Hope uni is treating you well! Whenever you have time, could I request a carlos x bodyguard!reader? However u wanna play it but i need a kick ass fem reader. TIA!
Size isn't everything II Carlos Sainz x Bodyguard!Reader
SUMMARY: Carlos gets assigned a new bodyguard and you're not what he expected but he is happily surprised.
WARNINGS: Kinda sexist/cocky Carlos, violence ish, barely suggestive comments.
A/N: I kinda loved this request and it took me a sec to come up with an idea so hope you enjoy ;)
Carlos Sainz was a big name in Formula 1, a Spanish heartthrob used to the chaos that was his job—the screaming and shouting for his name and the often unwanted attention that came with being a Ferrari driver. With his recent rise in fame came an increase in security in every country he traveled to. His team had insisted on bringing in a personal bodyguard after a terrifying incident involving female fans almost getting into his hotel room. Carlos had laughed it off, said it wouldn't happen again and he could take care of himself.
That’s when he met you.
You stood at the entrance to his garage, arms folded, your expression neutral. Petite, a quarter of the size of all the other bodyguards Carlos had ever had. But he couldn't deny there was something about your sharp gaze and confident stance that made you stand out.
You dressed in a black workout set, your hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. If you were nervous about protecting one of the most sought-after names in Formula 1 at his home race you didn’t show it.
Carlos couldn’t help the cheeky grin as he approached you.
“You’re my new bodyguard?” he asked, the skepticism evident in his tone.
You raised an eyebrow. “Seems like it, yeah.” you replied firmly.
He chuckled. “No offense, but aren’t you… a little small for the job?”
Your lips twitched and Carlos was surprised to see a hint of a smile break out. “Size isn’t everything, Sainz.” Your eyes shamelessly scanned him, "You must know that."
Carlos huffed surprised at the insinuation. “Hmm, I guess we'll see.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
You just didn’t look like you could handle much. He figured you were probably hired because of your good looks, maybe people would think he had finally found someone and back off.
For the next few days, Carlos treated you like a shadow—hardly noticing you as you followed him from races to meetings, to hotel rooms, always a few steps behind, your presence barely noticeable.
You remained professional, never reacting to his teasing remarks or flirty comments. But there was an undercurrent of tension, a game neither of you had fully acknowledged yet.
It was on the evening before a major race when things took a turn. Carlos plastered on a fake smile as he attended a VIP event at one of Monaco’s exclusive clubs. As usual, he held a drink in hand, surrounded by suck-ups and sportsmen alike. You stood nearby, your eyes scanning the room, attentive.
Carlos had noticed a man lingering at the edge of the crowd, staring intently at him. Initially ignoring it, he was used to this attention from fans anyway. But something about the man’s gaze felt different. Too intense. He shifted uncomfortably, and you were quick to pick up on his unease.
Without a word, you moved closer to him, your posture subtly shifting into something more alert.
“Everything okay?” you asked quietly, your voice barely audible over the loud music.
Carlos's hand wrapped around your waist admiring the change of attire for tonight. The dress showing off your curves better than any of those sets you often wore could.
“Yeah, just… that guy’s giving me weird vibes,” Carlos admitted, nodding discreetly toward the man.
Your eyes flicked toward the man in question. You didn’t hesitate. Turning back to face Carlos you allowed him to hold you. “Stay close,” you instructed, firmly and with no hint of playfulness in your voice.
Carlos opened his mouth to tease, but before he could, the man had moved—pushing through the crowd toward him with alarming speed. In an instant, you'd turned Carlos' hold, blocking his body from the approaching threat. He could hardly believe what happened next.
The man reached out, but before he could lay a hand on Carlos, You'd moved at an impressive speed. Twisting the man’s wrist, using his own momentum against him, sending him crashing to the floor with a thud that made the crowd around them gasp. In seconds, you had the man pinned, screaming in pain, your knee pressed into his back, one hand expertly restraining his arm behind him.
Carlos stood there, dumbfounded.
“Security!” You barked, and within seconds, security rushed over to take the man away. You didn’t even look startled. Standing up, you dusted off your hands, tucked back a strand of hair that had fallen off place, and turned to Carlos, not a bead of sweat or hint of effort on your face.
“We should probably leave,” you said, as if nothing had happened.
