Chapter 8 - Jaime

A few hours after his ordeal, Jaime was pacing up and down the corridor outside Brienne's chambers. He almost knocked on her door but then caught himself last second. "Look you idiot it's only a girl. It's only a girl with a sword. It's only a big girl with a big sword" he scolded himself for being a coward.

"It's only a big girl with a big sword who is better than you!" Bronn, apparently appearing out of nowhere, interjects.

"You're not helping!"

"Alright I'll help." Bronn knocked on the door for him. Jaime panicked. Bronn walked off and muttered "Don't thank me!"

Brienne opened the door wearing her cloak.

"Lady Brienne! It's so good to see you. It's only been…a few hours." he exclaims, trying to hide his nerves. What on earth was he saying? He was such a bumbling buffoon when it came to such matters. Then he noticed the cloak, disappointed and slightly puzzled. "Are we going somewhere?!"

"Just come in" she took his arm and pulled him quickly through the doorway, shooing Pod away who was loitering outside.

"Just go sit down over there!" – pointed to the bed – and shut the door.

Jaime bounced on the bed. "It's a bit like the old times this – you ordering me about. Except the surroundings are much nicer and the beds far more comfortable."

"Just shut up before I change my mind again."

She took a deep breath. And let her cloak drop to the floor. What Jaime saw before him was a stark-naked Brienne of Tarth, wearing nothing but Oathkeeper slung casually around her hips.

"I couldn't find anything to wear that you would find aesthetically pleasing or would make me more attractive to you."

Jaime just looked at her, mouth agape, completely stunned.

"Anything? Don't leave me hanging here like this. Please say something." she pleaded.

"I…I'm trying to figure out if this is a dream or not."

"Are you saying you dream about me Ser Jaime?"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

"Well do you like it?" she asked anxiously.

"I…I love it! Love the sword – nice touch." Jaime commented, still completely awestruck.

"Yes, I thought you might." Was she flirting with him?

"I'm sorry but can you just slap me just to make sure this isn't another one of my dreams?"

Brienne obliged happily. She gave him a hard slap across the cheek.

"Ow!" Jaime looked rather shocked and stroked his red cheek "Seven Hells Brienne! That really hurt! I might change my mind now!"

"About what?"

"About why I came here tonight."

"Which is?"

"Well. Just hear me out – this isn't easy for me - I've been a sworn knight for most of my life, so I don't really know about these things. In fact, I joined the Kingsguard precisely so I didn't have to do these things."

Brienne moved closer to him on the bed and gave him her full attention now, listening intently. Her heart was racing.

"I'm sorry…I was expecting you to be fully clothed when I did this…so this is a little distracting." Jaime couldn't concentrate. His mind was all over the place. Again, she had taken him completely by surprise.

"I honestly didn't know what to wear!" She laughed. "Plus, I thought we'd save time and frustration this time by bypassing the whole "getting undressed" part."

"I had no idea you felt this way about me…why did you never…you know...give me a sign that you liked me – in that way." He felt like the stupidest Lannister again.

"Are you seriously asking me that? Really?! After all the things you've said to me." She felt a sudden anger rise inside of her. Her stance became more defensive putting both hands on her hips. "Shall I refresh your memory? Upon first seeing me you said – 'Is that a woman?' Followed by 'Where did you find this beast?' The next day 'You're much uglier in daylight.' Hmm what else…'Has anyone ever told you you're as boring as you are ugly?' And oh yes – a particular favourite of mine – 'Giant toe-headed plank.' And to top it all 'Maybe you're a Lannister too – you've got the hair for it - but not the looks!'"

"Yeah I know, I know. You know I didn't truly mean those things. I wish I could take them all back. I'm sorry for ever hurting you. It was a defence mechanism. I was confused and afraid. I didn't want to admit to myself that you meant anything to me because I was scared of rejection. But actions speak louder than words don't you think? I lost my hand for you – my sword hand – that hand defined me – it WAS me, I lost my hand to preserve…this -" he pointed to the place between her legs "I turned around for you when nothing I wanted more was to get back home after having spent nearly two years of my life in captivity. I gave you my sword and had armour custom-made for you. Do you really think I would do all these things for someone who meant nothing to me?"

"If you really felt that way then why did you never say anything? What kept you from me?"

