A/N: I'm back with Jaime and Lorraine -and i'm finally gonna get the ball rolling with these too! Lots of movement, lots of shit happening, lots of new stuff, less thinking!

I feel like I should let you guys know that I'm thinking about taking a hiatus from both of my stories when Game of Thrones finally starts airing again so that no one gets confused with the show and also so I don't get confused. So let me know what you all think about that.

I hope you all enjoy!

Jaime

"Alright, now pull at the reigns -gently, gently."

Out of all the things Jaime thought he'd do if he ever returned to Casterly Rock, teaching a grown woman how to properly ride a horse by herself was not one of them. And even more surprisingly than the very notion of their lesson was the fact that it had come from Lorraine's own suggestion.

Every time Jaime had asked her to accompany him for a ride she had refused so often that Jaime learned to stop asking altogether. Even the mention of horses did nothing to inspire any want for an activity with them in his wife. At the beginning he thought she had just been aggressively indifferent to the idea, but as he watched her white-knuckling the reigns and yelp with every move of the mare Jaime quickly realised that it was fear that had driven her refusals. So Jaime was a little more than taken aback when she had suggested that they finally go on a ride this morning -which by now he assumed his wife was vastly coming to regret. If he was not leaving in the next two days Jaime would no doubt be teasing her about it ,but instead he chose to do something his character was very unfamiliar with -be patient.

Regardless of his wife's initial apprehension, to which he was surely sympathetic to, it was an experience he enjoyed in finally cherishing. The wind broke through their hair as they picked up speed and once they got far enough away they could see Casterly Rock in all its might against the afternoon sun. He couldn't help but compare Lorraine's hair blowing wildly in the wind to that of her horse -a horse Jaime was very proud to say he had perfectly matched to his wife. Her name was Arrow, and her name was the only brisk thing about her -really, she was the sweetest of all mares once acquainted with her new master. Even one as reluctant as Lorraine. She was not the fastest of horses nor was she the most agile, but she was strong and patient -just like his wife. He hoped his wife would realise that too if she gave it enough time.

They took their time to ride back and Jaime took that time to savour in the things around him -the trees, the ground, the cliffs, his wife, and he wondered when it had all become home to him. He was proud of it, perhaps he was even proud of himself a little bit for being open enough to come this far even though he himself would have been quick to call it weak not so long ago. But it felt nice to know that there was something real that stood behind him and for him, something that would not turn its back on him when he walked away, something that would not fall in his absence, something he could declare to all the world would be waiting for him to return.

When they finally reached the stables dusk was already beginning to settle, and his wife looked a little too unsettled. She winced slightly as he helped her down from Arrow, clearly unused to the initial discomfort of riding -it's not the first discomfort she's had to get used to between her legs, he thought as he almost let his smirk apparate before thinking twice about it. The last thing he wanted to do was discourage her from trying something new -and it didn't hurt that it was something he thoroughly enjoyed as well.

There were not many things they like to do together. He liked swordplay and training and riding horses, he did not have the same patience as Lorraine did for reading or sewing or even gardening. Jaime was adamant in making the opposing list longer. He wanted to do more than just make love to his wife, even though some days it was all he had the will for.

"Promise me you'll practice." He said tentatively, not meaning it to sound more like a question.

"Maybe." She motioned trying to feign deep thought, though Jaime was already a little sure she could be persuaded.

"Well if you ever get around to it be sure to take Benedict with you." Jaime reminded her as they began their way back into the main castle.

"Of course." She smiled simply in return, almost as if she was trying to make a child complacent.

"Oh I see...you'll say anything to keep me happy now, is that it?" He teased trying to make light of what they both knew was coming.

"Aren't you happy already?"She scribbled into her notepad as they walked.

"Perhaps, that doesn't mean there are not things that I may want for." He said in a lower tone, hoping -but also knowing full well, that his wife would catch on to his meaning.

Her reply came with a look of raised eyebrows and a suspicious smirk on her lips, she knew exactly how to play it.

"Like this." He said again with his voice even huskier than it was the last time as he gently pushed her to the wall and kissed her neck.

A moan escaped her at the contact his lips had made and he took it as a sign to push closer to her, effectively pinning her to the wall with his hips first. He traced his lips down to her collarbone and grazed his teeth slightly where it protruded -knowing very well the things it did to his wife.

