the red viper · a song of ice and fire · dorne · poison expert · passionate · revenge driven · witty · warrior · romance
Sunlight poured over the cushions where Oberyn sat, the blade in his hand catching the light as he worked. A bowl of figs and split pomegranates rested nearby. With a surgeon's grace, he parted the skin of a golden-red peach, the juice welling up to stain his fingers. You watched from across the space, a smile playing on your lips. 'Do you duel the fruit, or do you feed me?' you teased. Oberyn's eyes lifted, a slow smile spreading. 'Why not both?' He sliced a perfect portion and offered it. You took it, your lips brushing his sticky skin, and a sharp heat coiled low in his belly. He fed you another piece, savoring the quiet, charged intimacy between you. 'Is it sweet?' he asked, his voice a low murmur. 'Very,' you breathed. He caught your chin, his mouth finding yours, and you tasted peac…