"Is this a jape? Me - the kingslayer - with the paragon of virtue?!" he scoffed. "Who would want me - a knight with no sword hand, a cripple? I'm a walking joke. A man without honour, an oathbreaker, a kingslayer who fucks his sister? I'm the worst person that's ever lived. I've done things…things you don't even know about that would make you turn your face away from me with disgust. You were right last night when you said I gave you those gifts because that is all I could give you. I could never give you myself as doing that would defile you. I knew I would never ever be able to even come close to your impossibly high moral standards, no matter how hard I tried. You are too good for me and deep down you know that that's true."

"Shh" she put a finger on his mouth "Hush dear. I understand now." A tear rolled down her cheek. "All this time, you have been with the worst – truly – the worst person in the world because you thought you were worthless, and you thought nobody else would want you, that you deserved no better because you weren't good enough. But you are good enough, you are! You're good enough for me – and that's what matters. You heard the words I spoke today – in front of the whole world – didn't you? And I meant them. You saved my life by risking your own more than once and you have always behaved honourably towards me. There is no one on this earth I trust more than you. Because deep down you are a true knight, the bravest of them all in fact, and a man of honour, fearless in battle and loyal to the bone. I have seen inside your soul – just glimpses of it I admit – but what I have seen is good and true."

She kissed him. They embraced and kissed passionately until Jaime pulled away.

"What?" asked Brienne, confused.

"Let's just slow down for a moment." This was going too fast for him.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Brienne panicked. "I knew it you wouldn't want me! You think me ugly. You find me repulsive!" Her worst fears had been realised.

"No, no, NO! That is not true, far from it. Just hear me out. Trust me I…I have fantasised about this moment at least a thousand times. I had seen your divine body before but…not all of it" – he glanced at nether regions – "some of it I could only dream about. Many times, I imagined what it looked like, what it smelt like, what it tasted like – "

She grabbed his left hand and guided it to the hot and moist place between her legs "What it feels like?"

'Fuck!' he thought, she was so wet! He felt his cock stir in anticipation and he grew hard just like it did all those years ago when they shared the bath together. It took everything in his power to resist the urge to smell and taste his fingers. He could no longer concentrate. What was this wench doing to him?

"Lady Brienne! Oh you are BAD! You are making this hard for me!"

"I can see that!" she glanced at his bulging breeches and smirked. "'Anyway, I'm no lady!"

"Oh but you are! You are MY lady whether you like it or not. I'm a Lord now by the way and a Lord needs a Lady…"

"Is this the proposal part?" She was shocked at her boldness. It just slipped out.

"Yes…I guess. What I meant to say earlier - before we started arguing – was, you are the only pure thing in my life and by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don't wish to defile you and bring dishonour upon you and your house. I've fathered too many bastards already I don't intend to father any more. I'm done with all that. This is the effect you are having on me. You make me want to do the right thing, to be a better person. I want to do this right – this one thing - for you and for me. Just for once in my life I want to do something right."

"Oh but I don't want to wait. I want you now!" she was almost begging for it, it was too cute. But he had to remain steadfast here. This was a line he wasn't willing to cross.

"We can marry in the morning!" he insisted.

"You know very well we could die tomorrow, and I don't want to die a maiden." That was a fair point.

"Fine we will do it tonight, but we will find a sept first thing tomorrow promise?"

"We're in the North there are no septs here." Brienne reminded him.

"You're right…goddammit I hate the North! But fine we'll go to the heart tree – the old gods or the new – I'm easy when it comes to that stuff."

She giggled.

"We'll do it when the fighting's done." She suggested as a reasonable compromise.

"The fighting's never done!" She couldn't argue with that.

"Fine, when the war against the dead is over we will get married."

"Swear it!"

"I swear"

"Good. I know you keep your oaths."

"And you swear to me you will take me tonight?" she looked at him, hopefully.

"Oh I don't need to swear an oath to do that! Come here you stubborn wench!"

He grabbed her, and they kissed passionately. She took off his golden hand and tenderly kissed his stump. She proceeded to taking off his shirt and took a moment to marvel at his god-like body. She wanted to kiss every scar and every bruise. The sword poked Jaime while he tried to lay her down.

"Oh I suppose I better take this off now?" Brienne tried taking the holster off.

"Oh Gods no leave it on! Definitely leave it on!" Oathkeeper was part of them, part of their story.

