From Storms to Thrones (Part 1)

Chapter 37: Take Me to Church

Rhaenyra let out the tiniest sighs of contentment with each kiss, her breath evening out, though her body remained warm and soft beneath me. I placed a few lingering kisses on her collarbone, savoring the closeness, the quiet between us filled with nothing but the gentle sound of our breathing. As I allowed my full weight to settle against her, naked skin pressing against naked skin, it felt like we were coming together in a way that was more than physical. It was a quiet, unspoken connection—one that didn't need words.

I kissed my way up her neck, slow and deliberate, before resting my head on her shoulder, nuzzling in close. Our bodies melded together, and I felt her arms come around me, pulling me even closer, as if neither of us wanted to let go of this sacred stillness. Cuddled against her, I could feel her heartbeat, strong and steady beneath my cheek, and in that moment, everything felt right, as though the world outside couldn't touch us.

"It's never felt like this before," Rhaenyra murmured, her voice still raw but tinged with a soft awe. She was gently combing her fingers through my hair, each stroke slow and deliberate. "Is it always like this with a woman?"

I couldn't help but snort into her chest, the sound muffled against her skin. I wasn't exactly the authority on lesbian sex—my experience was mostly limited to a handful of messy one-night stands back in college, fueled by far too much Absolut Vodka and questionable decisions.

But even through the fog of those nights, I remembered enough to know that, yes, sex with women did tend to feel different. Better, in some ways. Softer, more intimate, more powerful. Yet those fleeting experiences—they had nothing on this. Nothing compared to how Rhaenyra and I fit together, the way we melded so seamlessly, like two parts of the same whole. There was a perfect balance between us, this constant push and pull, the soft and the hard, the tender and the fierce. It felt as though we were made for one another, every touch and every breath in sync, as if our bodies had known each other for lifetimes.

This—what we had just shared—was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It wasn't just sex; it was something deeper, something primal and pure. It was the best sex of my life, not because of the physical pleasure, though that had been incredible, but because of the connection, the trust, the way we had opened ourselves to each other. It was as if every barrier had fallen away, leaving us both vulnerable and yet stronger than ever in each other's arms.

"I think it's just us," I said softly to Rhaenyra, my voice barely above a whisper as I rested against her. The words felt right, like an undeniable truth. It wasn't just about the physicality of what we shared—it was something far deeper, something unique to us.

Her hand stilled in my hair, and I felt her shift slightly beneath me as if she was considering the weight of those words. I lifted my head, meeting her gaze, and in her eyes, I saw the same recognition, the same understanding. This connection, this bond we had forged, was unlike anything I'd ever known before. It wasn't something that could be replicated, or found with anyone else.

She didn't need to say anything in response. The way her fingers gently resumed combing through my hair, the soft smile that touched her lips, told me she felt it too. This was ours, and only ours.

A chill moved through the air as the fire began to die down, its warmth fading from the room. I shivered slightly, and Rhaenyra, ever attentive, reached behind the couch without a word. A moment later, I felt the softness of a fur blanket drape over our bodies, its luxurious weight settling over us like a protective shield from the cold.

The warmth of her body beneath me and the soft fur above us created a cocoon of safety, as if the outside world couldn't touch us in this moment. Rhaenyra's arm slid back around me, pulling me closer under the blanket, and I nestled into her, the scent of her skin still intoxicating. Wrapped up together like this, with the crackling fire now little more than glowing embers, everything felt perfect.