AN's: UPDATE 5/17/13. Last week I posted this as a 600 word fluff drabble. However, the idea stayed with me and would not leave me alone until it morphed into this. This part is much longer now, and it will be three parts. Part two will include just Sansa and Tyrion. I'm sorry if that isn't your thing, but I hope you'll give it a chance anyway. I hope you enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: George R.R. Martin owns them.


Part I – Dare You to Move


"Really? That's your dare?" Jaime asked incredulously as he looked across the table at his brother. It was a slow Saturday night at the Seven Hells, the bar frequented by upper classman as it was cheap and close to campus. So slow they'd taken to playing truth or dare like a couple of school girls as they became steadily drunker.

Tyrion shrugged, giving him a quiet smile. "Sansa mentioned she was meeting her here later…so yes…that's the dare. Do you accept?"

Jaime took a breath and a drink, swirling the ice in his glass and missing the smirk Tyrion shot Bronn.

"Why?"

"Why not? You've been spending a lot of time together for school…" Tyrion drew out the sentence. "You've become…close."

Jaime rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Fine."

"Good!" Bronn slapped the table with a grin. "And look who just walked in!"

Jaime turned to the door just in to time to see Brienne enter and head towards the bar.

He picked up his drink and downed it.

"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen…" He stood, ignoring their catcalls as he made his way toward where she had perched on a bar stool. She wore a short electric blue dress and Jaime couldn't help but notice how it made her legs seem endless.

He strode up to the bar and leaned on the stool beside her.

"Come here often?"

"That's a terrible line, Lannister. Even for you," she answered without looking at him, gesturing at the bartender for her usual.

"That hurts me, Brienne, truly. I save my best material for you."

She faced him now. "Lucky me. Have you seen Sansa? She was supposed to meet me here."

"No," he replied. "Buy you a drink?"

The bartender sat her vodka soda on a cocktail napkin. She lifted it to her lips.

"I have a drink."

"Buy you another?"

"Trying to get me sloshed, Lannister?" She glanced over his shoulder to where Tyrion and Bronn watched them. She laughed as they tried to look away, not fast enough.

"What? Did they dare you to come over here and buy me a drink?" She asked, and her laughter increased at Jaime's wide eyes. "Playing truth or dare at a bar? That's kind of pathetic, Jaime…again even for you."

Jaime couldn't help but laugh as well. He dropped into the stool.

"It's been a boring night."

"And now?"

She smiled at him and Jaime, not for the first time, thought how astonishing her eyes were.

"Now not so boring," he murmured.

She took a small sip of her drink and Jaime watched as her tongue darted across her lower lip.

"So what happens next?" she asked.

"Hmm?" Jaime blinked at her.

"What happens after you lose your dare?"

He shrugged.

"I suppose they'll come up with another."

Brienne nodded. "I see…" she said slowly. And then…

"I dare you to leave with me."

Jaime's eyebrows shot up, thinking he had heard her wrong. Her eyes had gone slightly wide, as if she had surprised herself, but she did not laugh or even smile.

She was serious.

He grinned and offered her his hand. He chanced a look back at Tyrion and Bronn, who sat with their mouths agape. He could only smirk and allowed her to lead him out into the night.

In the cab, Brienne couldn't help giggling in between breathless kisses.

"Do you think they know?"

"No, not even after that," he answered with a smile, running a hand up her thigh and reveling in the shivers that followed his fingers.

"I thought we had agreed to take the night away from each other," she said, tilting her head as Jaime nuzzled her neck, leaving a trail of kisses across her jaw.

"Then you should have worn a different dress," he said, nibbling at her ear. "Admit it; you wore it to torture me."

Brienne let out a breathy moan, but she couldn't help smirking.

"Mmm yes, very slowly…" she admitted.

Jaime pinched her thigh, causing her to jump. He chuckled. "You really are teasing wench aren't you?" He pressed closer to her. "Your place or mine?"

They went to her place. It was a soft spot for both of them, as it was the place they had begun.

They'd been assigned as partners on a project the semester before last. Their personalities had clashed at first, her expectations of him and his mocking japes at her expense causing an instant rift between them. He had taken to calling her wench, and still did so teasingly to this day. It wasn't until the night before the project was due that she couldn't take it anymore.

She'd punched him.

He'd cursed and left and the next morning she was sure she'd be presenting their project alone. But he'd showed up, and did an admirable job. A week later he'd transferred into her literature course and asked if she'd help him study.

Now, he'd tell her it was the punch that did it for him. The day she knocked sense into him.

So they become study partners and the following semester had them sharing the same classes. He still called her wench, but without the mocking. She still found him an annoyance, or at least she pretended to. A quiet friendship developed from there, and they found themselves meeting to study off campus more and more.

Most of the time they weren't studying. They'd get something to eat or grab a drink at the Seven Hells. One week she'd won a raffle at school for free tickets to the local foreign film theater and he tagged along. Afterwards they had coffee at the café near her apartment and he insisted on walking her home. He then insisted on coming up to see her place and asked why they never studied there. It was a large studio apartment. Her father wanted to get her a one bedroom, but she'd insisted on the studio. She didn't need much. Less space meant less cleaning, something she loathed with a passion. Besides, the one side was made entirely of windows and the view was breathtaking. Jaime said as much when he saw it. He only stayed a few minutes, poking around her bookshelves and collection of antique armor with awe. At the door their gazes lingered for a bit longer than they were used to, and as Brienne shut the door behind him she leaned against it for several moments- not sure what was happening. Jaime, who was leaning on the other side of the wall- didn't know either.

