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When professor Alicent Anderson got into her Subaru after a long, arduous day of teaching, her mind was already a million miles away from uni, busy carefully planning her afternoon. The keys were in the ignition. The radio began to softly play Mitski—the cd case to the album long sun-bleached from sitting in the car. Alicent absentmindedly lowered the driver and passenger side windows to allow a soft breeze into the hot, stuffy car. To most students, professors are officially off the clock once office hours have ended. One would think professors would be safe in the comfort of their own vehicle.
Well, Rhaenyra Targaryen was not like most students.
When Alicent turned to grasp her seatbelt, Rhaenyra had appeared out of thin air, as far as she was concerned. “Seven hells!” Alicent exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest, as if it could do anything to calm her suddenly racing heart.
The student’s hand was on the door frame above their head, and they were leaning forward to see the woman better. Their long, silvery hair fell forward with the motion, framing their face. There wasn’t a speck of dirt on their formal button-down shirt, and their tie was hanging down near Alicent’s cheek. “I’ve been thinking,” Rhaenyra began. Either they didn’t realize they had almost caused their favorite faculty member a heart attack, or they didn’t seem to think it to be significant enough to apologize for.
Recovering from the initial shock, Alicent processed what Rhaenyra said. She turned down the radio. “Have you now?” She quipped, her tone rude but her lips quirked in amusement. She could never resist poking fun at the Targaryen—not even during class when she had been their professor. Someone had to take the entitled student down a peg sometimes, and Alicent wasn’t afraid to do so even though their last name was plastered on a few of the buildings on campus.
To say the Targaryens were influential was an understatement. However, Rhaenyra was still young, and most of their power in the real world came from their surname alone. They had much to learn before they became a hand in the family business rather than a face. It’s why they were here at the university, and it’s why they took so many of Alicent’s classes. The heir to such a dynasty needed to be well versed in business and have at least a basic understanding of accounting.
The professor considered herself to be a patient woman. She maintained her teaching career while raising three beautiful children—each of them presenting their own unique challenges to her sanity. That being said, university students were generally easier to handle than children. At least, that’s what Alicent thought until Rhaenyra Targaryen showed up.
The ambitious but ignorant student was a disruptive addition to the class. Their ethereal beauty was striking enough, but their arrogance and need to be the center of attention contributed to Rhaenyra standing out, even in large lecture-based classes. At times, it was just Rhaenyra and Alicent talking back and forth throughout the period, other students either too timid to ask their own questions or too bored to care. The Targaryen seemed to enjoy this special attention, while Alicent did her best to manage it in a professional manner. This became increasingly more difficult as semesters passed, and Rhaenyra actually absorbed and maintained the information they were taught. Once they no longer needed to ask clarification questions, they used their spare time making inappropriate double entendres in class and shamelessly flirting with the young professor outside of class hours.
Now, normally this sort of behavior was not the sort of thing that got Alicent going. Her whole life, she had done everything by the book: study hard in secondary school, develop a slow and steady romantic relationship with a promising young man, get into university, marry that man, have a baby, study more, have another baby, secure a career, have another baby. She got married at a young age, sure, but she didn’t even have premarital sex. She did everything she was told was right, and still, it wasn’t enough.
Postpartum hit her hard with her first child, the colicky Aegon. His father, Alicent’s secondary school sweetheart, took the reins on caring for the baby, causing him to put off the launch of his business. A seed of resentment had been planted, and it only flourished with time. John Anderson only had so much love and attention to give, and by the time Aegon was walking, it seemed all of it was dedicated to his growing business. Alicent took on the brunt of the childcare with the birth of their second son, not wanting to cause John further distress. The more successful his business became, the less time he made for his family. Worse yet, the older the children got, the less he seemed to enjoy spending time with them.
Aegon enjoyed sports, but his mediocre marks and frequent mistreatment of other students led to school suspensions and a dim outlook for his future. Their second born, Aemond, was astute, but his flat yet intense affect was off-putting. Helaena, bless her heart, was gentle but neither here nor there. She constantly lived in a state of in-between that her father never understood. Not that he took the time to try by the time Helaena was born. No, John had sacrificed his family for his career. Alicent spent years pretending nothing was wrong, allowing the rot to spread to the foundation of their relationship. It was only a matter of time before it came crumbling down. She had a choice: go down with it or get out.
Alicent would never say that Rhaenyra was the reason why she filed for a divorce, something she knew her father would have a conniption about. Her father would also have a conniption over the fact that Alicent had always been intrigued by more than just the opposite sex, but that’s an entirely different animal. In either case, she decided she would rather him find out on his own time than see the disappointment in his eyes in person. The divorce was inevitable; that’s what Alicent liked to think.
The truth is, had she not met Rhaenyra, she might not have remembered what it was like to be desired. It wasn’t that Alicent wasn’t conventionally attractive. Plenty of people would look into those huge brown eyes and fold. That smile and those dimples would stop anyone in their tracks, if she was happy enough to let them shine once in a while. It’s that, as a married adult, Alicent was never in any sort of situation that would lend itself to advances from others. This was intentional. Her focus was on work and her children. But now that her children were old enough to start being more independent, Alicent had more mental real estate to dedicate to herself. When she allowed herself time with her own thoughts, she came to realize that there was a part of her that she missed, a part that felt like it was stunted right when it was beginning to mature.
She had forgotten what it felt like to feel young and beautiful. To be clear, if any average Joe were to chat up Alicent, she wouldn’t give them a second thought. Men weren’t as discriminating as one would think when it came to potential hook-ups. It was the fact that these advances came from the stylish Targaryen over a decade her junior that made the difference.
