fitted t-shirt up over her head, revealing a black lace bra, that he decided against it.

"Lyanna, stop," he panted.

She paused with her shirt already above her head, exposing a milk white torso that directly contrasted his darker features.

"What's up? Do you not want this? I thought it was well established that we've both done this before."

"Yeah. But this feels different." She just watched, hurt. "I actually have these really strong feelings for you that I've never had for anyone before and I just feel like we shouldn't rush into things. I don't want to risk us getting bored because everything happened so fast, you know?"

"Yeah, I totally understand." Rather than putting the same shirt back on, Lyanna disappeared into her closet for what couldn't have been more than thirty seconds and reemerged in a simple black romper that added a sort of dark feel to her look.

"Let's get to work then," she sighed, reclaiming her seat on her own bed.

Luckily for both of them, the awkwardness of the situation faded as they eventually began to discuss the extreme excitement that they both were feeling for the night's races.

After thorough convincing, Lyanna agreed that during Oberyn's races, she'd leave the Stark section and stand in his area and cheer him on - even though he wouldn't be able to hear any of it.

Oberyn had had plenty of girls in the past yell words of encouragement towards him from the sidelines but never one as great as Lyanna.

After all of the car talk died down, they ended up watching four episodes of Bob's Burgers on his Netflix account. It was safe to say that no Biology was getting done that day.

By 7, Benjen was knocking on her door, warning her that their father expected her to be down for dinner within the next two minutes. He took that as his cue to leave.

They headed down together and she walked him to the door.

"I'll see you in a few hours, Lyanna."

She quickly kissed him as her goodbye before scampering off in the direction of her family dinner.