They wouldn't find out until several weeks later.

They had gone to the café again, studying for a test they had in psychology the next day. It was late and they left just before closing. She insisted she was okay to walk home alone and for once he listened to her, but only if she promised to text him when she arrived there. She was so lost in thought on the way that she didn't hear the foot steps behind her until a hand grabbed her bag away from her and another pushed her against a wall. She hit the brick wall hard, but managed to whirl around and swung without looking. She punched the assailant in the face, causing him to stumble. She tried to grab her bag back, but he recovered and managed to punch her in the stomach. She fell over with a groan and then another as he punched her in the mouth. She felt her lip crack and tasted blood as she looked up at the mugger standing over her. It was then that Jaime flew down the street, knocking the man over and punching him repeatedly.

After the police had come and taken their statements, Jaime had tried to convince her to go to the hospital. Brienne just wanted to go home, and she didn't fight him or say anything at all when he came with her. He led her to the couch, sitting in front of her on the coffee table as he cleaned her cut lip while she held an ice pack to his bruised hand.

That was the moment things changed between them. Maybe it was because she was still so shaken up. Maybe because he felt like a knight rescuing a damsel in distress. Maybe it was because he was Jaime and she was Brienne. They didn't know. All they could feel was the tension hanging over them- that had always been hanging over them. And in that moment, they both decided to stop ignoring it. So it was with his bruised hand held in both of hers and his hand on her cheek, his thumb pressed against her cut lip. That was their first kiss.

He was her first everything

She remembered the way he had pushed her back onto the couch and stretched out over her. He remembered the way she looked up at him, astonishing blue eyes wide with passion. There were no words. Neither of them knew what to say. They just moved together.

She was clumsy, but he was patient.

Afterwards they lay in her bed together, just staring until sleep took them both.

The next morning they woke and went to their class together. They took the test, though neither knew or even cared how they did. They returned to her apartment immediately and spent the entire weekend there in bed.

That had been about two months ago and it had been much like that ever since. They hadn't established if they were in a relationship. Their friends had their suspicions but they never came right out with it. They were just...together. Whatever that meant.

Brienne contemplated that as she lay in her bed that night, Jaime asleep beside her. Her blue dress was a rumpled heap on the floor. His shirt was torn from when she'd ripped it off of him.

With a contented sigh, Brienne reached for her mobile and sent Sansa a quick apology text. She then turned on her side and propped up on her elbow, facing Jaime. Brienne took in his slow breathing and the way his hair fell over his face in sleep. Her phone beeped Sana's reply and Jaime stirred, blinking up at her.

"You're still awake?"

"Just texting Sansa to apologize," she answered.

"Mm," Jaime nodded, turning to wrap an arm around her and pulling her closer. He kissed her collar bone. She rested her forehead against his, letting him hold her.

"Did she stay at the bar?" he asked sleepily.

Brienne gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I think she is with Tyrion..."

"Good," Jaime chuckled. "Maybe he'll make a move finally."

She smiled a little. "Maybe," she sighed.

His arms tightened around her.

"Are you okay?" He murmured against her skin.

When she didn't answer right away he pushed back to look her in the eyes and cupped her cheek.

"What's wrong?"

Brienne worried her lip. "I…" she started, and then thought to hell with it. She might as well tell him.

"I was just thinking...that maybe we should...tell people...about us."

Jaime looked at her quizzically.

"Well," he started. "It's not as if we're hiding it exactly. We're certainly not fooling anyone…" He laughed, thinking of Tyron's dare. "I suppose we know, we just haven't said it. And they know, they just haven't asked."

"I'd like to say it," Brienne said firmly.

Jaime sat up with a smirk, his eyes sparkling.

"Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

Brienne punched him in the arm.

"Shut up!" She covered her face. "I'm just…I mean…it's okay if you don't want to. I know… I know I'm not like most girlfriends...I'm no beauty..."

She felt the mood in the room change instantly and she regretted the words as soon they left her mouth.

Before she knew it he had grabbed her, swiftly turning their bodies so that he was atop her. He held her down roughly, his green eyes boring into hers.

"Don't ever say that," He said his voice low and gruff. "Don't even think it. You know I don't give a shit about that. You are what matters. You are what I want. You are mine."

Her eyes were wide and glistening and she tried to lift her hand to touch him. "Jaime…"

His grip tightened. "Say it," he growled.

Her heart was pounding, but she willed herself not to tremble under him. She looked into his eyes and saw everything she could ever want there.

"I'm yours," she said, the words sure and true.

His lips crashed down on hers, kissing her roughly and branding her. She mimicked his actions just so, their need building. She felt him harden against her and she gripped his shoulders.

"Jaime," she moaned against his mouth. It was a desperate plea.

He broke the kiss, panting above her and shifted. He slid into her with groan as she gasped and met his rhythm. He brought his hand up and touched her face gently.

"Brienne…" He breathed her named like a prayer. "Brienne…I lo-"

"Shh," she brought his head back down to kiss him again. "I know...me too."