What if Aemond and his s/o would have a huge height difference?
Aemond would not let go of a single chance to tease you about it.
Any silly argument would end up with him just casually picking you up and walking off while you would squirm in his hold demanding to be put down.
He would occasionally use the top of your head as an armrest, enjoying the way it would immediately set you off in a frenzy of curses at him and his infernally giant disposition.
His witty remarks at the expense of your short stature would be never ending.
But he made sure he was the only one to do so. Any attempts by Aegon to pull your leg regarding your height would earn a flaming glare from the one eyed prince.
Although you would be tormented by his jokes, the size difference wouldn't always a bad thing. You would always feel so protected as his larger frame would engulf yours completely, making you feel as if nothing in this world could ever reach you as long as you were in his embrace.
You would make him sit on the bed so that you could comb and braid his silver hair, while he would rest his face upon your chest like a child. Only while sitting you could see him eye to eye without straining your neck.
Strolling in the garden would always prove to be a challenging task, to you at least. You would huff while walking with all your might to catch up with Aemond's long strides. You would tug at his sleeves desperately to let him know he's walking to fast. Aemond would then conciously make effort to take smaller steps , making it look like an awkward shuffle which you found hillariously cute.
You would joke about how looking up at him all times causes your neck to ache, but he would take it seriously and start massaging your neck gently with a worried expression.
Aemond would always tag behind you to the library to help you reach the books on twg higher shelf. Somehow the library sessions would always deviate from innocently reading out sappy romance to being pressed up against the shelf by Aemond. You were so smaller than him that he could could just pick you up and you could cling onto the entire time as he would have his way with your body.
The hot steamy passion would always end up with you being fizzed out by his never fading stamina. Aemond would wrap his leather jacket around you and pick up your curled up form with much ease and take you to your bed to hopefully continue the steamy endeavours.
The next morrow you would find yourself sprawled on top of Aemond. You would try to scramble off of him wondering whether he was feeling uncomfortable, only to be held in a vice like embrace by still the half asleep prince.
When both of you would finally leave the bed, Aemond would content himself with watching you scurring about the room like a little rabbit, gathering his jacket and belt before he leaves for the court.
Finally satisfied with yourself, you would climb up the bed and stand up while spread your arms waiting for Aemond to give you a goodbye kiss.
Aemond would chuckle and oblige.
As standing on the bed was the only time you were slightly taller than him you would imitate him by pressing a kiss on his forehead and look down at him with a cocky smirk, which would be wiped off and replaced with a squeel as Aemond would whip you off your feet twirling you around in his arms before giving you a final hug with you pressing your face on his chest and him kissing the top of your head lovingly.
