Warning: Some sexual content.

Cersei.

She stood in the alley way, trying to avoid looking at the ground, watching the night rushing in. The last slice of daylight was quickly disappearing over the horizon, and with it, the heat of the day was leaving the city. She felt a shiver, and wished she had brought her jacket. The dress she wore left her legs exposed and she could feel gooseflesh prickling the skin. But then again, she hadn't expected to have been kept waiting.

Impatiently, she began to tap her heel against the brick wall she leant on, beating out a sharp, staccato rhythm. It helped with the chill, but not with her mood. Her absence would be noticed soon. She would need to make a better excuse than simply needing the bathroom. Her father was already annoyed that she had dressed so provocatively for such a formal dinner. She didn't care. It was quickly becoming the only thing in her life that she could control, and she would dress as she goddamned pleased. She grinned wickedly at the memory of his face as she had sashayed in to the restaurant, late, in the tightest, shortest dress she could find.

The excitement she had felt when she first arrived back in Miami seemed like a strange and distant memory now. It had not been the victory parade she had envisaged. The world had not rolled out the red carpet for her. It was as if she had arrived too late, and the party was over. The clean up was nearly finished and the city had continued on without her, leaving her with a hungry urge and no way to purge it. Her father was moving at a glacial pace as far as she was concerned. Her friends, such as they were, had either left the city with Aerys' death or were else keeping a quiet distance. It seemed that her father was right – their name did still carry a taint. There was nothing of any interest to occupy or distract her, and she found herself forced to attend an endless, dull procession of dinners and parties, all full of equally dull people whose opinion she apparently had to care about. She found herself longing for New York again, and its relaxed, lazy evenings. She knew, in her heart, that it wasn't really New York she missed. It was freedom.

A voice roused her from her thoughts, and a strong, familiar hand found its way up her arm and to her throat. Eagerly, she allowed him to cup her face and turn her towards him. Jaime breathed quickly, as though he had be running, and she could almost taste him already. She grinned and he smothered her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply.

Her hands came upwards, fingers trailing along the line of his jaw, the muscles of his neck, the tender flesh at the front of his throat. She felt the growl he made as she gently caught his lip between her own and bit lightly. He pressed in to her, backing her up against the wall, forceful enough to make the skin of her shoulders graze along the brick. One hand went to her hair, pulling softly at the nape of her neck, making her arch her head back. The other reached down to her hips, down her thigh, to the hem of her skirt. His fingers trailed little circles on the softness of her inner thigh, and she opened her legs for him, instinctively. Her moan made him laugh and so she bit his lip again, harder this time, causing the same moan to escape him. In a second he was pushing up against her, in her, his breath ragged in her ear. She pushed back against his fingers, needing more but being left achingly short. She wanted more than this, and better. The ally way was too cold and damp and the world was dangerously close by.

She pushed him away, and he withdrew from her with a curious, lopsided look. He tried to kiss her again but she held him back still. Resigned, he gave a groan and tried instead to nuzzle against her neck. She allowed him that, and ran her fingers through his hair as he rested against her. His voice was muffled when he spoke.

'You look so good' he complained, running his hands up her sides and down again.

'It's been too long.'

He was not wrong. Although they had seen each other a lot over the last few weeks, their time alone together had been frustratingly short.

'And whose fault is that?' she said accusingly. 'Robert keeps you too busy for me now.'

He sighed and nuzzled closer to her, beginning to kiss her neck lightly.

'I did that for us' he said between kisses. 'You know that. Don't start.'

She closed her eyes, wetting her lips and sinking in to the heat that spread from where his lips touched her. It would be so easy to lose herself to it; to have him, right there, now. She opened her eyes and tried to focus.

'That was then. Now, you stay for the glory. Don't pretend. You love how everyone looks at you.'

He withdrew then, and brought his face close to hers. He kissed her with his eyes open.

'Maybe' he said teasingly. She could see the lie in his expression, but she didn't contradict him. She had no time now for that game. Time was passing and they both needed to get back. Her own issue was more pressing.

'Dad wants me to seduce him. He said as much, and now he's engineering meetings with him.'

'I noticed, and Robert has. He isn't as stupid as they say. He takes great pleasure in telling me' Jaime chuckled, and tried to kiss her again.

Cersei was annoyed by that. She needed to make him understand. Then he wouldn't be laughing at her.

'And if I fuck him? Will that be just as funny?'

Her brothers expression darkened then, and she felt his fingers dig possessively in to her flesh. It excited her far more than his soft kisses had.

'Don't joke' he said sullenly.

'I'm not' she answered acidly. 'I'm serious. He won't let it drop. He wants to win him over , and he'll do it with money and with me.'

She could feel the anger in him now and it made her smile. She leant forward, kissing him slowly, mixing that anger with lust. The two were often so similar. It lasted only a moment though before he broke away, his expression still thunderous.

'I won't let him touch you' he swore vehemently. It was Cersei's turn to chuckle now.

'Maybe it won't be such a bad thing' she said casually. 'We'd be closer. If I'm with Robert, then I'd also be with you…'

It was something that she had thought about before. Once the initial sting of her father's idea had waned, she had found herself contemplating the meaning behind it. Small pools of light had started to creep in to her reasoning. Robert was not an unattractive man. In fact, she found him very appealing. The strength of him reminded her of Jaime, although he was a much darker, harder version of him. Rougher, untested, untamed. He had power too, which was an undeniable attraction. The possibility of slipping in to such a position of influence was exciting, and would certainly break her out of the deadening monotony of her life so far. And Jaime would be there. She would see him every day. She was beginning to realise that the only real objection she had to the whole idea was that it had not been hers. Still, try and she might, that hard fact stuck in her throat, and made her fight it. She was not yet sold.

Jaime kissed her again, hard, breaking her from her thoughts. When he pulled away, his eyes were wide and fiery.

'I don't think I could stand that' he said gravely. 'You should be with me…'

She smiled sadly, a genuine smile and a genuine sadness. This song had been sung before. They knew all the words. The tune never changed.

'I'm yours' she said earnestly. 'Whatever happens, I am always yours. Remember that.'

She meant it.