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It feels like the air stills the second Rhaenyra opens the door.
Haloed under the dim glow of the porch light, is Alicent.
Her best friend, and the woman who's owned her heart since they were children all wrapped up into one. Now stands before her with tears in her eyes, her mascara gone to complete shit looking utterly shattered.
(more like beautifully devastating).
"He—he— in our bed," Alicent chokes out, voice fraying around the edges. "Rhaenyra, he—"
She doesn’t finish.
She doesn’t have to.
The pain in her eyes tells Rhaenyra everything she needs to know, and she pulls Alicent inside and into her arms.
Alicent collapses against her as sobs shudder through her body. Her usual comforting scent is sour, tangled with salt and grief. Rhaenyra only holds her tighter then guides them toward the couch and pulls Alicent onto her lap, steading her even as her pulse roars in her ears. Alicent clutches at her, twisting her fingers in the fabric of Rhaenyra's shirt, hitching between sobs.
"How could he do this to me? To us."
Rhaenyra swallows hard.
She’s asked herself how Criston was ever worthy of Alicent for years.
Because the truth is, he never ever deserved Alicent's brilliance, her fire or how she reframed ordinary moments into extraordinary events in the first place.
And Criston?
Criston Cole is a blob of a human being and a weak, waste of an alpha, as far as Rhaenyra is concerned.
Rhaenyra has known no one has ever really deserved Alicent's attention since the day she smiled at her from across the cafeteria and fundamentally rewired the inside of her twelve year old brain.
And introduced love in her life.
Real, true honest to god love. The kind that settles in your bones and never leaves.
It built quietly over time, from sharing secrets under blankets at sleepovers, in the way Rhaenyra’s hands shook when she asked Alicent to their first school dance (as friends) and she said yes. She loved Alicent during her awkward braces phase, and when she joined the debate team, crushing her opponents (which garnered her quite the hard ass reputation), yet it wasn't long before others started noticing Alicent the way Rhaenyra always had. First up was a beta during their sophomore year, then an omega and another and another - one after the other, people started paying attention to how stunning her friend has always been and lined themselves up for a chance with the beautiful, brilliant Alicent Hightower.
And Rhaenyra stood by, silent and aching.
Until finally Criston came along a few years ago and eventually popped the question.
Alicent showed off the ring and Rhaenyra forced herself to say, "I’m happy for you".
Because Alicent’s happiness mattered more than anything - and the fact that Criston would even think- ! Rhaenyra grunts, feeling the surge of something reckless, something primal rising in her chest the more Alicent cries.
She cups her face, brushing away tears, and locks their gaze, lets herself be honest, and admits everything without so much as a word.
You deserve devotion with someone who sees you the way I do.
Someone ... that is me.
Alicent’s breath catches, brown eyes flickering in recognition, spotting Rhaenyra's want that's always been there and for a split second hesitation —and then—
Alicent kisses her.
Rhaenyra freezes even as her grip tightens on Alicent’s waist. "Ali—" she starts to protest, even as every nerve inside her body ignites like its being set on fire. Alicent doesn’t pull away. Instead she presses closer, lips parting quietly, desperately. "I need," she breathes. "I need you. "
And Rhaenyra—Rhaenyra is lost the moment Alicent leans back in and brushes their lips together.
She's never been great at denying her. If you asked their family and friends, they'd all unanimously agree she was absolute shit at it in fact.
Not when they were kids and Alicent's idea of fun was spending hours in the library, or when she was feeling rebellious against her father and wanted to sneak out past curfew. Or when Rhaenyra considered giving up a scholarship to Yale because it would separate them for the first time in their lives, and Alicent basically cussed her out and threatened to stop talking to her for being so stupid. And after all that rage, at the end of summer she hugged her tight at the airport pressing a clumsy, lingering kiss to her cheek leaving Rhaenyra to hold onto the memory until they were back together again.
And certainly not now that she's getting to experience just how soft Alicent’s lips are, or how desperate she feels against her, fueled by hunger and need as she deepens their kiss, unlocking decades worth of longing inside Rhaenyra. Her fingers tangle in Rhaenyra’s short hair and Rhaenyra groans right into her mouth, as she pulls Alicent’s by her hips closer until their bodies flush against each other. And the heat she feels - that she knows Alicent feels too - is intoxicating. Especially when Alicent grinds down on Rhaenyra’s thigh nearly choking the air from the blonde's lungs. Oh my god!
And when she does it again, it's almost as if she's giving permission to Rhaenyra’s body, allowing every inch of her to wake up. Eyes half cast, witnesses the second Alicent feels the strain against her jeans and the hardened cock beneath, gasping when Alicent moans in return, and shifts her weight to feel the damp heat between Alicent's legs.
Nearly snapping her last restraint.
But she knows better. Losing it while Alicent is hurt, betrayed and desperate to numb her pain is the last thing they should be doing. Not when Alicent isn’t thinking and clearly not herself.
