Hi all,

Kenna is an OC from my 'Dance of the Falcon' story but for those that haven't read that she's Jon Arryn's daughter, think mid 30s for this story accounting for the 14-year age skip that is mentioned, and this is a Modern/Spy Thriller AU.

For Tywin, think head of CIA/MI5 (yeah Varys isn't around) and there is still an absolute monarchy in play with the Targaryen royal family. Yes, I know it doesn't really work in a modern western setting but please roll with it.

Also, there will be smut with non-con/dub-con elements so if that isn't something you like to read, please feel free to skip this story.

Chapter 1: Caught

2023AC

Southern coast of Skagos, The North

Kenna tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the radio as her trusty small two-door Vauxhall Corsa ate up the winding country roads. She was surrounded on either side by fields filled with sheep and cows. Sometimes she passed a small cottage or farmhouse then a blanket of thick forest would envelop her. That's what she loved about the North. You could get lost in its desolation. Swallowed up in its vastness.

The car groaned as it tackled a steep hill but Kenna kept her foot down. Waiting for her at home was a loving husband and a child that was everything to her. And it wasn't her turn to cook tonight since she had the groceries firmly secured in the back seat.

With the hard rock and roll tunes of FM Skagos roaring her onwards she raced back home, and within a few minutes, she was guiding her car down the hundred-metre pebble driveway. She killed her engine in front of her door next to her husband's very muddy blue pickup truck. Her house was a small but charming cottage that wouldn't be out of place in a fairy tale. Thatched roof, small windows, and terrible lighting but it was cosy and weathered the Northern winds well.

Kenna gathered the two grocery bags in her arms and kicked the car door shut. When she got to the door, she shoved it open. Jasper never did lock it when he was working out in the yard. It was one of the things she loved about him – his trusting nature. It's why he'd accepted her so quickly when she'd appeared in Skagos fourteen years ago. She'd tumbled into the local pub and bumped into him. The rest was a predictable tale of romance ending with the local farmer getting the girl and living happily ever after.

"I'm back, Love," Kenna called out through the rooms as she placed the bags of groceries on the kitchen counters and started to unpack them into cupboards and the fridge.

When no reply was forthcoming, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Jasper!"

He's probably fixing up that old tractor, Kenna thought as she moved to the kitchen windows that opened up to the backyard. She frowned. There was the rusting heap of junk Jasper was always promising to fix up, right outside the barn but no Jasper to be seen.

"Mmm," Kenna grunted. If he's in the pub with the lads I'm going to kill him. Kenna looked at her watch. Three o'clock. Leyla would need to be picked up from the rugby club soon.

Kenna exited the kitchen and opened the backdoor. She shouted into the cooling afternoon air, "You out in the yard?"

Only the tweeting of birds greeted her.

"Love, I enjoyed hide and seek when I was a child but not really a fan of it anymore," Kenna said, pulling out her mobile.

"You never called me Love," came a deep voice from behind her as the rounded snout of a silencer was pressed into her back.

Shit. She dropped the phone in shock. No, no, no. He couldn't have found her. She'd been thorough in leaving her old identity behind. She'd completely abandoned it. Left no trace. Abandoned her family and friends. Left her co-conspirators to rot in jail. Forged a new life far away from the violence and chaos she had created. In fourteen years, she'd contacted no one from her old life. It'd nearly broken her but she'd resisted and now it had all been for nothing.

He'd found her.

"You've got sloppy," purred Tywin Lannister in her ear as a firm hand on her shoulder turned her back towards the kitchen and the gun prodded her forward.

"Sir, I … there's money in the draw," Kenna moved towards the knife drawer but the cocking of the gun behind her stilled her step as well as the hand on her shoulder pushing her down into one of the kitchen chairs. "I don't know what this is about but please don't hurt me. My name is Jeyne Poole. I'm a kindergarten teacher. I'm a good person please leave me alone."

