Tialyssaegond
Part 1 - Pigtails
"Stay still!" Aegon demanded, already fed up with how much Aemond was moving around - and that grimace on his face wasn't helping either.
"Must we do this?" he mumbled, letting out a long, disgruntled huff. This is not what the prince had imagined when the king promised 'an intimate celebration' for his accomplishments at Storm's End.
Aemond looked at his reflection in the mirror while Aegon worked on his hair. He was so mad at himself for enjoying this - for thinking he looked pretty.
"Must you use pink hair ties?" he pestered Aegon further. His brows furrowed in thought before he added: "Why do you even have them?"
Aegon felt a small flush to his cheeks at that question, but he chose to ignore it.
"It will look good once I'm done, just stay still !"
He grabbed Aemond's shoulders and forced him down in the chair. The prince's body tensed up but he obliged, outwardly unhappy - he would not let the king know that he was enjoying how the final result was shaping up. And he would definitely not express in words that he was enjoying the feeling of Aegon's hands tangled up in his hair.
Aegon's fingers continued to work with the long strands of silver hair, twisting and looping them around until he was happy with the final result. He had a big, dumb grin on his face when he allowed Aemond to finally admire the finished product.
Long pigtails tied up with dainty pink bows - that is the image Aemond saw in the mirror when he stopped to admire himself.
Aegon's eyes were fixated on Aemond's every little reaction, clearly craving validation from the prince. To Aemond's displeasure, the king's senses were attuned to reading him like no one else could.
"You like it," Aegon grinned proudly.
"I do not," Aemond grumbled in protest, already feeling defeated.
The king's hands reached out again for Aemond's hair - so neatly arranged in those two adorable pigtails. He ran his palms under each braid, admiring them. Aemond looked precious - all annoyed, his pigtails adorned with pink bows framing his face.
To retain a certain amount of dignity and confidence, Aemond put his eye patch back on, working it around the dainty braids which felt foreign on his head.
"You look pretty," Aegon said softly, leaning in to give Aemond a hug from behind, placing his chin on the top of his head.
Aemond still looked annoyed, but his eye glimpsed at the reflection in the mirror - watching the king's face light up with pride and adoration.
"You will pay for this."
Aemond's declaration sounded less like a menacing threat to Aegon, and more like an exciting promise which made his heart flutter in his chest.
Part 2 - a wild Tialyssa appears
The corridors of the Red Keep always felt dimly lit, even during the day.
Maybe it was the thickness of the stoney walls - always slightly damp - or maybe to Tia and Alyssa, these corridors have always been a place of hiding in plain sight, stealing glances and touches charged with the excitement of nearly getting caught.
"Not now, you dumb slut," Alyssa protested with a mixture of anxious teasing and playfulness, grabbing onto Tia's hand - which had founds its way to her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric of her dress.
"Now," Tia whispered as she leaned closer to her ear, "but not here." There was a spark in her eyes, something that puzzled Alyssa - she could usually understand her paramour from a simple glance, but this was different - she could tell that Tia had another one of her ideas in mind. Something... wild. New.
"Not here?" Alyssa questioned, her voice laced with a slight annoyance, but also curiosity. "Where?"
Tia grinned, and without saying anything she grabbed her paramour by the hand - this time innocently, so no prying eyes could catch on - and she guided her in a direction that would surely add to her confusion.
"Maegor's Holdfast?" Alyssa raised an eyebrow as she followed Tia, trying to keep up with her eager steps. "But that is where the king's and his family's apartments are located."
"Exactly," Tia smirked, looking back at her paramour and clearly enjoying her reaction. "We have received an... invitation."
"From whom?"
"You'll see," Tia simply stated, wanting to allow Alyssa's excitement to build - hopefully that excitement would overpower the slight irritation caused by secrecy.
A few minutes passed until the pair arrived at the king's chambers.
They had clearly been expected.
The kingsguard at the door greeted the two ladies with a slight bow of his head, and opened the thick, oak doors to announce their presence.
"My king, my prince, your guests have arrived."
Alyssa had no time to fully comprehend what was going on by the time Aegon showed up to greet them - cup in hand, already half drunk.