She's spent more than half of her life being a best friend to Alicent to take advantage. "Ali—" Rhaenyra’s voice is rough. "We shouldn’t—" strained when Alicent grinds over her length and trails her lips along Rhaenyra’s jaw.
"Please," she says, voice wrecked. "I don’t want to think. Help me not think."
Fuck.
This is—it's not— Alicent isn’t choosing her. She’s running and seeking comfort in the one person she's always been able to depend on.
It would be dumb to think—
And she would be a mess if—
Rhaenyra has loved Alicent, ached for her for so long. She's torn between being the friend Alicent needs or the pure desire in a lover she wants. And to have her here, now when she's vulnerable and most likely to regret it when clearer minds prevail, would destroy Rhaenyra. Yet as Alicent’s claims her mouth again and slides her tongue against Rhaenyra's, all of her restraint finally snaps. One hand stays firm at Alicent’s waist while the other slides up her soft thigh, and under the skirt of her dress, committing the landscape to memory.
"Tell me to stop," she gives her one final chance. One final moment to run away and pretend this never happened. When no argument comes, her fingertips trace the edge of Alicent's underwear, ghosting faintly over the wet seat she can feel clinging to her skin. Igniting her baser instinct to push toward the front at the proof of the arousal she caused in the omega.
Greedy to feel more of it, she slips her thumb under the fabric, right over Alicent's lips and nearly hisses at the heat she finds there. Alicent shakes in her lap with an all new purpose, jerking her hips forward as she brokenly moans her name.
"Fuck," Rhaenyra breathes, the thirst she hears in Alicent matching perfectly. "You’re—"
Mine.
Alicent’s pants against Rhaenyra's lips, dark eyes blazing into Rhaenyra's as she presses their foreheads together, and rocks her hips to match the pace of Rhaenyra's thumb when the rough pad of her finger catches on to the tip of her clit, she grunts, charging the air into a thick burning fuse as Rhaenyra shifts her panties fully to the side and guides her into a slow roll against the swell of her cock. Encasing Rhaenyra between Alicent's trembling thighs and soaking the denim.
"Feel that?" Rhaenyra rasp against Alicent’s mouth, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and draws out a whimper. "Feel what you do to me?"
Alicent moans, clawing at Rhaenyra’s shoulders as she keens, chasing the pressure coiling in her stomach. Rhaenyra slides her thumb back up to her stiffened clit, and it throbs under her, pulsing as she strokes around the area Alicent desperately needs her. Over and over again, until a pool collects on Rhaenyra's thigh and she can feel her best friend flutter under her touch, like she's begging to be filled. She swears she grows harder at the thought. "All of this is for me?"
Alicent falls forward, her breath coming in ragged as Rhaenyra’s fingers drops to her entrance, teasing entry but never pressing in, never giving Alicent what she needs. "Please—" Alicent chokes out, trying to force contact.
But Rhaenyra savors the way Alicent’s body begs, the way she's dripping for her. The way her nails bite into her shoulders as those desperate sounds fall from her lips over and over again. The way she can practically feel the heat from Alicent bare cunt on her cock only makes Rhaenyra want to take her time so she can properly devour her whole. She presses her lips to the curve of Alicent’s shoulder, sliding her tongue between the valley of her breast and nips at the softness she finds there. Grins when she feels Alicent's grip tighten in her hair and drags the cup Alicent's dress down until her lips circle around a stiff nipple, and sucks.
Alicent’s rhythm falters, as her body bows in Rhaenyra's arms. When Rhaenyra scrapes her teeth against the sensitive bud, all patience is gone as she dips her fingers inside Alicent for the first time and quickly comes to the conclusion that this is how she wants to spend the rest of her life. With Alicent in her arms, desperate and eager for her. "That’s it." Rhaenyra rasps against the swell of her breast, dragging her tongue across to suck at her other one. Groaning as she feels Alicent's tight pussy squeeze her fingers and pull her in more. "Take what you need—fuck yourself on my fingers just like that."
Alicent’s hips jerk forward with a shattered gasp, the spring in her stomach so tight she knows she's seconds away from coming all over Rhaenyra's hand she can almost taste her orgasm. The white, hot pressure builds collecting at the base of her spine as her muscles tighten around Rhaenyra's thick long fingers as if her body is adamant she stays put as Alicent grinds down, chasing the full delicious burn inside.
When Rhaenyra curls her fingers and presses into that spot, Alicent can't hold on anymore. Rhaenyra's name rips from her throat as her back arches high to the ceiling, body locks up as he pussy clenches tighter around Rhaenyra, and tears build behind her eyes for an all new reason. "Look at you," Rhaenyra's voice comes hot in her ear, as Alicent blinks the room back into focus. "Baby, you’re making such a mess all over my hand."
