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 had a rough week. A rough month. A rough year and what it sometimes felt like a rough life. She always managed. She pushed back her limits and found new energy to fight. But fighting alone as she has been for months now was tiring. Some days she wished she could have led a simpler life: being a child, she desperately wanted to play around and don't worry about clothes or etiquette. Being Drogo's widow, she sometimes wanted the peace and quiet of Vaes Dothrak. Being the Mother of Dragons, she sometimes wanted a real flesh and blood, human-like child. She hated herself to think like that of course. She was making changes or at least she hoped she was. But being Khaleesi was tiring. And sometimes she just wanted for it to stop. She just wanted to lay down and sleep next to a warm body, a person that would keep her safe from harm and love her no matter what.
It was no surprise that she fell asleep in Missandei's embrace.
Soon after their love making, Missandei relaxed against the end of the tub and she gestured Dany to turn around - she wanted to wash her back.
Once the washing had been done, Dany wanted to go back to her place but Missandei stopped her and pulled her against her body, securing the embrace by putting her arms around Dany. She began drawing patterns on the fair-skinned belly of the Khaleesi, sometimes passing on a ticklish spot that made the silver woman jerk and giggle.
And then Missandei began to sing. A lullaby from Naath she said. It was beautiful. Dany asked her to sing again and somewhere between the second and the third lullaby she fell asleep.
The golden woman didn't mind. She took her time to process what happened and how her life turned upside down in a few hours time. Free, she thought, I am free. The thought made her smile and a tear ran down her cheek. She remembered happiness like a very old memory, one that you are not quite sure you've experienced anymore because it's so deep and seems so impossible that you are almost sure you dreamt it. But this? Being free and being loved, that was real. So very real. She looked down at the sleeping woman on her chest, her silver hair wet by the water and sweat. She was beautiful. If a god had to take a human form, Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen would be a good look alike.
Beautiful but deadly, she thought. But before she could go further on that thought, she noticed goosebumps on Dany's body and realized that the water had run cold.
"Dany" she whispered softly. No reaction. She smiled. Who knew the Khaleesi was a heavy sleeper.
"Daenerys" she said louder, shaking the silver woman gently. Eyes full of sleep looked back at her in surprise.
"Yes?" answered the Khaleesi, smiling goofily at Missandei.
"I am sorry to wake you up, Khaleesi, but the water is cold and I am afraid you'll catch death if we stay in any longer" said Missandei soflty.
"Mmh yes I guess you are right.." regret could be heard in her voice.
The Queen stood up and before she could make a step out of the tub, Missandei was out of it and grabbing her heavy cotton peignoir to wrap her lover in.
"Here, Khaleesi" Dany frowned at her "I'm sorry. Dany." she put the towel on the Khaleesi's shoulders and helped her out.
"What about you? You'll get cold!" worried Dany as Missandei was leading her to her bed. More like a mountain of furs of various animals the scribe never saw alive.
"Don't worry, you're warm enough for both of us" she said as she gently pushed Dany on the bed. She climbed onto it as well and as she crawled toward her, Dany pushed herself to the back until there was nowhere else to go.
The golden eyed woman captured the lips of the Mother of Dragons into a searing kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance for a while until their need for air became imperative. Missandei's lips kissed their way to Dany's ear and tormented her with light kisses mixed with soft blows on tender spots.
"Tell me, has anyone already had the privilege of tasting you, Khaleesi?" the grave tone in her voice made Daenerys Targaryen shudder. The Mother of Dragon, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men and Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, felt like a kitten in the hands of this woman. She could order her to throw herself off of a cliff right now, and she'd do it. Dany was in complete surrender of power, of authority, of responsibility, and it felt like the Seven Heavens. She didn't trust her voice to give the answer so she just shook her head. It made the little scribe smile wickedly.
"If your Grace allows, I'd like to have that privilege, yes?" asked the golden woman almost with full innocence. Dany could feel the blush creeping on her cheeks as she nodded.
And Missandei's descent on Dany's body began. She was leaving hot kisses over her neck, tasting the lingering soap mixed with sweat on her skin. She moved south and took a nipple between her lips, she sucked and bit it gently, making Dany gasp.
Her hands weren't in rest: the former slave was caressing the inside of Dany's thighs, ranking her nails against them, sending shocks all the way up the silver queen's body. When her fingers reached the apex of the pale tights, Missandei was glad to notice the effect she had on her lover. She smiled against the soft skin of Daenerys belly before peppering kisses on it. She was happy. Just happy. Right there and then, Missandei decided that she would never get tired of hearing the moans coming out of Dany's mouth.
When her lips touched the inside of the right thigh, Dany couldn't refrain a groan and her hips grew into life and yearned toward the former slave. Missandei kissed the soft skin again and again until Daenerys was writhing and almost tearing the furs on the bed apart.
"Please, Missandei..." pleaded the Silver Queen. It was enough for Missandei to oblige.
She began by lightly kissing the smal buddle of nerves while the top of her fingers were caressing the lower lips of Dany. The sigh of relief mixed with a gasp was the next sign for her to go further. She took Dany's clit between her lips and sucked gently on it before playing the tip of her tongue on it while her index finger was toying with the Khaleesi's entrance.
"You are... ugh... torturing... aah.. your quee-" managed to say the Mother of Dragons before Missandei thrust two fingers in the wetness and softness of Dany. The golden eyed woman raised her eyes in time to see Dany closing hers. She was a vision, a goddess. Missandei had seen many women in her life, many beautiful ones, but none had a beauty equal to the beauty of her queen. My queen, thought Missandei. She smiled.
She licked her lover again and again, never tired of the sweet and salty taste. She thrust her fingers roughly and then tenderly repeating the action until she felt Dany's walls gripping her. One more lick, one more thrust and the Khaleesi came screaming and writhing on her hand.