Rhaenyra was a bit of a local celebrity, and it wasn’t just because of their last name. No one that Alicent had ever met was quite like Rhaenyra. They floated around campus with a confidence and ease that lent itself to becoming very popular amongst their peers in class, around campus, at parties, and in their beds. Alicent was well aware that Rhaenyra’s honeyed words weren’t only for her, but she had to admit that they had an effect on her. She found herself smiling more and punishing herself less. Being the object of interest for someone as alluring as Rhaenyra Targaryen was unexpected. The surprise gave way to intrigue, and it wasn’t long before butterflies took flight within her stomach every time she anticipated an interaction with them. Shamefully, she even began to crave it. Rhaenyra’s persistence was noted, and after three years of a teasing sort of cat-and-mouse game that they both eagerly returned to every semester, Alicent gave in.
They set terms. Alicent forbade Rhaenyra from taking any more of her classes and demanded discretion on the university campus. Rhaenyra required leniency and the omission of a label. It worked well for them both.
Rhaenyra didn’t react to Alicent’s jab, their mind focused on the mission at hand. “I’ve decided I would really like to give you a proper kiss,” they stated, their icy eyes finally meeting the woman’s.
Alicent stared up at her former student, appreciating the way the afternoon sun cast a sort of glow around them, making them look even more ethereal. “Have we been doing it wrong this whole time?” Alicent joked, her eyes teasing.
Rhaenyra’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. “You must know what I mean?”
“No I mustn’t,” Alicent countered easily, expression unreadable.
A rush of air escaped Rhaenyra’s mouth in frustration. At times, Alicent could be intentionally antagonistic like this. They couldn’t decide if the professor really wasn’t sure what they were trying to get at or just being a brat. The Targaryen wasn’t usually fond of the taste of their own medicine. “Kissing you is great—wonderful, really!” Rhaenyra urged, realizing once the words were said aloud that they were off to a bad start. “And last weekend was…” they trailed off, trying to find the right way to phrase how much they enjoyed the heated make-out session that escalated into some good old-fashioned fondling and dry humping before Alicent stopped them for the night. The whole encounter had been replaying in Rhaenyra’s mind on a loop, leaving them especially antsy for their next private encounter.
“That bad, huh?” Alicent offered, interrupting Rhaenyra’s internal play-back of the memory. The comment was playful, but the pang of fear that constricted the professor’s heart was very real. She attempted to stamp out the incoming barrage of panic that Rhaenyra may have regretted how things went, knowing it was better to let them speak before spiraling.
“No, no! It was…fucking delicious,” Rhaenyra settled on, their voice becoming breathy at the end of their sentence.
“Discretion,” Alicent reminded them. A flush spread across Alicent’s cheeks, an odd sort of mix of pride and embarrassment. She glanced around self-consciously.
Rhaenyra rolled their eyes. “Oh, please. Do you reckon the squirrels in the trees will overhear and tell the chancellor?” They asked rhetorically. “It’s not like I’m bending you over the hood of your car. Although, I’m game if you are. Somewhere more discreet, of course,” they added with a crooked smile.
That damn smile was as infuriating as it was tempting. The occasional stray student walked into view in the distance, but no one was close enough to pose a real threat. Alicent sighed, realizing Rhaenyra was right.
They continued. “I just wager, at this point-“
Alicent chuckled a bit at Rhaenyra’s reference to the length of their casual relationship. They had only been seeing one another for the summer months after Rhaenyra was officially off Alicent’s class roster. Times like this reminded the professor of the years between them. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that good things come to those who wait?” Alicent asked, an eyebrow raised.
“You should know by now that patience isn’t my virtue,” Rhaenyra countered with a chuckle of their own. They leaned further into the open window. “You deserve a proper kiss,” they urged, their voice low.
The smell of Rhaenyra’s cologne wafted into the car due to their close proximity—incense, tobacco, amber…and a hint of something else. Alicent found herself admiring their chiseled jawline as well, itching to grab it and pull them in for a kiss. “There it is again. ‘A proper kiss’,” Alicent repeated vaguely instead.
“Yes. A kiss befitting a king. Or, in this case, a queen.” Rhaenyra elaborated, trying to be less crass than usual in their wording but hoping Alicent finally knew what they were talking about.
Oh. A king’s kiss. The phrase was an allusion to a king sat upon his throne and another kneeling before him, offering an act of fealty. That was the clean version of it, but Alicent’s thoughts were suddenly swimming with the explicit version. It was so easy to imagine the Targaryen on their knees, allowing their actions to speak louder than their words…Alicent’s fingers threading through silvery locks, pulling them closer while their clever tongue-
“So, what do you think?” Rhaenyra inquired, effectively cutting off Alicent’s wandering imagination. They looked at the woman expectantly.
The idea was, to use Rhaenyra’s words, delicious. But giving into someone as entitled as a Targaryen that easily was risky business, and the last thing Alicent wanted was to feel like an easy lay. No, Alicent liked to make Rhaenyra work for what they wanted. Maybe along the way they’d pick up a thing or two about discipline. “I think,” the professor began, expression schooled. “That we could turn this into a little game of sorts.”
“A game?” Rhaenyra parroted, their ears perking up like a dog.
Alicent grinned at the sight, the dimple in her cheek making an appearance. “Yes. How about…if you can correctly guess the color of the knickers I’m wearing on any given day, I will allow you your king’s kiss. However, you only get one guess a day.”
“Deal!” Rhaenyra agreed excitedly, their fingers flexing upon the window frame in anticipation. They were certainly not expecting Alicent to propose this sort of arrangement, but it was fun to see the professor’s playful side once in a while.
