Disclaimer: I own nothing beside my crazy mind and my computer… and sometimes it's more them owning me…
Note: Thanks to Myks (theweirdpassenger) my beta :)
Note 2 : sex scenes are very hard for me to write because as clear as it is in my mind, putting words on what I see is very hard. So be nice, please...
Daenerys's clothes didn't come off as swiftly as Missandei's. The Mother of Dragons was wearing different layers and the former slave found herself in a dilemma when she couldn't find a way to untie the blue tunic.
"I'm... I... Your Gra-Dany, I have a... I don't know how..." said the blushing golden eyed scribe.
Dany chuckled and revealed small ties hidden inside the fabric. She started to untie them when Missandei stilled her hands and untied them herself.
Once they were all untied, Missandei slided both her hands in the front opening and pushed the fabric off of Dany's shoulders. The touch electrified the silver woman. She let a moan escape her mouth as she closed her eyes. It was just a touch, just a simple touch every handmaiden was susceptible to make but on a body that hasn't felt the softness of another hand than its own, it felt like heaven.
Missandei made sure to caress the skin of Dany's arms down to her fingers. She felt the soft fair skin under her palms and it made her feel hungry: hungry for more. She needed to feel more. The softness of Dany's skin was intoxicating, as if a drug was pouring out of her.
The little scribe let go of her hands and began to untie the trousers, easier for her to do. Kraznys had fallen drunk on many occasions and forced her to undress him. The things he did to her when he was drunk... even when he wasn't... she shuddered as the memory crossed her mind, her fingers trembling suddenly.
Daenerys noticed. She stopped Missandei's hands and hold them in hers.
"You... we... if anything makes you uncomfortable, say so. You are free. I am no slaver. I am no rapist. You can strike me down if I harm you. You are safe here. No one will force you to do anything without your consent. Do you understand that?" Dany knew, or at least suspected, what the young girl had been through. She saw how the Dothraki treated new-found slaves. And she had herself been a slave to Drogo at first.
"I'll wait on the other side of the room if you want to be alone for your bath. I understand." Dany bowed down to pick up her tunic but when she moved to put it back on, Missandei stopped her.
"No. I don't want to be alone. I've been alone for a long time. I don't want to be alone anymore." she said.
"Good. I don't want you to be alone either." Dany nodded. She quickly undid her pants and kicked off her boots.
"Shall we?" said the Khaleesi as she extended a hand to Missandei to help her in the tub.
"Yes... Dany." smiled Missandei. Dany smiled back.
Each one took a side of the tub and were now facing each other. The hot water had the desired effect on Missandei: it felt like her previous life, her life as slave, was being washed off, burned out by the heat of this cleansing water. She closed her eyes so savour the moment, took a deep breath and let her muscles relax in the water.
When she reopened them, she saw Dany's gaze upon her. Her eyes were so gentle. But Missandei recognized the lust in them too. It wasn't the same kind of lust she suffered in the hands of men. What she saw was loving. It was tender. It was... no it can't be, she thought. Though the evidence was hard to deny, she couldn't bluntly accuse the Mother of Dragons of loving her. Oh but the thought of being loved by her. Of being touched and kissed by her. Of tending to her every need, of protecting her. Of making her smile and know that she was part of the reason for the joy on her face. Missandei began to imagine a life that could be. It was so simple in her head. So peaceful. So powerful.
"Missandei?" the sound of her voice brought Missandei back to reality.
"Yes?" she answered immediately.
"Where were you? I kept calling you... You seemed so far away." said Dany.
"I was... yes, I was far away..." she said back
"I hope I was with you in that far away land..." Dany winked "Turn around, I'll scrub your back" she laughed.
"I... I don't know... My back isn't really a sight for sore eyes, Dany." she lowered her gaze, suddenly very aware of her naked body.
"I know. I promise you that the man who did this to you will soon die." she said calmly but in a tone that made Missandei's blood run cold. And as if under a spell, the former slave turned in the tub and let the Khaleesi wash her back. The feeling was delightful. She didn't know it was possible to feel such softness. She didn't even think her back could still feel anything at all.
She moaned when she felt Dany's lips drop a kiss between her shoulder blades. She moaned louder when Dany's mouth found her way to the back of her neck. She gripped Dany's legs on her sides when she felt the silver woman kiss her right behind her ear. And she threw her head back, offering her neck to the dragon, when she felt two strong but soft hands holding her breasts.
"One word from you and I'll stop" whispered Dany before kissing her neck again.
Knowing that threw Missandei over the bridge: she swiftly turned into Dany's embrace, wrapping her legs around her waist and kissed her fiercely. As the kiss grew more and more passionate, hands became more frantic and daring. Dany placed a palm on Missandei's lower back and pulled her closer. Their skin was on fire. Missandei's fingers found their way to Dany's silver hair and she gently but firmly pull them to gain access to her neck. But it wasn't enough. Dany sighted and grazed her nails all the way up Missandei's back. The golden eyed woman groaned in return.
"I need more" pleaded Missandei in a breath.
"Tell me..." answered Dany.
Missandei took Daenerys's hand and guided it to her center, pressing it against her folds. Dany gasped. She had never been with a woman before. Irri shared her bed once but Dany never actually did anything. Irri did... well... everything. Dany felt scared for a moment but she was the blood of the dragon. How hard can it be to please a woman? Then she realized: she didn't care how hard it could or would be. She wanted to. She really wanted to please Missandei as she once wanted to please Drogo. She wanted to but she had to be sure her partner wanted it too. Slavers had robbed her of free will. She didn't want to do the same. So far Missandei had been consenting but so far it only had been kisses and touches. This was more intimate.
"Are you sure?" said Dany panting. Hoping the other woman would not reject her now, and praying to every god she knew she hadn't done something wrong.
"Yes, Dany." answered Missandei looking straight into Dany's eyes.
The silver woman took hold of Missandei's lips passionately. Those two little words were all she needed. She pressed her hand harder and Missandei moaned. She drew little but firm circles on the bundle of nerves and she watched the dark eyes of her lover closed as she threw her head back, offering herself completely to Dany's hands. The Khaleesi was amazed: the sounds Missandei was making were music to her ears. Her body was a vision.
"More..." begged Missandei, her hips begining a smooth dance against Dany's hands.
Dany entered the tip of a finger into Missandei's center. She wanted to tease her. She wanted to take her time. She wanted to please her. By the time Dany pushed her entire finger, Missandei's hips had become frantic. Her moan had become louder and she could swear she heard a name once or twice.
"Please... Dany..."
The Khaleesi entered a second finger and with only one thrust Missandei came.
"KHALEESI" she screamed. Dany could have burst out laughing if she hadn't been distracted by the beauty before her. Dany helped her down her orgasm the best she could by holding her and dropping soft kisses on her neck, on her shoulder, on her still erect nipple. She felt Missandei shudder and smiled into the kiss.
Once she regained her senses and part of her forces, Missandei slided her hand into Daenerys completely messed up hair. She drew closer to the silver woman and held her tight. How long they stayed in that embrace, none of them could say. They felt good and safe. Moments like these were meant to be savour.