Carlos on the other hand was still trying to process what he’d just witnessed. He’d doubted your capabilities, but that display of strength and professionalism had been something else entirely.
“What? How? Where did you learn to do that!?” he asked his tone a mixture of awe and disbelief.
You smirked, just a hint of amusement in your eyes. “Like I said, size isn’t everything.”
For the first time, Carlos felt embarrassed for having underestimated you.
“Right. Point taken." He admitted defeat. "You’re a badass.”
You raised an eyebrow, surprised at the sudden compliment. And for the first time, Carlos thought he detected a small blush. “Glad you finally noticed.”
The adrenaline still buzzed in his veins, and he couldn’t help but grin. “You know, you could’ve just told me you were basically superwoman. Would’ve saved me the embarrassment.”
You smirked slightly. “Where’s the fun in that?”
From that moment on, the dynamic shifted. Carlos no longer saw you as just a bodyguard. There was something about the way you carried yourself, that quiet confidence, that intrigued him. And despite the seriousness of your job, there was an undeniable spark between you—an unspoken flirtation that neither could quite ignore.
As you headed back to the hotel, Carlos couldn’t resist teasing you.
“So, you’re not just my bodyguard, you’re my personal guardian angel?”
You side-eyed him. “Don’t push it.”
He chuckled, leaning in closer as you walked.
“I’m just saying, if I ever end up in a fight, I know who I’m hiding behind.” his hand grazed yours.
You scoffed a laugh. “You’re welcome to try.”
There was a comfortable silence as you reached the elevator. Carlos pressed the button for his floor, stealing a glance at you.
“You know, I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t expect this. You’re full of surprises.” He leaned back onto the wall this time shamelessly scanning YOU.
“That’s part of the job.” you shrugged.
“Well, I’m looking forward to seeing what other surprises you’ve got up your sleeve.” his eyes dropped down your body once again.
For the first time, you allowed yourself a small, genuine smile. It was beautiful. “Just don’t get any ideas, Sainz.”
Carlos laughed, his heart skipping a beat at the reaction he caused. “Too late for that.”
You shook your head playfully rolling your eyes.
As you stepped out into the hallway, the air between you was charged with something new—something electric. Carlos realized that this partnership was going to be far more interesting than he’d ever imagined.
You might have been assigned to protect him, but there was no denying that the job had become deeper than intended.
In a world where speed and danger were part of everyday life, Carlos had found something, or rather someone, who could keep up with him. And maybe, you'd be the one to finally slow him down.
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A Heartbeat Between Us Epilogue.
Summary:
Aemond and Y.N celebrate their wedding day.
Warning(s): Fluff, Allusion to Smut & Aegon being Aegon ;-)
AEMOND x Y.N
Word Count: 3750
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Two years had passed, and the day had finally arrived. Y.N stood in the sunroom of the manor, nervously fidgeting with her bouquet.
The soft scent of flowers filled the air, and sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on her white dress.
Y.N glanced at her reflection in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric and taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.
Behind her, the sound of footsteps broke the quiet. "Beautiful," a voice said softly.
Y.N turned to see Aegon leaning casually against the door frame, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Aegon," she said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to walk you down the aisle," he replied, stepping closer. His usual mischievous demeanour was replaced by something softer, more sincere.
Y.N blinked, her eyes widening. "You'd do that?"
Aegon nodded, a rare moment of seriousness in his voice. "It would be my honour."
He held out his hand, and Y.N took it, her heart swelling with gratitude.
"Don't let me fall," she whispered, half-joking but still feeling a little shaky.
"Never," Aegon promised, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
As the doors to the sunroom opened, the soft sound of music drifted in, and Y.N took a deep breath.
The moment she had been both anticipating and dreading was here. Together, they walked slowly, side by side, to the beginning of the aisle.
The guests rose from their seats, turning to face her. Y.N’s heart fluttered as she saw so many familiar faces—friends, family—all here for this moment.
As she and Aegon moved forward, she caught sight of Jace sitting next to Rhaenyra and Daemon.
Jace gave her a smile and a nod of encouragement, which she returned.
They passed Alicent, who was seated near the front with Jack perched on her lap, his little face beaming with excitement. Y.N's heart melted at the sight of her son.
"I love you," she whispered as they passed.