“And I don’t want to hear you yelling across campus about my knickers. Be discreet or I’ll rescind my offer entirely,” the professor warned, her expression serious.
“Yes, ma’am,” Rhaenyra agreed with a chuckle. “Do I get a guess today?”
“Go on,” Alicent allowed.
Rhaenyra hummed, eyes tracing along the woman’s clothing analytically. “I’m going to guess that my darling Alicent isn’t wearing any knickers at all today,” they stated, gaze landing on the woman’s full lips.
Alicent looked up at Rhaenyra with her big, brown eyes and smirked. She allowed the words to hang in the air for a moment, the tension palpable. Then, she reached into her center console, pulled out a pair of sunglasses, and put them on. “Goodnight, Rhaenyra.”
The student exhaled something between a chuckle and a sigh, not particularly shocked their wildcard guess fell short. They accepted their defeat, backing up to allow the woman to safely pull out of the parking lot. As the Subaru became smaller on the horizon, Rhaenyra felt a buzz of excitement. This week just became much more interesting.
* * *
Without fail, Rhaenyra found a way to cross paths with Alicent every day with a new guess. Sometimes they would stop the woman around campus, sometimes they would show up during her office hours. They always managed to incorporate it into casual conversation in case anyone were to overhear. Some integrations were more creative than others.
“Had a seminar in the old Stark building the other day. They still only use blackboards in the classrooms there; isn’t that dreadful?”
“Help me settle a debate, would you? Is my hair white?”
“You’re looking a bit green around the gills today. Are you feeling alright?”
“Some say my eyes look a bit purple in the light. What do you think?”
“Have you read anything interesting lately?”
Rhaenyra guessed every color of the rainbow as the days passed by. The little game was made more difficult by the fact that Alicent could, of course, wear a different color every day should she desire to do so. The odds of Rhaenyra guessing accurately were not in their favor, but the Targaryen was nothing if not persistent.
* * *
Alicent was at the tail end of her office hours, and she wanted nothing more than to escape the confines of her familiar four walls. She could imagine it well—catching up on an audiobook on the drive to school, picking up her children and listening to them chatter on about how their day went, making and enjoying an appetizing home-cooked meal, and pouring a glass of red wine before slipping into the welcome arms of a hot bath. On a normal day, it would be an achievable fantasy, but today, Alicent had to stay late at work. She normally prided herself on being proactive and punctual. However, her full-time job of being a mother sometimes encroached on her other full-time job of being a uni professor. This was one of those instances.
A few of her students stopped in during her office hours, which meant that Alicent was even more behind on the lesson plan she needed for tomorrow’s class. Things became even more bleak when another student entered her office just minutes before she was going to close her door for the evening. Alicent was about to shoot them a passive aggressive comment when she realized it wasn’t a current student after all.
“Rhaenyra,” Alicent greeted politely, not particularly surprised to see them strolling into her office like they owned the place.
“Alicent,” Rhaenyra replied. To a casual onlooker, the exchange would have seemed positively unremarkable—apart from one detail.
Alicent looked between the open door and Rhaenyra pointedly. “Professor Anderson or Mrs. Anderson will do,” she corrected, her expression remaining relaxed, bored even.
Rhaenyra raised their eyebrows, looking out into the barren hallway then back at the woman. “Apologies. You haven’t been wearing that big, sparkly ring of yours. Makes it difficult to remember you’re still married,” they claimed with a cheeky smirk. “Besides, I think once my tongue has been in your mouth, it voids the need for formalities, doesn’t it?”
Alicent sighed. “Close the door.”
Rhaenyra did as they were told then walked to Alicent’s desk, leaning on it casually.
“Why are you here? Office hours are over in a few minutes. I hear your marks have been high in your other business classes, so I know you don’t need my assistance with that.”
“Been checking up on me, have you?” Rhaenyra’s grin was still in place. There was a warmth in their chest from the revelation, but it was not what they were there for. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about how I could assist you,” they proposed.
Alicent rolled her eyes, the Targaryen not bothering to hide their intent. She expected they were here to use their guess, since they hadn’t earlier today.
“Came to visit just in case you were feeling a bit blue,” Rhaenyra said, voice lowering as they emphasized the last word.
“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Alicent started, the corner of her mouth curling up into a soft smile. “I am.”
“Really?” Rhaenyra asked, their eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
Alicent couldn’t help but chuckle at their dramatic change in tone, her cheek dimple making an appearance. “Really.”
“Now?” Rhaenyra wondered, their excitement palpable. It manifested in eager eyes and fidgeting fingers.
Alicent leaned back into her desk chair casually. “I was planning on staying late to make a lesson plan for tomorrow’s class, but you are welcome to come back later,” she offered.
“I’ll wait,” Rhaenyra stated, their words rushing out before they thought through the reality of the situation.
“It’ll be over an hour, Rhaenyra—longer if I’m distracted,” Alicent explained, amused at Rhaenyra’s impatience but not wanting to give them false hope.
“Think I’ll be too distracting, hmm?” Rhaenyra goaded, a self-satisfied smirk crawling across their face. “I’ll be on my best behavior—promise.”
Alicent mulled it over for an excruciatingly long minute. “Fine,” she allowed. “But I mean it, Rhaenyra. No distractions. I’ve already had to put off this lesson plan until the last minute as it is. Everything is all fun and games now that football season has started,” she explained sarcastically.