"Ha," Tywin scoffed settling in the chair opposite Kenna and placing a mobile phone on the small wooden table between them. His gun was still in hand, pointing at Kenna's chest. "A good person. That is laughable."

Kenna kept her head down, so her dark-brown curls hid the sides of her face and her circular glasses did the rest. Tywin was dressed as he ever was in an impeccable dark navy three-piece suit with a tasteful red tie adorned with little golden lions cutting his pressed white shirt in two. He was at complete odds with the messy and quirky surroundings of the little cottage.

"I … I," Kenna snivelled, buying herself time to think.

Her emergency handgun was in a box under the washing machine in the kitchen closet. Jasper's numerous shotguns were locked away in the coat room. She could try to disarm Tywin and turn his own gun on himself but in truth, she wasn't the killer in the room. She hadn't been trained to spill blood or fight. No, she'd been a spy. The art of seduction and covert information gathering was her realm. Or it had been.

"Enough," Tywin's free hand came down on the table in a fist. His patience with Kenna's act wearing off. "Put your hands flat on the table. Good. Now show me your face."

Kenna raised her chin, hoping beyond hope that somehow fourteen years of living a different life would have completely changed her beyond recognition.

Tywin's eyes twinkled, "There you are … Kenna."

That word sent shivers down her spine. It was the first time in fourteen years someone had said her name. It was a shame it had been from this man's lips. Many a night curled in Jasper's embrace she'd wanted to tell him the truth of who she was but it would have been entirely selfish.

So Jeyne she had remained.

Until today.

"How did you find me?" Kenna finally said, the palms of her hands sweating on the tabletop, "I was careful."

"Yes, you were. The body that washed up on the shores of Shipbreaker Bay was a convincing decoy but it seems your luck ran out," Tywin's words cut through her, "One of your prepubescence charges videoed 'Mrs Poole' in the classroom. Social media and facial recognition did the rest. I sent a team out weeks ago to surveil you."

Kenna gritted her teeth. Of course, he had. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been here in person. Tywin Lannister never went anywhere without knowing his safety was guaranteed. It's what had made him such a hard mark, to begin with.

"Nice little life you built yourself. Quiet. Peaceful. Free. I wonder how your fellow conspirators will feel when they know you've enjoyed all that they can only see from behind bars or memories."

Kenna's mind flashed to her father, her best friends Robert and Ned, Stannis, and Hoster Tully. All had been convicted for the bombing at the Red Keep. Robert had gone out in a blaze of bullets when the Golden Cloaks had come for him; taking half a dozen with him to the fiery pit of the Seven Hells. Her father had died years ago all alone in a barren cell in Harrenhal prison. Ned, Stannis and Hoster remained incarcerated in that indomitable castle.

"I'd rather think they'd be happy for me," Kenna muttered.

"As soon as the news of the Red Keep's explosion broke, I knew you'd taken my security credentials," Tywin's hand tightened around the gun's grip. "Did you seek me out only to be your scapegoat?"

There was no point in lying, "Yes, your long-standing feud with Aerys was well known."

Tywin's emerald eyes narrowed and the gun inched towards Kenna's heart, "I didn't think Jon Arryn would have had it in him to turn his daughter into a honeytrap."

"It was my idea."

Tywin tilted his head slightly. That movement alone sent a jolt of familiar excitement through Kenna. She did love confusing the man across her.

"After Aerys had Rickard and Brandon killed–"

"Allegedly," Tywin slipped in with an amused look on his face.

"Everyone knows from the Wall to Dorne that it was Aery's goons that poured the gasoline and it was Aerys himself that threw the lighter all because Lyanna Stark had spurned his son's attentions. He might as well have been the person to put the rope around Lyanna's neck as well."

Tywin didn't deny any of it. He knew the truth of it. Aerys had always had no impulse control. It's why when he died Tywin had moved quickly on from his good friends passing to usher in the new age. The regency of King Aegon VI.

