AN: Warning-Making some serious Lemonade in this chapter ;)

Chapter 2

A fortnight ago Jaime Lannister had fled Kingslanding, now a wanted man with a price on his head he thought long and hard about his next course of action. His brother had gone off to God knows where and his father was dead. There was no one left to who he could turn until he recalled the last person he ever trusted. Oddly enough that person was a woman—Lady Brienne of Tarth. When Jaime thought about her it brought warmth to his body. Whether she knew it or not Brienne had the ability to calm and bring joy to Jaime's heart. These feelings were almost hauntingly eerie until he found himself wanting to spend more time with her. Jaime was certain Brienne did not share his regards and the last thing he wanted in this world was to bring her harm but when the rest of him had died, his heart took over and pointed him towards Winterfell, the land of his family's enemy.

Before Brienne left for the banquet she told Jaime to stay put in the bath chamber but Jaime couldn't help but look around her bed chambers. For a moment he gazed fondly at her polished armor and then he plopped down upon her bed. He could smell her scent on her bedding, a combination of lavender and must. He could have fallen asleep perfectly content to be surrounded by her in any way shape or form but then he heard footsteps and the door began to open. Jaime dove under the bed hitting something hard as he did so and discovered a piece of metal poking out of a velvet sleeve. Smiling to himself he realized he had discovered Brienne's hiding place for the Oathkeeper and Jaime suddenly longed to be near her. He heard the maid in the bath chamber emptying the tub and he snuck out.

Jaime recalled Brienne's warning to stay put and realized he needed to disguise himself unless he wanted to spend the evening behind bars or hanging from a noose so he snuck back to the chamber just outside the great hall and stole a large fur shroud along with a ridiculous fur hat. Curious as to the manner of guests at this banquet Jaime peeked out into the great hall and saw men with beards and hair so messy they looked as if creatures could have nested within and then he glanced back at the cloak room next to him. Had the Starks actually invited Wildlings to this party? Had the world gone mad? Jaime was sure this must have been Jon Snows influence and he scowled as one man walked by him with a particularly strong and foul stench.

Wrapping the fur cloak around him he stepped into the great hall. Figuring if he was dressed as a Wildling he better act like one Jaime attempted to grunt and walk with a wider and heavier gait. Lady Sansa was seated at the head table and her eyes scanned him but Jaime quickly averted his gaze and shoved another Wildling male in what he thought was their typical friendly greeting. The man however did not respond in kind and whacked Jaime with a backhand to the shoulder and called him an undecipherable name. Jaime was unfazed by the name calling however the Wildling packed a hell of a punch and he was sure he would have a bruise in the morning from the slug. Reluctantly, Jaime took a seat at another table since he was unsuccessful in making friends with the brut and scanned the room for Brienne. Jaime finally found her at the left end of the head table and noticed that she was seated next to another Wildling with hair the color of fire. His eyes were deep set, he had a broad chest, along with an air of authority, and Jaime suspected that he was the leader. Curious to observe the barbarian Jaime took a careful survey of the man's demeanor to see whether or not he could in fact behave in a civilized manner because they would have never dared to do something as foolish as this joint venture back at Kingslanding. Narrowing his gaze he saw the man smile and gesture towards Brienne in a strange manner as his brow moved up and down. Was he flirting with Brienne? Jaime wondered thinking the idea entirely ridiculous until he saw Brienne smile at the weasel. Then the man laughed raised his utensil in the air, and lowered it to stab a piece of meat but the meat wasn't from his own plate but Brienne's. Jaime felt a surge of anger rush through his veins having a sudden urge to plow through this savage with his sword. He was on his feet within seconds when another Wildling asked him, "You going to eat that?" Jaime saw Sansa's gaze rake over him once again and he knew he had to keep his identity hidden not only for his sake but for Brienne's as well. Jaime sat back down and turned back to his plate of meat.

"Yes I am," he replied dryly not terribly hungry but then he saw the cup of mead and went for it.

