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It was always like this. Rhaenyra relied on the routine of it all, and Alicent relied on the release. Morally, it was completely wrong, but it is tough to say either of them cared enough.
It was quite literally clockwork. It is 11:45 on Saturday, and it’s Alicent’s week with the boys. Rhaenyra learned to spot her rather quickly, eyeing her from her seat in the lifeguard tower and patiently waiting for that grueling fifteen minutes to pass until her break. Alicent knew exactly what she was doing from the moment their affair started, as if she had done it hundreds of times before. By now, they had done it at least a dozen times, but with the split custody, she came around less.
Rhaenyra knows better than to fix her eyes on her, but it’s almost as if Alicent makes it more and more difficult every other weekend. Alicent pretends not to notice the times Rhaenyra’s eyes do fall on her, but she knows. She’s wearing little more than a bikini and a dark yet sheer cover-up hanging loosely over her shoulders, and Rhaenyra thinks such a cover-up is something to be seen only in a lingerie set.
It’s the worst and the best part. Rhaenyra glances over every now and again as the clock ticks on, Alicent checks her watch and waits for noon, and both of them grow painfully desperate as the minutes pass. Rhaenyra likes her desperate. It almost completes the fantasy. Almost. Somewhere deep in her, there’s an overwhelming desire to take things to the next level, to see each other outside of the little office Rhaenyra fucks her in on the much too infrequent Saturday.
Alicent knows what Rhaenyra wants, and she dangles it in front of her like a prize she will always chase but never win. Ask me again next time, she’ll say, and Rhaenyra will ask her again next time because there’s always a next time. Both of them have grown to need the next time, which is why it’s so confusing why it can’t happen more often.
It’s Rhaenyra’s turn not to look at her, and Alicent admires the way her short, silver-blonde hair glistens in the sunlight. It’s damning how attractive Rhaenyra is. The ever present knot in the pit of Alicent’s stomach is evidence enough.
11:50. Rhaenyra is still doing her job. She takes it seriously enough for what it is, even though most of what she does is blow the whistle and yell at kids to stop running. It’s monotonous, yet important. She knows this. She also knows Alicent is looking at her, which is exactly what she wants. They take turns eyefucking each other, the clock strikes noon, they escape into the lifeguard office, and then they come out and pretend nothing happened. Rhaenyra would like to say she sets her thoughts on someone else the thirteen days in between encounters, but she doesn’t. Every time they do this, it only ends in Rhaenyra wanting more and Alicent giving her false hope.
Alicent likes the thought of having a twenty-something year old lifeguard available to her whenever she truly desires, but she also likes keeping Rhaenyra on her toes. Regardless, Rhaenyra will be here waiting, and she’ll never say no. It doesn’t matter what Alicent gives or doesn’t give because nothing will change. Being a parent has taught her patience, which is a trait she’s trying to pass on in her own twisted way.
11:55. The last five minutes are always the slowest. It almost hurts. Rhaenyra watches the way Alicent is laid out on the lounge chair, her body all but exposed as she carefully caresses her thigh. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and it makes Rhaenyra crazy. She’s poised, calm and collected, and she can almost see the white knuckles of Rhaenyra’s grip on her own knee. Alicent likes her in the lifeguard uniform. Something about the short shorts and the tank top make Rhaenyra’s body look stunning. Her toned arms and legs are always easy on the eyes.
11:58. Rhaenyra likes the way Alicent’s body moves as she slowly stands up and makes her way to the back, falling just out of sight as Rhaenyra turns her head a little too obviously in her direction.
Noon. Finally. Rhaenyra climbs down from the tower and allows her replacement to come up before speeding off in Alicent’s direction, maximizing the half hour they have before everything is back to the way it was.
Alicent is leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed, looking as though a cigarette was the only thing missing. “Long time, no see,” Rhaenyra says, bracing one hand next to Alicent’s head and using her other hand to ghost her fingertips over Alicent’s bare waist.
“Same time, no see, baby. Did you forget? Every other weekend. No more, no less,” Alicent responds, nearly smiling as she gets close to Rhaenyra’s lips, backing away when the blonde chases her. “You know better,” she chastises, gripping Rhaenyra’s chin in her hand. Her hand moves down against Rhaenyra’s chest to push her back fully. “Down, boy. Not too close when we can be seen.”
Rhaenyra tugs her into the lifeguard office, wishing she could take Alicent’s hair down from the bundle of curls spilling out from the claw clip at the back of her head, but that felt a touch too intimate for what this was. She draws the blinds and locks the door before pulling Alicent in for a kiss. It’s chaste at first, but Alicent deepens it almost immediately, seemingly being the only one of the two of them concerned about the time limit. Rhaenyra’s tongue presses on Alicent’s bottom lip, a bid for entry that is granted with enthusiasm.
Alicent moans softly at the feeling of Rhaenyra’s tongue passing against hers, the feeling of her bottom lip being sucked between Rhaenyra’s teeth and pulling her closer. As much as she enjoys kissing the younger woman, they only have so much time. “Twenty-five minutes, love,” she says, pulling away but allowing Rhaenyra’s hands to keep their place on her waist. “Get to work.”