"Love you, Mama," Jack replied in a sweet, clear voice, causing her to smile even wider.
As they neared the altar, Y.N’s eyes locked on Aemond. He stood tall, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze never leaving her.
A slight smile curved his lips as she approached, and when she reached him, he turned fully to face her.
Aegon pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before placing her hand in Aemond's. "Take good care of her, brother," he said with a teasing smirk but an undertone of sincerity.
Aemond nodded, his gaze fixed solely on Y.N. "Always."
As they stood facing each other, Y.N couldn't help but notice the tear that slipped down Aemond’s cheek. He smiled through it, his eye brimming with emotion.
"You look so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with love.
Y.N gently reached up, wiping the tear from his cheek with her thumb. "So do you," she replied softly, her voice trembling with the weight of the moment.
Before they exchanged their vows, Aemond reached up and, in a symbolic gesture, removed his eyepatch.
The sapphire that replaced his lost eye gleamed in the sunlight, a mark of both his past and the man he had become.
The priest began the ceremony, guiding them through the traditional vows. Y.N and Aemond recited their promises to each other, their voices steady but filled with emotion.
They exchanged rings, the bands symbolizing their unbreakable bond.
Finally, the priest smiled warmly and declared, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Aemond, you may kiss the bride."
Aemond didn’t hesitate. He cupped Y.N's face in his hands, his touch gentle yet possessive.
Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, sealing their vows as the guests erupted into loud applause.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. They were married, bound together in love, with their family and friends cheering them on.
Aemond and Y.N stood there, lost in each other’s gaze, knowing that their future together had only just begun.
The reception was in full swing. The manor’s grand ballroom had been transformed into an elegant space filled with soft candlelight and flowers, and the guests were seated around beautifully adorned tables.
Laughter and chatter filled the air as the celebration continued. Aemond rose from his seat, glass in hand, tapping it lightly to catch everyone's attention.
As the room quieted, Aemond looked across the crowd, his gaze eventually landing on Y.N. His heart swelled as he spoke, his voice steady but full of emotion.
“I am blessed beyond words to have you as my wife,” he began, his eye never leaving hers. “After I lost my eye, I never believed I would find anyone who could love me, truly love me, for who I am. I had convinced myself that someone like you was beyond my reach. But then, I saw you. From the moment you took my hand, I dreamt of this day—the day I could call you mine, and the day you would become my wife.”
Y.N felt tears welling up, and she squeezed his hand tightly.
Aemond smiled, his voice thick with emotion as he addressed the guests. “To stand here today, in front of family and friends, and to proudly call you my wife-I can say with absolute certainty: never give up on your dreams, because I have living proof that they do come true.”
The room erupted into applause, glasses raised in celebration. Aemond sat down, and Y.N leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her heart overflowing with love and pride.
After the applause died down, Y.N surprised everyone by standing up. “I know it’s not traditional for the bride to give a speech,” she began, smiling shyly, “but I just wanted to say something.”
She turned to Aemond, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. “Aemond, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was afraid at first, afraid that you were too good to be true. That maybe I didn’t deserve someone so pure, so beautiful, and so loving as you are.”
The guests listened intently as Y.N’s voice grew more confident, her love for Aemond shining through her words. “But here we are, surrounded by the people I love most, and I feel so proud—so blessed—to be your wife. Aemond, I was born to love you, and I always will.”
As she sat down, cheeks flushed from the heartfelt speech, Aemond cupped her face gently and kissed her, pulling her close.
The room was filled with warm smiles, and just as they broke apart, Aegon’s voice cut through the moment with a loud, teasing shout, “Get a room!”
The guests laughed, and Y.N giggled, leaning into Aemond as the love and joy of the day filled the room.
Soon, it was time to eat. The guests were served their wedding feast, a traditional three-course meal. For starters, there was a choice of soups—creamy tomato and basil or a hearty vegetable broth.
The main course was a beautifully prepared roast dinner, with a vegetarian and vegan option for those who preferred.
The tables buzzed with contentment as guests enjoyed their meals, and the dessert came in the form of a tempting selection of puddings—sticky toffee, chocolate mousse, and fruit tarts.
Y.N glanced around at the room, feeling utterly content. Everything was perfect, but more than the decorations or the food, it was the people around her, and most of all, the man sitting next to her, that made this day the happiest of her life.
