I'm not a fan of Game Of Thrones, and have only seen parts of the episodes.

This would actually be separate from the TV series, as it would be set before Oberyn arrived on the show.

You're good friends with Oberyn and and he's kind of interested in you, romantically.

Some swearing and innuendo, but nothing major.

Enjoy!

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It's so hot out today! What you wouldn't give to take a cool dip in the beautiful, crystal clear lake.

But it's much too far away and you don't feel like travelling in horseback or riding in a hot, stuffy carriage for two hours. You'll melt.

You wander around the large, stone house, feeling restless and out of sorts. It's so boring here! There's nothing to do!

It makes you so damn angry about how your siblings are always off, doing this, that and everything, while you're stuck at home

There's a loud knock at the large, wooden doors up front and the footman rushes to answer it.

You shake your skirts out and try to tame your long, loose hair as the doors are opened and a familiar figure comes in, that sexy smirk on his handsome face.

He catches sight of you and grins, as he hurries to take your hands in his, leaning over to gently graze his lips over your left cheek.

"Y/N! How come you are here all alone? Where has everyone gone?" Oberyn asks, pretending to look around the house.

You sigh as you gently pull your hands free from Oberyn's. You turn, motioning for him to follow you into the drawing room.

You've known Prince Oberyn for years. His family's estate is just adjacent to yours.

You feel rather privileged, having Prince Oberyn grace you with his presence.

"Oh, they're all off on their own adventures," you say as you sit down and reach for your little hand held fan, and begin fanning yourself.

"How terribly inconsiderate of them!" Oberyn takes a seat across from you.

"What do I owe this pleasure of you gracing me with your presence, Oberyn?"

He chuckles softly. Oberyn tends to be, well, rather mad at times, although he's always treated you with nothing but kindness.

"I was bored at home, so I thought I would see if my favorite subject was up for some fun."

You raise your eyebrows at him. His favorite what? Did Oberyn really just refer to you as his favorite subject?

"I beg your pardon, your highness, but what did you just say to me?"

Oberyn just chuckles again. He knows what he did, but he's not really one for admitting when he's wrong.

You decide to let it go. It's not worth having a senseless argument over.

"It's terribly stuffy in here, my love. Let us go and have some fun, where it's much cooler!"

You stand up and walk over to Oberyn. God, he's so terribly beautiful. You touch his cheek and he grasps your fingers in his and gently kisses them.

"I'm at your mercy, Prince Oberyn."

Oberyn laughs, delighted by your response.

"That's what I love to hear."

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Oberyn has taken you to a much smaller lake, but oh! It's so refreshing to be in the cool, deep water!

You duck under the water, allowing the rich coolness to overtake you. Oberyn is a playful mood and you love seeing him that way.

He swims closer to you, grabbing your arm, gently pulling you against his body. He feels warm in the cool water.

"Now this was a good idea, no?" Oberyn grins and you find yourself grinning back. You lean closer, gently kissing him.

His gaze turns intense and he kisses you back. You cling to him and he holds you.

"I've always been terribly fond of you, Y/N." Oberyn looks off into the distance.

"But perhaps you don't share my affection?" When Oberyn looks back at you, you see the tenderness in his dark eyes and a burst of affection overcomes you.

"I do, Oberyn. You've always been such a good friend to me."

Oberyn smiles, holding you in his arms and heads for the shore. You feel a surge of ecstasy as Oberyn gently sets you down on the blanket.

"You don't know how pleased I am to hear you say such a thing to me. I had always hoped that you did, but..."

Oberyn gives a little laugh as he drops down beside you. You stroke his wet facial hair. How could anyone ever refuse this man before you?

Yes, he can be cruel and arrogant and rough. But that's never a side of him that he's cared to show in front of you.

"Oh, my beautiful Prince Oberyn," You murmur. "How could anyone refuse you?"

"A great many, I'm afraid, my love." He gazes tenderly at you. "But not you. Never you. You have my heart."

He kisses you again and again and again, until you can't hardly breathe.
Oberyn lays down on the blanket and you lie down beside him, your arm around him, feeling protective.

"I never could understand why me," you murmur softly. "I don't have the status as you do."

"Do you honestly believe I give a damn about that, my love?" Oberyn asks, his voice rough.

"No," you whisper. "I don't believe you would."

"Will you be mine, Y/N?" Oberyn begs. "Please say you will."

You smile at him. If course. You'd do anything for Oberyn. You'd travel the world over, ten times, just because.

"Yes, my dear, sweet, Oberyn. I'll be yours."

Oberyn grins and kisses you passionately.

"Thank you, my love. That's all I could ever want."