The evening went on and speeches were made and then everyone stood. Jaime hung back as people began to move around noting several other familiar faces; one was Petyr Baelish or Littlefinger as he was more commonly known. Jaime knew the man more slippery than a snake and thought it interesting and also ill-fated for the Starks that he wound up here. He also saw Jon Snow, who was now the appointed King of the North. Jaime wasn't so sure about their choice to choose the bastard son of Ned Stark but he supposed Snow was better than Ramsay. Rumors had it Ramsay Bolton even killed his own father. Sighing Jaime glanced over the crowd for a blonde head of hair when he came face to face with the Fire haired git.

"Are you from the Wildlands? I have not seen you before?" The man asked and Jaime shook his head.

"Ah you don't speak then?"

Even though the man was a full head taller he wanted to smash his face with his golden hand but instead Jaime gave a nod in reply.

"Sir Tormund you forgot your knife," Brienne approached the man from behind passing him a rather large hunting knife. Her eyes met Jaime's and widened.

"And who might you be?" She asked trying to play along.

"He is mute," Tormund replied for Jaime and Brienne met Jaime's stare with an incredulous gaze.

"Ah well Sir if you can hear you should join your friends. Apparently the Wildlings are intending to have their own celebration just north of here."

"I will show you," replied Tormund with a broad smile.

Jaimie tried not to outwardly groan but happened to notice there was a small bemused smirk painted plainly across Brienne's face.

"Thank you for your hospitality and good company Lady Brienne," said Tormund. He took her hand and kissed her palm, which in turn caused Brienne to blush.

Jaimie watched all of this as if it was a horrible dream from which he could not wake up. In what world would Lady Brienne of Tarth ever consider advances from a Wildling? And he couldn't even kiss the top of her hand properly. It was maddening especially since Brienne appeared to be enjoying herself as well.

"Have a nice evening, both of you," replied Brienne as her gaze flicked quickly with Jaime he cursed under his breath and followed the big red beast out the door.

Xxx

When Brienne returned to her room her face was flushed and she couldn't help but gaze out her window. She was upset with Jaimie for adamantly ignoring her order to stay put but since he was among everyone in the great hall, but in disguise Brienne thought it wise to let him sneak out in the crowd. It was for his own safety. He was taking a big risk showing his face here of all places.

She went over to her dressing area and selected a gown to wear to bed which she would have loved to put on immediately only the dress she was wearing had too many buttons down the back. Buttons she couldn't reach. She thought about calling for her maid to help but then Brienne figured she had gotten out of harder things than this dress and she lifted the skirt up over her head.

"Need some assistance with that?" A familiar voice spoke from the doorway and Brienne instantly brought her skirt back down. Her face now crimson red she saw Jaimie standing there looking very smug.

"Don't you ever knock, or go away for that matter?" Questioned Brienne as she turned to try to loosen the buttons again and then Jaime stepped towards her.

"When a lady is in distress I'm inclined to help her."

"Oh yes, like you attempted to help me by attending dinner in the great hall tonight? Do you have any idea what would have happened to you if you had been caught? You should have stayed with Tormund."

"That big oaf? What do you take me for, a simpleton? I would rather cut off my other hand than listen to him go on and on about getting drunk and making love to goats."

"He did not say that," retorted Brienne turning around clearly surprised and Jaime shrugged his shoulders.

"You had to be there I suppose."

Frowning Brienne turned back to her dress but Jaime brushed her hands away and began to undo the buttons for her.

"Do you really like that savage?" Questioned Jaime seriously.

"I do not know, I suppose he is alright for a Wildling," replied Brienne thoughtfully and Jaime dropped his hand.

"So are you attracted to him?" Jaime asked staring at the large artery running down her neck imagining what it would feel like to brush his lips against her soft flesh as he trailed kisses along her jaw line.

"What? Attracted, no I am not even…It wouldn't be proper and I am only interested in serving Lady Sansa."

"Are you attracted to me Lady Brienne?" Jaime questioned as she turned to face him her face colored pink once more.