Rhaenyra was more than pleased that Alicent was allowing them to stay after hours. “Your little ones play?” They asked, glancing at the family photo on Alicent’s desk. Three young blonde-haired children stared back at them, the only similarity to the woman in front of her being their long, wavy hair and big, sad eyes. The tallest of the trio had a huge, shit-eating grin on his face. Rhaenyra figured that was the troublemaker of the bunch.
“Not so little anymore, but yes, my boys do,” Alicent confirmed. “Aegon has a game tonight. His father is going to pick them all up from school and bring them.”
Rhaenyra noted the way Alicent said ‘his father’ and not ‘my husband’. The professor’s tone of voice was intriguing. “You seem surprised,” Rhaenyra noticed.
“Well, the only reason I convinced him to do so was because of this lesson plan, so,” Alicent said, a sigh escaping her lips.
“So you have the whole night off, then?” Rhaenyra gathered with a suggestive eyebrow raise.
It didn’t go unnoticed. “No, I have to finish this lesson plan,” Alicent reminded them.
“Right, right. Better get to it, then. I’ll…find something to entertain myself,” Rhaenyra said, picking up a stress ball and tossing it into the air a couple times. The stress ball was entertaining for a while, as was snooping around the top of Alicent’s spacious, L-shaped desk. After twenty minutes of that, followed by trying desperately to find something interesting to read on Alicent’s bookshelf, Rhaenyra sighed dramatically.
“I can practically feel your boredom from here,” Alicent commented, eyes still on her computer screen.
“Do you have anything more interesting to look at?” Rhaenyra inquired, wondering if Alicent kept her more interesting books within the drawers of the desk itself, or better yet, a journal.
“This isn’t a lobby; I don’t have outdated, trashy magazines for students to read,” Alicent scoffed.
“Oh, come on now, not even one with yours truly in it, stashed away for…private reflection?” Rhaenyra smirked. Being a part of such an influential family came with the occasional magazine feature. Not that Rhaenyra minded being professionally photographed—it was almost impossible to get a bad photo of them, anyway.
Alicent’s initial amusement slowly faded, and her eyes hardened.
Rhaenyra could almost see ideas forming in the woman’s mind right before their eyes.
Alicent picked up the bin to the left of her computer and set it on top of the desk. This left a small pocket between the desk and the wall.
Rhaenyra watched, their head tilting with intrigue.
“Come,” Alicent commanded.
The Targaryen slipped the book they were holding back into its spot on the bookshelf before walking the few steps needed to bring them in front of the woman.
“Kneel.”
Rhaenyra’s ears perked. “I like where this is going,” they said with an endearing, lopsided smirk. They followed the professor’s pointed finger, positioning themself in the newly vacated space. It was a tight fit, but Rhaenyra wasn’t claustrophobic.
“Of course you do,” Alicent remarked, rolling her eyes. Once Rhaenyra was properly situated, Alicent slowly lifted her leg and placed it on Rhaenyra’s shoulder, careful not to scrape them with the heel of her pumps.
Rhaenyra’s skin tingled where the woman’s body rested against them, but they soon realized there was more to it than a little bit of pleasant pressure. Now that Alicent’s leg was raised to Rhaenyra’s eye level, it gave them the perfect view up the woman’s skirt. Eager eyes took in the blue lace that was now exposed.
“There. Is that more interesting to look at?” Alicent inquired, a wry smile playing at her lips.
Throat suddenly dry, Rhaenyra’s voice cracked. “Y-yeah, I’ll say.” They cleared their throat, eyes fixed on the sight in front of them. “Thought you said no distractions?”
“Well, I won’t be distracted, and you’ll be sitting there like a good boy with your hands on your thighs. Think you can do that?” Alicent proposed. When she didn’t get an immediate reply due to Rhaenyra’s evident brain malfunction, she wiggled her ankle, tapping their neck to get their attention.
Rhaenyra shook their head a little, trying to clear it enough to respond. “For how long?” They wondered, unsure if they could sit still for a long period of time.
Alicent’s gaze went back to her computer screen. “Until I tell you you can move.”
Rhaenyra couldn’t resist playing devil’s advocate. “What happens if I can’t help myself?”
“Then your correct guess is invalid, and we restart our game tomorrow,” Alicent replied simply.
Rhaenyra barely made it this long. They exhaled. “Fine.” Best case scenario, they got to give their favorite professor that kiss they’ve been dying to. It was worth a shot.
“Good.”
Rhaenyra placed their hands on their inner thighs nonchalantly, thinking perhaps Alicent was truly focused on her work. Unfortunately, the action was noticed immediately.
“Hands on the tops of the thighs,” Alicent corrected, more stern than before. The subtle rise of the corner of her lips gave way to her amusement.
“Apologies. You didn’t specify,” Rhaenyra countered.
Alicent shook her head, her smirk growing.
To Rhaenyra’s credit, they were able to remain kneeling, silent, and still for about a half hour. The sight before them was certainly more interesting than any of the books in the professor’s office, and Rhaenyra allowed themself to daydream about what they were going to do once the lesson plan was complete.
Every time Alicent glanced down at Rhaenyra, their intense gaze remained unwavering. It was obvious that Rhaenyra’s thoughts were wandering, which was exactly why she put them in this position in the first place. Alicent wanted Rhaenyra to imagine it, to savor the idea before putting it into practice. What the professor didn’t account for was the way this position would make her feel. Rhaenyra’s piercing eyes and slightly open mouth gave them a wolfish appearance, and Alicent was beginning to feel like cornered prey, moments from being devoured. Her heartbeat increased, seeming to flutter in her chest. The longer she sat there, the longer she felt pinned by Rhaenyra’s gaze. Her feelings soon became obvious by the growing dark spot upon the lace of her underwear.