Baby. The word bounces around Alicent’s head, twisting the last drop of her orgasm out. She whimpers, rolling her hips in desperate, uneven circles. "Fuck—" But Rhaenyra isn't done. Far from it in fact and continues to tease spongy softness against her fingertips.
"There?" Rhaenyra presses her palm tight to her clit and moves he hand in sync dragging Alicent quickly back to the brink.
Alicent nods frantically. "Y-yes, there, please—"
Rhaenyra nods, like she's just taken basic instruction from a superior and sucks a nipple back into her mouth, fucking into Alicent like this is all she's meant to be doing since the beginning. The wet, filthy sounds fill the living room mixing with Alicent's moans, and Rhaenyra lets Alicent's nipple fall from her mouth as the brunette's back arches further. A string of saliva keeping them attached as she watches Alicent lose herself, the way her stomach tenses, the way her breast heave as her cunt clenches tight round two of Rhaenyra's digits like it never wants to let go.
"You feel so good," Rhaenyra breathes, watching. "So fucking perfect, taking me like this."
Alicent sobs, her hips faltering, on the edge of coming again but Rhaenyra only pulls her in closer, forcing her to swallow her fingers to the knuckle and Alicent’s breath halts, trapping in her throat as her spine curves tensing like a wire pulled too tight as she shatters for the second time in minutes. It's almost violent the way Rhaenyra makes her cum, her pleasure all consuming as Rhaenyra fucks her through it, dragging out everything she has to offer until she falls limp against Rhaenyra's shoulder, gasping.
Only then does she slow, keeping her fingers buried inside as her lips brush against Alicent’s damp skin.
Alicent’s eyelids flutter, her chest rising and falling as deep uneven breaths fall from her parted lips. She can’t speak, can’t do anything but fist a hand in Rhaenyra’s hair and drag her into a searing kiss, all teeth, tongue and lingering heat.
Rhaenyra circles her fingers before sliding free with a slick drag, slow enough to make Alicent whimper at the loss and quivers, still sensitive from climax but Rhaenyra doesn’t leave her empty for long lifting her wet fingers to her lips, her dark gaze locked onto Alicent’s as she traces her tongue along her middle finger, slowly savoring her taste, in a display of ownership.
A soft hum vibrates in her throat. “And you taste good too.”
Alicent’s breath catches, lips parting as she watches Rhaenyra’s tongue swirl around the pad of her finger then suck it deeper, cheeks hollowing slightly. The sight is filthy. Mesmerizing. It sends a another pulse of heat between Alicent’s thighs.
And of course Rhaenyra knows, she curls her lips and offers her ring finger, hovering just beyond Alicent’s mouth—asking. She leans in, capturing her finger between her teeth, teasing, before drawing it into the heat of her mouth tasting herself and it's intoxicating, tangy sweet. She laps at Rhaenyra’s skin like she’s starving for it and seals her lips tight adding pressure straight from her hand down to Rhaenyra’s hips, jerking them forward.
She groans, and grips Alicent’s curls at her nape, hard enough to make her eyes roll in pleasure. Alicent is aching, hips rolling, seeking the more friction, more of Rhaenyra’s body against hers. She can feel Rhaenyra's length pressing against her, and she needs her desperately. Rhaenyra nips at Alicent’s lower lip, pulling her finger away to kiss her full on as her hips rise in response, pressing hungrily back. Her arms flex around Alicent’s waist, as she stands carrying Alicent with her down the hall keeping their mouths fused in a hungry kiss. Every step sends a delicious heat between their bodies. Alicent’s thighs clench around Rhaenyra’s hips, her dress riding up, core pressed hot against the hard plane of Rhaenyra’s stomach.
The moment they cross the threshold of the bedroom, Rhaenyra slows, lowering Alicent down at the foot of the bed. She slides her arms around Alicent’s waist, and spins her until her back is flush against her front. A gasp tares from Alicent as Rhaenyra’s teeth scrape the curve of her neck, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird beneath her skin.
Mine.
The word pounds through Rhaenyra again, her instinct demanding she bite down, claim what has rightfully been hers all along. She inhales, pressing herself to control the baser side but just barely, and sucks a bruising kiss into Alicent’s throat right below her scent gland as her hands roam with intent.
“You’re so fucking soft,” Rhaenyra's palms glide up to Alicent’s breasts, the weight a perfect heaviness in her palms and she pinches her nipples, rolling them as Alicent arches into her touch.
Her lips curve into a wicked smile at Alicent's responsive to her touch and drags one hand down her body, savoring every inch and memorizing all of her for what could very well be the only time. The dip of her waist, the sinful flare of her hips—Christ, she’s dreamed of this for years, even if the circumstances aren't perfect, none of that matters now, not when Alicent is here, dripping and willing.
Rhaenyra’s heartbeat thrums with the kind of hunger only years of denial can breed.