She lets Rhaenyra take control, bending her over the desk and leaving a trail of kisses down her back as the other woman all but yanks the bottom piece of the garment down to her ankles. Rhaenyra lifts Alicent’s hips and applies pressure to the small of Alicent’s back, her other hand dipping into Alicent’s soaked folds.
“You’re always so ready for me,” Rhaenyra says, teasing at Alicent’s entrance and clit.
“Fuck me, Rhaenyra,” Alicent breathes out in desperation. “Please.”
Rhaenyra presses into her with two fingers, leaning over and pressing her front against Alicent’s back. “I like it when you beg, pretty girl.”
“Don’t– fuck, don’t get used to it.”
Rhaenyra fucks into her at a ruthless pace while continuing to brush against her clit with her thumb. It’s just enough to send Alicent reeling, her knees buckling as she moans with her head pressed against the desk.
If Rhaenyra could, she would cover Alicent’s mouth, but her other hand is occupied holding Alicent’s waist to keep her where she wants her. “I love those pretty sounds you make for me, but you need to be quiet, baby.” The pet name means a lot more to Rhaenyra than it does to Alicent.
Alicent bites her lip and whimpers as Rhaenyra adds a third finger with the next inward thrust. The way Rhaenyra was controlling her body down to the sounds clawing their way from her throat of their own volition was undeniably arousing.
Rhaenyra likes when Alicent is loud, but she likes it even more when Alicent is forced to control herself, reduced to whining and pleading for more of whatever Rhaenyra will give. She often deludes herself into thinking Alicent loves her for the seconds leading to the moment she comes. It's nice to feel needed.
The feeling of her encroaching orgasm has Alicent gripping the edge of the desk so hard her nails must be leaving indentations in the wood as Rhaenyra holds her in place. “So fucking good for me,” Alicent says breathlessly. It's all Rhaenyra really wants to hear.
Alicent gasps when she comes, still doing her absolute best to stay quiet as she spills down her thighs and Rhaenyra’s hand. Rhaenyra slows her pace and pulls out, and Alicent groans at the sudden emptiness. Though Rhaenyra had pushed off of her, she was still bent over the desk, looking over her shoulder and watching the blonde lick her hand clean of Alicent’s desire. “Be a good boy and clean me up, too.”
With that, Rhaenyra drops to her knees, wrapping her hands around Alicent’s thighs and licking the inside of them, working her way up to her core slowly but surely. Alicent shudders when Rhaenyra’s tongue does make contact with her cunt, still sensitive from only a moment ago, but Rhaenyra is nothing if not adaptable, so she's gentle as she cleans up the remnants of their biweekly encounter.
Rhaenyra eventually stops and pulls up Alicent’s bottoms, leaving one last kiss on her hips before backing away entirely while the other woman finishes recovering. She takes pride in the way Alicent displays a slight struggle when she stands up. A moment of silence passes as they catch their breath.
“What, you're not gonna ask if you can see me outside of here?” Alicent asks, confused at the change in the very particular routine.
“I'll ask next time,” Rhaenyra winks, earning an amused huff from Alicent.
Alicent searches for something on the desk, pulling a sticky note and a pen in front of her and scrawling out her phone number. “You’re learning. I like that,” she smirks as she passes the paper into Rhaenyra's hand. “Call me sometime and fuck me in a bed.”
She leaves a kiss on Rhaenyra's cheek before stepping out, composing herself before she returns to her chair.
Rhaenyra still has ten minutes of her break left, and despite the phone number in her hand, mourns the loss of Alicent near her. There's something uniquely different about the way Alicent makes her feel, as if she's special but not quite special enough. Perhaps that will change now. Rhaenyra may fuck her on occasion, but it’s Alicent who has the real power.
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Alicent was always very particular in what she wanted and what she said. She told Rhaenyra to call her, which meant she wasn’t replying to the slew of text messages she received from none other than a certain lifeguard. The worst part was she wanted to reply, especially to the unsolicited ab photos Rhaenyra sent, but she had a standard to uphold.
By the time Rhaenyra did actually call, Alicent picked up the phone a little too quickly for her liking. It looked desperate, and Alicent Hightower did not see herself as desperate, regardless of what Rhaenyra liked to think.
“Hello?”
“I was starting to think you didn’t miss me,” Rhaenyra said in lieu of a greeting, confirming to Alicent she answered with a little too much speed.
“Do you think I need you?” Alicent was nothing if not condescending, and sometimes it was almost funny how fast Rhaenyra would fold after a little bit of bullying.
“Of course not, but you want me, don’t you?”
The slight insecurity in Rhaenyra’s tone was exactly what Alicent wanted to hear. Alicent wasn’t desperate for Rhaenyra’s attention, Rhaenyra was desperate for Alicent’s validation. “Why don’t you come over and find out?”
It didn’t take long for Rhaenyra to show up at the door, and admittedly, it was a little strange for Alicent to let her into her rather sizable home instead of being pulled into a tiny, damp office. This… thing they had felt terribly real all of a sudden. A pang of nervousness twisted in her gut, but she wouldn’t show it. Alicent had to not only emulate but exceed Rhaenyra’s confident persona. She wanted full control at all times.
