Author's Notes: Well this is awkward. Longest... Chapter... Yet. This more or less cropped up from one little, tiny, scene in "Dance with Dragons", where they interact so nicely, I'm like "aw...". Of course, I doubt GRRM intends anything, but their pairing wouldn't leave me alone, and I didn't resist too much. Hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Sex between young teen, and a fifty-ish old man.

BARRISTAN "THE BOLD" SELMY AND MISSANDEI

He had been at the Hearth plenty of times, but had never lain with a companion. The Hearth was more then a brothel, it served as an inn as well. In fact, there were children running its corridors. Children of the Wall, they were called: born from the Night's Watch, wildlings, of whores, or any combination of the three. Sometimes Barristan would play with them, and they'd call him "Barry" or "grandfather". It surprises him how much it warms his heart. Even before Lord Snow's "Erection" (as the Wall fondly called the proclamation to allow legal whoring), there had been bastard/orphan children in Mole's Town, and all along the Wall's Gift.

While whoring might not have been legal, anyone with a lick more sense then Grenn could tell where these children came from. Moon Tea was not easy to get in the North, as the herbs necessary liked warm and dry climates. One would have to import from as far south as Highgarden or from the eastern lands. Anyway, it mattered not where these children came from, Bold Barristan had heart enough to love them all.

Barristan stayed in a room at the Hearth whenever he and his Commander traveled from Sentinel Stand. His Commander usually stayed at Castle Black, and would trust Barristan and others in their retinue to stay in Mole's Town.

Barristan himself had been offered leadership of one kind or another in his last twenty years at the Wall, having been there thirty years. He refused to take command, of either a castle or of the whole Wall. He couldn't lead with determinism; he was at his best as a loyal soldier with an occasional and welcome opinion.

Now, in his early fifties, he was growing weary of traveling here and there and of watching the ladies try to get in his pants. Before the Hearth had been built, before Jon Snow was made Commander, Barristan had had no problems keeping his celibacy vows, even when the Old Bear allowed female crows. Then, all of a sudden, sex was available again, via Lord Snow's "erection". To Barristan however, it was never just sex, it was an intimate and personal act, no matter what others said, or how heated he got. However, a few years pass, and he's able to avoid the carnal act; it's easy again since all the women who try to undress him are all the same in his eyes.

He had loved, once, to a lady promised to another. He never told her, and had made his vows at the Night's Watch before trouble could arise. But he always remembered her. She was smart, beautiful, witty with tact, graceful, and kind. She had died, though, even before she had a chance to marry, driven to grief over forbidden love.

Now, he was playing cyvasse with a child of the Wall, Myrcella. All of a sudden, there's a cry, a girl running down the stairs with a sheet covering her nakedness. Barristan recognizes her as Missandei, a wildling whore, who happened to have wildling brothers sworn to the black. He had watched her grow up from childhood to maidenhood, to see her move from her brother's room at the castle, to the rooms in the Hearth. She always had a smile and a kind word for him.

Now, however, her face is streaked with tears, sobs coming from her lips. She sees him, and bypasses Val to run into his safe arms. He holds her shuddering form, but looks to the stairs, where the man who had paid for her services is slowly descending as well, tying his breeches and unconcerned with the commotion.

Barristan is surprised to see Commander Joffrey of Oakenshield, when the light of the common room hits his face. He knows very little of the boy, except that most do not like him. Joffrey also has a reputation at the Hearth for being a little rougher then was deemed acceptable, but Barry just chalked it up to youthful ignorance and a harsh life on the Wall.

Turning back to Missandei, he asks her what happened. "He was… " Cough, "choking me!" Looking down at her throat, he can see signs of bruising, and he turns to Joffrey.

"Ser, by what reason have you felt you needed to harm this innocent girl?"

Joffrey sneers, looking like he'd rather ignore the old soldier as he buckles his sword belt back on. "It was for my pleasure. I bought her services, didn't I?"

Val tries to intercede, to suggest they go to another room, but Barristan cuts her off, in a rare display of anger. "These girls, these women, they deserve better." He looks around the room. "Who else has been hurt by this... unworthy ser?"

None of the ladies in the common room will look to him, and the other men seated remain still. Joffrey laughs. "See? They all know, they're nothing but cows: cattle, horses, bitches: all for the pleasure of men. I will walk out of here, and no one will say anything. I will come back tomorrow night, and they will allow it to happen again! Nothing but lowly whores, and I won't be sorry see them cry, look at me in fear, and bleed."