"Ned and Robert wanted revenge but they had no clue how to get it," Kenna continued, finding the more she spoke the more that weight on her shoulders lifted, "My father and I helped. We planned. I saw the potential to exploit your tensions with Aerys to our advantage and I knew I could … compromise you."

Tywin brushed his tongue across the backs of his teeth, "A twisty way of saying you knew you could seduce me."

Kenna detected the spite in his words but couldn't stop now that she'd started, "Our only fault was letting Hoster Tully in on it all and underestimating you."

"Yes, Hoster cracked rather easily under interrogation. Gave you all up. Once I knew your connection it wasn't hard to find the links between you all."

"And make sure no one questioned how the bomb got into the Red Keep."

"Exactly."

A few beats of silence stretched between them. Silence from Tywin Lannister was never a good thing. It meant he was plotting or he was trying to contain his rage.

"What now, Tywin?"

He bristled at the use of his first name. So, few people dared to say it and it brought back images of a more intimate nature.

"You can't connect me to Aerys and Rhaegar's deaths without implicating yourself," Kenna pointed out, which was exactly the reason Tywin was here in person and not a squad of King's Landing's finest City Watch Police officers.

"Mutually assured destruction. That is if I were to try you on the side of the law. I could just have your body dumped in the sea and weighed down."

Kenna dismissed the irony of the suggestion because she knew better. Knew him better.

"If you'd be happy with my death as an outcome to our little tête-à-tête, we're having here you'd have, already put a bullet in my head or not bothered to make the trip at all."

Tywin appraised the woman sitting stiffly in front of him, "You were always smart."

"If I wasn't you'd have gotten bored of me rather quickly."

"Mmm," Tywin grunted half in agreement and half in thought. He pointed to a large black-and-white photo on the kitchen wall with the gun.

Kenna followed the movement. Ice dripped down her spine. The photo was of Jasper, her and Leyla. Styled in a family pose with Jasper and Kenna hugging Lelya close to them.

"How old is she?"

There it was. The question that had always been coming. The reason she didn't have a hole in her head just yet.

"She's not yours."

Tywin trained the gun back on Kenna. His eyes hardening, "How old?"

"She's thirteen."

"She could be mine then."

"She's not."

"She looks like me."

"She doesn't," Kenna continued to blindly deny.

"She has blond hair and green eyes."

To refute that would be venturing into the realms of the ridiculous so Kenna held her tongue. Her shoulders slumped. He'd known Leyla was his before he even set foot on the island. He was just dragging out her torture.

"Leave her out of this."

"No."

"Jasper is the only father she has ever known. You can kill me but let them live. They aren't a part of our world."

"I never imagined you as a married woman," Tywin suddenly said.

Because you thought I'd remain your mistress forever? How arrogant, Kenna retaliated in her head. "Well, I'm a married woman now."

"No, you're not."

"What?" Kenna's mind froze. "What do you mean?"

The grin on Tywin's face was unnatural, "Kitchen closet." He allowed Kenna to rush to the mentioned room.

When she pulled the door back, there slumped amongst baskets of dirty washing was Jasper. A red singed bullet hole in his forehead. The blood of his injury had been absorbed by the numerous pieces of clothing that surrounded him.

Kenna brought a hand to her mouth but it couldn't stop the sob that came crashing out. Tears ran hot and fast down her cheeks. This was her fault. Poor kind Jasper, he hadn't deserved this. He'd wanted a simple uncomplicated life and she'd tried so hard to give it to him. The rage was overcoming her grief and the old spy instincts were tingling. She took off her glasses as her hand searched underneath the piles of clothing.

Tywin's voice floated from the kitchen, "Did he know you? I mean the real you? Did you tell him anything true about yourself?"

The answer was of course no but Kenna didn't indulge him. His little sick game was over. She spun around gun in hand, "You should have stayed away. Left me alone."

If Tywin was concerned with a gun being pointed at him, he didn't show it. He merely pointed his back. "I can't do that. You see … you're mine. The minute you walked into my club with that pitiful excuse for a dress you invited me in. The moment you willingly crawled into my bed; you gave yourself to me. As soon as you birthed my child you ensured I could never let you go."

