[A/N] - This was supposed to be a fluff but I guess it had hot hints of smut as well. Let it be known, that I usually don't write such things. I write much lighter fluff but I got a little carried away and felt going a little deeper with this attempt.
I hope it is to your liking and all this wait was worth it. Please let me know what you think about it and if you would like to see some more of such an intimate nature between Visenya & Tywin or if you prefer to keep it to more fluff instead.
Tywin had a personal meeting with Aerys, not so long ago. The King had already sent the girl he was sleeping with, away and had asked for Tywin's personal Lord of Casterly Rock study room for this discussion.
Wishing to be in his good graces for what he wanted to offer him, Tywin agreed and that was how the two of them ended up alone in the room. Lazily, Aerys had sat on the chair that rightfully belonged to Tywin and filled a goblet with red wine from a nearby jug.
"So, Tywin, what did you want us to talk about?" he asked as he leaned back on the chair and took a few sips of the wine.
The Lion stood across from him, the desk being the only object separating them. With the hands behind his back, he stood tall and proud. "I would like to suggest a union between our houses, your Grace" he started, earning the full attention of the King. "A marriage between your son and Crown Prince and my firstborn, Cersei. More so, my second born Jaime is in age to become a squire and the Crown Prince seems to be the best knight for him" he said without his voice quivering or his tone changing.
He was feeling quite hopeful of the plan and sure that the King would agree and perhaps that was what made the King's next words cut him deep enough to actually feel it. For the man he had befriended as a child and served loyally for almost 12 years did not even think of the option,
Instead, Aerys started to laugh loudly enough that any servant passing outside the door could hear him. His face even got a faint hue of red by the time he finished laughing. Then, he looked at Tywin the same way he would look at his court fool.
"You are my most able servant, Tywin, but a man does not marry his heir to his servant's daughter," he said bluntly to his face and swirled the red wine inside his goblet. "And of course, the son of a servant cannot be the squire of the crown prince either" he emptied his goblet in one go and started to refill it. "I am surprised that you haven't asked me yourself to marry my sister since you seem so keen to have your house aligned with mine"
Tywin was always a composed man, having learnt from a young age that acting on instincts and raising one's voice only made one look weaker. True power came from silence, control and body language.
Yet at that moment, as he saw the amusement on the King's face; he struggled to contain his anger. It wasn't only the fact that he had refused his offer but had gone as far as to call him a servant. Him! The man who kept the whole realm together.
He was the hand of the King but he was far from beneath him, to the point of being compared to any servant working in the Red Keep. It was bluntly offensive, wounding his pride and all he did to maintain the superiority and strength of his House.
Only a fool would refuse such an offer, let alone dare to insult their most trustworthy advisor in such a way.
It was at that moment when Tywin truly saw who Aerys was when he realized how bad of a King was. Whatever little part of their childhood relationship had stayed, it was no longer intact.
Aerys had gone thirsty and cocky with the power of the crown, he had lost sight of who was truly by his side and he did the mistake of losing perhaps the only person that would help him if the need arose.
"Your Grace," Tywin said, eventually even though his anger was getting out of control. Without another word, he excused himself from the King's presence before he would do something that we would regret.
Upon listening to the explanation, Visenya felt annoyance at the back of her skull as if someone had placed a nail and was busy hitting it with a hammer. Aerys could be an idiot most of the time but to openly embarrass Tywin.
It made her wonder if he would have said the same thing in public, in front of everyone. Most likely he would and then things would have ended up perhaps worse.
Tywin could only get that much of humiliation before he snapped and Visenya would not blame him.
"That idiot," he said, his anger having subsided just an inch as he slowly withdrew his now sore fingers and hands from the desk. "I gave him the perfect opportunity and he turned it down. Going as far as to call me, Tywin Lannister; his servant!"
The scary thing about him was the fact that he never shouted, he never increased his voice. He hissed, he talked with anger and hatred dropping like snake venom behind every single word of his but he never went as far as to shout.
Tywin Lannister was not a man to do that, no matter how stiff his muscles felt from the increasing tension coming from his anger or how much someone could rub him off the wrong side.
Yet, at that moment, Visenya saw something she did not expect from him. She saw him unleashing his anger momentarily on the things existing on top of his desk; resulting in ink and quill pots to clatter to the ground. The Feathered quills and papers floated in the air a little longer while the blank ink started to stain the white marble floor beneath.