There's silence in the room. Almost. Moans and cries of ecstasy are in the background, and Missandei is still weeping; but no one else offers a comment. Finally, after seemingly to get his anger in check, Barristan starts to speak, low voiced and dangerous, "Is that because no one will give you respect on the Wall?"

Joffrey's smirk falls into a scowl, "How dare you?" He stalks towards Selmy, shoulders hunched, trying to look menacing, but Selmy knows by now it's all hot air. "I am a Lord on the Night's Watch, all you are is a washed up old man, past his time, I..."

Barristan drawing his sword out silenced whatever he would next say. "Dare to test your claim, boy?"

Joffrey lord looks stunned, no longer sure of himself. He looks around the room, seeking support, but none of the whores would say anything (the one time he would wish they did), and all of the men folk, black or wild, respect the ex-knight too much to reprimand him, let alone help Joffrey. Too late he realizes he should have remained silent before.

Swallowing, knowing that once the blade was out, Barristan followed through where others would make threats, Joffrey brought out his own sword. He was as good as dead.

Later, Missandei is scrubbing Barristan's back while he soaks in a tub. There is nothing untoward about this situation, he having been helped by the companions before.

"You were vary gallant, grandfather." Whispers Missandei. He grunts in response. She hugs him around his shoulders, uncaring that it gets the front of her dress wet. He allows her a few moments, before unclasping her hands in his own, and turning to face her, "No one should be mistreated like that. I was just doing my duty as a knight of the realm. No situation in life could take that distinction away from me."

Missandei responds, "Knight or no, not every man does what he has to." Smiling, she leans in to kiss his cheek. Then she kisses his lips. Barristan is too shocked at the bold girl to do anything other then just let her. When she places her hands on his chest, however, he moves away from her, grasping her hands again. He looks at her in disappointment, a look she mirrors.

"Grandfather, please. I love you!"

He sighs, "You do not love me." Seeing her shake her head in the negative, his own heart grows heavy as he's about to break hers. "You love the idea of me. Of honor, and kind men. There will be another, younger, worthier, man for you."

Her eyes neither leave his nor tear up; her strength impresses him, as much as it makes him sad. "I have loved you since I was a little girl, grandfather. My parents are properly buried in the wild, with your assistance, when no one else would help us. You have helped to train my brothers with the sword. You have taught me to read, when no one, myself included, thought it needed. My brothers and I owe you our very existence. More then that, I owe you my heart, which I give freely!"

"You do not need to give yourself to me, out of a feeling of debt. All that I did, I did because I wanted to, I cared for you all, and still do. I would be remiss in my caring if I allowed you to bed an old man simply to thank him."

Tears do fall from her face now, and Barristan brings up a hand to wipe a tear away. "I was afraid. Earlier, when Joffrey was abusing me, that I would never have the chance to tell you I loved you. He was beating me, preventing me from running out the door, and the whole time I was fearful for my life. More then that, I was surprised to feel fear at never seeing you again."

Missandei moves to hug him, and Barristan allows it, stunned at the amount of emotion coming from the girl. She continues, "When I ran into you arms in the common room, never have I been so relieved to see you! I swore to myself I would not let you leave my sight again, before telling you how I feel. I do not do this out of a sense of debt, but because I truly, unequivocally, love you, grandfather."

She releases him, and stands up. "I have told you, and do not regret it. You leave for Sentinel Stand tomorrow, and…" her voice starts to choke up, "I look forward to seeing you again in the future!"

She starts to run towards the door. "Wait!" Barristan stops her. "Wait." He stands from the tub, glad she has stopped, and he doesn't have to follow her through the corridors. He grabs a towel to wrap around his torso, before stepping out of the tub, and walking towards her.

Reaching her, he turns her around, and hugs her to him. She starts sobbing against his chest, thinking he only wishes to comfort her, while still rejecting her. Wasting not a moment more, he grabs her head, moving it so that he might kiss her properly.

It is tender and sweet. He can taste the salty tears upon her mouth, and its bittersweet taste goes wonderfully with her soft and yielding lips. The tears still fall, but she responds with such ardor that Barristan is left with little doubt of what she has confessed.

Breaking the kiss, he looks into her red-rimmed eyes and has his own confession for her. "I may have kissed many a fair lady in my day, but never have I lain with one." It brings a smile to her face, and then a laugh bubbles forth from her lips.

He smiles sheepishly at her, and her heart is hit with a pang of adoration. "Grandfather, your body is an old warrior, but your heart and soul are of my age. Come, let us finish your bath."

