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The way Alicent went on about how Ormund liked to read and study and write songs - girl, you shoulda sent your second weirdo boy to him. Ormund and Aemond would have gotten a big kick out of each other and fed into each other's crazy so well.
Summary: You ask your husband for help learning his ancestral language <3
Genre: fluff, suggestive (MDNI)
Warnings: Suggestive, cursing, that’s it
Notes: Hiiiii, just a little short something while i finish up some of my longer works <3 Reqs are open!!! xo, bby
“Darling?”
You call for your husband, as you turn a page in your book. Daemon turns to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“What is it? I thought you didn’t need me to teach you?”
He gestures to the book's title written in letters that remain strange to you.
Tales of Old Valyria.
You roll your eyes, playfully, smacking his arm with the very same book. He winces in mock pain, but can’t keep his hands off you for too long, as he returns to a tighter hold around your shoulders.
“I am perfectly capable of learning on my own, thank you. No, I was simply curious about something”, you continue, as your husband attempts to squeeze in beside you on the small chaise lounge. He plops down, resting his head in the crook of your neck to look at the words written on the pages.
“Ask away.”
Your eyes remain perfectly focused on the text.
“How do you say fuck, in High Valyrian?”
There is no need for you to look over at your husband, to know he is smirking and has fixated his gaze on you.
“The curse, or the action?”
“Both.”
“I think you only need to know the latter, love.”
Finally, you turn your head towards him, meeting his eyes. He is so close, you can feel his breath against your face.
“Is it so wrong for me to wish to curse out my incompetent husband in his ancestral tongue?”
“I’d rather you ask me to fuck you, in my ancestral tongue”, he whispers, before swiftly closing your book, and throwing it over his shoulder.
You smile.
“And I'd rather have that ancestral tongue down my throat.”