His desk was now empty of things, chaos existing all around it and in the middle was the hurricane himself; a very angry Lion.
"Let me talk to him, see if I can change his mind" Visenya suggested, having taken steps closer, walking to the somehow clean side of the desk and avoiding the ink.
Tywin placed his palms flat on the desk, his eyes locked to the closed door across from him as his mind felt burning inside his head from the sudden spike in his adrenaline and the amount of blood pumping within him.
"It would make no difference. He wouldn't listen, any of us. He just does what he wants while the rest of us have to clean up his mess" he said, his voice having less tension than before but the anger was still there.
He had sacrificed so much for the realm, he had thought excessively and made plans to ensure the Realm was intact; that there would be a future for his house and his legacy to continue. He had made his House to be one of the most powerful and rich ones across Westeros.
He literally offered Aerys a unique opportunity on a golden platter and the man not only turned it down but threw it back at his face. Tywin could only stay quiet and 'behave' for so long before he would grow tired of playing nice.
He barely glanced at his side, seeing the dark red dress of Visenya as she moved by his side; her back gently leaning against the desk as she looked ahead to the window right behind Tywin.
"That has always been the case but it has never stopped up before. I didn't have you for someone to give up so easily" she said, a ghost smirk upon her rosy lips.
Tywin knew what she was doing. She was trying to encourage him to continue, perhaps rile him up because even in his eyes; accepting defeat was pathetic and something he would never do.
He had never lost a battle before and he was not going to. Yet her words seemed to tick him the wrong way but not necessarily bad. He slowly lifted himself to his full height, straightening his back to look at her.
Then, slowly he moved his hands to hold the desk once again; only that this time they were placed against each side of the Dragon Princess. He leaned his body slightly forward, forcing her to press hers harder against the edge of the wooden furniture out of reflex.
"And who says I have?" he questioned, his voice dark as he leaned his body more against hers.
He could feel the fabric of her dress against his tunic, her body trapped between him and the desk. The heat was coming off her in waves, her pupils dilating faintly as she craned her neck to keep him in her field of vision.
She tried to remain calm but he could see how her throat moved with each shallow, how her breathing became a little more hesitant and how her hands were placed against his chest but did not hold resistance against his advances.
"Haven't you?" she questioned, although she had trouble keeping her voice stable.
She barely blinked as she kept staring into his green eyes, the golden flecks of them shining with desire and lust as he leaned his body more against her. Then, out of the blue, his one hand went to her neck and tightened.
Not too hard to block her air intake but it was not a gentle move either. She could feel his fingers closing and gently pressing against the blood vessels at each side of her neck, his calloused skin against her soft skin and how much tighter the grip felt each time she swallowed some of her saliva.
Her breathing changed in patterns, her heart started to beat harder and she could feel heat moving across her body. It made her cheeks turn faintly pink and also to gather between her legs.
"I never give up" Tywin said, bringing his face closer to hers, to the point that she could feel his breath upon her lips. "I never lose a battle and I..." his eyes were staring deep into her soul with desire and hunger, his hand on her neck keeping the same solid grip while his body pressed hers even more against the desk; to the point she could feel his manhood growing. "...always get what I want..."
There was barely a second after he uttered his last words before he forced his lips upon hers without hesitation. His lips pressed hers, devouring them with a long-hidden but wildly dangerous hunger. His head tilted ever so faintly to the side, his movements rough but also passionate like a man who hadn't eaten in days and was cherishing the food he was finally given.
Visenya did not pull back but neither did she stand there like a statue. For the moment she felt his lips upon hers, she lost control. All that growing emotions, all those thoughts and dreams just took control and she started to kiss back with need.
She felt his teeth gently nibbling on her bottom lip as his hand grabbed her thigh and forced her up on the empty desk. The sudden contact and small pain made her gasp out of reaction and he grabbed the chance to let his tongue enter her mouth, taking full control of the kiss.
She moaned ever so faintly at the action, the sound vibrating through her vocal cords and being felt by his hand. Her legs spread open and he subconsciously stepped forward, making his way between them until there was little space separating them.
After a moment of heated kissing, the two of them pulled back to catch their breaths but their faces were still in very close proximity to one another. Their pupils had dilated with desire as they kept looking at one another.