Towel less, and in the tub again, Barristan watches Missandei as she takes off her clothes. He has seen women naked before, and he appreciates her unique tan not seen in many wildlings, her golden eyes that are rare in the whole of Westeros, and finds her flat face a nice change from the full faces that are more common in the hearth.

However, noticing her body is not what runs through his head as she unties her laces holding her bosom, it is the fact that he indeed loves her back.

The love was a trap of his making. He had taught her to be smart. It caused her to be witty. Not only did he drill swordsmanship to her brothers, he drilled courtesies, gallantry, and gentility to all three. At times, he would share stories of adventure to all the Children of the Wall, and she would always take them to heart, playing them out with her dolls, and then pretending she herself was a lady in fact. What had started as an attempt to be a father figure, had caused Missandei to become the woman he once loved, all over again. Smart, beautiful, witty with tact, graceful, and kind; she was Ashara reborn, one that wants him back.

He reaches for her hips as she climbs in the tub with him, calloused hands stroking the smooth skin. She shudders, and he knows it's not from the heated water. She lays her own dainty hands on his leathery and muscled shoulders, before lowering herself to straddle his thighs.

Missandei smiles at him, rubbing his shoulders, and he smiles back. Her eyes lower to his chest, and her hands follow, seemingly in awe of his body. It does not tickle, but he chuckles that though she has been with countless men, she is still in awe of him.

Her awe is nothing in comparison to his amazement of having her before him; he can only wonder at his talent for hiding it better. His own eyes travel her smooth skin, so unlike his own rough leather-like skin. His hands feel her silken hips, travel up soft and yielding sides, cup firm yet plush breasts, better then any goose-feather pillow.

At her gasp, he looks again at her face, now flushed and opened mouthed. Squeezing her breasts, she moans and arches towards him. Moving a hand around her back, and the other to her chin, he maneuvers her into another kiss.

Her hands lower to his hips, and her breasts smash into his chest. When he feels a hand take his cock, he starts sucking her neck, moving his own hands to her ass.

He had been semi hard throughout the evening, but having her gentle hands stroke him like this, brought him to harsh attention. He can no more do anything for her but gasp and groan into her neck, as her thumb strokes the tip, and then strokes the whole length of him.

At his growl of appreciation once her other hand fondles his balls, Missandei rises a bit off him, placing her hands back on his shoulders. Squeezing her bum, he guides her center towards his shaft. Belatedly he wonder if she's ready for him, but is so green in matter of sex, that he can't do anything but thrust up into her warmth.

She lets out a small shout at his entrance; he is glad to realize she is already wet for him, and it has nothing to do with the bath water. She hugs him, mouth by his ear, and he loves hearing her moans and gasps.

It is her turn to move, pretty much taking charge by raising herself up, and slamming down. She does it again, and he moves his hands off her bum, choosing to explore her body some more.

The third time she falls on him, he thrusts back into her. A scream tumbles from her lips into his ear, and he sucks her neck. Now their rhythm is set, she'd rise from him, and he'd me her fall with thrusts.

"So close!" she whispers. He smirks to himself that he's able to last this long with her, for her. Another thrust, and she moves a hand to her core. This time, she doesn't rise off him, but grinds, rubbing herself a few times, mewling into his ear. It's making him mad with lust, he knows he close himself.

The grinding not doing it for him, he thrust up into her, and she clenches him, screaming her orgasm. One more thrust, and he's groaning his own release, spending his seed into her. A few more small thrusts later, and he's done, coming back to reality.

Missandei is still straddling him, heavily breathing, and still hugging him. He'd like to stay like this for a while longer, but the water is getting cold, most of it having sloshed onto the floor unbeknownst to them.

"Good thing we're on the first floor." He says to the air.

She giggles, and moves to look into his face. "I love you, Barristan!"

He smiles at her use of his name, and taps her nose, "I love you too, Missy."

She pouts at him; "Surely, I am worth more then my childhood nickname, grandfather?"

"Absolutely." He pats her hips, gesturing for her to stand up. He follows her, and then picks her up bridal style. "So long as you are employed by Val, however, I can never have you for myself, so you will stay 'Missy'."

She's quiet till he places her on the bed, then, "What if I came with you to Sentinel Stand?"

Sighing, he climbs in, gathering her in his arms. "Could you leave your brothers?"

"Why can't they be transferred? Why can't you be transferred closer here?"

"Are you serious about staying with me?"

"Yes."

They can work the details out later, but Bold Barristan is about to have a life-changing event. He pecks her on her lips. "I love you, Missandei."

Post Script: *I'm making begging eyes and pouting* Reviews? Pwetty Pwease?