You enjoyed a moment of calm. You didn't mind the sand in your hair. You didn't mind anything because you were sharing this moment with him. "The stars are wonderful." You sighed and Oberyn curled his lips up into a teasing smile.
"I'm afraid that those are not stars." He let his hands wander over your body. "But the fireflies here are used to me making love to pretty people."
You smiled at him. "That's good to know."
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Oberyn Martell - Game of Thrones Imagines & Drabbles
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