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[Dahlia Waters]

Dahlia listened quietly and watched as Daemon wrapped himself up, feeling strange still, but not like she might fall apart if someone touched her too hard. She smiled a little bit at his words, shaking her head as her eyes followed his movements, resting on his small clothes more than once as she watched him. Something in her was different now, she thought. Some kind of unexplainable thing that was changing and making her make some decisions about herself that were different from what she had always thought. Blood proved that she was Targaryen. And Targaryens took what they wanted, did they not? So... by rights, Dahlia should have what she wanted.

It seemed like sensible logic at the moment. And so she moved closer to him, trying to explain to him her thoughts, though she had never been as good with words as she wished to be. She tried, but still felt like her apology and explanation was lacking. She made a frustrated noise as he responded, shaking her head a little bit at him as she reached forward to rub at his shoulders, thinking as her hands moved over his warm skin slowly.

"No... that's not why I'm still a maiden. Most of that comes from working very hard not to get raped... and a childish dream of mine that I'm starting to realize was ridiculous." She shook her head again, working her thin fingers into the thick pads of muscle on his shoulders and upper chest and neck slowly, working the tension out of him as it also seemed to help her to relax a bit. "It's not even about that, really. about having children, though that is something I would think about in the future. It's more...." Dahlia shrugged. "No one has ever wanted me before, as more than a means to get a job done or a grudging extra mouth to feed. I only hoped, that if it came down to it, a man who wanted me once, might some day want to keep me." She waved a hand in the air slightly, as if chasing away smoke. "It's a stupid idea, I know. Childish. I wasn't thinking."

She moved her hands lower on his chest, rubbing at his pecs and the top of his abs now, her face heating slightly. She moved her hands over him in silence for a few seconds. "You're not allowed to choose where you live? Even now, as a man?" She shook her head a little bit. "Why not defy him in that like you do everything else? You already spend a lot of time away, or at least that's what you told me. You're a Targaryen... you should have what you want." Dahlia said, her voice growing a bit more husky as she dug her fingers into his skin, rubbing in small circles, staring at the shape of him as she felt her skin against his. What she wanted... could she do that, she wondered?

[Daemon II Targaryen]

Daemon shuddered as his muscled slowly, almost grudgingly started to relax under her fingers, his breath coming out in a slow sigh as his had hung down slightly, eyes closed as his head lolled on his neck slightly. Her fingers sent shivers down his pine and everywhere she touched him it felt hot, like she'd had her hands in boiling water for too long. A little sound came from him as she worked at the muscle of his shoulders and neck, letting out a little sound that was different than the others as her hands moved along his chest, his small clothes feeling much too tight even though they were designed to allow for such things as a man becoming aroused. His deep lilac eyes cracked and watched her as she spoke.

A lazy half grin touched his lips, voice coming out deeper than before. "Really? Here I assumed the dream of every young girl was to run around pretending to be a boy with a sword until she was discovered and gang raped by at least fifty men. I guess I was wrong." He gave her a look but didn't press when she talked about the stupid dream. She was a woman, which meant she wanted to be married before giving her maidenhood, it was common...and childish for someone not in a castle and surrounded by guards.

Daemon grunted, head lolling once more and eyes closing. "Aye, no one's wanted you before because you look like a man. I'll assume that has something to do with it. As for the rest of it, you assume and try and think ahead too much. Dreaming gets you nothing aside from miserable and usually killed." Shrugging he groaned as she hit a especially tight spot. When she said she wasn't speaking he snorted again. "Obviously..."

Lilac eyes cracked slightly as her hands went to his pecks and abs, her hands pressing against his abs sent little jolts straight to the tip of his manhood, making it twitch harder and more frequently than before. Her question had him glancing up at her. "I go where I please. I don't have a keep with an army and servants however. I am a prince, living in a hovel would be rather...frowned upon. And if you haven't noticed most keeps and castles are taken." When her fingers dug into his abs a little gasp escaped him, back arching slightly at the sensation and sound of her voice. "Harrenhal......I want it.....yet it's mostly ruin....and takes a massive amount of gold and resources to keep up with. Not to mention it needs repaired since it was torched by Aegon's dragons..." Daemon's eyes slid from hers to the top of her breasts.

[Dahlia Waters]

Dahlia's fingers worked against Daemon as she watched his skin moving under her touch, thinking and speaking and wishing she had never questioned him in the first place. The little noise he made quirked the corner of her mouth up for a second before she kept going, encouraged. She couldn't help glancing to his small clothes a couple of times, now that she was touching him, her mood so odd as she churned thoughts slowly in her head. At his sarcastic remark, Dahlia brought her hand back just enough to give him a light smack as she narrowed her eyes at him.

Hopefully, he wouldn't take offense and have her strangled, but something told her he wouldn't, and she moved her hands back to rub at the muscles in his chest. She couldn't help but shake her head at herself, smiling at the realizations she was making, though it was more of a smirk. "Hey, just because I'm a bastard, doesn't mean I can't have standards. Unfortunately, this isn't the world I was hoping for when I ran off on my own. I've made some realizations since then. I'm not a little girl any more." No, not at all, and that was why she was doing what she was doing now. Thinking what she was thinking as she eyed him again.