"Ah, sweet ladies! How gracious you are to delight us with your presence this afternoon," he smiled, showing them inside.
Alyssa looked to Tia in search for a reassuring nod - and once she got it, they both entered the king's chambers.
The doors closed behind them as the kingsguard diligently went back to his post.
Part 3 - Tia and Alyssa, Aegon and Aemond
Alyssa looked around, scanning the room. Her eyes quickly landed on prince Aemond, who was sat in a chair at the vanity desk. It was impossible not to notice that his hair was tied up in dainty pigtails, a stark contrast to the menacing eye patch - whose strap was somewhat awkwardly wedged underneath the braids.
She turned to Tia, who had also become focused on the amusing appearance of the prince. She was not sure if she was hoping that her smile would not offend Aemond, or that it would rile him up.
Meanwhile, Aemond was slowly glancing at everyone in the room with a clearly indignat look in his eye - but there was an obvious curiosity there, mixed with his embarrassment of being caught in such a state.
"Lady Alyssa, Lady Tia... I was not aware we had been expecting you," Aemond's smooth voice sounded accusatory as he turned to Aegon. The unspoken message was clear: "you set me up to look like a fool in front of them."
Aegon, feeling a slight buzz from the arbor red he had already begun drinking, understood the message and stepped closer, playfully placing his arms over Tia's and Alyssa's shoulders as he squeezed lightly.
"Fret not, dearest Aemond - you could look worse in front of these young ladies."
Alyssa glanced at the king's arm around her shoulder, her gaze tracing back up to his face. She quickly realized that this operation had been planned by Tia and the king - leaving her and Aemond in the dark.
She didn't mind - surprises like this had often led to exciting outcomes. A small smirk was forming on her lips.
"May I get you ladies some wine?" Aegon gently squeezed their shoulders again, glancing between them. "I have the finest arbor red right here."
"Wouldn't mind a glass," Tia smiled, her eyes falling upon the king's lips for a second, noticing the rich color in them left behind by the wine. He was trying so hard to be a good host. It was adorable, really - and she would allow him to enjoy his control over the situation, just for a little longer...
Because she knew that in a moment it would all crumble to pieces.
"I shall have one too," Alyssa interrupted Tia's thoughts, glancing at Aemond again as the smirk on her lips grew wider - causing Aemond to let out an indignant huff.
The prince stood up from his chair, silently walking to the little round table where the decanters and glasses were located. He poured some wine for the ladies, and another for himself. Since Aegon's glass was already half full somewhere, he went to look for it.
"Well, then..." Aemond begun, raising his cup - his usual sly smirk returning to his face, still framed by the frilly pigtails. "Let us enjoy... whatever this is."
The four of them clinked their glasses together, bringing them to their lips to take a sip.
Soon enough, their lips would touch more than just the cold edge of those wine glasses.
Part 4 - with a bang
Aegon’s voice was the first sound to cut through the silence.
“Do you ladies enjoy my work of art?” he playfully gestured to Aemond’s hair, wine cup still in hand.
“Very pretty,” Tia smiled knowingly into her glass as she took another sip. She glanced at Alyssa, who nodded along in agreement.
Aemond would not allow himself to be humiliated. The corners of his lips were curled into a dangerous smirk, almost predatory.
“Do not be fooled by the pink ribbons,” he spoke lowly, keeping his words short - like a warning and a promise that wanted for more.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Alyssa’s voice had a clear flirtatious undertone as she leaned into the table, resting her face on her hand and twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers.
“Well, I have an announcement to make” the king suddenly stood up, supporting himself by the grip on his chair. He was a bit tipsy already, and a little nervous - trying his best to seem utterly confident.
“My brother has accomplished a fine deed,” he continued. “He has secured Storm’s End to our side - and killed the bastard boy who took his eye.”
Aemond’s face had the slightest twitch to it, a short sign of uncertainty, before it returned to its usual smug expression.
“Is that so?” Alyssa questioned curiously, as both of the ladies turned their attention to Aemond.
The prince had just returned from his mission, which was evident by the clothes he wore: the long leather coat and thick boots to cope with the climate of the Stormlands. He had not bothered to change yet. The girlish hairstyle not only looked ridiculous on his otherwise commanding appearance, it made him more approachable.