She hooks the hem of Alicent’s dress and pushes it up exposing creamy skin inch by torturous inch until her underwear comes into view, and drags a low moan from Rhaenyra. “You're so fucking sexy, Ali. Baby,” she murmurs, directly in her ear and there's that word again, soaking Alicent for the second time that night. Right below her navel, Rhaenyra drags her fingers along the waistband before dipping inside to the wet heat waiting for her releasing mutuals sounds of want from both and Rhaenyra really cant take it anymore, gripping the sides of the flimsy cotton and yanking, tearing them away with more force than she anticipated.
Alicent gasps, her body arching as cool air kisses her skin and Rhaenyra doesn’t give her a second to adjust, sliding between Alicent’s thighs with a rough groan as slick heat coats her fingers. “I’ll buy you a new pair, promise,” Rhaenyra purrs, circling Alicent's clit in filthy strokes to make up for her aggression.
Alicent whimpers, breath caught in her chest as Rhaenyra’s touch sets her on fire.
Then Rhaenyra’s hands glide higher, taking her dress and letting it whisper to the floor. A firm palm places against the small of Alicent’s back and bends her forward, down onto the bed and Alicent’s perfect ass sways in the air in invitation.
Rhaenyra bites her lip hard enough to sting, cock aching in her jeans as she drinks in the sight before her. Finally.
After a million stolen glances, and nights spent imagining the exact shade of pink between Alicent’s thighs, here she is. Spread out, flushed and ready for her. Rhaenyra’s fingers dig into the softness of Alicent’s hips.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Rhaenyra roughly states. She crouches down, and drags her tongue along the seam of Alicent’s thigh, relishing in the taste before tracing upward, over the curve of her ass and presses a kiss to the small of Alicent’s back making her shiver. Groaning at her taste, salivating at her smell so close, and wet. She grips her cheeks and spreads her open, and—fuck—the sight alone is enough to make her release then and there. Alicent’s pussy is glistening, dripping as her folds part in invitation and before she knows it, she's leaning in, stiffening her tongue against Alicent’s entrance in one filthy stroke, drinking her in straight from the source.
Alicent curses, loudly, her hips push back against Rhaenyra’s mouth like she can’t help it. The mattress muffles her moans as she buries her face in it, twisting her fingers in the sheets. Rhaenyra groans against her, the vibration wringing another desperate sound from Alicent. She grips her hips tighter, holding her in place as she laps her up in deep, steady strokes that have Alicent’s thighs shaking.
Rhaenyra kneels behind her on the floor like she’s in worship, and maybe she is because when Alicent curls lower on the mattress, and pushes her ass higher as if she's presenting herself to her alpha, Rhaenyra thinks this must be heaven. The way her omega opens for her, the way she grinds back against Rhaenyra, chasing every flick and thrust of her tongue, it’s fucking perfect. Rhaenyra drags her tongue down to circle her clit, sucking it between her lips and Alicent’s cries as her entire body tenses, leaking all over Rhaenyra's chin.
"That’s it," Rhaenyra growls. The words feel like they’re vibrating inside Alicent, sending another sharp tremor through her. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you come on my tongue."
And when Alicent does, her body bows tightly leaving only her hips to stay in place thanks to Rhaenyra’s grip as her body jerks uncontrollably against the blonde's face, and Rhaenyra doesn’t relent. She devours her. Sucking her stiffened click with more intent before dragging her tongue back up to drink down every last drop of Alicent’s climax until her moans fracture into sobs, until her fingers twist in the sheets, pulling a corner loose, until she collapses, gasping, onto the sheets.
Rhaenyra pull back, lips glistening, breath ragged and she drags the back of her hand across her mouth and licks that too, refusing to let a drop go to waste.
She is throbbing.
Her palm slides possessively up the inside of Alicent’s thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin there, over the round swell of her ass cheek and slaps it lightly, testing Alicent's reaction who whimpers in response. Rhaenyra moans, feeling as ruined as the omega looks, spread out and trembling, eyes glassy and unfocused. Her wild curls are a tangled mess from Rhaenyra’s hands and the relentless pleasure wrung out from her. Help me forget echoes in Rhaenyra's mind and she's only a few steps closer to accomplishing her goal.
Alicent watches through heavy-lidded eyes as Rhaenyra grips the base of her cock through the outline of her jeans, tightening around the length as she strokes herself to ease the inevitable before standing up and lifts her t-shirt off and unbuckles her jeans, sliding them and her briefs down before sliding out of Alicent’s sight briefly. When she returns, the condom stretches taut over her length and Alicent can feel herself pulse at the sight, at the thick vein running atop down to her dripping head, pulsing red. Rhaenyra braces a knee on the mattress, right outside of Alicent’s hip and it dips under the pressure of her weight as she drags the tip through Alicent’s soaked folds, pressing in collecting the wetness she finds there and groans at the sensation she feels burning through the latex. It's almost too much as she spreads it over Alicent’s needy cunt before pulling back just enough to slap it lightly against her entrance.