Brienne was not sure what Jaime was getting at but there was no way she could deny her attraction to him. He was the perfect man, with the golden halo of hair, perfectly built chest, sparkling blue eyes, full mouth, even his golden hand was beautiful. But she would rather eat dung than tell him that.

Jaime realized he wasn't going to get anywhere with Brienne unless he got down to the core of the matter and questioned her, "You have no desires to ever be married then?"

"I have no desire to be married to anyone Sir Jaime," Brienne replied curtly as he finished the final button. She did not enjoy this subject primarily because it was one that had caused her much pain in her young life. No one would ever want to marry her because she was ugly.

Jaime raked his gaze over her naked back longingly realizing that their union could never be anything more than his bed time fantasy if she had no intention of marrying because even though he had done a many horrible and unspeakable things in his life, deflowering an honest and noble maiden and walking away from her was not going to be one of those unspeakable acts.

"Where is all of this talk of marriage coming from? Are you intending to marry soon?" Brienne asked suddenly feeling ill at the thought.

Jaime decided that he needed to speak the truth now before his window closed for ever. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be with a man Brienne? Would you ever consider being intimate with a man even if you had no desire to marry?"

Brienne's face flamed red and she turned to Jaime.

"Are you playing some kind of game, because if you are I promise you this is not funny, not one bit."

"Brienne, I have never been more serious in my life," replied Jaime in earnest.

"I think you should go," replied Brienne more unable to stand the pressure.

"I need to be with you Brienne," exclaimed Jaime and she gasped. If his eyes weren't so transfixed on hers she might think this was some kind of elaborate ruse but as it were it appeared he was quite serious. Brienne felt physically shaken unsure of what to do because never in her wildest dreams did she imagine this happening at this juncture in time. Jaime actually found her attractive? Brienne wondered if he had consumed too much mead at the dinner. She had to reason with him and help him to see the reality of the situation which was that they were just friends.

"Jaime-"

But Brienne was unable to say more because Jaime had just closed the small space between them and attacked her mouth with his own. Gasping Brienne was unsure how to react when he gripped her neck with his good hand and took the kiss deeper.

Not familiar with this manner of affection Brienne had to come up for air. Her chest was heaving as she panted and she pulled back to look at Jaime while taking in a deep breath. His eyes were now heavy with lust, and she realized she could no longer deny it. She wanted this too. Leaning back in he took her lips again and his tongue dove into her mouth. The passionate encounter had startled her but his tongue was doing things she never dreamed possible. The exhilaration she felt reminded her of their first sword fight, the one where Jaime put everything he had into it. Inspired by his challenge Brienne wanted to match his passion and she wrapped her arms around him unable to get enough her hands wandered aimlessly over his muscular chest and arms.

Brienne hadn't even had time to consider the fact that she a woman of noble birth should not be conducting herself in such a manner and so recklessly but she was too far gone to care. She helped Jaime out of his tunic and then she felt her dress fall free from her shoulders. Unaware it was even happening Brienne felt as if she were floating on a cloud when the cool night air brushed lightly against her rosy nipples and then she was exhilarated with the sensation of Jaime's hot mouth on her breast as his large calloused hand massaged the other. Brienne clung to him her body doing all sorts of things it had never done before. Shaking against him as he held her in his arms her womanhood grew damp and began to throb, and then her nipples hardened under his touch finding pleasure in every stroke and hot breath. Brienne looked down at him devouring one breast and then the next, her hand running through his hair and in the back of her mind knowing this was wildly inappropriate but her body was screaming to let him continue. It felt amazing. Jaime nudged her over to the bed and his hand dove under her skirt. At first Brienne was confused as to what he was doing but when his skilled fingers found her wet sex and massaged her most intimate region Brienne's hips bucked into him encouraging his own arousal.

