Jamie Lanister let out a sigh of relief when he was finally back in his chambers. The ride home had been long and torturous without his much needed right hand and only the company of Brienne...ok, he had to admit to himself, it would have been much worse without her there. Either way he was glad to be back in king's landing, back with his family, back with Cersei. But, he didn't want her to see him looking like this – he needed a hot, long bath, followed by a haircut and shave, clean dressing for his stump and fresh clothes. He set his new squire to the tasks.
Once the boy had finally left him to his bath and gone to find a decent barber, Jamie let his head roll back and closed his eyes. His mind took him to the last bath he had had...with Brienne. He had opened up to her, something that he significantly regrets now, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't allow her to think badly of him and he trusted the lady. A smile crept upon his lips. The memory threaded to fade but he latched onto it. He remembered saying something about Renley to make her angry, forcing her to stand and reveal herself to him. Jamie felt a pang of jealousy – would she ever do that if someone insulted his honour? However these thoughts were quickly replaced by the mental image of her naked body. It was powerful yet beautiful. Her breasts were pert and round – where had she been hiding them all this time? And her waist curved in so elegantly. Jamie felt himself become aroused...he had almost forgotten what it felt like. He closed his eyes again, picturing her in that bath. He wrapped his left hand around his cock and began stroking – it wasn't as good as his right hand, but it still did the job. Jamie let out a soft moan as he imagined all the things he could do with a body as stunning and powerful as hers. She would not passively lie there and wait for him to do all the work – like Cersei always did, she would give back, she might even take charge – she was a strong woman and he certainly was not going to try and stop her. His hand movements quickened, his breathing became uneven as he pictured their love-making, letting Brienne fill his mind completely. He allowed her name to escape from her lips as he sent himself over the edge.
He had just steadied himself when the serving boy knocked at the door and entered, announcing that the barber would arrive shortly, followed by the grand meister and a tailor. Jamie sat in silence as he was groomed, treated and dressed. His brow furrowed and he bit his lip as he considered the images that had just pleasured him so greatly. No one could ever know. He defiantly didn't have feelings for Brienne – he loved his sister. After all, everyman has desires and he'd been spending so much time with the female knight that it was only natural to have such urges...wasn't it?
As Jamie took a deep breath and began the short walk to Cersei's chambers, he tried to focus on how excited he was to see her and how overjoyed she'd be at the sight of him. He reminded himself of how much she meant to him, how he wanted no-one else. So, why could he not get Brienne of Tarth out of his head!?