Gerald had left on his journey planning to be gone three months, but three months turned into six, and Jaime found himself hoping against his better morals that he'd decide to stay in the Tiering Islands for good, leaving his wife and child in Jaime's care.
The days were long on the Sapphire isles, and the weather mild and sunny.
Three months after Gerald left for the isles, they went riding with little Jaime strapped to Brienne's chest, Brienne wearing breeches that showcased her wide hips and pear shaped ass, and Jaime wondered how he ever thought her masculine, if she had been more so before she'd become a mother or if he'd been blinded by the armor or his feelings for his sister or his own stupidity.
She wore a loose tunic so that she could nurse the babe, and her breasts sat high on her chest. Every so often the wind would blow the tunic up and he could see the soft swell of her belly, just above the navel where she still kept a muscular structure, and in the cool breeze he still felt hot, his cock hard against his saddle. He shifted on the horse, and Brienne looked over at him.
"Forgotten how to ride a horse, Kingslayer?" She teased.
Later, while little Jaime lie dozing on a blanket, they lie in the grass and Brienne let him kiss her for hours, let him explore her mouth with his tongue, her soft lips, let him put his hands on her, skimming over the muscles above her navel, the swell of her stomach below, the dip in at her waist, her hip. He braced his gold hand on the ground, although it spread a hot ache through his stump, so that he could grip her right breast in his good hand, feel it's heavy milk weight, and he leaned his head down to grasp her nipple between his teeth.
When he did, she arched beneath him, and they were almost exactly the same height, so her sex arched into his throbbing cock and he thought he might come in his pants.
"Stop," she said, and he did, always did, although every nerve end in his body was on fire for her, wanting more, wanting inside her, and he realized the babe had begun to fuss in his sleep.
Brienne had flushed red all the way down between her breasts, and he wanted to kiss the trail of embarrassment.
She leaned against a nearby tree and nursed the baby, watching Jaime with her warrior blue eyes.
"What is this?" She asked, her voice low, almost humming.
"This?" Jaime was surprised. She'd let him kiss her once more, a month ago, right after she'd bested him in sparring, and he'd grabbed her as she helped him up and pulled her to him. He liked how she was his height, close enough that he didn't have to lean down to kiss her, that her mouth was right on his.
"A dalliance? A good time before you return home to Kingslanding? To.."
"to Cersei?" He finished for her, and her eyes flashed. She looked away from him, down at her son, who had begun to drowse off again.
He scoffed at the idea. Cersei? Cold blooded Cersei after this? After this flushed red, all curves, her mouth sweet like well water, curves to trace with his hands and his body instead of straight lines, warrior blue eyes instead of ice manipulation...
"Don't you know, Brienne?" He asked, teasing her a little, but his tone serious, low.
She only looked at him for a moment, warrior blue eyes flashing, as if ready to defend herself, as if she were holding Oathkeeper.
"What, you're saying you fancy me or something?" She asked, her tone incredulous, as if this were an idea that she had never even begun to imagine.
"Quite a bit more than that," Jaime responded, his heart beating fast, and he didn't know why he was telling her this, why he couldn't help but tell her, but he thought it might be something to do with the way she seemed to be afraid she might need defense, as if he might tell her it was some big joke.
"Seems I've fallen in love with the Princess of Tarth."