The sight only seemed to ignite Rhaenyra’s hunger further.
An unanticipated buzz caused both of them to jump a bit, snapping them out of their collective stupor.
It didn’t take long for Rhaenyra to find an inappropriate quip to say. “Find a toy for me to play with?” They asked, an eyebrow raised.
Alicent chuckled a bit, but it was breathier than she would have preferred. “It’s just my phone,” she revealed, not bothering to check it. The lesson plan was almost complete; she just needed a few more minutes.
A few seconds of peaceful silence went by before Rhaenyra spoke again. “Alicent?”
“Yes, Rhaenyra?”
“Am I permitted to move if I give you a foot massage?” They inquired, eyes running along the woman’s legs.
Alicent pondered her response. Rhaenyra had been well behaved, and a foot massage did sound nice after wearing heels all day. “Yes, Rhaenyra,” she agreed, placing one foot on their thigh. She briefly wondered how they were holding up after kneeling for so long, but the thought was interrupted by her phone buzzing again.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” they wondered, removing the woman’s shoe.
“I told you; I need to focus,” Alicent sighed, enjoying the work of Rhaenyra’s thumbs rubbing into the bottom of her foot.
“It’s not bothering you?”
“No,” Alicent replied, keenly aware that it must have been bothering Rhaenyra for them to keep asking about it. She really should have seen it coming.
They snatched the phone in an instant, shamelessly diving right into the unread text messages since the professor didn’t have a passcode.
“Rhaenyra!” Alicent scolded, more annoyed that they disobeyed her than she was afraid of what they may find on her phone.
“Ah, it’s just good ol’ Johnny boy,” Rhaenyra said, sarcasm dripping in their tone.
“Do not text him back!”
“Now why would I do that?” Rhaenyra asked with an offended scoff before continuing to read the texts. “Sounds like he’s here,” they deduced, frowning at the phone in confusion.
“What?!” Alicent cried out, her already large eyes looking as though they may pop out of her head.
The phone suddenly began playing music. Rhaenyra recognized it as an instrumental version of Lana Del Rey’s Gods and Monsters. They filed that information away for later.
The professor eagerly grabbed the item from the student’s hands, her chest tightening as she read the phone screen. ‘John’. “Shit!” She cursed, looking to Rhaenyra. “Not a word! I mean it!” She warned.
Rhaenyra put their hands up in surrender. They watched Alicent intently, and when the woman answered the phone, they got closer, trying to listen in on the conversation.
“Hi!” Alicent greeted, her tone slightly panicked. When Rhaenyra leaned in, she placed her hand on their head preemptively. “406, why? Right now?” The line went dead as John hung up the phone. “Shit!” Alicent exclaimed, placing her other hand on Rhaenyra’s shoulder and steering them towards her desk.
“Ah!” The Targaryen protested as they were being pulled forwards and then shoved back with as much force as the smaller woman could manage. “What are you doing?!”
“Get under the desk; he’s coming!” Alicent urged, eyes wide.
“What?”
“I swear to the Seven, Rhaenyra, if you say anything—“ Alicent warned, but as soon as she saw a shadow come into view behind her frosted glass window, she collected herself.
A well-dressed man opened the door, his blonde hair slicked back against his head.
“John! What are you doing here?” Alicent asked as calmly as she could.
He moved his sunglasses from his eyes to the top of his head. “We’re switching cars,” he declared.
“Oh, we are, are we?” Alicent countered, annoyance coloring her tone.
“Well, I’m not going to put the kids in the Audi. Aegon’s going to be all sweat and dirt by the end of the game, and what if Aemond gets carsick again?”
“Aegon can shower in the locker room after the game, and don’t let Aemond read in the car,” Alicent reasoned.
John scoffed. “I’m not going to stand around waiting for Aegon to finish showering after the game. Besides, isn’t his coach kind of a fruitcake? It’s safer if he showers at home.”
Alicent’s entire body tensed, and her jaw clenched.
“Where are your keys?”
“You’re going to drive the Subaru? That’ll be a sight,” she chuckled, almost capable of feeling amusement under the agitation.
“Yes, where are the keys?”
“Left coat pocket,” Alicent supplied. John began scanning the room for her coat, and the woman’s heart began to pound, terrified he would see something suspicious. She stood up out of her chair just a little, pointing at the garment, which was on a coat hanger behind him.
From a young age, Targaryens were taught to seize every opportunity for success. So when presented with the possibility of getting those lovely lace panties off of Alicent, they acted quickly and efficiently. Their hands reached up, grasping the thin material and yanking it down just enough to get them off the woman’s ass.
Alicent hadn’t sat down that fast since her father threatened to whip her with his belt if she didn’t stay seated on the pew in the sept as a child. Thankfully, John had turned around rather quickly to search the coat and was none the wiser to how different the energy in the room just became.
On a path of determination, Rhaenyra leaned forward, their teeth taking hold of the panties and pulling them downwards. Their mouth began watering after getting a sample of the other woman from what had gathered in the material. To their credit, they managed to remain quiet when the taste paired with the scent of the woman before them, now exposed.
The professor couldn’t tell exactly what was going on under the desk, but the feeling of the material making its way down her legs was surely an omen that things were about to get a whole lot more complicated. “Don’t forget Helaena’s noise-canceling headphones, or she’ll get overwhelmed,” Alicent reminded him.
“Yeah, yeah.” The telltale jingle of the keys indicated that he found what he was looking for. He placed his own car keys into the same coat pocket, and it seemed as though he might take his leave.
Just in time, it seemed. Rhaenyra managed to pull the panties around and off the foot that no longer wore a shoe, and they were now dangerously close to claiming the prize from their little game.
