AERION TARGARYEN ✸ MARTELL READER ✸ BEACH AESTHETIC
✸ aerion isn't surprised when she runs straight to the beach to bask in the sun's rays first thing
✸ she just sheds her dresses, armed with nothing but a swimsuit, her shoes full of sand. he sighs, used to it, takes the shoes from her, knowing she's like the wind and cannot be held back
✸ he can't help but feel jealous when people turn their heads at the sound of her bell-like laughter. aerion doesn't keep himself waiting, placing his hand on her lower back, just a little lower. a smug smile already appears on his face, he's wearing sunglasses, but even so, the dangerous glint in his eyes can be guessed
✸ when she lies on her stomach, he tirelessly strokes her back, pretending to be applying sunscreen to her skin. but his fingers brazenly slip under the ties of her swimsuit, and every time she turns around, suspecting something, aerion pretends to be extremely focused on staring at the steady cyan waves
✸ when she turns over, he still loses to her, openly staring at her in the embrace of the golden sun. "the swimsuit is unnecessary here" aerion states casually, as if he'd forgotten that just a few minutes ago he wanted to strangle a guy passing by whose eyes were glued to her ass
✸ a few minutes later, jealousy returns, and he tries to kiss her. but not innocently. he doesn't know how to be gentle and fluffy. the way his lips crash into her is more like a claim of possession. he pulls her lower lip, her fingernails dig into his shoulder, reminding him that she can be a predator too
✸ having had their fill of each other, she decides to remind him where they are, but with such a look that makes it clear she regrets nothing and would gladly do it again. "as if you have any shame." aerion chuckles hoarsely, licking his lower lip, hoping to taste her again
✸ her dress sticks to her wet skin, but that's nothing compared to how his palms stick to her waist, pulling her as close as possible. her hair is damp, falling onto her shoulders in heavy waves. aerion can only think about wanting to push her into the back seat of the car, to rip off all those stupid rags that don't hide much but tease him unbearably
✸ he'll do it. it's not that he keeps promises, but with her, he can't help himself. the keys fall to the floor, her small purse too, her legs are sprawled everywhere, and she dares to laugh at him, calling him hungry and ill-mannered
✸ he pulls the bracelet off her ankle with his teeth, kissing the protruding bone and moving higher, but she holds him back, pushing his chest with her foot. she doesn't care about propriety so much as she's stoking his appetite, making him languish, smolder with desire, which is already clearly showing. his dragon spirit evaporates, and aerion looks more like a pathetic puppy ready to whimper if she asks. she will ask. she always does
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