She rolled her eyes slightly as his attitude seemed to be set on sarcasm and berating her, but she continued on anyway, working her hands into the muscles along his sides and pushing upwards to loosen them. "Yes... probably because I look like a man." She said quietly, her mind going back to the trees and his hands brushing against her skin when they had been alone, and his words at the time. "But as I remember... you said you liked that about me."

Her eyes landed on his groin again when she finished speaking, rubbing at him slowly as she listened to his words, feeling his body in a way that she hadn't thought of before, taking stock of his muscles, her own still sore from the sparring and battle, though the shock of her first kills had worn off considerably now that she had something else to focus on. She shrugged and kept touching him as he spoke, slowing her hands when he mentioned Harrenhall. She had heard of it. "That seems like... a pretty big goal." She said, hands moving lower slowly. "I bet you could do it, though. If you want it... take it. Make it yours. Then, you can do whatever you want." She shrugged, smirking to herself, thinking of taking her own advice as she rubbed at his lower abs, just above his small clothes. Maybe it was the shock making her do this. Maybe.

[Daemon II Targaryen]

Daemon blinked looking more than a little shocked as he felt her hand thwack against him, the prince gave her a some what startled look for a moment. Had....she really just struck him? Blinking he glanced from her face to where her hand had hit then back again. She had.... Arching a brow his lips curved up in the corners slightly. "Don't get accustomed to be letting you do that. if anyone else had seen it I'd be forced to strangle you...or hang you...or rape you." He lifted thick shoulders in a shrug before closing his eyes to the sensations, his lips parting as he let out a slow breath, breath trembling slightly in the sigh.

The prince snorted then, cracking an eye and glancing up at her slowly. "No. But that mixed with being a peasant, a mediocre jouster and swordsman, no skills aside from that to feed yourself and wandering from town to town. THAT is why you can't have standards. A stationary bastard with a business and a home can have standards. You having them is like a Aurochs refusing to drink from a dirty water puddle in the desert." Giving a grunt he nodded once to her statement about not being a little girl anymore, he wasn't so sure about that but he honestly wasn't in the mood to argue with her hands moving over him and the pressure in his groin.

Daemon gave a low sigh as she pressed up along his ribs, fighting the urge to lay back and lull into a state of half asleep and half awake. When she spoke again his eyes opened slowly, darker than before as he starred at her for a time in silence, body swaying slightly with the motion of her hands on him. "True....but my tastes aren't normal. It's said all Targaryen's have a touch of madness in them. And I thought that was apparent. I wouldn't lie about such things..." With that he left his eyes drift closed once more.

When she spoke again and her hands slipped slowly lower his crouch throbbed harder than before at how close she was, a shiver running over his body against her hands as he whetted his lips, speaking with eyes closed. "It is. Whoever controls it holds the heart of Westeros and can call more banners than any other lord aside from the Tyrells. It would also be one of the most wealthy if one could set it right...an unimaginably costly project."

[Dahlia Waters]

Dahlia waited with a wary expression after she smacked Daemon, not sure if he was going to freak out or not. She could tell it wasn't something he was used to. She watched his face for some indication of what he might do, relieved when he finally smiled a little bit. "I wouldn't dream of it... your highness." She smirked slowly, going back to rubbing her fingers against his muscles slowly. At least it seemed that they were still... what? Friends. Sort of. Dahlia wasn't sure if that was the word she would use for it, but it was the closest thing she had.

As he continued to tell her why she wasn't allowed to have standards she felt like smacking him again, but refrained, just stopping her fingers from pinching him as her eyes narrowed a little bit. "Well, technically, I'm not just a bastard any more. I'm a squire. Which means I get to have standards. A squire to a prince, even, which means I get to have high standards. Compared to other squires." Then she went back to loosening the muscles in his torso, her eyes finding more and more interest in his groin as she rubbed at him, parts of her becoming a bit uncomfortable under the tight wrapping of the bandage.

She watched him, watching her, as he laid below her, and moved to sit on the bed beside him instead of just standing over him to rub at his sides and stomach. "Well, apparently you'd have to be mad to take an interest in my looks, since none ever have before. At least nothing so much as what you have said. And I never said you were lying. I was just... reminding you... of what yo told me." She said, the corner of her mouth quirking up a little bit as she got a strange rush out of reminding him that she had heard his admission of wanting her. Now, touching him like this, rubbing low along his stomach, Dahlia was the one wanting him, it seemed.