The last few words had been hissed and Kenna had felt the venom in them. The possessiveness that rarely revealed itself so plainly. She took in a deep breath. She had to think. She was willing to go out in this Mexican standoff but was there a better way?

Her eyes scrutinised Tywin. He was too calm. Even for him. So, she pushed.

"I'm going to shoot you."

"No, you're not."

"Tell me why I shouldn't."

Tywin's phone on the table lit up and started to vibrate, "May I?"

Kenna nodded. Tywin picked the phone up, casually placing it to his ear and listening to the dull grunts on the other end of the line.

He ended the call with a click and placed the phone in his suit's inside pocket. "That was Gregor Clegane. You remember Gregor, right? Well, he just picked up Leyla from rugby practice. Apparently, she scored two tries in the friendly match."

Kenna's finger slid off the trigger and the gun went limply to her side. She closed her eyes in defeat and when she opened them Tywin was in front of her. He slowly took the gun from Kenna's hand giving her every opportunity to resist. The bastard. He was enjoying this.

Both guns rested on the table. At Kenna's raised eyebrow Tywin merely stated, "They are not needed anymore, are they?"

Kenna refused to engage she leaned back against the wall of the kitchen. Waiting. For that was all she could do now. But Tywin wasn't happy with this. He closed the space between them and pressed her back against the wall with his presence.

"Has hiding away dulled your shine? Made you weak?" he baited, "Are you nothing more than a good farm girl now?"

Kenna cursed herself before she did it but she didn't want to resist her frustrations anymore. She pushed against his chest with both hands and with that little gap of space created, she threw a punch at his face that she knew would never connect because he was always one fucking step ahead of her. But God did it feel good to just let loose.

Her fist was caught in his hand and he wrestled it back against the wall, "Fuck you."

Tywin just dipped his head to whisper into her hair, "Just like old times then."

Before she could reply Tywin was kissing the length of her neck, "Tell me, Kenna. Did you miss me on any of these cold Northern nights?"

Kenna still retained enough fight to cuttingly remark, "No, I had Jasper."

What was Tywin going to do, kill him again?

She felt Tywin's teeth bite down over the soft part above her left collarbone. It was an expected reprisal. Kenna let the pain fuel her. Shocked her back into the familiarity of his teeth and lips grazing on her flesh. It'd been so long yet the sensations were as fresh as the first time.

Fucking hell.

The memories of her past shame and desire dragged her down. All the times she'd snuck into Casterly Rock through its bowels to end up withering on this man's bed. She'd be lying to herself it had all been to serve her best friends' revenge mission.

"Stop." Kenna didn't know if she was talking to Tywin or her own core that was now fluttering with the first seeds of desire.

Her will had no effect. Tywin continued his machinations at her neck and his fingers tugged at her belt. She instantly thrashed in his hold. But his fingers released the belt and dipped inside her underwear.

"Did he satisfy you as I can?"

That comment about Jasper had hit its mark. Kenna rolled her eyes; men's egos were such fragile things.

His fingers slide through her folds, rubbing and circling in all the right spots. He had not forgotten a thing. But that was Tywin Lannister, detailed-orientated and mercilessly methodical in getting want he wanted.

Kenna only panted, trying to contain the full-on moans that were trapped inside.

"I said did he satisfy you?" Tywin repeated with menace, snapping his fingers harder, sending stabbing jolts of lightening through Kenna as she only got wetter.

"He did enough," Kenna finally mewled out, the back of her head resting against the wall as the rhythmic pounding guided her to the inevitable conclusion.

Her orgasm melted her into scorching ecstasy. Dissolved into a shaking bundle of sparking nerves. She didn't register when Tywin withdrew his coated fingers or how her jeans shuffled down her trembling legs. Only when Tywin's hot breath fanned her inner thigh did she look down.

He was on his knees, "You deserve more than enough."