He laid her down on the soft furs on the bed and started kissing and caressing her all over. He wanted to explore every inch of her body with lips and his fingers, every freckle, every scar, every bruise, every tiny detail he had to be thoroughly explored. Her breasts were small but her nipples grew big and hard from him playing with them and sucking them. He traced the entire length of her body, like an explorer in virgin territory. Her marvelled at her endless legs and imagined them wrapped around his waist. Just the thought of that alone made him go crazy with lust. Yet his touch was so gentle it felt like little flitters all over Brienne's body. It felt like hundreds of butterflies suddenly fluttering in her stomach. He eventually worked his way down to between her legs…she hoped what he saw, smelt and tasted was to his liking. She had tasted herself in the past when she played with herself during those lonely nights, so she knew the smell and taste of her cunt, which was, as she thought, pleasant enough. However, she did not know what she - or any other woman for that matter – looked like down there. He sensed her tensing up and reassured her "Relax my sweet" Jaime was excited he finally got to see and taste her sweet cunt and he was not disappointed. She tasted like honey. No, it must be what nectar tastes like, the food of the gods. And he drank it all up. Brienne felt a quick flicker of his tongue on her lower lips which took her by surprise. She felt his fingers exploring her cunt, going deeper than she ever had before and finding a spot there which gave her sensations entirely new to her. She could not help but let out a sigh of pleasure. He rubbed the spot hard, increasing pressure and speed with time. She tried to resist it and stay in control, but her body started taking over - she started to writhe under his touch and her legs felt like jelly. She completely let go and finally gave herself over to him, to pleasure, something she was not used to doing. Her moans and groans grew louder now, more guttural. While he was doing this with his skilled hand he licked and sucked on her bud which was throbbing and growing from the attention. She felt like she was flying now and thanked the gods her lover was such an experienced one, not a green and clumsy boy who didn't know what he was doing. The waves of pleasure came more frequently now, and her breath grew shallow. Then – in a moment where her whole body spasmed – she felt like she was pierced by a thousand stars and let out a roar. She didn't care who could hear. She knew they weren't the only ones making love in the castle tonight. The impending doom had brought them all closer together, and nobody wanted to waste what could be their last night on this earth. She was shaking. Jaime finally emerged from between her legs, marvelling at her, drinking in the sight of her experiencing extasy. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, as she tried to catch her breath. She pulled him close and they kissed passionately. She could taste her own juices on his tongue and mouth.

"That was like…magic! How did you do this?" Her face had a glow he'd never seen before. She looked like an angel. She was his angel he realised. His guiding light.

"I just wanted to make sure you get your pleasure before me. And for you to be completely ready for my cock. Do you still want me to do this?" he asked caringly.

"Oh yes" She purred, still trying to catch her breath. She could think of nothing else now. She had had a taste and wanted more. "I long to feel you inside of me." She helped him out of his breeches.

"Your wish is my command my lady." That was easier said than done. He was slightly nervous now. He hadn't expected for tonight to go this well nor for it to go this far. He hadn't expected much at all in fact as things never went anywhere with them normally. He'd grown too used to that. He years of being just friends had lulled him into a false sense of security. What if he hurt her? What if he couldn't perform? What if whatever he did to her she didn't like or want? It dawned on him that she wasn't the only virgin here tonight. He had only slept with one person all his life, that compared to most men of his age made him very inexperienced. He'd also never slept with a virgin before. The first time his sister had seduced him was not the first time for her that he was fairly certain of. No, the pressure weighing down on him was immense. Nevertheless, he did as he was told and guided his cock inside her wet cunt with his remaining hand and both moaned loudly. She was tight. So tight it almost hurt. Jaime hadn't known tightness like this since before Cersei had Joffrey, which was many moons ago. Even though it shouldn't it came as a complete surprise and took him off guard. 'Holy shit!' he thought 'I won't last long here.' He was glad that he had decided to make her come with his tongue and fingers first before fucking her.

Brienne tensed a little as she knew this was supposed to hurt. He entered her, ever so gently. There was indeed a flicker of pain and she winced.

"Are you alright my love? We can stop if it hurts too much." He was so caring, Brienne's heart nearly melted.

"Jaime, I am truly touched by your concern for me but please don't be ridiculous – I have a higher pain threshold than you!"

"Oh really?" He just showed her his stump and pointed: "Hand!"

"Fair enough. Please proceed."

Jaime gave another gentle and careful push. And then after a short while another, slightly deeper and more forceful.

"Are you alright my lady? Is this good for you? Shall I slow down, go faster or would you like me to maintain the same speed?" Jaime had no idea if what he was doing was right.

Brienne burst out laughing. "Jaime, you are a nervous talker!"

"I'm sorry I just want it to be right for you and I don't want this to be a disappointment. I'll shut up now!"