Alicent could feel the Targaryen’s breath between her legs. There wasn’t much she could do without drawing unnecessary attention. She tried closing her legs, but Rhaenyra was already stationed between them. “C-close the door behind you,” Alicent stuttered out, managing to remain rather composed otherwise. This became incredibly difficult when a hot tongue ran the length of her center.
John’s hand was just an inch away from grabbing the door handle when his phone began buzzing.
“Hello, John Anderson speaking.”
Oh, for the love of the Seven.
Rhaenyra took their time, mapping out the woman before them with their tongue and committing it to memory.
The poor professor’s pale skin was slowly becoming the color of her hair, like a blushing chameleon of sorts. She was never the kind of girl that fantasized about being an actress someday, but the way she was remaining still while Rhaenyra’s tongue slipped inside of her was BAFTA-worthy.
John, although facing his soon-to-be ex-wife, was in another world entirely, engrossed in whatever the person urgently speaking on the other line was informing him of. “What?!” He all but shouted, causing Alicent to jump a little. The motion brought Rhaenyra’s nose into contact with her clit, and the professor’s jaw dropped a little. It was easy enough to pass it off as surprise.
John covered the bottom of his phone, finally looking into Alicent’s eyes.
For a moment that seemed like an eternity, Alicent was convinced he could tell what was happening—that her blown pupils would betray her, as black and deep as the pits of the seven hells she would surely be sent to in the afterlife for participating in this sort of thing.
“Don’t drink in the car,” he instructed, and Alicent closed her mouth tightly, nodding a couple of times in quick succession.
“See you tonight,” John said noncommittally. He finally took his leave, the door closing behind him.
The sound of the door closing brought with it an impending sense of dread on Rhaenyra’s part. Surely, Alicent was going to push them away, say they went too far, and break up this little arrangement for good. Much to their surprise, a leg hooked behind their head, pulling them closer. Shaking hands pulled the material of her skirt up high on her hips, giving them more room. Rhaenyra stopped just long enough to smirk in victory before taking another long lick. Their tongue easily found the woman’s bud, especially sensitive now that it was erect and peeking out from her hood. Rhaenyra’s tongue circled it teasingly, eliciting muted, delicious whine from the woman. Strong arms moved to the office chair, pushing on it until it wheeled backwards just enough to where Rhaenyra could see Alicent properly. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her lips were slightly parted.
“Now it’s your turn to be discreet, darling,” Rhaenyra purred.
Alicent huffed in frustration at the loss of contact. “Don’t stop,” she all but pleaded.
“As much as I would love to hear what pretty little noises I can get out of you, we are still in public. Do you think you can be quiet?” They wondered.
Instead of offering a verbal reply, Alicent nodded, a section of her long, wavy red curls spilling over her shoulder. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes tightly was Rhaenyra’s infuriating lopsided grin before their lips wrapped around her clit and began sucking gently. The professor’s hands flew out to the edge of her desk, knuckles paling as she gripped it.
Rhaenyra continued the action, pausing in intervals to create a pulsing feeling. Alicent’s body was becoming more rigid with the motion, and Rhaenyra could feel the heel of the woman’s shoe digging into the back of their neck. They dared not stop—not when it was clear the action would bring Alicent to her end. The professor’s chest was rising and falling dramatically, and the effort to contain more vocal reactions was evident in the way her breathing became more erratic. It was an exquisite sight. The only thing capable of besting it was when she finally did fall apart. Her thighs clenched around Rhaenyra’s head, muffling the sigh that escaped her lips when her jaw dropped. Her hips stuttered against Rhaenyra’s eager mouth while Alicent rode out the waves of her climax.
Rhaenyra drank in the sight, wanting nothing more than to see it again. Liquid heat accompanied the climax, and they lapped at the newfound wetness, almost moaning at the taste alone.
Alicent watched them as she descended from her high, trying to catch her breath. The embarrassment she felt just minutes prior came crawling back, nipping at the vestiges of her pleasure. The Targaryen seemed perfectly happy between her legs, a satisfied smile playing on their lips. It only made her more annoyed. Her fingers loosened from the edge of the desk, traveling to strong shoulders and up a warm neck until they tangled into long, silvery locks. Then, they tightened.
Rhaenyra hissed as Alicent pulled on their hair, having no choice but to follow her guidance and crawl out from under the desk. They remained on the floor, on their knees. The professor leaned forward, her pouty lips just a breath away from Rhaenyra’s. But they didn’t seek affection. No, Alicent’s too-familiar frown was firmly in place. It was the won she wore when Rhaenyra went too far. Ah, shit.
“You deliberately disobeyed me,” Alicent stated, her grip holding Rhaenyra’s head in place, forcing them to look at her.
An eyebrow quirked in response. “Well, technically you said I couldn’t say anything, and I didn’t,” Rhaenyra argued.
A surprised, cynical chuckle fell from Alicent’s lips. “What happened to discretion?”
“Well, that bit was entirely up to you, my dear. You must have done a pretty good job at concealing your feelings if he left, none the wiser,” they countered with a smug grin.
Alicent scoffed, letting go of Rhaenyra’s hair.
They resisted the urge to rub at their scalp to soothe it. They didn’t have much time to think about it before Alicent’s leg raised, and her shoe came into contact with their chest. The professor applied pressure to their sternum, the bottoms of her pumps causing an unpleasant enough sensation for Rhaenyra to lean away from it.
“Lie down,” Alicent commanded, her face unreadable. The older woman continued to push lightly, until Rhaenyra complied and found themself laying on their back on the floor of the professor’s office.