The sound is a filthy, sharp, wet smack that makes Alicent choke back a moan as her hips hump back, begging. Rhaenyra's transfixed by Alicent’s arousal clinging to her cock in glistening strands, the sight making her stomach and teeth clench in unison.
“Fuck,” Rhaenyra growls, her voice rough. “Baby.”
Alicent whines, her back arching deeper, tilting her ass up even more in shameless offering. She is desperately in need of Rhaenyra to enter her. To fuck her.
Rhaenyra grips Alicent’s hip while the other guides herself forward, the broad head of her cock pressing against Alicent's entrance and the first inch is pure bliss —Rhaenyra cries out as Alicent’s tight sheath swallows the rest of her greedily, her walls clamping down like a vice. Rhaenyra inhales sharply, her muscles tensing as she bottoms out, balls slapping against Alicent as every inch sinks inside, stretching Alicent open as she take every thick inch.
A ragged pants punches out of Alicent. “Oh— oh fuck —” as she moans, she's so full. The stretch of Rhaenyra inside burns so perfectly. It’s overwhelming, the way she grips Rhaenyra’s cock like it was made just for her.
Rhaenyra leans over her, her free hand slides up Alicent’s spine, twisting in Alicent’s curls. “You're taking me so fucking well,” she murmurs darkly with approval, pulling back almost all the way, that only the tip remains before thrusting in with a sharp snap of her hips.
Alicent’s scream tears through the room, raw and unfiltered. The muscles in her stomach clench as her nails bite into the sheets hard enough to rip.
Rhaenyra doesn’t relent, she can’t. Not when Alicent feels this good around her, this wet, this merciless grip that refuses to let all of Rhaenyra go. Every move is calculated, brutally perfect as she drives deeper, as Alicent clings and whimpers. The slap of their skin meeting creates a loud echoing sound as Rhaenyra’s cock continuously punches the breath from Alicent’s lungs, stroking over that sweet, swollen spot inside her making the omega's entire body shake under her. Alicent is leaking slick dripping with arousal all over her thighs and the blonde's pelvis, clenching around her like she’s trying to milk Rhaenyra dry.
And Rhaenyra fucks her like she’s trying to brand herself into Alicent’s bones. Like she's trying to ruin her for anyone else, especially if that someone is Criston.
“I—I’m gonna—!” Alicent sobs. She’s quaking, her orgasm right on the horizon and coiling like a live wire in the pit of her stomach, she’s so close - she’s -
But Rhaenyra wont allow it. Not yet.
Cruelly, she stills her hips abruptly and grinds down. Denying Alicent. The shift is agonizing, the thick length of Rhaenyra’s cock lodged inside her, pressing mercilessly against the oversensitive patch inside Alicent that's making her vision white out.
“Not yet,” Rhaenyra digs possessively into Alicent’s hips, holding her still. “Stay with me a little longer. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Alicent whines, high and broken, she's strung so tight on the edge. She’s close, all it would take - all it would take -! Rhaenyra holds right on the precipice until Alicent’s entire world narrows to the thick length inside of her and the heat of Rhaenyra’s breath against her neck.
“Good girl,” Rhaenyra growls, rewarding her with a slow, filthy roll of her hips, the thick ridge of her cock drags against Alicent’s walls in a way that makes Alicent collapse under Rhaenyra, curling her toes. “You’re such a good fucking girl for me.”
Alicent’s breath comes in ragged gasps, her skin on fire. She tries to rock back, but Rhaenyra’s grip tightens.
“Ah-ah,” Rhaenyra murmurs, her voice a velvet threat. “Be good.”
Tears prick Alicent’s eyes, she can't -she cant hold on anymore. It’s the only thing she wants, the ache worsening when Rhaenyra pulls out, leaving the head of her cock to catch on Alicent’s swollen entrance before sinking back in with a swift torturous glide, leaning down to brush her lips against the shell of Alicent’s ear. “Beg me for it.”
The words fall from Alicent without preamble. “Please-fuck—please let me come,” Alicent nearly screams, voice raw. “Please , let me come —”
Rhaenyra grunts, cock twitching inside her as she starts to fuck her again, snapping her hips harshly in and out, moaning with Alicent as the omega’s pussy never truly lets her get far before sucking her all the way back in.
“But you’re so pretty like this,” Rhaenyra moans, her free hand sliding up to cup Alicent’s breast, her thumb flicks over a nipple, rolling it between her fingers. “Desperate for me. You really can’t hold on any longer, can you?”
Alicent sobs, her pussy clamping down at the feel and the words falling from her friends mouth. She’s wound so tight she feels like she might actually break at any second.
When Rhaenyra finally relents.
“Come,” she growls roughly, snapping her hips. “Come for me, Ali.”
Alicent shatters.
Her orgasm crashes through her, her back bowing up until all of her is pressed to all of Rhaenyra like a second skin as she screams loud enough to shake the walls.