Her underwear was dragged down her calves and his tongue slipped between her folds.

"Ah," Kenna's head hit the back of the wall. Jasper had never really gotten the hand of eating her out but the man currently lapping fire up and down her cunt sure had. His mouth latched onto the bud, his tongue making soft circles around it.

Kenna bit back the whine in her throat. Her hand went to the back of Tywin's head, "Stop," she panted. It was too much. Too hot. Too familiar. "Please."

Tywin sucked harder instead, drawing a cry from Kenna. Her dam was finally utterly broken; all those moans she had held in before came tumbling out. Her hand pushed Tywin deeper as her clit throbbed and radiated inside her centre releasing her second orgasm.

Tywin greedily took it all, his hands steadying Kenna's hips and keeping her open for him as he hummed approvingly into her. The aftermath of pleasure left her twitching and she would have slid down the wall if it weren't for Tywin's determination to drain her of her last drop.

"Tywin," Kenna could only breathlessly murmur as he pushed off the ground to regain his full height.

He didn't let her recuperate. He picked her up and hurriedly slammed her stomach first down onto one of the kitchen counters. Her bottom half was completely naked and she heard Tywin's belt hitting the floor and the hard erection behind her through the fabric of his trousers until the fabric too hit the floor.

A firm hand splayed across her back. A silent warning that this was happening. This was his chosen reward and he wasn't to be denied. The tip of his cock rubbed up and down her damp slit. Kenna's core already ached from Tywin's fingers and mouth and she knew from experience that he only played the gentlemen; giving if he too were taking.

He pushed into her an inch. The sweet, terrible pressure brought forth more moans and pulsations of pleasure that stole her breath. She whimpered while he kept pressing in and moaning, "You're just as tight as I remember."

He didn't stop until his hips were settled flush against her bottom. All the while Kenna remained still, coping with the slight discomfort of being filled so fully. It had been a long time.

And for a moment, he stayed like that too. Relishing in the feel of her around him as their breaths synchronised. Then he pulled her legs further apart and sank even deeper into her than she thought possible.

"Too deep," Kenna pleaded for a reprieve but his response was a smirk behind her back and a slow, drawn-out thrust. Out. Then in.

Kenna bit her lip at the searing strain of him as he repeated the movement over and over – again, and again – until, eventually, the pressure turned from discomfort to utterly delectable delight. Soft, lewd sounds began to escape her parted lips, each one signalling Tywin's mastery of her body when his gravelly groans joined the fray as well. With every thrust of his hips, he gave her exactly what she needed. Her limbs began to tremble, moans coming louder, quicker, desperate until finally, the storm inside her exploded for the third time shattering her senses completely.

Tywin felt her clench around him but he never stopped thrusting, even when she melted into a spent puddle beneath him. He lowered his chest flush against Kenna's back so his teeth could nibble on her ear, "Now it's my turn."

His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as his other hand curled around her throat and brought them back up into a standing position. He nipped Kenna's ear especially hard then brutally slammed into her with everything he had left. A few solid thrusts later and he was racing towards his bliss.

"Condom," Kenna managed to ground out in her delirium. But it was too late for that. Tywin wasn't going to stop.

"You'll – take it – however – I want," he grunted between thrusts. "You'll – take it – all." Then he slammed into her one last time, roaring as he did. Liquid fire gushed forth to herald his climax.

Kenna cursed his name but she did not attempt to dislodge his softening cock or move at all. She was wrung out. They stayed like that for a few minutes as their heartbeats slowed and their breath came back to them.

Suddenly a vibrating noise took their attention. Tywin slipped a hand into his suit jacket's inner pocket, "Clegane will be here with Leyla in ten minutes."

Author Note:

I do not condone this type of relationship or power dynamics in any real-life relationship so please don't come after me. I'm just vibing with words and I did give warnings.

Let me know if you want a sequel chapter as I think I've enough in mind to do that but where I ended it was also a nice natural end point too.