"Have you gone completely mad?" Jaime asked looking at Tormund.
"What, ye southerner lads don't have to stomach for our free folkways? Her heart belongs to us both, so she's willing to let us both go. I'm not willing to let her go, so I'm willing to do whatever it takes. So ye have to ask ye'rself, what are ye willing to do, to be with her?" Tormund answered.
"Well, since you've put it that way," Jaime said more calmly now. "And do not call me lad, especially what we are about to do. So how does this work? Who goes first?"
"Have you two gone completely mad?" Brienne asked shocked, not only for what these two are thinking about but more that they are actually considering it, especially with her. "Should I get Podrick in here to take my maidenhead first, before you two fight for it like little girls over a doll?" Brienne added sarcastically.
"Another?" Tormund said simply, with a raised eyebrow amusingly.
"Him too? Honestly Brienne, I'm sure you fancy being with many men, but I don't think you have to have them all in one night. I'm considering trying it the free folk way be it the only way I can have you, but I don't think to add more would be fun..." Jaime said looking at her, his eyes traveling down her body. "Although I heard rumors that the boy has a magic cock." Jaime continued looking at Tormund now.
"Seven hells!" Brienne gasped mortified. "I was not serious…!" She added taking a deep breath. "And that was not something I wanted to know about my Squire." She continued after a moment.
She dropped her sword to the ground, mumbling all sorts of unladylike words while she laid back down on her bed turning her back on them, laying on her left side, closing her eyes, pretending nothing just happened and they would just go away. She was mortified that these two were serious, even more so, if they were mocking her. She would have to pray to all the Gods for the earth to swallow her up if they actually do call for Podrick. Why couldn't they just accepted her choice, and let her be? All of this was tormenting her enough.
"You do realize she hasn't said no to any of this yet." Jaime whispered to Tormund while his eyes never left looking at her.
"Aye." He whispered back.
"I will get her sword." Jaime grinned looking at Tormund. Never in all his life, did he ever dreamed of being in a situation like this. In good dreams or nightmares.
"But if, and at any time our Lady tells us to stop," Tormund said warningly grabbing a fist full of Jaime's shirt looking him in the eye.
"I may be a king's slayer but I am a man of honor. Al thought we will never speak of tonight ever again."
"Aye."
Jaime walked closer and picked up her sword from the ground and took it as far away as he could from the bed. They respected and loved her, they would stop whenever she would ask it, however not by the point of her sword impaled in them. Tormund walked closer looking down at her. She looked so beautiful when she was angry, even more so when she was flushed from embarrassment. He would never hurt or dishonor her in any way, yet the fact that she hasn't directly refused any of this, made him want her even more. There was no need for her to feel embarrassed.
"This is all just a dream, and I would wake up soon enough..." Brienne said to herself, her eyes closed as she was trying to fell back to sleep or waking up from her current one, while Jaime came standing by his side looking from her to Tormund.
There was a strange feeling of excitement within him. Never had he shared a bed with another woman besides his sister, and now he found himself considering a great deal to do so, and with another man. He found himself wondering what it was about Brienne that made him so reckless.
There was a movement about, and Brienne chose to ignore it all, trying to fell back to sleep. If they didn't want to listen to her, the silent treatment would have to do. After a long moment, there was silence, and for a swift moment, Brienne thought they have left. She released a heavy sigh as she tried to get comfortable. Then she felt it, she gasped, and her eyes snapped open.