Rhaenyra’s neighbors could hear her.
The whole goddamn city could hear her for all she cared.
No other orgasm has ever felt so good.
She's clenching around Rhaenyra relentlessly, draining Rhaenyra for all she's worth as her orgasm triggers Rhaenyra’s own climax. Her knot swells, bracing against Alicent, slipping inside with minimal resistance as if Alicent's body needed that too and locks them together as she empties what feels like a lifetime inside condom pulling every last aftershocks from the base of her spine to crown of her head. She sinks her teeth into Alicent’s shoulder to muffle her own scream, her sight nearly blinding out she's coming so hard.
For a long, breathless moment, they stay like that; shaking and spent, tied together as Rhaenyra eases them back down to the bed and wraps her arms possessively around Alicent.
Around her omega.
The next morning, Rhaenyra wakes with a soft body pressed against her and a mouthful of curls.
Pale sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting light across the rumpled sheets where she lies tangled. For one disorienting moment, she wonders if last night had been a fever dream, another one of those aching fantasies her mind conjures up during weak, lonely moments.
But then she shifts.
And oh.
That's definitely a body sprawled across her. Warm, solid and real. Alicent’s cheek is smushed against Rhaenyra’s bare chest, her breath slow and even as a quiet snore escapes, a thin trail of drool glistens on Rhaenyra’s skin.
Holy shit.
Rhaenyra squeezes her eyes shut as if it might reset reality. But the dull ache between her thighs, the soreness in her shoulders —
Last night happened.
It actually happened.
She opens her eyes again, and stares at the ceiling as if it might offer some kind of explanation but when none comes, she carefully looks down.
And Alicent is there.
Waking up beside Alicent isn’t new. They’ve shared beds a thousand times over in their friendship during sleepovers as kids, almost all of their college visits, and a plethora of lazy Sundays after failed movie marathons.
But never naked and intertwined with the scent of sweat and sex still clinging to the sheets. The unmistakable evidence of what they’d done, of what Rhaenyra had done throbs dully, like she's been drained to completion.
Fuck.
Alicent stirs slightly, nuzzling closer, her fingers flexing against Rhaenyra’s ribs like she’s subconsciously seeking more contact.
Rhaenyra freezes.
Because ... because last night, Alicent had been heartbroken. Vulnerable, and clearly not thinking straight.
And Rhaenyra had let it happen. Had encouraged her by kissing her back, touching her. Had taken her, even as some small guilty part of her whispered that this is wrong.
But god, it hadn’t felt wrong. Nothing had ever felt more right.
Alicent’s lips on hers, her hands fisted in Rhaenyra’s hair, the way she begged her, "please" like it was the only word left in her. Alicent sighs in her sleep, curling her fingers tighter around Rhaenyra as if even unconscious, she’s reluctant to let go.
And Rhaenyra should move.
She needs to move.
To breathe.
To think —
Yeah. Think. About what comes next. About what the hell they’ve done.
Carefully, she slips out from under Alicent’s weight, holding her breath as she eases away. Alicent stirs slightly, but only to clutch the pillow tighter and bury her face into it with a soft, sleepy grunt.
Rhaenyra, stark naked as the day she was born, nearly trips in her plan to escape but catches herself just in time as she topples off the edge of the bed.
Real fucking graceful.
She freezes, watching Alicent for any sign she’s woken up but nothing. She's still asleep. Still oblivious.
Still here.
Rhaenyra exhales shakily and tiptoes backward to the bathroom, her bare feet silently skating across the hardwood. The moment the door clicks shut, she presses her forehead against it, sucking in a breath like she’s been drowning.
Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. Fuuck.
She leans back, slapping both hands to her cheeks, and stares at her own wide-eyed reflection in the mirror. "Fuck," she whispers, as if the word might make sense of any of this.
It doesn’t.
Because Alicent kissed her. Alicent touched her and Rhaenyra had let her. Had given in. And taken everything she’d ever wanted without stopping to ask if Alicent would still want this —her— in the morning.
She turns on the faucet, splashing cold water on her face like it might shock her back into reality.
It doesn’t help.
Her skin still burns with the memory of Alicent’s mouth. Her thighs still ache from the way Alicent had clung to her. Her heart —
Her heart feels wild and reckless. Her instinct growling and pounding inside of her, upset that she's questioning last night at all. As if it knows this might be the only time she gets to feel this way about the omega currently passed out a couple feet away.
But what happens when Alicent wakes up, when she remembers, what then? Will she see Rhaenyra, her best friend? Or will she see the woman who took advantage of her?
Rhaenyra grips the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening. "No." She tells herself firmly, shaking her head as she grabs the toothpaste.
This is Alicent.
And while last night was ... a lot, there's no way they'll let a little sex ruin everything they've built over two decades worth of friendship.
