It is these moments, Oberyn muses, that are the very spice of life. "You needn't tell me overmuch of myself," he murmurs. "Let me speak of you instead..." He lowers his mouth, suckles a patch of exposed skin.

Oberyn can be subtle. He can be cunning and clever and devious, and ever so seductive. He can sidle his way into a bed with very little effort and without ever seeming to seduce. But sometimes, he just doesn't care to ( Read more... )

Oberyn had a - trying conversation with Eddard Stark, and the feelings of anger out of his control and what he might call fury are still pulsing through his veins. The difference is, this time he thinks he has an idea of where to go ( Read more... )

He should have known better. Once again, just when he thought he could fix things, it slipped out of his hands. All it ever does. Like sand ( Read more... )

Oberyn strokes one finger along Belize's hand and smiles, drawing him a little closer. "As a matter of fact, I do," he murmurs, kissing Belize's jaw briefly before tugging him toward the door. Thinking about the room can wait a bit. Small details are of little concern to this one.