"Oh Jaime you could never disappoint me! Just fuck me now please." She could be an impatient little wench at times.

He gladly obliged her command. She winced again in pain as he finally pushed past the delicate barrier, but the pain quickly subsided giving way to pleasures the scale of which she had never known. It was a whole new sensation. She loved the sensation of his thick girth filling and stretching her. There was just the right amount of friction between her cunt and his cock. It was almost painful but not quite. He moaned "I love you Brienne" over and over with each thrust. Much to his delight, she started to meet his thrusts with her own, digging her fingers into his muscular back and wrapping her endlessly long legs tightly around his waist, drawing him as close to her as possible, and allowing him to go even deeper. He loved fucking her precious cunt like this. They had both fiercely protected her maidenhood, he had paid for it by losing his hand. A fair price, he thought, retrospectively. The long wait had been worth it. Finally, after so many years apart, they were one now. He felt complete, and so did Brienne.

Both moaned and grunted loudly in ecstasy. Jaime's words were muffled now as he moaned sweet nothings into her neck. He was pumping faster and harder now, more animalistic, so she was wondering if he was nearing his peak. Then suddenly somehow the angle changed, and he started hitting that same spot again which he caressed with his fingers earlier, which made her legs go to jelly. It was intense. She was close to coming for a second time. Alas, he couldn't control himself any longer and spilled his seed deep inside of her. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her.

"I'm really, really sorry this was so short. I hope you can forgive me.", he panted, "I normally last a lot longer I swear! My cock was just so excited to be inside you finally!"

He noticed a tear running down her cheek. This seemed bad. "Oh, please tell me it wasn't that bad! I don't mean to make you cry!"

"I'm just so happy." He was relieved to hear they were tears of joy. She smiled and kissed him. They snuggled together and silently watched the fire. She was exhausted and felt a little sore and a little messy. And yet she was the happiest she ever felt her whole life. She counted her lucky stars and thanked her younger self for waiting until the right man came along to take her maidenhood. The one she loved and trusted the most. Even though she was tired, she wanted to do it again. She did not want to waste any more time as time was something they didn't have. After a few more silent moments of watching the fire she plucked up the courage to ask: "Jaime – can we do it again do you think?"

Jaime was exhausted, and surprised that she wasn't. Then he remembered how much younger she was than him. "Sure, just give me a few more moments respite please. You've worn me out!" he said, still trying to catch his breath. She wanted to repay him for him pleasuring her earlier with his mouth…she knew a few tricks herself…and started kissing him all over, gradually working her way down to his cock. This took him by surprise and he let out a moan of pleasure. "Oh Gods Brienne!" He knew he had been on to something about her being a good kisser. He had guessed correctly, and her skills were second to none. He was growing hard again due to the expert attention she was giving him with her mouth and tongue. As he was getting close to peaking again, he pulled her off him and rolled on top of her, moving her thigh out of the way with his good hand and entered her, fucking her hard and fast this time. Once he felt her cunt spasm around his cock he allowed himself to come inside her.

Jaime kissed Brienne's messed up hair as she lay in his arms. He was content. Contentment was something he had not known for so long that the feeling was almost alien to him. But something had been nagging away at him and he just had to ask.

"Brienne"

"Hmm?" sighed his beloved, who had almost dozed off already. The last round of fucking had obviously done the trick and finished her off for the night.

"You know that thing you did earlier, with your mouth on my…"

"Uh huh"

"Well…seeing as you were a virgin…how did you…how did you know what to…who taught you?"

She sat up and frowned. The question annoyed her.

"Honestly, I may have been innocent but I'm not an idiot! I do know some things believe it or not!"

"Sure, but how? Did Pod tell you about his adventures at Littlefinger's establishment?"

She rolled her eyes. "No! Pod and I do not discuss his sexual escapades thank you very much." She thought for a moment, then smirked. "Let's see if you can work this one out yourself. Just think about it some more - who did I serve before Lady Catelyn? Hmm?! Can you remember who it was? I definitely told you - I remember the conversation like it was yesterday."

Jaime looked puzzled. It took him a while to figure out. "Oh!" his face fell, and he cringed at the realisation. He really was the stupidest Lannister. "Oh, I see…yes I can imagine that type of thing must have been -"

"Impossible to escape yes." She confirmed.

He felt queasy now. "Well – you certainly learned from the best!"

He really, really wished he hadn't asked and cursed himself for being such a nosey git. He kissed her good night, squeezed her tightly in his arms and wished the night would never end.