“It’s nice to see you,” Rhaenyra says as soon as she steps in, her hands quickly finding their way to Alicent’s waist. Alicent was wearing little more than a plain white tank top and short, denim shorts.
“Nice of you to call.” Alicent brushes a few strands of hair out of Rhaenyra’s face, looking everywhere but her eyes. Her eyes traveled down, giving Rhaenyra a once over and taking in the sight of her in something other than a lifeguard uniform. It was interesting to see her in some band t-shirt and gray sweatpants with a backpack hooked on one shoulder. Casual.
“You could’ve replied to my texts and I would’ve been over much sooner.” Rhaenyra kissed Alicent’s cheek and nudged her head to the side with her nose, giving her access to her neck.
“Texting isn’t what I asked you to do. You need to take instruction better.” Alicent chose to ignore the fact that Rhaenyra was sucking a noticeable bruise into the crook of her neck in the middle of summer. That would have to be something to be dealt with later.
“Then tell me what to do,” Rhaenyra offered with the utmost sincerity.
“Upstairs.”
Rhaenyra practically chased Alicent up the stairs and into her bedroom, as if they were still on a time limit. It was odd to not be bound by such a restraint. No watch checking, no waiting for breaks. She grabbed Alicent from behind once they crossed the threshold, lips trailing down her neck again as she pushed Alicent’s shirt up.
Alicent leaned back into her and turned her head to capture her lips for the first time today. Rhaenyra deepened it as her hands slid under Alicent’s bra, fingers teasing at her nipples enough to elicit a soft moan. One of Alicent’s hands came up to tug at the hair hanging over Rhaenyra’s nape and pulled her back just enough to say, “Fuck me.”
Rhaenyra backed away, digging into the backpack she never took off. “Only if you want to…” her voice trailed off as she held up the strap-on, watching Alicent take her shirt off fully.
Alicent stepped back over to her, tugging at the loose knot at the waistband of Rhaenyra's sweats, noting the look in her eyes. It was something akin to pleading, pleading to fuck her properly. “Put it on.” Alicent stood by the edge of the bed, watching Rhaenyra undress and pull the harness over her hips, fastening the straps with such efficient ease. “Sit down,” she commanded once Rhaenyra was ready for her.
Naturally, Rhaenyra obeyed, a smirk on her face as Alicent sauntered over and stood between her legs. Rhaenyra kissed at the newly available skin of Alicent’s torso as her fingers went straight toward unbuttoning the shorts that had yet to be disposed of. The sound of the zipper was nearly deafening when Rhaenyra got to it, slowly dragging it down before hooking her fingers in the waistband of Alicent’s shorts and underwear and tugging them down far enough for her to kick them off the rest of the way.
Alicent straddled her thighs, letting the cock rest against her stomach as Rhaenyra teased at her entrance with her fingers. Rhaenyra presses into her, stretching her out just enough. She has half a mind to make Alicent come right now, but decides against it. They have plenty of time, and Rhaenyra wants to drag this out, so she takes her time, slowly pumping in and out of her while maintaining eye contact.
Alicent finds herself wanting to look away for a moment, but that would give Rhaenyra the upper hand, and she is not about to hand over that kind of power in her own house. She grabs Rhaenyra’s wrist and pulls her out, positioning herself above the cock and sinking down onto it. She relishes in the fullness as she bottoms out, throwing her head back as Rhaenyra guides her by the hips.
She drapes her arms over Rhaenyra’s shoulders for the extra support as she rides her, and Rhaenyra loves the sounds she makes every time she grinds down into her, picking herself up and pushing herself back down with increasing intensity. Alicent pushed Rhaenyra down onto the bed and leaned over her.
“You’re so hot,” Rhaenyra breathes out.
Alicent doesn’t take compliments well. She pries open Rhaenyra’s mouth and pushes two fingers in. “No talking.”
Rhaenyra sucks on her fingers as though it’s a blessing, which turns Alicent on even more just watching her. Alicent pushes herself closer and closer to the edge, bracing herself on the bed with one hand while the other is still busy in Rhaenyra’s mouth. “You’re gonna make me come. You’re such a good boy for me,” Alicent says, picking up her pace.
Rhaenyra moans at the praise and her grip on Alicent’s hip tightens as she slams herself back into firm thighs repeatedly, jogging her hips and feeling the toy hit the perfect spot inside of her. Alicent is loud when she comes, clenching around Rhaenyra as her arm trembles slightly under her weight, but she keeps herself up and pulls her fingers out of Rhaenyra’s mouth.
Alicent slows herself down and withdraws, laying down on the bed next to Rhaenyra, but not close enough to cuddle. That would be far too intimate and ridiculous for what this was, nevermind the fact that she wanted to. Rhaenyra cleaned her up without needing to be asked. At least she was learning that much.
“Wanna go again?” Rhaenyra asked, resting her head against one of Alicent’s thighs.
“Ask me again next time.”