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Scorching Oasis - part 1
This is perfection.
You recline on your sun lounger, topless, soaking in the desert sun.
The tranquility of this hidden oasis washes over you as you let out a contented sigh.
Soft, warm sand cushions your body while the gentle rustling of palm fronds creates a soothing soundtrack for your daydreams.
You revel in the feeling of freedom that comes with being alone and unrestricted, your cares melting away under the golden sunlight.
The serene atmosphere is further enhanced by the delicate scents of exotic flowers wafting through the air.
Suddenly, you feel a gaze on you.
Turning, you catch Khal Drogo’s eyes on you through the garden wall.
He quickly looks away, but not before you’ve seen his flushed face.
A tingle of excitement shoots down your spine at having been discovered in this moment of unabashed sensuality.
Your initial reaction is a mix of surprise and intrigue - who was this mysterious man watching you from afar?
You pause, considering how to react.
You’re not ashamed of being caught enjoying the sunlight on your skin, but part of you wonders what it means for someone like Khal Drogo to be watching you so intently.
Your curiosity piqued, you decide to engage with him directly.
“Caught you staring,” you call out, a playful smirk on your lips.
You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you confront him, but it’s more from excitement than embarrassment.
The confidence that comes naturally to you in these situations helps to steady your nerves.
Khal Drogo doesn’t respond at first, and you wonder if he might try to deny his actions or simply walk away.
After a moment, though, you see him take a deep breath and step closer towards the garden wall.
His eyes meet yours, and it’s as if time stands still for an instant - his intense gaze holds you captive.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he finally says in a low voice that carries across the distance between you.
“You are a vision of beauty.” He pauses before adding, “YN.” Your name spoken aloud by this stranger sends an unexpected thrill through your body.
How did he know who you were?
Your eyes narrow slightly as you consider his words and the implications behind them.
While part of you revels in the flattery, another part remains wary - a beautiful woman is not always treated with respect in this world.
Yet there’s something about Khal Drogo that gives you pause; perhaps it’s his quiet strength or the unmistakable respect in his eyes.
“Perhaps I’ll see you around, Drogo,” you say, your voice laced with a challenge.
You can’t help but wonder what might happen if your paths cross again - whether this enigmatic man could be more than just a passing figure in the shadows.
As you watch him disappear from view, you’re left with a tangle of emotions and a budding curiosity that refuses to fade away.
You’re alone in your kitchen, preparing a meal for yourself while wearing nothing but a thin gown.
The delicate fabric clings to your skin, teasing at the curves beneath as you move about the room.
As you stir a pot on the stove, lost in thought, the fire alarm suddenly shrieks out, piercing the quiet with its shrill cry.
Startled, you jump backward and nearly drop the spoon you’re holding.
Your heart races as your eyes dart around the room to locate the source of the problem.
Confusion gives way to panic when you realize it isn’t an actual fire but merely a false alarm caused by a bit of smoke from your cooking.
You fumble with the buttons on the alarm, desperately trying to silence it as the incessant noise grates on your nerves.
Just when you think you’re about to lose your mind, a strong hand reaches past you and presses the right sequence of buttons to still the sound.
Khal Drogo is standing behind you, concern etched into his features as he looks between you and the now silent alarm.
“Are you alright?” His deep voice resonates through the room, filling it with a sense of safety.
You turn to face him, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment before you nervously cast them downward.
“I-I’m fine,” you stammer, feeling flustered by his sudden appearance and the protective way he seems to hover near you.
Realizing he might be making things more awkward than they need to be, Khal Drogo takes a step back and clears his throat.
“Good.
I’m glad.” He pauses before adding, “I was just passing by when I heard the alarm and thought it best to check on you.”
You smile gratefully at him, feeling both touched by his concern and embarrassed that he caught you in such a compromising situation.
As if reading your mind, Khal Drogo offers a reassuring smile before adding, “It could happen to anyone.
No need to be embarrassed.”
The tension between you eases as you look around the kitchen, realizing how intimate it feels with just the two of you standing there in the soft glow of the evening sunlight filtering through the window.
The scent of cooking food fills the air, and for a moment, you forget about everything except the present moment.
“Stay and have dinner with me?” You find yourself asking, realizing that the prospect of his company is more appealing than you initially thought.
Khal Drogo hesitates briefly before giving you a small nod.
“I’d be honored.”
As the evening progresses, you both move about the kitchen preparing the meal together.
The conversation flows easily as you share stories from your pasts and discuss your reasons for traveling to this remote oasis.
The shared moments create a sense of closeness that had been previously lacking between you two.
When it’s time to eat, you both sit down at a small table in the garden, surrounded by the gentle rustling of palm fronds and the soft chirping of birds.
You serve each other from colorful plates filled with delicious foods, and as you watch Khal Drogo take his first bite, a feeling of satisfaction washes over you at having provided him with such pleasure.
The meal is accompanied by light conversation and the occasional shared laugh, but there’s an undercurrent of unspoken desire that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.
As the sun dips below the horizon and the stars begin to twinkle above you both, a silence falls between you that feels charged with anticipation.
You look up from your plate to find Khal Drogo’s eyes on you, his gaze unwavering as he seems to drink in every detail of your face.
Your breath catches in your throat as the intensity of his stare makes its way through your body, setting every nerve ablaze with heat and longing.
Before either of you can say anything else, Khal Drogo rises from his chair and extends a hand towards you.
“Let’s take a walk,” he says softly, his voice husky with unspoken desire.
Without hesitation, you place your hand in his, allowing him to help you up from your seat as you both move out into the moonlit garden.
The cool night air caresses your skin as you stroll together, sharing light conversation that soon gives way to long moments of silence where all you can focus on is the warmth of Khal Drogo’s hand in yours and the rapid beating of your heart.
As you make your way back towards your home, the tension between you reaches a fever pitch.
You pause by the doorway, your eyes locked on his as you both seem to realize that this night could easily go beyond mere friendship or companionship.
The air is charged with anticipation, and for a moment, neither of you moves or speaks.
Finally, it’s Khal Drogo who breaks the silence.
“It’s been a lovely evening, YN,” he says softly, his eyes never leaving yours as they reflect the fading light of the setting sun.