“Yes, the bastard is surely dead. As is his sorry excuse for a dragon.”
“A fine snack for Vhagar, eh?” Aegon laughed, refilling his wine glass.
“But there is a catch,” he continued. “He now has to marry one of Lord Borros’ daughters. A small price to pay for such a strong alliance, I should say.”
There was a moment of silence that Aegon allowed to build up, smirking knowingly to Tia - his conspirator in this little operation - before he would speak again.
“So we need to send him off into married life with a bang.”
Aemond’s eye widened at the suggestive tone in his brother’s emphasis on that last word. Even having expected something like this, he didn’t well handle all the attention that was suddenly on him, his confident facade faltering for a moment.
“How do you mean?” he raised an eyebrow, his voice cracking slightly.
Aegon simply grinned in response, and gave Tia the signal. A gentle pat of his index finger to his lower lip.
At which point, Tia suddenly pulled Alyssa’s face in for a kiss, their lips moving in a smooth, sensual dance. Though Alyssa was taken by surprise, she quickly melted into the kiss.
Aemond’s eye widened even more, his lips parting in a stunned expression. How was he supposed to feel about this? How was he so in the dark to everything that was going on?
All he knew was that his heart had started beating faster, his breathing had become labored before he had time to process - and he could not tear away his gaze from the two ladies sharing a heated kiss. His collar felt tight all of a sudden, and he felt the need to swallow.
Aegon raised his cup to his lips, smirking into it as he watched his brother, clearly pleased by his reaction.
Part 5 - you can't do this to me
"Have you never seen two beautiful ladies sharing an intimate passion for each other?" Aegon teased triumphantly.
Aemond was barely snapped out of his trance-like state, answering his brother’s smug question with a quiet, raspy voice:
"Of course I have."
Without breaking away from Alyssa's lips, Tia’s eyelashes fluttered open to check that their plan had been working. She smiled into the kiss as she closed her eyes again, leaning closer to her paramour and slowly let her hands slide down to Alyssa's waist, pulling her in.
Aegon put down his wine glass and stepped closer to his brother, whose heart was beating too fast to even hear the footsteps.
The king gently took the cup from Aemond's hand, tearing it away from his clenched fingers which had tensed up around the stem. Once the cup was back on the table, Aegon lightly embraced him from behind, bringing his face closer to the prince's ear, the tip of which was flushed with the same rosy color that graced his cheeks.
"Something wrong?" he teased, his whispered words making the hairs on Aemond's neck stand on edge.
"Shut up," Aemond's grumble came out weak as he struggled to stay in control of himself.
But the more he watched, the harder it became… in both ways.
Aegon’s hands glided smoothly down his brother’s shoulders and arms. Once he reached the prince’s wrists, he started tracing slow circles with his index fingers, dipping them underneath the long leather sleeves with a teasing touch.
Aemond inhaled somewhat sharply, his breath hitching in his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so hot, a bead of sweat threatening to fall down his forehead.
He was wresting with his own desires.
The moment that Tia broke away from Alyssa’s lips just to quickly climb into the girl’s lap and resume kissing her with a newfound passion was his breaking point. Not only was he entranced by the sight in front of him, he also felt the hot, familiar tickle of Aegon’s hot breath on the side of his neck.
He couldn’t take this anymore…
The prince’s hands twitched as he moved swiftly to take a forceful hold of Aegon’s wrists, turning to the side in his chair.
Aegon let out a quiet, excited gasp. Things were definitely going according to plan…
“You can’t do this to me,” Aemond commanded.
He had forgotten about the ridiculous hairstyle his brother had done for him - knowing full well what would await them later. But he didn’t care - he did not need his hair done a certain way to take control.
Almost as if sensing his this, Aegon decided to play with fire. His hands were firmly locked into his brother’s grip, but his mouth was free. He suddenly lunged for one of Aemond’s pigtails and took it between his teeth, pulling on his hair.
The prince’s cry of pain caused the girls to break their kiss and snap their eyes open, and once they realized what was going on, they giggled.
