Chapter 2

She felt a hand on her thigh. At first Cersei thought that she was dreaming, but the hand grew insistent. It moved to her inner thigh, then to her cunt. She winced and opened her eyes.

Eyes identical to hers was what she saw. Her twin was there, sitting on the bed, next to her. Jaime looked even more handsome and more beautiful in the sunlight. His hair glowed like real gold. His eyes were bright. He looked as if he a halo formed around his head. He was holy by day and sinner by night.

"Good morning", he said.

Cersei took his hand and put it on her breast instead, right where her heart was beating. Jaime's fingers curled around it, but he looked a little confused.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked.

She wanted to say that he had. She wanted to say that Eddard Stark was a cruel man and enjoyed causing pain to others. Then, Jaime would kill him and they would leave King's Landing together. But what good would that be? People would call them murderers, traitors, foul. They would want their heads on spikes. Cersei did not want her head removed. Nor her twin's.

"Lord Stark is a dutiful and honorable man", she said finally. "He wouldn't hurt me. It's just that losing my maidenhood hurt and now I'm sore."

Jaime didn't say a word. He merely focused his eyes on his sister. Cersei felt as if he was stripping her of her own skin until she was nothing but bones, which soon turned into dust. Jaime could read her like an open book. She hated him for that. She didn't want anyone to know her that well. That took the element of surprise away from her. That could be destructive if you had powerful enemies.

Jaime nodded, convinced that her words were true. "I don't think he likes me", he said finally.

Cersei wasn't surprised. The Starks were always cold, unless it came to family. Jaime had nothing to do with Ned Stark's family. He was Cersei's family. He was Cersei's everything.

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you? Because if he did, I'll kill him."

She would have expected nothing less. But he would be a great fool if he did it. Ned Stark was no peasant that would be missed by few and forgotten soon. He was the Hand of the King, the man who had helped the King take the Iron Throne. Plus, the King loved him. If Jaime killed him, he would suffer.

"He didn't hurt me, sweet brother", she assured him. "It's just that…he's ice and I'm fire. And no matter how close I get to him, he won't melt. He's too cold for someone like me."

"And what about me?" Jaime teased, playing with her nipple.

She didn't say a word. She just smiled and kissed him. Words were not necessary. They were twins, they were the same. They felt the same. His hungry kiss proved just that. They belonged together. They had come into this world together. No one could separate them. They weren't supposed to be separated.

The kiss deepened, and Cersei felt as if her brother would swallow her whole. Or, maybe, she would swallow him. She had great power on him. She was a woman. What she had between her legs had great power on every man.

When they both needed to breathe, Cersei broke the kiss. She stroked Jaime's hair. So soft. So alive. Lannister gold. Just like hers. This was the perfect man for her.

"Why are you here anyway?" she asked him.

"Now that Robert is the new King, the small council has a lot of work. Lord Stark doesn't want you to be lonely. I don't serve him, but this is a very pleasant task", he replied with a smile.

So Lord Eddard Stark did not want her to be lonely and had sent Jaime to her. How nice of him. Surely he wouldn't have acted like that if Cersei was a man. She was a woman, though. She had been taught to smile and sing and please and curtsy. No one had ever put a sword in her hand. No one had ever given her the chance to defend herself.

"Well, then you better keep me good company", she said with a devilish grin.

The same grin appeared on Jaime's face. He leaned in, and his hand moved to her private parts. Cersei, however, put a finger on his soft lips and stopped him. Jaime looked puzzled.

"Not today, sweet brother", she told him, the grin still painted on her face. "I'm sore, remember?"

Jaime nodded, but he was obviously disappointed. She couldn't fight, she couldn't handle a sword, but oft times she could be more powerful than men. Men think with their cocks, she commented. Jaime is like me, part of me, but he's a man. And she loved the power she had on him as a woman.