An Argument Ensues

The movement was a beauty; Alicent's breasts seemed to jiggle at a fraction of the real speed as Rhaenyra fingered them, her nipples jostling up and down, up and down in time with the rest of each nude, quivering roundness. Alicent whined, "O-oh, R-rhaenyra! Rhaenyra, please! I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean...please don't..." She interrupted herself with an involuntary snigger. "A-li-cent!" Rhaenyra replied, in a sing-song voice as her fingers continued their demonic work. "I wasn't joking! Or maybe I was, I suppose the only way to find out is to see what happens, if you're bold enough!"
Alicent whimpered, closing her eyes and taking long, slow breaths. She's considering it, weighing up her options. Rhaenyra wasn't even sure which of the two she'd prefer, seeing her like this was such fun. There was a pause, and the tickling seemed to go on for an eternity within it, and all the while Alicent was given over to laughs and snorts and breathless squeals, and then she said the words. "I l-like it!" Alicent cried. "I like it! I—" She would have gone on further, but in response to the illicit admission, Rhaenyra abruptly stopped. She put her hands behind her back and edged a few steps away, watching intently. It took Alicent a few moments to realise it had stopped, and when she did she opened her eyes, her bare chest still heaving from all the excitement. She glared at Rhaenyra, swallowed thickly, then looked down and gasped, folding her arms to cover herself as she tried to catch her breath. "That was... I... you..." She looked at Rhaenyra askance, inhaled deeply. "That was... why must... must you be so... wicked!"
"It was a bit of fun!" Rhaenyra couldn't stop herself from smiling. It's strange, she's rather comely when she's flustered. "Besides, you liked it!"
"I..." Alicent shook her head. Vigorously. "You tricked me! And I... I only said that under duress!"
"Oh?" Rhaenyra cocked her head. "Then why were you laughing so? I don't believe I've ever seen you laugh quite so hard."
"I'm..." Alicent pursed her lips, in combination with the colour of her face, she rather looked the part of the irritable tomato, Rhaenyra thought. "I'm ticklish!"
"On your teats?" She circled her own areola with her ring finger, mocking, and almost... enticing. Alicent hugged herself tighter, embarrassed at the mere mention of them. "E-everywhere!" It wasn't the laughter alone though, was it? You bit your lip, I saw it with my own eyes, and that look in yours, as if someone had buried their tongue in your... "Black Cells," Rhaenyra blurted out. "...That's where I should put you, for such bald-faced lies!"
"Bald-faced...? and what of you? You asked me a question, and then punished me for speaking the truth!"
"You spoke a hurtful truth instead of a pleasant lie!" Rhaenyra shot back, mostly mocking, a fraction serious. "What kind of girl sees her friend's bust and likens it to a molehill!"
"I was nervous! You wanted both of us to have them on display, and I warned you, I said the Septa—"
"Oh, hang the Septa!"
Alicent's jaw dropped, she put a hand up to her open mouth in shock. "Rhaenyra!"
"Please!" She rolled her eyes dismissively. "You've heard worse, and from your own Lord Father's mouth, I'd wager! And anyway, she's an old woman in a silly habit, the way you invoke her, one might think she we were your wet nurse!"
"Rhaenyra!" Alicent's voice had a harder edge to it, hints of anger bubbling to the surface, but Rhaenyra went on, heedless to it. "Not a word of it's untrue! You simper and moon over her, the Sept, the High Septon; perhaps you're not one of my Father's subjects at all! Perhaps it's it's The Warrior who's your King, and the Maiden who's your Princess!
"RHAENYRA!" Alicent exploded, pushing off of the bookshelf and rushing forward to tackle her friend with such speed and fury she lifted her clean off her feet and carried her across the room, where they landed on the bed in a flurry of swirling skirts and open-palmed slaps. Rhaenyra was winded by the impact, and lay there catching her breath as Alicent sat there atop her, skirts rumpled and hair ruffled, eyes wide and mouth set into a sneer. "HOW... DARE... YOU!" she screamed. Her hands were balled into fists, and raised, like she was barely resisting the urge to strike her. Rhaenyra stared, wide-eyed.