Aemond reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as they shared a quiet, loving look amidst the celebration.
The reception had carried on into the evening, with music filling the manor and laughter spilling out from the dance floor. As the night wore on, the moment came for Aemond and Y.N to share their first dance as husband and wife.
The lights dimmed, and the guests gathered around the dance floor, excited murmurs in the air.
The soft opening notes of Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” began to play, and Y.N felt a flutter of excitement in her chest as Aemond took her hand.
Together, they walked to the center of the dance floor, the crowd parting for them.
Aemond wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, while Y.N looped hers around his neck, their bodies swaying gently to the music.
His touch was tender, his forehead resting against hers as they moved in time with the song. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them in their own perfect moment.
“I love you so much,” Aemond whispered softly, his voice filled with emotion as he gazed into her eyes, his thumb tracing small circles on her back.
Y.N smiled, her heart brimming with joy, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I’m pregnant again.”
Aemond froze for a moment, pulling back slightly to look at her, his eye wide with surprise and a huge grin spreading across his face.
“Are you really?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief and happiness.
“Yes,” Y.N nodded, her smile widening. “I did the test last night.”
Aemond let out a soft laugh, overwhelmed with emotion, and his hand instinctively moved to her stomach. “We’re having another baby,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
Just then, a small voice broke the moment. “Mama! Dada!” shouted Jack as he came toddling over to them with his arms outstretched.
Aemond bent down, picking up their son and holding him between them. “Come here” he said, smiling as Jack nestled into his chest.
The three of them swayed together in a perfect family embrace, still moving to the music.
“Mama so pretty,” Jack said, his little hand reaching out to touch Y.N’s face.
Aemond smiled at his son’s words and nodded. “I agree,” he said softly, “your mama is very pretty.”
Jack then reached up and gently stroked the scarred side of Aemond’s face. “Love you, Dada,” his innocent voice, his wide eyes filled with affection.
Aemond’s heart swelled, and he leaned into kiss Jack’s forehead. “I love you too, my dragon-”
The night was still in full swing as Aemond made his rounds on the dance floor, enjoying the company of his family.
After the emotional first dance with Y.N., he turned to his mother, Alicent. With a tender smile, Aemond offered her his hand.
"May I have this dance, Mother?" he asked.
Alicent beamed with pride, taking his hand as they began to sway to the soft music. “You’ve grown into such a fine man, Aemond. I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, her voice full of warmth.
Aemond gave her a small smile, the two sharing a quiet moment, lost in the rhythm of the music.
When the dance ended, Aemond kissed her hand and thanked her before turning to his sister, Helaena.
“Hellie, would you care to dance?” he asked.
Helaena giggled and accepted. The two of them spun gracefully around the dance floor,
Helaena’s light laughter floating through the air. "Your very happy” she noted, her observant eyes watching her brother.
“I am,” Aemond replied, glancing across the room at Y.N., who was dancing with Aegon.
After their dance, Aemond surprised everyone by extending his hand to Rhaenyra.
A few raised eyebrows greeted the gesture, except for Daemon as Aemond wasn’t sure he actually had eyebrows but Rhaenyra smiled softly and accepted.
“It’s nice to see you at peace little brother-” Rhaenyra said as they danced, the tension that had once been between them all but dissolved.
“Thank you for being here sister-” Aemond replied, surprising her with his sincerity.
The two shared a moment of mutual respect before parting ways as the song ended.
Meanwhile, Y.N. was sharing her own dances. Aegon had led her in a playful spin around the dance floor, followed by Daeron, who kept things more formal but couldn’t hide his joy for his brother.
Just as Y.N. was about to sit down, Jace appeared, offering her his hand.
“May I?” Jace asked with a charming smile.
Y.N. smiled back, accepting his hand. They moved together smoothly on the dance floor, and Jace took a moment to compliment her. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said sincerely.
“Thank you, Jacey,” Y.N. replied, feeling at ease with him.
As they continued to dance, Y.N. expressed her gratitude. “Thank you for coming, Jace. It really means a lot”
Jace gave her a warm smile. “It was nice to receive an invite, after everything.”
Y.N. nodded, understanding the weight of his words. “It’s a shame Luke couldn’t be here, but-for obvious reasons, it’s probably for the best.”