If Alicent wasn’t so particular about cleanliness, they may have been more disagreeable. However, presently, they were more intrigued to see how this would all play out.
The professor’s pump was still on Rhaenyra’s chest, but there was significantly less weight to it now. Alicent leaned forward slightly in her chair, some of her long, auburn curls slipping over her shoulder and framing her face. She looked down at the Targaryen, her gaze scrutinizing, and her lips pursing.
Rhaenyra’s pulse quickened under such examination, and their blood rushed with anticipation.
“Clearly you’re capable of following direction,” Alicent muttered. Her other, bare, foot slid up Rhaenyra’s leg, barely grazing their trousers. “So why do you keep misbehaving?” She wondered. The question was punctuated by her foot applying pressure between Rhaenyra’s legs.
Light eyes closed, and a small moan accompanied the action. There had been a pleasant ache building since they caught a glimpse of those damned knickers, and Alicent’s strategically placed foot was only worsening the problem now. With their eyes closed, they missed the strange little smile their reaction elicited from Alicent. It was gone by the time their eyes met hers again.
The professor began unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers working slowly, and her eyes locked onto Rhaenyra’s. More and more skin was exposed, decorated with little moles here and there. A brassiere, the same shade of blue as the knickers Rhaenyra had become so fond of, was exposed as Alicent finished popping the buttons open.
The air felt heavy around them, the anticipation of what could happen next clouding Rhaenyra’s mind. The older woman looked like she was about to pounce, and they were more than ready if she did.
Alicent had other plans. “I’m afraid that if you can’t behave, then you don’t get to participate.”
Rhaenyra’s heart sank, and they fought the urge to vocalize their disapproval. Their eyebrows furrowed as Alicent began to slide her hands along her exposed skin.
Her hands created a path from her abdomen, along her ribcage, over her breasts, and across her collar bones. It was a slow, sensual pace that was more for show than pleasure.
Nonetheless, Rhaenyra watched, yearning to feel the woman’s skin under their hands instead. Watching her, they could imagine the smooth, soft panes of her body and the heat that surely radiated from it. When Alicent began kneading her breasts through her brassiere, Rhaenyra could almost feel the texture of the lace upon their own fingertips and the buds hardening just below them the longer she spent there. When the Targaryen garnered the will to tear their eyes from Alicent’s hands, they found that the woman’s eyebrows were also furrowed as she tried to remain somewhat stoic. A soft little sigh escaped her, and her bare foot applied pressure to Rhaenyra’s center simultaneously. Whether is was a conscious effort or a happy accident was unclear.
Right after Alicent proposed this little guessing game, she drove straight to the second nearest adult store to pick out some ensembles she thought Rhaenyra would like. She feared the nearest store would have a higher likelihood of her running into students, but she didn’t want to take so long getting home that she would be late to pick up her kids. It was only the second time she had ever stepped foot in an adult store, and she couldn’t deny that her heart raced when surrounded by so many objects that she spent so many years conceptualizing as sinful. Thankfully, the lingerie was right in the front, and she could avoid the shame of walking through the more risqué aisles. Her usual undergarments were fine but nothing special. She wanted to make the payoff of their game a bit sweeter, so she dropped a pretty penny on 7 different sets that she could cycle until Rhaenyra guessed correctly. In hindsight, she worried it might have been a little overkill.
The lingerie was for Rhaenyra, to excite them. At least, that’s what Alicent intended when she purchased it. What Alicent didn’t account for was how powerful it would make her feel. It was comfortable enough that she could wear it day to day, but the lace texture reminded her with every movement that there was a part of herself she was concealing—a part that only Rhaenyra could see. It was thrilling to imagine how they would react when they finally got to see it, and Alicent found her thoughts wandering there more often than she’d care to admit. Their reaction didn’t disappoint—they were practically drooling when they finally caught a glimpse. Bringing Rhaenyra Targaryen to heel like a dog, even if said dog wasn’t always perfectly obedient, put Alicent on a bit of a power trip.
The feeling of her hands along her skin, then kneading her breasts through the thin lace material, it was all lovely. But watching Rhaenyra watch her movements was even more gratifying. The desire was evident. She wondered how far she could push them.
Rhaenyra’s focus was redirected as Alicent allowed her right hand to slowly inch downwards while her left continued its work. Her skirt was still hiked up onto her hips, so it was easy for her to spread her legs a bit more to accommodate the new addition as well as provide Rhaenyra with a better view. As soon as the pad of her index finger came into contact with her clit, she closed her eyes and moaned.
Her last climax wasn’t that long ago, but her bud was aching once again, begging for attention that Alicent was all too willing to provide. At first, her touch was slow. Painstakingly so, but her movements were intentional. She wanted to tease Rhaenyra more than anything, which meant she had to make some small personal sacrifices. She could feel how wet she was before she even slid her fingers down to collect the evidence, but when she did, her eyebrows lifted a bit in surprise. Again, her pace was slow and dramatic as she touched herself–one hand still kneading her breast and the other gathering her liquid sin and using it to ease the touch on her sensitive clit. Every pinch of her nipple sent a spike of arousal straight to her core, and with every tight circle around her bud, she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.
But she didn’t want the fun to end that quickly.
Right on the precipice, she retracted her fingers, a quiet cry of desperation falling from her lips. There were a few moments of tense anticipation, the only sound being Alicent’s breath as she allowed her pleasure to dissipate a little.
Rhaenyra’s eyes were focused, an intensity to them that startled Alicent a bit when she opened her eyes. But the professor did not back down. Instead she welcomed the challenge, bringing her still-slick fingers back to her core. Pearly teeth bit into a plump lip as Alicent inserted a finger.