Aemond had had enough of this…
“All three of you have no idea what you just started,” he warned.
“Then show us…” Aegon enticed, leaning in to lick his brother’s cheek, hoping to rile him up further.
Aemond snapped up to his feet, pulling Aegon along by one wrist - and he gripped the top of the chair where Alyssa sat with Tia in her lap. He dragged the chair back a little, staring at the two girls with a dangerous twinkle in his eye.
Alyssa and Tia were staring up at the prince’s face, trying to hold back their amused smiles and giggles which threatened to escape when his pigtails fell down his shoulders.
Aemond was still holding his brother’s wrist with an iron grip - not that he was fighting against it either way.
The prince reached out with his left hand and tilted Tia’s chin up a little more, staring intently into her eyes.
“Now kiss me,” he demanded.
Part 6 - they are both mine
Tia’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, and she turned her face to press a kiss to Aemond’s fingers as he held her face.
“Is this what you meant, my prince?” she looked up again into his eye, feigning innocence.
"Don't tease my brother like this," Aegon stepped closer as Aemond finally released his wrist.
The king's knees made contact with the floor as he let his body drop next to the chair, supporting himself by his hands on the armrest. His eyes slowly roamed the bodies of the two ladies, going over their beautiful curves, the way that Tia's body fit perfectly on Alyssa's lap.
They would not stay like that for long, however. Aemond would not allow room for his request to be denied after being worked up like this. He grabbed Tia's arm and pulled her away from Alyssa's lap with a more forceful grip than he intended, pressing her to hid body. He put his hand on the back of her head, leaning in closer. Tia's eyes were already half-closed when the prince's lips made contact with hers. Alyssa's taste still lingered on the girl's lips.
Aegon and Alyssa watched as the pair kissed, noting how not even the amusing hairstyle on Aemond's head would hinder the growing passion as their hands grabbed at each other - Aemond holding Tia's face, and Tia's fingers digging into the collar of his leather coat.
Aegon's hand traveled up Alyssa's leg slowly as he made a move, causing the girl to look at him - somewhat pathetically knelt next to her chair.
"Yes, my king?" her lips curled into a playful smirk. Her hand went into his hair, her fingers moving around the silver locks.
Aegon pushed up the bottom of her dress a little bit, revealing her leg. Despite his earlier confidence, his touch was a bit reluctant - but he decided to be bold. He slowly leaned in to press his lips to her thigh. His eyes were wide and pleading when he looked up at the beautiful lady.
"Please?" he asked - his voice soft.
Aemond was torn away from his kiss with Tia at the sound of his brother's voice.
"No. She's mine, too," the prince declared firmly.
Aegon's mouth twisted into a pout.
"You can't have both at the same exact time."
"I can, and I will," Aemond's voice grew possessive. "This is a celebration in my honor."
Aegon's frown deepened, his hand tightening on Alyssa's leg.
"It was my intention that we celebrate together."
Aegon became more and more impatient when nobody said anything for a few moments. The silence was unbearable, and he was getting desperate.
"Who do you want to be with?" he looked up at Alyssa, hoping her answer would be to his satisfaction. Her words however made his eyes widen in disbelief:
"I want to be with Aemond."
Tia giggled, knowing how Aegon's desperation must be by now - but she also knew that her paramour was just teasing him. Unfortunately, the king had no way of being certain.
Aemond however had a smug twist to his lips.
"This... is simply unfair," Aegon whined, his body slumping until his legs were under his thighs, and he dropped back down on the cold marble floor.
The prince didn't want to waste any time, and he pulled Alyssa out of her chair, bringing her closer. He walked a few feet backwards, taking a seat on the bed.
"I want you to kiss her again," he addressed the ladies, feeling the need growing in his body just at the thought of it.
Alyssa smiled. Her arms went around Tia's waist, their bodies making contact as her face leaned in closer, breathing softly just inches away from the girl's lips. She brought her hand to Tia's chin, dragging it down to open her mouth. Then she finally closed the distance, this time taking more control - her tongue pushing forward, tasting her - almost making love to her mouth slowly and sensually.
Aegon watched everything from his seat on the floor, a deep pout on his disappointed face. He wanted to be a part of it so badly.