Will it be awkward? Oh, for sure. For the next few days—weeks, maybe even months but it was just one time. And sometimes, best friends accidentally slip up and sleep together.
Out of convenience. And comfort. Or sheer emotional exhaustion.
Yeah. That’s all it was.
A really convenient way to relieve stress and distract Alicent from the grief of ending an engagement. Yeah, it's just one friend helping another through a moment of crisis. A totally normal, platonic, no-big-deal thing.
Her reflection in the mirror rolls its eyes as she aggressively scrubs her teeth.
She knows it's bullshit.
Last night was not convenient. It was not platonic. And it sure as hell was a very big deal because when Alicent looked at her like Rhaenyra was the only thing keeping her from falling apart, she took it seriously. When Alicent had moaned for her and Rhaenyra moaned in return, she gave her everything because it would be the only time she’d be allowed.
She spits into the sink, rinsing her mouth with a bitterness that has nothing to do with toothpaste.
She can lie to herself all she wants but the truth is, she wants last night to have meant something.
She groans, rubbing her face with both hands then placing her toothbrush back on its charger. Moving toward the walk-in just off the bathroom, she throws on an old t-shirt and shorts before quietly stepping back into the bedroom. She holds her breath as she finds Alicent still asleep, sprawled across the king sized bed like she owns it, which, given how thoroughly she’d claimed Rhaenyra last night, she does.
Act natural. Just act natural.
Moving carefully around the room, she gathers their discarded clothes from the floor. Her clothes go in the hamper without thought and Alicent’s wrinkled dress gets folded neatly and placed on the chair by the window. Her heels placed carefully at its feet.
Then she sees them.
Alicent’s panties.
The ones she had ripped off last night in a moment of desperation.
Her face burns.
Before she can stop herself, she lifts the soft fabric between her fingers. The faint trace of Alicent’s scent still clings to them, smelling of her intoxicating sex, warm and hers.
Rhaenyra breath catches.
Then—
A loud, unexpected snore startles her.
She jumps, heart lurching into her throat as if she’s just been caught doing something unforgivable, the cotton slips from her fingers as Alicent snores again, rolling onto her side, blissfully unaware.
Creep. You’re a creep.
Mortified, she snatches the panties off the floor and shoves them into the trash can like they’re evidence of a crime and all but flees the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
The kitchen is a sanctuary of normalcy.
She moves on autopilot, cracking eggs into a bowl, and lays out bacon in a skillet before popping biscuits into the oven. The coffee machine gurgles to life, filling the apartment with its rich, grounding aroma.
This is fine.
This is normal.
She’s made breakfast for Alicent a hundred times before. The fact that Alicent is currently naked in her bed doesn’t change anything.
Except her hands won’t stop shaking and every time she blinks, she sees Alicent’s face twisted in pleasure, hears her breathless sighs. She glances at the bedroom door, half terrified, half desperate for it to open.
She flips the bacon over, the sizzle loud in the quiet morning.
Everything is fine.
Everything is normal.
The coffee finishes brewing and she pours two mugs full, Alicent takes hers with cream and just a hint of sugar.
Rhaenyra stares at the second mug then with a slow exhale, adds sugar.
When breakfast is nearly done, Rhaenyra has just drizzled melted brown sugar over the golden tops of the biscuits when she hears the shower turn on in her bathroom and she gulps, grip tightening around the spoon.
Everything is fine.
She forces herself to focus, whisking eggs and adding salt, pepper and a generous handful of shredded cheese. The mixture sizzles as it hits the skillet, swirling in melted butter. By the time she plates two servings of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and the caramelized biscuits, the bedroom door creeks open.
Alicent steps out, dressed in Rhaenyra’s clothes, her damp hair dripping down her shoulders like she hadn’t even bothered with a towel.
Rhaenyra’s breath catches and she nearly drops the plate in her hands but manages to recover, sliding it onto the kitchen island just as Alicent takes a seat.
“H-hey.”
“Morning.”
Alicent’s cheeks flush, and that eases something in Rhaenyra’s chest. At least she won’t be the only one acting weird.
“How’d you sleep?”
The blush on Alicent’s face deepens. Her brown eyes flicker down to her plate, and instead of answering, she picks up her fork and stabs into the eggs. Fair enough.
Rhaenyra sets a mug of coffee in front of her and Alicent hums in quiet thanks then comes the real test.
Rhaenyra rounds the kitchen island, hesitating. Should she take the stool right next to Alicent, like always? Or skip one, and give her space?
You're being stupid. Stop being stupid.
She forces herself to slide into her usual spot, their elbows nearly brushing. Alicent tenses just for a second before exhaling, her shoulders relaxing as Rhaenyra settles in beside her.
Silence stretches, broken only by the clink of silverware. Rhaenyra cuts open her biscuit, and spreads a tea spoon of honey inside and a dollop clings to her finger, without thinking, she licks it off—
“Hhk—” Alicent chokes beside her, coughing violently into her fist.