Visenya's face was flustered and her bottom cheek had the faintest of bruising from his rough kidding but she only felt the increasing heat pooling between her legs and the sensation of his clothed manhood pressed too close to her core.
They looked at one another, clearly debating whether to continue or not. He was a widow and she was unmarried, let alone a maiden. It would be scandalous, it would be wrong and yet in their minds; it felt like it was the best thing that could happen.
Before Tywin could rethink or start being the logical man he was, Visenya moved her one hand behind his neck and pushed him forward, only to capture his lips with hers once again.
No words had to be exchanged as she gave full permission for him to continue, not once caring about the consequences that would follow afterwards. At that moment, all she could think was one thing and that was him.
That damn Lion that had drawn her attention and later her thoughts and emotions, not leaving her alone for a moment. The same Lion that was always so close to her but never made a move, making her question if she was just imagining everything or if he fucking had feelings for her.
Her answer came as Tywin moved his hand higher up to her neck, resting it beneath her jaw and forcing her head up. Breaking the kiss, his lips quickly moved to the side of her neck and she could feel him working on the sensitive skin.
Her one hand was still behind his neck, holding him close and even pressing him more against her neck, in need of his attention there. The other hand was placed on the desk next to his, helping keep her body up despite him leaning mostly against her.
Eventually, he seemed to find a single spot that made her gasp and arch her back. Smirking in satisfaction, he dug his teeth and left his mark; the sensation and idea making the tightness in his pants become harder and harder to ignore.
His one hand was on the desk to keep himself from fully falling on her while the other moved to her thigh. It lifted her dress and started to caress her soft skin, his calloused palm making her shiver as the hand worked higher and higher to her sex.
A faint moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed shut and she could feel her own body betraying her. Yet, Visenya refused to give him full control. The hand that was behind his neck, made its way to his golden locks and pulled.
The movement made Tywin stop what he was doing and quickly turn his head to face her, clearly dissatisfied that she had interrupted him.
She panted but there was this burning fire inside her eyes, her spirit far from tamed. "I am no whore" she said, her voice surprisingly stable despite having almost lost it a second ago. She did not wish for him to stop but her pride would not let her be taken on the desk like an everyday woman. For what they were doing to whom they were to one another, she demanded more.
Her words, sounding so commanding made him smirk. "No, you are not. You are a Queen" and with those words, both of his hands moved to her thighs and lifted her up.
By instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist; his hardened manhood was now closer than ever. Her hands went to his shoulders as he carried her with ease towards the bed before dropping her.
Accepting the challenge, she lifted her body halfway up and kissed him again while he tried to crawl above her. She held resistance and when the kiss was broken for yet another time, she offered him a smirk and worked quickly to discard her dress.
His eyes roamed her body, his hunger and sexual need driving him mad with lust as he hurried to remove his own clothing. When he was done, he crawled on top of her like a predator and captured her lips once again.
He then moved his lips down to her neck and towards her chest, leaving a trail of love marks on her perfect skin while his hands rubbed and teased the inside of her thighs. The foreign but welcoming sensation made her arch her back, having no contact with a man before.
Tywin knew that and he took extra pleasure in that fact, making sure to take his time and study her body; watch her as she tried hard to resist his touches but her own body was betraying her.
At that moment, nothing truly mattered to any of them. As they came closer and he was within her, no thought was in their mind as pleasure and bliss had taken full control over their actions and thoughts.
Their bodies tangled with one another, aching to be touched and kissed while their lips left silent songs consisting of sounds and words; all in the name of the pleasure. The fire existing within them grew dangerously, taking over their bodies while the tension that existed between them quickly disappeared in that moment of rough passion.
He was experienced and he was leading, taking his time to make her body bend under his fingers and lips. He didn't go slow once she grew accustomed and he did not go gentle either, his instincts getting the best of him.
Yet she did not mind nor complain, as she seemed to desire the same things he was after. Her own body now belonged to him, for each touch of his drew a different reaction that she had no control over. The feeling of pain was sensible at first but she was so lost in the moment, she did not pay it mind.
Afterwards, only pure pleasure like the kind she had never felt was everywhere. She was ecstatic and more than once her vision grew white for a moment, all the tension and the anger she had across the years washing away while her body relaxed; after so many years.