30. Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot. & 50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.
First of all, how dare you?? Ugh, eternally soft for my prince!
It was the peak of summer and the sun was at its’ highest point, spread its golden night over every inch of Sunspear. The heat never bothered you...well, almost never. You’d been in Dorne, with Oberyn, for long enough now to have acclimated to the unforgiving weather of the desert land. But this? This was horrible, even for natives, who couldn’t remember such a warm season before.
You’d dragged yourself to the water gardens earlier in the day, bring a plush blanket to lounge on in the little bit of shade you could find, letting the water chill the air just a little bit. It wasn’t quite enough - the air was sill warm and sticky, and it create a sheen of sweat all over your whole body. It was, in essence, miserable. Maybe if it got much worse you’d head for the crystalline sea and spend some time in the waters there. Perhaps you could even get Oberyn to join you.
“Penny for your thoughts?” almost as if he had heard your thoughts, Oberyn was at your side, sitting down next to you and leaning against the tree, watching the children splash around and laugh. He’s, of course, grabbed a bowl of cool, fresh berries before coming over, and held them out to you. You tried to grab one, but quickly pulled the bowl away, “not until you tell me what you’re thinking, sweet girl.”
“Oberyn,” you practically pouted at him and he sighed in acquiescence before holding the bowl out to you again. You grabbed a particularly plump strawberry and took a bite, letting the sweet juice coat your mouth, “I’m just thinking about how I want to go down to the water for a swim soon. Perhaps you’d join me.”
“Of course,” he gave you a lazy smile, before reaching over and gently wiping away some of the strawberry juice that had dripped from the corner of your mouth. He brought his thumb into his own mouth and you couldn’t help but stare. You’d seen him do the exact same thing maybe a hundred times before, but it still sent a pleasant shiver up your spine. He caught you staring and gave you an innocent smile, “hmm?”
“Nothing,” you playfully nudged his shoulder, taking a moment to admire his profile as he grabbed another handful of berries and popped them into his mouth. How you’d gotten so lucky as to call him yours, you’d never know. A few beads of sweat dripped down exposed torso, running down and soaking in the waistband of his trousers. You swallowed thickly, trying hard not to get to lost in your fantasies of having him then and there. It was hot, much too hot, to expend that kind of energy right now, and being in a public place.
But Oberyn was always observant and didn’t miss a single thing. He turned to you, positioned himself so he was looming over you and gave you a few small kisses. His lips lingered on yours, his taste sweet and delicious as ever. It was a languid, gentle exchange; the heat making it difficult to over him much hungry and fevered kisses.
“You taste even sweeter than the finest berries in all of the land,” he whispered against your lips and you sighed contently. He had a way with words that was just as proficient as he was in the bedroom. A blush crept into your cheeks as he offered you a few more kisses, each of them more urgent than the last as he made his way to your jaw and down the column of your neck. You put your hand on his cheek in a vain attempt to stop him, because if he continued on much more, you wouldn’t be strong enough to do so.
“Oberyn,” your voice was but a mere whisper, a soft delicate thing, as he pulled back and offered you a chaste kiss to the forehead, “we can’t...”
“I forget myself,” he admitted, “being around you stirs something within me that causes me to see nothing but you. Perhaps we can...go to the beach and the sea. It is much more private there anyway. But do you say, sweet girl?”