Neither of them spoke.

After a time, Alicent broke the silence. "That... was... unkind," She said, staring unblinkingly down at her. Rhaenyra wanted to say something, but her mind had gone curiously blank. Something about seeing Alicent like that, towering above her, all quiet fury and flaming cheeks, it robbed her of her wit, made it difficult for her to think up the words, let alone say them. She found she couldn't even keep eye contact, so difficult was it to behold the rage in them. It wasn't unlike looking directly into the sun; it demanded much and yielded little, save for an abiding sense of unease. Still, despite everything, it was still exciting. In her mind's eye, she had a fleeting glimpse of Alicent leaning down and kissing her, but the kiss was on her breasts instead of her mouth, and as it happened, she swore she could feel the phantom sensation of small, plump lips falling into place around one of her nipples, teeth clamping down to tug playfully on it. A strange game, she thought, but still just a game. They were girls, after all, a kiss between girls could only ever be a kind of game; a queer game, yes, but... She came back to herself, and realised her gaze had fallen on Alicent's chest instead of her face, the dark citcles seeming to have a strange hypnotic quality.
A part of her had wanted her friend to say nothing, to try and endure the tickling **** and in so doing **** her hand—or, as the case may be, mouth—she'd sworn she'd do it, after all, and would have been honour bound to use her mouth on them if she'd flouted Rhaenyra's terms... It wasn't something she wanted, it was the rules... if she was going to one day rule the Seven Kingdoms, she'd have to be a fair and just ruler who meant the things she said and carried out the proper sentence once she'd declared it. Once banished to the Wall, a man could not be brought back to court and given lands and a new bride as recompense; in the same way, if a girl was foolish enough to disobey a direct order from the Crown Princess, there was no other recourse but...
She closed her eyes and saw it, clear as day; they were still on the bed, but Alicent was underneath her, and she looked awfully nervous as Rhaenyra lowered her face toward her teats. But it had never come to pass, and that was nothing to Rhaenyra. Why would it be? Why was she even thinking about this at all? Why was she letting this happen to her at all? This had gone on for long enough, she decided. She opened her eyes and went to sit up, but felt Alicent's hands on her hips, holding her down. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes. She had a great deal of affection for Alicent, but this time she'd overstepped. "Where do I think... I'm the heir to the Iron Throne, I'll go wherever I please! Now let me up!"
"Not until you apologise."
"For what?"
"Rhaenyra." She was unimpressed, her tone stern as a Septa.
"Alicent." Rhaenyra squirmed beneath her grip. "What are you planning on doing, exactly? Holding me here like a common outlaw?"
"Perhaps I might, it would hardly be undeserved, given the circumstances."
"The circumstances being... what? So I played with these udders of yours for a few minutes, so what?"
Alicent let herself fall forward, down and down, until their breasts were almost touching again; Alicent's hung like delicate, pillowy pendulums over Rhaenyra's face, their shadows dwarfing her fruits. "Udders?"
Rhaenyra licked her lips, watching the udders swing slowly back and forth. "Not the most sensitive choice of words, I'll admit, but it's hardly an insult. They're..." Her eyes followed them, back and forth, back and forth. "Comely."
"Apologise!"
"Is that a request, or an order?"
Alicent bared her teeth. "Rhaenyra..."
Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. "Oh, for heaven's sake, can you not simply trouble yourself to calm down and lighten u—"
There was a knock on the door, they both turned to look at it. "Um, princess?" came a small, tremulous voice from the other side. "May I come in, M'lady? I've some fresh clothes prepared." The girls looked at each other, then down at their exposed breasts. Alicent flushed, and hurriedly rolled off of Rhaenyra. They got up and both went about pulling their dresses back into place, stuffing their respective busts back into them. "Er, just a moment!" said Rhaenyra, quickly relacing Alicent's corset from behind and cinching it tight enough to draw a gasp out of her. She glanced at over her shoulder. "This isn't over!" she said, in a furious whisper, as Rhaenyra smoothed the back of it down and stepped away. "Oh, hush!" she shot back. Spinning on her heel to address the servant behind the door, she cleared her throat and called, "Come in!" The servant did as she was bade, and a moment later stepped through the tall oaken door of Rhaenyra's chambers, doing an awkward half-curtsey when she caught sight of them, on account of the large pile of laundry in one of her hands. "Beg pardon, M'lady, it's that time of the week. Miss Wendell The Washerwoman had me hurry over with these as fast as I could manage; she knows how much you love your Summer gowns."
"Oh yes, I adore Summer and a nice gown, combine the two and I'm the giddiest maiden you ever did see...except, well...Alicent here has been known to come down with a case of the giggles, now and then, haven't you?"
"Rhaenyra," Alicent warned, her gaze sharp and reproachful. "Don't."
The washerwoman looked from one girl to the other, and back again. "I...suppose I should hand these over and be off, then."
Yes, just here, if you please. "Rhaenyra smiled and indicated the proper place to deposit the pile. She thanked the washerwoman and sent her on her way, and when she was gone, Alicent rounded on her again. "Why must you be this way? Hm?"
"You take yourself too seriously," Rhaenyra replied, defensively. "Or do you intend to tell me now that you took that for a serious matter?"
"The seriousness with which you intended it is not my concern, the brazen scandal of it is!"
"What scandal?" Rhaenyra gestured broadly at the room around them. "We were the only ones here!"
"And if it were not so, and that servant wandered in while you had me up against the bookshelf? Do you think she'd have taken it as a jape between friends, or something else?"
Rhaenyra shrugged. "I don't care what the servants think."
"Then you are a fool as well as a demon!" She paused, pinching the bridge of her nose to calm herself. When she next spoke, it was in a quieter, calmer tone. "Reputation is everything, Rhaenyra. The Septa says—"
Rhaenyra snorted loudly. Alicent reddened, but pressed on. "The Septa says it is the means by which a woman's station is maintained, can you not see that? Or is it that you do not see anything beyond the end of your own nose? Perhaps you think yourself above it because of your blood, or the dragon you ride, and perhaps you're right... but we can't all be the daughters of Kings!" She pointed at herself exasperatedly, prodding her breastbone again and again as she talked. "I am the Hand's daughter, but a brooch is not passed down through one's blood; my father was not born the King's Hand, and he is not like to die that way, either. For the time being, I grace the halls of this keep, I enjoy your company, and you mine, because he wears that brooch and gives your Father counsel, and he wears it because of who we are and from whence we came. It is House Hightower's standing that anchors us here, Rhaenyra, a standing you risk diminishing with such brazen pranks as this!"
Rhaenyra was speechless, the tirade piercing at her like spearpoints rushing at the gaps in a suit of armour. She nags at me worse than Mother, she thought. Is that why I love her so? "Alicent, I...see you've become upset—"
"Become upset?" That had been the wrong way to phrase it, it seemed; Alicent balled her hands into fists, shaking on the spot as if she were about to burst into another fit of rage. She was going to say something, Rhaenyra watched it build and build within her, imagining it as a white hot current working its way up her throat... and then it halted. "Rhaenyra... you... Oh, to the Seven Hells with it!" Alicent hitched up her skirts and went to leave, stopping only to throw a contemptuous look and one last barb over her shoulder as she hovered there in the doorway. "They say the Dragon's Blood makes your family run hot, Rhaenyra, it seems to me that in your case it's liable to burn you out entirely!" She tossed her hair over her shoulder and departed, leaving Rhaenyra alone with nothing but her thoughts.

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