Jace chuckled. “Yeah, probably would’ve found him face-down in the buffet by now.”
Y.N. laughed, the sound light and genuine. “True.”
“I’m glad to see you’re happy,” Jace said softly, his gaze sincere.
“I am,” Y.N. confirmed, her voice steady and content.
Before Jace could say anything else, Aemond appeared, clearing his throat as he approached them.
Jace glanced at Aemond and smiled, leaning in to press a friendly kiss to Y.N.'s cheek. “Look after her,” he told Aemond.
“I will,” Aemond promised, his hand resting possessively on Y.N.'s waist.
After their dance ended, Y.N. excused herself, needing to sit down for a moment. She found a seat next to Aegon, who looked a bit sulky.
“What’s wrong?” Y.N. asked, noticing his pout.
Aegon groaned, “The nice waitress won’t give me a second look. I told her she was beautiful, and she got all huffy.”
Y.N. raised an eyebrow. “Okay-what exactly did you say?”
“I just said she was beautiful, and then she asked if that’s all that mattered to me. I said, what else is there-and she stormed off,” Aegon recounted, looking genuinely baffled.
Y.N. shook her head with a sigh. “Oh dear.”
“I know,” Aegon muttered.
“Have you ever thought of writing a book?” Y.N. asked.
Aegon looked at her, confused. “A book?”
“Yeah, you could call it How to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less,” Y.N. teased.
Aegon groaned dramatically. “I haven’t been laid in weeks! I’m worried it’s going to drop off from lack of use-”
Y.N. smirked. “Poor you. Must be awful.”
“It is,” Aegon complained, sinking further into his chair.
Y.N. sighed, looking at him with pity. “Why don’t you go and apologize to the girl? Tell her that whilst you do find her beautiful, you’re also interested in getting to know her as a person. And while you’re at it, you can apologize for being a complete arse-.”
Aegon looked uncertain. “You think that’ll work?”
“You’ll never know unless you try. Now go on,” Y.N. urged him.
Aegon downed the rest of his drink, pressed a sloppy kiss to Y.N.'s cheek, and got up.
With renewed determination, he headed over to the waitress, leaving Y.N. shaking her head and chuckling as she watched him.
As the night began to wind down, Aemond and Y.N. made their way to Jack, who was sitting on Alicent's lap, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
It was getting late, and the little boy was clearly ready for bed. Aemond knelt down in front of him, gently brushing a strand of hair from Jack's forehead.
"Time for bed, little one," Aemond said softly.
Jack looked up at him with sleepy eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. "Love you, Dada," he murmured.
"I love you too, buddy," Aemond whispered, kissing him on the forehead. Y.N. leaned down next, pressing a gentle kiss to Jack's cheek.
"Goodnight, sweet boy. Mama loves you," she whispered.
Jack yawned again and mumbled, "Love you, Mama," before snuggling into Alicent’s arms.
Alicent smiled warmly at the pair. "I'll get him ready for bed and keep an eye on him tonight. You two go enjoy your evening."
"Thank you, Mother," Aemond said, standing and taking Y.N.'s hand as they both nodded gratefully at Alicent.
As they moved back to the main area, they were met by Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Jace, who were making their way over to say their goodbyes.
“Congratulations again,” Rhaenyra said, pulling Y.N. into a hug. “It was a beautiful ceremony.”
Daemon clapped Aemond on the shoulder, offering a rare, sincere smile. "You’ve done well. Best of luck to you both."
Jace offered his hand to Aemond, who accepted it with a firm shake, before turning to Y.N. and giving her a smile.
As they bid their farewells, the remaining guests trickled out one by one until only Aemond, Y.N., Helaena, and Daeron remained.
Daeron, who had been lounging comfortably in a chair, suddenly looked around and asked, "Where's Aegon?"
Y.N. laughed softly, leaning back against Aemond. "I think he might have gotten lucky with that waitress."
Right on cue, Aegon appeared in the doorway, looking a bit dishevelled, his shirt half-buttoned and his hair tousled.
He strolled into the room with a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. "I sure did," he said, a little too proudly.
Aemond rolled his eye, motioning to Aegon’s mismatched buttons. "You haven’t even dressed yourself properly."