As expected, Rhaenyra watched closely, the rhythm of their chest giving way to how difficult it was for them to remain in place. Their body was practically vibrating with the desire to reach out and finish what Alicent started, but they already got in trouble once today. They feared disobeying now would bring forth a less pleasant punishment than the sight in front of them. This became more difficult as Alicent slipped in another finger, a pleased little sigh accompanying the action.
The women did not need time to adjust, her body welcoming the intrusion with what would have been an embarrassing eagerness had Rhaenyra been able to feel for themself. Fortunately for Alicent, that was a secret she could hold close to her chest. She adjusted her position a bit, allowing for the bottom of her palm to maintain contact with her clit as her fingers slid in and out of her core. This more intense motion had an unintended but welcome side effect. As Alicent rocked her hips, her foot rubbed between Rhaenyra’s legs once more.
The Targaryen bit into their lip, closing their eyes to conceal the fact they were rolling back into their head. It was difficult enough to restrain themself watching Alicent as is, but the friction between their legs was bordering on torture at this point–not that the professor even seemed to notice, clearly becoming lost in her own pleasure as she grinded into her hand wontonly.
Alicent’s eyes remained closed as she focused on completion. The closer she became, the more sinful little mewls fell from her mouth. Her body gave her up before her voice did. A beautiful rouge spread across her cheeks and chest before her jaw dropped, letting out a moan that Rhaenyra was sure to play on a loop in their mind for the next few weeks at least. It took a few moments for the professor to recover. She whimpered, and her hips jerked involuntarily as she extracted her hand, causing it to brush against her too-sensitive clit.
Rhaenyra could have stayed in that moment forever, watching Alicent’s flushed chest rise and fall, decorated with the beautiful and intricate blue lace.
When she was composed enough, she removed her feet and voiced a request. “Come here.”
Rhaenyra moved slowly, as if being too hasty would scare the woman away. Once they sat up, Alicent’s next words were a command.
“Crawl.”
A strange sort of feeling jolted through Rhaenyra’s body at the command—a mix of shame and arousal, perhaps. They did as they were instructed, not having to go very far. Alicent’s touch was firm as she grabbed their chin with her clean hand and tilted it up, forcing them to look at her.
When Rhaenyra’s eyes met Alicent’s, the professor’s mouth parted in surprise. The Targaryen’s normally light eyes were almost completely overtaken by their blown pupils. With their already godly appearance, it was a startling combination. It was as though they were a demon sent straight from the hells specifically to corrupt Alicent, and gods, did it work. The professor tried to steel herself, taking as deep of a breath as she could manage without appearing apprehensive. “Look at you,” she said softly, running her thumb across their bottom lip teasingly. She prayed her finger didn’t tremble. “You look like it’s taking every ounce of your willpower to remain obedient,” she cooed. “I’ll admit, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you’d last this long,” she disclosed with a condescending smirk.
Alicent was right. If Rhaenyra had their way, the woman would be on her back with several hickeys and bite marks by now. Their whole body was screaming at them to make a claim—to pounce and devour. But something about the woman made them want to savor it, so they resisted.
“How about another challenge, then? If you think you can handle it,” Alicent goaded, tilting her head and sounding positively bored.
Rhaenyra wasn’t sure if speaking was allowed, so they nodded their head instead.
Alicent brought her other hand up to Rhaenyra’s lips, and the Targaryen opened their mouth compliantly. The taste of the woman on their tongue again only added fuel to the already barely contained fire the Targaryen was experiencing internally. Their answering moan made that evident.
It prompted a pitiless smirk from Alicent, who watched as Rhaenyra savored the offering Alicent gave them. “I’d like you to try something for me. I know it will be difficult, but good things come to those who wait, don’t they?” She asked rhetorically, a nod to their discussion days ago.
Rhaenyra nodded, and Alicent removed her fingers.
“You can touch yourself all you like, but I don’t want you to allow yourself to finish until the next time we meet like this,” Alicent proposed.
Rhaenyra’s heart sank. It was a difficult ask. Targaryens weren’t the strongest with delayed gratification, but, gods, the way Alicent was looking at them right now, with this novel sort of power trip she was on that Rhaenyra was contributing to…it was too enticing to turn down. “I will try.”
“You will succeed. You don’t want to know what will happen if you don’t,” Alicent warned, releasing Rhaenyra’s chin and leaning back into her chair. She busied herself with buttoning up her shirt while she spoke. “Now, I’m going to go, and you are going to leave here no earlier than ten minutes after me, do you understand?”
Rhaenyra nodded, looking between Alicent’s face and her fingers. When the professor was finished adjusting her clothing and putting her other shoe back on, she bent down to press a kiss against their lips.
“Good boy.”
A faint blush spread across the Targaryen’s pale cheeks. The kiss was rather chaste, but Rhaenyra lingered in the moment, their breath escaping their open mouth in quiet little pants as Alicent walked around them.
When she arrived at the door, she paused. “And Rhaenyra? Lock the door on your way out.” And then she was gone, only the faint sound of her heels clacking in the distance to signal her departure.
Now that they were alone, Rhaenyra leaned back against the drawers of Alicent’s desk. Their heartbeat was almost deafening, and they rubbed absentmindedly at their sore knees as they watched the large hand of the clock tick by. It took almost the entire ten minutes for their body to calm significantly. When they moved to rise, their hand collided with a slightly rough object under the desk. Their lips curled into a smirk when their eyes met blue lace. A giddy sort of chuckle erupted out of them, and they tucked the kickers into their pocket for safekeeping.