Rhaenyra’s eyes widen. “Shit, you okay?” She reaches out, patting Alicent’s back, but she waves her off, face burning.
“I’m fine—I’m fine,” she rasps, taking a frantic gulp of coffee, hissing when the heat touches her tongue and coughs some more.
Worried Alicent's is seconds away from coughing to death, Rhaenyra lightly thumps her back, freezing when she notices the deep red crawling its way up from Alicent's neck to the tips of her ears as if—
Oh.
Alicent is flustered.
From watching her.
Her gaze darts to Rhaenyra’s mouth, then away quickly.
And suddenly, Rhaenyra remembers the way Alicent had kissed her last night. The way her teeth had scraped over Rhaenyra’s bottom lip. The way she’d moaned when Rhaenyra had licked her fingers clean of her.
Now its her face heating up. She clears her throat, and picks up her fork, gripping it a little too tightly.
“Um,” she starts, trying to fill the silence. “Can I, uh… get you some water?”
Alicent stares at her then, miraculously, she laughs a soft, disbelieving sound. “No,” she says. “No, I'm fine now. Thanks.”
Rhaenyra nods, relief flooding her.
Maybe they’ll be okay.
Maybe they’ll figure this out.
Or maybe they’ll just keep stealing glances over breakfast, pretending their hands aren’t shaking, pretending Alicent isn’t staring at Rhaenyra’s mouth like she’s remembering the exact way it felt against her.
Maybe they’ll pretend, just for a little longer, that last night didn’t change everything.
But Rhaenyra risks another glance and Alicent’s lips are parted, breath uneven and Rhaenyra knows they’re both thinking about it too.
They finish eating in silence, the clink of silverware too loud between them. Alicent takes it upon herself to clean up. Normally, one cooks, the other cleans but this time Rhaenyra can tell this isn’t out of habit. Alicent moves stiffly across her kitchen, stacking plates and keeping her gaze fixed anywhere but on Rhaenyra. The only full sentence she’s managed so far is a mumbled "thanks for cooking breakfast," spoken to the sink rather than to her.
And Rhaenyra can’t take it anymore. She leans against the counter across from where Alicent loads the dishwasher, arms folded, watching, and before she can second guess herself, takes the plunge.
"So, are we going to talk about last night, or…?"
Alicent freezes mid-motion, the plate in her hand hovering over the rack. For a heartbeat, she doesn’t move. Then, slowly, she closes the dishwasher and turns to face Rhaenyra fully and she straightens, forcing herself to be braver than how she truly feels.
"What’s there to talk about?" Alicent says, carefully neutral.
Rhaenyra sighs, uncrossing her arms. She feels dangerously close to throwing an adult tantrum complete with whining and stomping her foot—the whole shebang. "Alicent."
Alicent exhales, flushing more. "Sorry. Sorry." She drags a hand through her damp curls, like she’s steeling herself. "So…" Rhaenyra nods, leaning back against the counter. Alicent mirrors her, arms folded tight over her chest.
"Last night really happened," Rhaenyra says, letting her gaze drag slowly down Alicent’s body lingering on the marks peeking out from the shirt collar, the faint bruises where her mouth had claimed parts that were not hers to claim.
Alicent swallows. "...Yeah." Her arms drop from their defensive position to twist nervously at the hem of her shirt.
Rhaenyra can’t help it, she grins, injecting a bit of levity. "Loudly." Alicent’s mouth drops open slightly then after a beat, breaks into a smile before covering her face in embarrassment. "My neighbors are probably drafting a petition to have me evicted me as we speak," Rhaenyra adds, grinning wider when Alicent whines behind her hands.
Slowly she drops them to reveal even redder cheeks and a soft grin spreading across her face. "Yeah … sorry about that. I’m usually not so … vocal."
"Oh, I don’t know," Rhaenyra muses, nudging her foot playfully against the brunette's. "I think you sounded perfectly natural."
Alicent’s blush deepens, but she doesn’t look away this time, biting her lip.
The air between them shifts, the awkwardness melting into something warm and familiar because this is still Alicent , still them , still the same two people who’ve laughed and bickered and been stupid together for countless years.
Only now, there’s this.
Now, there’s the memory of Alicent’s hands digging into her shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in her skin and how she arched into Rhaenyra’s touch, moaning her name. And the sight of her afterwards — completely satisfied, and ruined like Rhaenyra had woken something new inside of her and will forever remain implanted in the alpha's core.
Alicent exhales, slumping. "Are we going to be okay?"
Rhaenyra reaches out, takes one of Alicent's hands and pulls her closer. Alicent only hesitates for a moment before stepping into her space, their bodies bumping together as Rhaenyra looks into her eyes.
"I think so," Rhaenyra murmurs, thumb brushing over Alicent’s knuckles.
Alicent smiles, relief steadily encompassing her. Hopeful that what she says is true.
