2; To Dream again

Prince Aemond Targaryen shook his head as he slowly started to catch his breath. Orienting himself after being throw from that intense dream.

It was… Far too real to be just a regular dream. Even a wet dream… Because he could literally still feel that woman in the dark room with him… Feel her presence, her energy, her very being… And her body. He bit back a groan at that thought. God, how soft she felt...

He knew intuitively that not only was she was real… He knew that somehow, someway she was on her way to him.

She would come to him, and he would make her his.

His lover, His wife, his twin flame…

Because Aemond was absolutely sure that this was a Dragon dream.

Ireland was beautiful and welcoming.

The hills, the pubs, the old cobblestone streets. The castles and tall walls looming over the valleys.

And sheep. Sheep everywhere. Apart of her wished Teddy was older because she knew the baby was far too young to remember any of this. This was coming from the same part that was kicking herself for not getting a camera or something so she could keep these memories forever. The other part was too busy enjoying everything around her.

Dublin's backlot was the magical district of Ireland. It was colorful, loud, and fun.

Her room at the Pub was both warm and a bit posh. All and all, it was a great start to their sightseeing journey. Her dream had even been pushed to the back of her mind.

Days running around the green landscape, and nights tucked away warm and cozy. She started to let herself relax and enjoy her Holiday. Happily, she melted into her bed on the fourth day of her and Teddy's trip, free of stress.

She laid on her stomach in her bed, her head facing the crib where Teddy was also resting. As she closed her eyes and started to let herself fall sleep, The Dragon ring on her finger started to glow once more.

The call began again...

His hands reached out from the dark to hold both sides of her face. The room was still completely black with no light, but this time she could smell something. A rich aroma of leather and another scent she couldn't 100% place. Not Oak or Pine, but rather something still very smokey and earthy, just not wood-like. She was sure she had smelled it before, but for some reason it wouldn't come to mind.

His thumbs ran gently down her cheeks. Then, slowly, moved to her lower lip, to draw an invisible line down the center.

"ñuha dōna …" He said, and a familiar shiver ran down her body. "I was hoping I'd dream of you again..."

"Is… IS this a Dream?" she asked uncertainly as his thumb stayed on her lip. He chuckled in response, and she realized his lips were now only half an inch away from hers. She was suddenly hyperaware of that fact and became uneasy because of everything she was feeling all at once.

"It is a dream… But it is a very special kind of dream, I believe. It seems to… Real to be anything else. At least to me. But what about you, ñuha dōna?"

"I think so, too… Definitely to real to be just a normal dream." she said, putting her hands on his chest, unconsciously trying to take a step back. He wasn't allowing that, though, as he brought his other hand to the small of her back. Halted her movements, then pulling her back. His other hand still on her face. Her skin goose bumped at every part he touched.

"Oh, no no no, ñuha dōna." He whispered to her. "No running or moving away from me… I like you right here, right where you are."

A shiver ran down her body, from neck to core. Even though the room was pitch black, she knew his warm lips were nearly touching hers.

"E'va nyke albe naejot ōregon ao isse issa nesh syt ro'l, nyke'll ōregon ao kesīr."

The shivers that ran down her spine quickly morphed into something more; something fiery. Lust and arousal were not new to Aradia, but this level was almost maddening. Her urges were never this out of control. Then he whispers just once in that slow, purr-like voice of his. In the words from some language, she doesn't know, and something flared inside her. A pull she couldn't really explain.

She wanted him in a most primal way. Something in her was blazing, screaming, pushing her to him and to that end. She needed space, she had to take a few steps back so she could think, or… Or she would let him. She would give herself to him, in any way he wanted, if whatever was pushing them got its way.

One of his hands pressed more on the small of her back, the other still caressing her face and her lip. He pulled her even tighter to him. She just knew his lips were right there. Their noses were almost touching. They were both very aware of each other in this space.

"You're not here yet, are you?" He asked. And somehow, she knew what he meant, even though she didn't. Somehow this pull, this dream, this… whatever it is… told her. She was here while he was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere far away. But somehow, she knew she'd be able to go to him… and soon.

"Not yet…" she said softly. "I'm traveling now, actually… But no, I'm not near just yet."

There was an angry and frustrated growl from the man. In one swift movement his hand went to the back of her neck. He gripped her, then closed the rest of the (admittedly short) distance between their lips.

That kiss was fire and desire and it threatened to burn her whole.

Her body didn't try to push away from him this time. Instead, she found herself looping one of her legs around his, trying to wrap herself around him. He grinded up into her hips, and the fire blazed hotter.

Mouth, tongue, lips, hips…

A moan escaped her as her left hand went up, ending up tangled in his hair and the back of his head. Mirroring how he was holding her. But he was far stronger than her, so he was controlling the kiss.

Pleasure ran through every part of her; Every nerve, every breath, every fiber of her being. A rampage of desire, swirling through them both.

Then he broke the kiss. The passion stilled a bit, but the ache remained. Both took in deep breaths to collect themselves and calm the fires down. Their foreheads touching.

"I want you HERE…" he breathed out, a gravely tone to his words. His hand moved again, back to her lip. Tracing the line down her bottom lip again.

"I want you here with me, right now, ñuha dōna…"

Aemond once again bolted awake in bed, his heart rampaging. Groaning loudly from the lack (or excess) of satisfaction the dream gave him.

He took three large gulps of air as his mind caught up with him. His sweat making his long hair stick wildly to his pillow. He kicked at his blankets and over sheet to the side out of frustration. As his body was too hot now, even with his linen nightclothes.

He took three deep breaths of air, and his heart finally started calming down.

Even so, his body was still yearning so badly it was painful. He closed his eyes and reached down under his linen pants, needing to find a release for all his want…

All this want for his ñuha dōna...

ñuha dōna – My Sweet.

"E'va nyke albe naejot ōregon ao isse issa nesh syt ro'l, nyke'll ōregon ao kesīr." Until I'm able to hold you in my arms for real, I'll hold you here...