She watched lower areas of his body as she massaged his lower abs, watching his muscles contract there as his groin throbbed a little bit. Of course he deflected or ignored the implications of what she had been saying. Smirking a little bit, Dahlia shrugged her muscled shoulders, running her hands across his hips slowly. "Well... from what I've seen of you, I think you could do whatever you set your mind to. I've been on the wrong end of your anger before, in the way of you winning a prize, and look where it got me." She leaned back a little bit, her hands brushing the top of his small clothes. "You have the drive to claim whatever you want. Like I said, you're a Targaryen. Surely, there are people who might help you. In fact...." Her hand slid lower, resting on his upper thigh over the fabric of his small clothes then as she looked up at him with heat in her eyes. "I would help you. Not that it would be much, considering I don't have any money... but I'm a Targaryen too. A dragon, even you said so. Two dragons are better than one, right?"

[Daemon II Targaryen]

Daemon arched a brow as she starred at him. While he was used to eyes on him all the time he wasn't accustomed to one person's set of eyes on him. Dahlia's starring was making him slightly uncomfortable and wondering if he was bleeding out of his head or mouth or something. Glaring a little at his words he grunted, running a hand through his hair and making his bicep bulge but not really bothering to full on correct her. And he had a feeling that she called him that on purpose, simply because she knew it bothered him.

The prince gave a sly, cheeky grin as Dahlia narrowed her eyes on him, going for innocent but coming off looking like the cat who ate the canary. Dahlia's logic had him blinking a few times, the corners of his mouth tilting down as he gave a nod. "Nod bad. You have a point there. But that doesn't make up for the ridiculous standards you had before I named you squire. And you're getting rather arrogant after only three days. When squires get arrogant they usually get whipped. But peeling your shirt off for a public whipping would be...problematic." He hefted his shoulders in a shrug then. Daemon noted how her eyes continued sliding to his groin and he smirked inwardly, clenching his abs hard and making it twitch each time her vision found it.

As he stretched back and she continued to speak he frowned slightly before giving her a rather stern look. "Obviously. And you don't need to remind me of anything, I remember it perfectly. The conversation, the sparring...the bandaging.." His words came out a low purr as he reminded her and himself of that, his small clothes so tight he was worried they'd cut off the circulation to his legs. His lips parted as her hand brushed onto his lower abs, just barely brushing her clothes which were low slung and small drawing a sort of tiny gasp from him, abs clenching hard.

When she shrugged his eyes shot directly to the lines of muscles there and fully gasped when her hands slid over his hips, they pistoned up once before he steeled himself, muscle clenching through his torso. As she spoke his now lavender eyes drifted slowly to her blue ones, chest raising and falling faster as he felt her hands on the top of his small clothes. Her words had him tilting his head and licking his lips as her hand landed on his upper thigh, barely any distance between his throbbing manhood and where her hand was lieing.

Clearing his throat he spoke low, purring and his voice full of almost primal desire. "True....yet you're a Dragon by blood...not by name. If you were a Dragon by name.....that would make you in all senses of the word. Money, influence. That would offer more weight in my bid...." Licking his lips again he couldn't stop his eyes from lowering to the tops of her breasts, his hand twitching next to her thigh as he wanted to touch her, but stopped.

[Dahlia Waters]

Dahlia smirked a little bit, feeling smarmy as she slighted him jsut a little bit, before her eyes were back on him more and more. She had felt attraction to him before, to be sure, but this... was getting ridiculous. she'd never wanted a man like this before, but for some reason, killing those two men had opened some kind of gate in her mind that had been shut before. She was over her stupid little princess idea of saving herself for a husband, which would likely never happen, and she was over being shy and nervous. No, Dahlia was a woman grown now, and she was Targaryen, even if it was just in her blood. She should have every right to take what she wanted as well.

She rolled her eyes slightly when he mentioned pulling her shirt off in public, then smirked slowly, rubbing at his stomach before giving him a sly grin. "Well... looks like you'll just have to punish me in private then, won't you?" Had that really come out of her mouth? Dahlia looked down to his groin with satisfaction and thought yes, yes it had. And she didn't regret it either. She would say things like that. Show her interest, when she felt it. After all, she was alive, and that was something. And she was a woman, an she was a man, and they wanted each other. The more she thought about it, the stupider it seemed for her to have stopped him earlier in the field.

When Daemon gave her a hard look, Dahlia didn't cower. Instead, she stared at him with defiant eyes, her hands splayed over his bare skin. She felt her lips quirk up in a smirk as she remembered his hand brushing over her skin, holding her back against his armor. And she wanted that again, girlish dreams be damned. Today was a wake up call for her, and she was willing to take it all in stride. When he gasped lightly, Dahlia knew she was on the right track with him.

She continued touching him, light brushes across his thigh and hips, teasing like he had done to her before in the brush. He was hot where she touched, and Dahlia licked her lips a little bit, staring right back at him. "True... but I've never really wanted the fame." She said, raising her hand slowly higher until she was gripping him over his small clothes. "Actions speak louder than any name or words, right?" Dahlia smirked at him, holding him in a tight grip. "Is my name so important to you now? A dragon is a powerful beast, no matter what you call it."

[Daemon II Targaryen]

((This...needs moved haha. Will pick it up when that naughty bits are passed.))