Aegon looked down at his shirt and giggled as he fumbled with the buttons, fixing them. "Oops."
Y.N. couldn't help but laugh. "So, how'd it go?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Aegon let out a contented sigh as he sat down. "Oh, it was fantastic."
Y.N. rolled her eyes. "No, not that. I meant, did you actually apologize for being an arse and tell her you wanted to get to know her?"
Aegon grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I intended to say all that-but when I opened my mouth, I sort of promised her that if she gave me a chance, she wouldn’t be walking straight tomorrow."
Daeron gasped in disbelief. "And that worked?"
"Oh, yeah, it worked,” Aegon said with a smug smile. “I gave her a good going over. She’s currently asleep in the guest room."
Aemond groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You’ve left a stranger asleep in my house?"
Aegon shrugged. "She’s not a stranger—her name is-Laura? No, Lina! And I fully intend to go back there for another round in a bit. Gotta make good on my promise."
Y.N. laughed, shaking her head. "You're such a twat."
Aegon just grinned wider. "Yeah, I know."
Aemond stood up and offered Y.N. his hand, his voice gentle but firm. “It’s time we got going.”
Aegon glanced up at them, confused. "Where are you going?"
Before Aemond could answer, Helaena chimed in. “They’re going to a hotel for the night. Mother is staying here with Jack.”
Aegon’s eyes widened in realization. "Oh yeah—wait, Mother’s staying the night?" His expression quickly turned mischievous. "Best tell my girl to keep quiet, she’s a bit of a screamer."
Daeron groaned, his face contorting in horror. "Right, that’s it. I’m going to bed. I just pray that I remembered to pack earplugs."
As Daeron made a hasty exit, Aemond shook his head, pulling Y.N. closer.
He gave Aegon one last exasperated look before leading his bride toward the door, eager to finally have some time alone with her.
“Good luck with that, brother,” Aemond muttered under his breath, causing Y.N. to stifle a giggle as they headed out, leaving Aegon and his questionable decisions behind for the night.
The warm steam of the hot tub swirled gently into the night air as Aemond relaxed against the edge, his back resting between Y.N.'s legs as she dipped her feet into the bubbling water.
A soft sigh escaped him as her fingers worked into the muscles of his shoulders, easing away any lingering tension from the long and emotional day. He held a glass of champagne in one hand, lazily swirling the liquid.
"This feels awful," he muttered, taking a sip. "Drinking alcohol when you can't."
Y.N. chuckled softly from behind him, her fingers still kneading his shoulders. "It's our wedding night, Aemond. You deserve to get plastered."
He glanced up at her with a smile, appreciating her sense of humour as always. "Thank the gods this place includes breakfast," he mused, "because I’m going to need a bit of stodge to soak up all this drink."
Y.N. laughed, her soft voice carrying over the quiet of the night. The sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the tub mixed with their shared warmth and closeness, making the moment feel even more intimate.
Aemond closed his eye, leaning further into her touch as she continued her gentle massage.
"You’re not disappointed we didn’t go on a proper honeymoon, are you?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Not at all," Y.N. replied, her hands moving up to his neck, her thumbs working gentle circles against his skin. "I actually prefer this. I’m not ready to leave Jack for more than a night yet."
Aemond gave a small hum of agreement. "Me either, to be honest," he admitted. He loved their son fiercely, and the thought of being far from him for an extended time didn’t sit well. "Maybe when the kids are older, we can get away properly."
"Yeah, maybe," she agreed softly, her fingers drifting up into his hair, combing through the damp strands with gentle strokes.
They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other’s presence and the serenity of the night.
Aemond groaned softly in pleasure as Y.N.'s fingers worked their magic. "I wish you were in here with me," he murmured, tipping his head back slightly to look up at her.
"So do I," Y.N. replied, smiling down at him. "But it’s not safe for the baby."
Her hands continued to stroke through his hair, the act more intimate than any words they could share at that moment.
"I love you so much," Aemond whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion.
Y.N. leaned down, her lips brushing his temple as she whispered back, "I love you too, Aemond. More than anything."
They stayed like that, wrapped in the warmth of the hot tub and the love they had built together, the night perfect in its simplicity.
It wasn’t the grand honeymoon that some would expect, but it was theirs—and that was all that mattered.
The End.
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