FIFTY SHADES OF LEMON CAKES: PART 1

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I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair! it just won't behave! and damn Shae for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal alone!

I should be studying for my final exams in lemon cake making, which are next week, but yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission.

I must not sleep with it wet.

I must not sleep with it wet.

I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush.

I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, beautiful. red-haired girl with blue eyes.

My Inner Maiden makes faces at me and runs a brush easily through her soft manageable hair.

I really should rename her The Taunter.

I then give up.

My only option is to restrain my wayward hair with some pins and hope that I look at least semi presentable.

Shae is my maid, and she has chosen today of all days to be far too ill to attend me.

Today, I have an important audience with the Queen and need to look my best. But I still have final exams in baking to revise for, one essay to finish on why I'm the most important character on Game of Thrones and I'm supposed to be working this afternoon on convincing everyone that I'm not really a prisoner here in Kings Landing.

But no, today everything is put on hold because Queen Cersei has granted me a private audience, in her bedchamber. I know her time is extraordinarily precious, much more precious than mine, but she has kindly granted me an audience. An afternoon of her time, a rarity, I hear.

But damn her for disturbing my extra-curricular activities.

My Inner Maiden frowns at me and shakes her head. 'I'm more likable then you are and I'm just in your head!'

I imagine a huge boulder and drop it on her from a great height.

She is quiet now.

Taking a deep breath and gathering my courage, I head straight for Cersei's bedchamber.

The door is guarded by two extremely huge, burly, Lannister guards, who open it for me and let me go inside.

Cersei is at her desk, studying some papers in front of her and doesn't notice me come in.

“Your Grace?” I say nervously, falling into a deep curtsey by the now closed door.

“Sansa? Rise and come here Little Dove.” She says my name without looking up and I am glad I have made an effort and worn my favourite blue gown.

I walk over, tucking one of the escaped tendrils of my hair behind my ear and stand in front of the desk, pretending that she doesn't intimidate me.

My Inner Maiden crawls from beneath the boulder dirty and disheveled and waves an angry fist at me.

Cersei still doesn't look at me. Surely it's obvious to her that I still don't fit in here, at all. I inwardly sigh with disappointment.

“Please, sit down Sansa.” She looks up and smiles kindly, catching me off-guard as she pushes the chair besides me out slowly with her feet.

My eyes lock with hers and I somehow manage to miss the chair completely and find the floor instead.

My Inner Maiden takes the opportunity to dance around merrily, pointing and laughing at me.

I flush with embarrassment, not sure what to do and then surprisingly gentle hands are on me, helping me up into the chair.

“Sansa?” I notice one of her hands is still on mine and feel an odd, exhilarating, shiver run through me. “Are you all right?”

The Inner Maiden stops suddenly and watches with interest.

She looks so young and so beautiful up close like this.

Looking anywhere but into her eyes, I notice that her only clothing is a white sleeping robe that does nothing to hide her womanly curves from my eyes and it takes me a moment to find my voice.

“You sent for me your Grace?” I ask nervously and she still doesn't take her hand away.

“Has my little brother bedded you yet Little Dove?”

“No. Your Grace. I am still a Maid.”

Cersei thinks for a moment then smirks wickedly. “I could show you all the pleasures in this world.” She kneels before me and parts my thighs. “Starting with this.”

My Inner Maiden's eyes widen and she begins nodding eagerly with excitement.

Her head disappears between my thighs, kisses them gently as she slowly reaches my...

By the Seven!

My maidenhead is in her mouth, she is kissing me there and slowly teasing me with her tongue.

It feels so good. Too good.

Like I have been given a huge basket of lemon cakes just to myself and no one gets to have any but me.

Suddenly I feel my body shuddering and shattering into a thousand pieces like a mirror that hits the ground hard and breaks.

She rises and kisses me, deeply, her tongue in my mouth absorbing my cries, allowing me to taste myself upon her lips.

Oh by the Seven!

Now I know what all the fuss is about!

She looks at me as I finally come back from the heavens, a satisfied smile on her face, while there's nothing but awe on mine.

"I'm going to teach you all the pleasures in this world." She kisses me again then her hand moves down my waist, to my hips, and then cups me, intimately...