They were getting packed up, Tyon smiled a toothy smile up at Tyanna as she got ready some of his favorite things.
"Since we are heading up, I would like to visit my father." Tyanna added. Oberyn smirked back at her.
"I thought you would." Oberyn agreed.
"Are you going to get stabby?" Tyanna pondered. Oberyn remained silent. "Oberyn I love you but he is my father."
"He had my sister-"
"I know you believe he commanded gregor and maybe he did." Tyanna admitted. He did, he very much did. "But a swift death is more my fathers way. If he did send gregor well Gregor has been known to go too far." Tyanna remarked.
"You are just trying to protect your father." Oberyn countered softly. Tyanna saw the hurt in his eyes still.
"He has done a lot of bad but it wasn't all his command." Tyanna remarked. "He did things as hand of the king for the mad king. Then Robert then wanted all targaryens dead. If he demanded it my father was trying to save them from an execution. Public and messy and robert spitting at them calling them filth and so much worse. I heard what he called all the targaryens awful things. Your sister included." Tyanna remarked. "He spent his entire wedding to my sister complaining about targaryens. Then he called her Lyanna on their wedding night." And Oberyns face shifted. "Oberyn I love you but I love my family, we are loud and messy and have a lot of baggage. For as much bad as we do, we also do some good."
"I just want a confession and I want to kill Gregor Clegane."
"I think we can arrange that." Tyanna agreed. "But you have to promise to be careful." Tyanna begged. "And not kill my father."
"I will be careful." Oberyn agreed kissing her.
"Oberyn." Tyanna warned.
"I will be careful and I don't intend on killing your father just yet. Good enough?" Oberyn countered.
"For now, I suppose." Tyanna agreed.
+
'you brought this on yourself.' Tyrion reminded Cersei.
'I've done nothing!' she told him
'Quite right you did nothing.' tyrion told her. 'when your shit of a son called for Ned starks head and now the entire north has risen up against you.'
'I tried to stop it' she told them.
'Did you? Well you failed.' Tyrion sassed. 'Yes, that bit of theater will haunt our family for generations.' Tyrion informed her.
'Rob Stark is a child!' Cersei declared
'A child who has won every battle he has fought,' tyrion reminded her 'do you understand what losing the war means?'
'What do you know about war?' Cersei spat.
'Nothing. But I know people. And I know people hate each other almost as much as they hate us.'
'Joffrey is King.'
'Joffrey is King.' Tyrion agreed.
''You are here to advise him' cersei said looking down to him.
'Only here to advise him.' tyrion agreed. 'if the king listens to what I have to say the king might just get his uncle Jaime back.' Tyrion told her and that caught her attention.
'How?' she questioned pathetically.
'Do you love your children it is your one redeeming quality, the stark also love their children and we have two of them.' Tyrion reminded her.
'One of them' cersei corrected
'One?' He spat.
'Arya the little one got away' cersei told them.
'What in a puff of smoke? We had three, three starks to trade. you chopped ones head off and let one escape. Father would be furious.' Tyrion told her letting out a deep breath before a smirk appeared on his face. 'Must be hard for you. To be the disappointing child,' tyrion smacked his lips together finishing his glass of wine. Cerseis eyes drifted to Tyrion in vain. "This is nice being the good child, the chosen child, this must be how Tya felt all the time, so victorious!" Tyrion declared as he headed out. "I feel like the damn king."
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"Now ... before we get on the road," Tyanna remarked, Oberyn smiled tossing his book aside. "you need to remind me of what this whole adoration thing feels like." Tyanna remarked.
"Gladly," Oberyn agreed. She crawled up the bed and he pulled her to him. His hands explored her body, hers explored his. Their lips connected as they shared soft moans. Oberyn lifted her hips, pulling her dress off she pulled at his pants there wasnt enough time to take them off they rested around his knees, he tugged her panties aside and slid into her.
Oberyn kissed her neck, his tongue slid over her nipple, Her eyes closed as she completely surrendered, letting him pull her under to depths of intimacy. By the time she resurfaced —sated, exhausted, and thoroughly adored— Oberyn's body was draped over hers. His body became her security. She teased her hands along his back, tracing each muscle.
Their legs tangled, when Tyon whined out grumbling from his crib, both tried to get up and Tyanna felt them falling, Oberyn's hand shot out to grip the wall, holding her to him with his other hand while keeping them from falling to the floor. Didn't matter. They hit the wall and melt to the floor anyway.
Oberyn landed on his back with an oomph, but keeping Tyanna protected on him. She laughed out as he gently rolled her over. He hovered over her, for a few labored breaths. Dipping his head, he kissed her neck while cupping her breast. Her hips lifted off the floor as if her body's entire purpose in life has been to feel Oberyn's between her legs. While his lips brush the swell of her breast, he released a soft chuckle.
"Tyon go to sleep honey," Tyanna rasped, pleadingly.
Heat filled her cheeks. She was a lot of things, but immune to his physical touch was not one of them. She loved him, he was her husband and his touch was intoxicating, his touch was magical, his touch was heavenly. She lost her words and her breath when his hot mouth devours her flesh. Her other breast. Her abdomen. Tyon had begrudgingly settled himself which was good because Oberyn wasnt letting Tyanna leave just yet.
His right hand slid up her stomach, squeezing her breast again it felt tender to the touch, larger maybe, he squeezed again, while his left hand gripped her leg, guiding it to the side while his mouth plants between her legs. She was plopped down into a bench at the bottom of the bed.
"Dear godddd ..." she drawled out, she arched her back, and he pinched her nipple. Lick. Suck. One finger. Two fingers. She was dizzy. So ... damn ... dizzy.
He inched his fingers up her inner thighs as she sat on the bench with shaky legs and racing breaths. She closed her eyes, she gasped ... then moaned, lips parted, hips rocking into his touch.
One hand grabbed his hair while her other hand covers his hand on her breast, squeezing it. He pinched her nipple until her body jerks from the pain. A good pain. That pain crashes into an explosion of pleasure when his tongue and his fingers move faster, harder ... and just ... so ... perfectly ... but that was Oberyn.
She chanted out his name with a deadly plea, with the arrival of her orgasm. He slowed his tongue while lifting his hips and working the button to his pants.
With all the confidence in this world, and maybe a few other worlds too, he fit between her legs. Kissed her with breathtaking vigor. And drove his cock into her with a hard thrust.
"Fuckkk ..." she cried. He groaned into her mouth, but he didn't slow down. Not one. Single. Bit. That had her eyes rolling back into her head.
She was going to have bruises on her back consistent with fucking on hard surfaces instead of their plush bed. If she happen die in the next twenty-four hours, that's not what the maester would write in his notes when he examined her corpse, but that's what he'll think.
"Gods Tyanna..." He breathed in her ear before biting her earlobe. "I want to fuck you all night ..." His teeth dig into her shoulder next.
"Do it." Tyanna challenged. He angled his hips lower even lower until his pelvis strokes her clit with each thrust. Her fingertips curl into his back, her teeth into his shoulder.
Again, she orgasmed a few seconds before a moan escaped him. He pumped into her harder than any man has done before him. She had long forgotten any man before Oberyn because her mind was filled with Oberyn, filled with him right this moment. Then he stilled. A mass of rigid muscles and bones going limp over her used and sated body.
The world's heaviest blanket lay upon her she felt his beating heart as he lay atop her. But she didnt want him to move. Would have cried if she lost that warmth and connection, she needed it, needed him.
"My love," he whispered against her ear. It was a sigh. Or maybe something more reverent, more desperate. Whatever the meaning, it gave her goose bumps. It filled her completely.
"My Oberyn."