A/N: Rated M, please don't read if you're easily offended. As always the characters don't belong to me, I'm just playing with them.
Brienne
Brienne swallowed, watching his face closely, loving the way the light played on his features, his high cheekbones, his long nose, leaving him gilded. She wondered what it was he saw looking back at him, knowing she was no match for his beauty. Green eyes were scanning her face, searching for clues, looking for doubt or fear or refusal. Discerning none of these, he pulled her back against him, kissing her again, this time more softly. His left hand brushed her cheek, skimming lightly down the column of her throat, her shoulder, her breast, down her body to her hip. Gripping it, he pulled her against him firmly. She inhaled shakily as she felt his hardness pressing against her, undeniable evidence of his need. Panic flared again, but she pushed through it, knowing she wanted this, more than anything else at this moment, whatever it may be or however long it may last. Hesitant at first, growing bolder, she touched him, stroking the hard planes of his chest, his shoulders, his back. He groaned deep in his throat, pushing her, steering her backwards in the direction of her bed. Sliding her hands down his body, she fumbled shakily with the laces of his pants.
Her hands were so unsteady that she'd made little progress on his lacing by the time she felt the back of her legs touch the side of the bed. Laughing now, he pulled away just enough to give her a shove, drawing a little yelp of surprise from her as she fell gracelessly back on the fur coverlet. She blinked up at him, standing above her, and watched as he finished what she'd started with the laces, allowing the pants to slide down his legs. Feeling suddenly, painfully shy, she squeezed her eyes closed and heard him laugh again.
"Bashful now are we?" He observed. "It's not like you haven't seen it before."
"Not like that." She whispered, eyes still firmly closed.
"No, not like this." The mattress gave as he knelt above her and she felt his hand at the fastenings of her own pants. She knew he'd require help with this; she fought to regain the business-like composure of earlier. Arching her back, she loosed the lacing and slid the pants down over her hips, while he helped her pull them down her long legs and over her feet.
He was staring down at her, an unreadable expression in his eyes as they roamed the length of her nude body. She felt a hot flush creeping over her bare skin. "Don't look at me like that!" She hissed self consciously.
"Like what."
"I know I'm not beautiful."
He leaned over her, meeting her eyes. "What's beauty? He asked. "I think I'll decide what I find beautiful."
The mattress creaked as he moved, shifting his body down over hers. The sensation of his warm skin against hers, his weight bearing down on her was entirely intoxicating , and she wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her again.
It was strange how quickly a situation could flip entirely to the unexpected, Brienne mused; she'd seen it in battles countless times, and so it was in life also. Her evening had started with the too-familiar sense of unease with herself and a fear of being mocked that had followed her throughout her entire life, only to alter to the indescribable bliss of complete acceptance in her most vulnerable state. That Jaime was the one to give her this meant more to her than she wanted to think about at the moment. Instead she gave herself up to her feelings and the instinctual reactions she had only used before when fighting.
His mouth left hers as he kissed her neck, her breasts; she could feel his stubbly beard abrading the tender skin there, the small pain of it intensifying her pleasure to near unbearable. As he shifted down to kiss her stomach, she dared to sink her fingers into his thick hair, Lannister gold turning silver. A rush of panic again as he moved lower, supporting himself on his maimed right arm as he pushed her thighs apart. Painfully self- conscious again, she struggled up to her elbows to look at him. "What are you doing?"
He lifted his head, staring up the length of her body, his expression guileless as her regarded her. "I suggest you lay back and find out."
Brienne realized what he was about, having certainly heard of the practice, but her knowledge of sex was so rudimentary she had no idea of what to think or expect. "Can't you just, y'know, do it the normal way?" She suggested.
He was laughing at her now, but his eyes on hers were warm. "It will hurt for you the first time." He explained. She knew this of course, but hadn't considered it. "It won't hurt me." He continued. "It will feel wonderful, in fact. I'm trying to make this good for both of us." Still reading doubt and fear in her eyes, he added softly, "Trust me, please."
Brienne nodded mutely, not trusting her voice. She lay back, trying to will her body into some state of relaxation . Again he shifted himself downward, pushing her long legs apart and settling in between them. She pressed her eyes tightly closed as she felt his fingers touch her in that most intimate and unspeakable of places, parting her and then stoking her in a way that sent shockwaves throughout her body. She gasped and nearly came off the mattress as he replaced his fingers with his mouth, hot tongue driving a wave of liquid fire through her core. Unable to stop herself, she cried out, speaking his name again and again until the wave peaked and then subsided. Slowly returning to herself , she registered her own pounding heartbeat and the raggedness of her breathing first, dawning to awareness of him, resting his head tenderly against her thigh. "See, I told you." He said. "You should always trust me about these things." Brienne's could only nod, too stunned to form words.
He moved abruptly, raising his body to lay over her again. He'd been so steady and patient before that she'd nearly forgotten his own need, but now she could feel his trembling urgency as he kissed her lips roughly . Clearly he was struggling with self control as his mouth moved to her breasts; taking her nipple briefly between his teeth he suckled her, first one breast and then the other. Brienne could feel the heat building inside her again as he nudged her thighs further apart with his knee and pressed the hard length of himself against her. He raised his head to meet her eyes as he began to press into her slowly. Unable to stop herself, Brienne cried out, the sting of sudden pain, euphoria and fear too much to bear.
"Am I hurting you?" He rasped out.
"Yes." Her voice sounded strange and choked, and she realized tears were flowing from her wide eyes.
She felt him pull back, but she put her arms around his back and pulled him against her. "Don't stop!" She cried. "Don't stop." She gasped again as he drove himself fully inside her.
Clearly he couldn't hold himself back anymore ; Brienne's fingers clutched his shoulders in a way that had to be painful as he thrust into her again and again. It hurt, just as he'd warned her, but the pain itself was blissful, as was the knowledge that it was he who was claiming this first from her, filling a part of her that until now had been empty. She felt the ache subsiding, and she began to relish the strength of his body moving against her, within her; his sweat and his ragged breath and his heart pounding with her own. A near unbearable tension was building inside her again, and it was with a sense of wonder that she felt it build and build and then shatter. She knew it was the same for him as his body on hers abruptly tensed; he rasped out her name as he thrust into her a final time before spending himself inside her.
Brienne could feel her virgins blood mixed with his seed slick upon her thighs. Slowly, he shifted his weight off her and to the side; lifting his head he looked into her eyes, but neither could seem to find words. Instead he brushed her cheek lightly with his lips, letting his head drop to rest against her shoulder. They lay together unmoving, unwilling and unable to separate; the fire crackled in its grate and the wind howled outside as they drifted on to sleep.
