For the first time since he had come to Winterfell, Jaime Lannister was actually enjoying himself. He was surrounded by his brother and two close friends, Brienne and Podrick. Whom to his relief had all survived the long night with him. They were all having fun playing a drinking game together.
Then, Tyrion just had to ruin things. He'd gone too far with one of his questions. Mentioning Brienne's virginity. Then he really put emphasis on the fact that Brienne was a virgin. As if it wasn't obvious enough.
Jaime quickly informs his brother that that's a statement about the present as his way to tell his brother, that is not a fitting question for the game. After all, they are supposed to be making statements about past deeds they've done, not their current status on things.
Tyrion, however, was undeterred and continued on, "At no point in the past up until this very moment have you slept with a man. Or a woman."
Jaime can tell Brienne's upset, The second Tyrion had even brought up the topic of her virginity any happiness had been gone from her face. He'd hoped to prevent further upset, but Tyrion was really clueless. Damn his brother to the seven hells.
She gets up out of her seat, stating, "I have to piss."
Of course then, just at the most inopportune time, that red-headed wilding with the beard comes up to them, blocking her path. What was his name again? Ah yes, Tormund. Tormund Giantsbane.
"We did it! We faced those icy fucks! Looked right into their blue eyes. And here we are," Tormund stated. Then he made some obscene joke about shitting in his pants, which Jaime did not find at all amusing. Brienne, he can tell isn't amused either, though thanks to Tyrion's remarks Jaime doubts anything would amuse her right now.
In a no-nonsense voice, Brienne finally spoke, "Please pardon me, for a moment," and before Jaime can protest, she is gone.
Tormund makes a move to follow her. Without a word, Jaime gets up, blocking the wildlings pass. The two have a staredown, which lasts not even a moment before Jaime turns around and goes to follow Brienne. He doesn't know what his plan is, but no way was he letting this wildling go to her room. A highborn woman such as she could do far better.
He stands outside her door for quite some time, nervous and unsure of what to say. He knows he needs to say something though. He'd seen that hurt look one too many times in his life, ironically from Tyrion. To think his brother who'd usually been the one to have such insensitivities bestowed upon them was the one who had caused that hurt, baffled him.
Finally, he knocks and she lets him in.
Not knowing what to say, he simply states, "You didn't drink."
They have some awkward back and forth, and he makes a move to pour her a drink. He is so drunk that his hand wobbles as he pours, but somehow he manages not to miss the cup.
Her room is far too hot. So he takes his jacket off and he complains. She, in turn, informs him that she puts more wood in the fire every time she leaves the room. He knows she isn't used to the north, but then neither is he and he certainly doesn't put more wood in the fire every time he leaves the room. Sure his room is cold sometimes, but it beats the sweltering heat she has going in here. How does she sleep in this he wonders? Then again, he is quite drunk, and though he doesn't drink all that often, he has noted in the past that it does make him hot, for whatever reason.
They make more small talk. Apparently, the North has grown on her. Well, it certainly hasn't grown on him any. In fact, he cannot wait to...to what? Cersei barely stopped her monster from killing him last they saw each other. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Truthfully, he hadn't expected to live through the battle against the undead. His mood starts to sour and so he forces those thoughts out of his head, and forces himself to think of something, anything else other than the sister he both wants to, and fears to get back to.
So, as he pours more ale, he broaches the subject of Tormund Giantsbane. He's not sure why, but he is concerned.
"You sound quite jealous," she states.
He agrees that he supposes he does sound jealous, though he honestly isn't sure if jealousy is what he feels. The feeling is different then what he'd felt months ago when Euron fucking Greyjoy dared to propose to Cersei right in front of him. There is no fear and he certainly doesn't wish to pummel Tormund Giantsbane into a pulp either. Well, not so long as he leaves Brienne alone...that is unless she likes the wildlings attentions. Which he doubts she would, being that the man is basically a savage.
Her room is still hot, so he decides to disrobe more. After all, she had already seen him nude in the bath years ago, so it's not as if it's a big deal if she sees him again. He would keep his breeches on at least.
He has one hand, but he usually struggles less than this, though typically he is not so drunk. As he undresses, he tries to remember how much he's had to drink. He knows it's a lot. He knows he isn't thinking clearly and probably shouldn't be here right now.
Brienne moves to help him undress, and he remembers the time long ago, when they were with the Boltons, where she had helped him cut his steak. She is compassionate, and he likes that. He likes her. So without thinking, he moves to take her shirt off.
She asks what he's doing. "Taking your shirt off," he replies.
She swats his hand away, and for a moment he worries that he's upset her. Then, she begins to take her own shirt off, and she helps him with his clothes, too. He informs her that he's never slept with a knight before. She informs him that she's never slept with anyone before. As if he didn't know.
"Then you have to drink," he informs her.
"I told you..." she begins to say. He cuts her off with a forceful kiss. He is so drunk that he barely notices that it lacks all the passion that his kisses with Cersei have always had.
Before he knows it, they are having sex.
For her part, Brienne at least does more then just lays there, however it's far from good. Truthfully, he thinks it might be the worst sex he's ever had. He's too drunk to remember if he and Cersei have had worse. He chides himself for thinking of Cersei during the act. He's with Brienne now. He forces his concentration on her. He feels more like he's going through the motions, bored almost. Brienne at least seems to be enjoying herself, if the odd sounds coming from her are any indication.
She cums, long before him. When drunk, he usually cums sooner, however this time he struggles, to cum. After some time, he cannot help but have his thoughts drift to Cersei. How much better Cersei's body fits his. How Cersei moves a certain way that he absolutely loves. How Cersei's nails dig into his back and leave blood often times. Before he can force thoughts of Cersei out of his mind again, he cums.
He gets off of Brienne, exhausted. Neither knows what to say. He isn't sure if he should stay, or leave, but he worries it will be taken as an insult if he leaves, so he stays.
When he wakes up the next morning with a huge hangover, he looks over at her. She is facing away from him and still sleeping, thankfully. He feels instant disgust over what he's done and instant regret. He'd taken her maidenhead and for what? He was fond of her sure, but love her he did not.
He doesn't know what to do. He knows he cannot just dump her and go back to his sister. That would hurt her too much and she was too good, too kind, to deserve such a thing. Besides, he isn't even sure Cersei will want to see him, and her pregnancy certainly must be showing by now. She must have married Euron Greyjoy, or fucked him at least. He may be the stupidest Lannister, but he was no fool, he knew the people would never accept a bastard as heir and that Cersei would certainly not allow the child to be born as such,
He thought of all the ways Cersei had hurt him over the years, and there were many. Hurting him, seemed to be something she was quite good at. Brienne, on the other hand, had never hurt him, and he doubted she ever would. He'd already taken her maidenhead too, and a Lannister always pays his debts. So Jaime vowed to try to make things work with Brienne. He decided to stay, here in Winterfell. Love her he may not, but perhaps love would come in time.