It was as if there were small canons inside her and Jaime was setting them off one by one. Learning from him Brienne slid her hand down into Jaime's breeches surprised at the hard length of him. She had seen him naked before but she never imagined he could get this big. Jaime groaned in pleasure, her name falling from his lips in a gasp and her eyelids fluttered as his lips came back up to claim hers. Her body had travelled to an ethereal plane where the rest of the world faded out and it was just the two of them.

"Brienne, are you certain you want this?" Jaime asked knowing he couldn't in good conscience do this if Brienne was not ready. He fully expected her to tell him she still wanted him to leave preparing himself for the painful blow when Brienne gave a nod.

"Yes. Please don't stop."

Jaimie needed no further pause. Hiking up her skirt he undid his own breeches, as quick as possible with his one hand and then he pushed through her golden gate to his paradise. When Brienne cried out he nearly lost it but then her body stiffened as her long legs wrapped around him tensely. Worried she might be in pain he met her gaze worriedly and whispered, "Are you alright?"

There was a long pause before her lids opened once more and she met Jaime's blue gaze with her own. Pushing herself upwards she welcomed him inside deeper as she slid up and down his length fully encompassing him. Jaime nearly lost it, never having been inside a woman this tight before but as they both got comfortable they began to move in tandem and she met him thrust for thrust until her climax came. Jaime quickly followed pouring himself into her he kissed her mouth one last time before collapsing with her onto the bed.

They were both silent for a long while, the only sound was their heavy breathing as they regained composure. Jaime stroked his fingers along Brienne's long curves and was the first to break the silence.

"For some reason when I am with you, everything makes sense. You are a pure soul Brienne and I couldn't in good conscience allow this evening to end without asking you to reconsider."

"Reconsider what?" Questioned Brienne.

Jaime's gaze darted over to her dress now discarded on the floor.

"Reconsider your opinions on marriage so I can ask you to be my wife."

Brienne's head shot up and she pushed herself up on to her elbows.

"What?" Her head was spinning as she met Jaime's gaze head on.

"Just what happened to you within the last two fortnights to make you behave this way Jaime? I daresay you do not quite seem yourself."

"Really, because I'd argue that I feel more myself now than ever before."

Brienne got out of the bed and moved to put on her night gown.

"Why are you really here Jaime? Because I have a feeling it wasn't merely to bed me."

Jaime sat up and he ran his hand along his face.

"I meant what I said earlier. I came here to see you."

"And?"

"And I need your help with something."

Brienne realized at that point that Jaime didn't love her. He was here for his own selfish needs. She thought he had changed but she supposed after going back to Kingslanding things fell back into place as they always had been and tonight was simply an itch and she was his aversion. Brienne's face tensed and her fists balled and then she ordered him to get up and get dressed.

"You know you almost had me fooled for a moment there," replied Brienne coolly as she turned away from him so he could put on his drawers.

"I have been nothing but honest with you since my arrival."

Brienne scoffed and she turned back to face him. Thankfully he was half dressed now and she replied, "Out with it then. Why are you here Kingslayer?"

"It's ironic that you used that name."

Brienne rolled her eyes and walked over to her door putting her hand on the door handle to ensure Jaimie left this time but he continued.

"I killed the Queen."

Brienne wasn't sure she heard Jaime correctly but despite her apparent shock he continued.

"She was completely mad…She murdered innocent men, women, and children with wild fire and would have kept doing so had I not stopped her…I killed my sister. I killed Cersei and I need your help to ensure this truth never sees the light of day."

Brienne looked at Jaime as if he had just grown a head of horns not sure where this fell on the scale of mortal sin. She was pretty certain this was one of the worst offenses humanly possible and not only that but this was his second offense with killing a royal, and this time he had killed his own blood. If she had any kind of moral responsibility to her Lady or the House of Stark, and just in general, she had to report this immediately. In fact she knew in her heart it was the right thing to do. But something gave her pause; maybe it was the shock of hearing his confession, or the way Jaimie looked at her with pleading eyes like he was a man with nothing to lose.

But before she could say anything there was a knock on the door.

"Lady Brienne, its Sansa. Might I have a word?" The handle turned and the door opened before she could say hide.