Just as he had expected, her hands moved feverishly up his shoulders and reached ungraciously for his hair. His hands were everywhere except where it mattered, somehow a part of him was still awaiting some sort of permission -even though he couldn't bring himself to say that her moans were not enough.

Sensing Jaime's apprehension Lorraine moved her hands down to his manhood and though there was no physical wall against Jaime's back it was he who now felt pressed.

They had made love faster and more desperately the closer the day of his departure came, and were it not for the pain of leaving the writhing woman he was pressed against Jaime had no complaints about the turn their physical relationship had taken. He had her in their lounging area, in the garden that one time, that other one time against a rock by the beach, the caves, the library against the dusty volumes, it only made sense he would have her now in a dampened hallway. It was inevitable.

Erasing all thoughts of him taking her in many more places, Jaime refocused his attentions to his wife who had skillfully switched their standing positions and was now working his pulsating length with delectable expertise. She dropped to her knees next, and Jaime had to stop his jaw from going completely slack at the realisation of what she was attempting to do. It seems this will be an evening of many firsts. Jaime couldn't really complain.

Though the aggressive mutterings and damnations to the Gods that left him may have been mistaken for complaints if one was not viewing what Jaime was. Besides the very sensation of feeling his wife's breath on the tip of his manhood, besides the way her fingers hungrily curled at his length, the sight of her with her mouth slowly parted and his cock hanging by her face painfully awaiting some sort of release had him almost panting in anticipation. Her eyes glimmered lustfully up at him, and Jaime knew that she was aware of what she was doing to him, she was taking her time. But when she finally did bring her mouth to him, closing around the tip and stopping a moment to savour his deep sigh, it was Jaime who did not know what he was doing anymore.

He closed his eyes even though the current sight was something he didn't want to look away from, but the pleasure was too consuming that it warranted a special reaction. She lowered her head even more, patiently taking in his length inch by inch until she was quite close to the hilt but not quite there -and Jaime did not care, all he cared about was her hot, wet mouth and the things she was doing to him.

She bobbed up and down in long lascivious strokes and he placed his hand in her hair almost harshly -just the same way she did to him when he was pleasing her in much the same fashion. It wasn't until she started moaning and the delicious vibrations sent electricity up all through his body that Jaime started to think he was really in trouble.

"Mmm, don't stop." He breathed out, and she vehemently obeyed his command as well as subtly increased the pace she was working at, lightly touching the tip with her tongue with every stroke.

Everything built up in Jaime and focused towards his centre, all his surprise at where they were, all the passion he still had left to show her, all the ways in which he wanted to have her, it all came rushing to him and concentrated into one pure moment of whiteness that left him shattered. He spilled his seed into her awaiting mouth and she swallowed him whole almost expertly, it almost made Jaime wonder whether she had been practicing. Or perhaps I have just been a thorough instructor.

They settled themselves quickly, surely by now used to the performance after their recent series of impromptu couplings, and Lorraine extended her hands sweetly for him to take. He stared at her little fingers and recalled that they were one of the first things he had noticed about her when he first saw her back in Ashemark, who knew these would be mine?

Instead of grabbing the hand that she had extended he stretched his golden hand out behind her waist and grabbed her to him whilst simultaneously taking her offered hand in his golden one to place a sweet kiss on it and proceeded to whisper sinfully in her ear,

"You are full of surprises, Lorraine Lannister."

They walked back into the veins of Casterly Rock with a gloating swing in both their steps and Jaime's hand never once moved from where had placed it on his wife's hip -except for a few accidental brushes to her breasts.

They retired to the conservatory where they had made a habit of spending their dinners since the dinner hall was bare at best even with their previous visitors; to resort to it once more especially after their last awkward dinner there was an unpleasant notion that both Jaime and Lorraine did not want to repeat -not with the stakes so high to make every moment a good one.

After dinner they would lie on a love seat with his wife's head on his chest and both their feet off the ground in a hazy food-induced coma.

Jaime had to admit, this was nice. Of course, it wasn't exactly what he had pictured his life being, but he couldn't even remember what frame he had drawn up in the past for his life. Everything behind him had disappeared, not even with a memory it seemed, the only thing his old life left him with was the guilt of withholding it all from Lorraine and a missing limb. However, that guilt diminished notably whenever he would imagine the look of disgust to cross Lorraine's face at the knowledge, the same look that came to everyone's face when they knew who he was, the same look he was holding his breath for when he had first met her. With the fact now firmly established that yes, Jaime was indeed in love with his wife -a notion that many would deem unremarkable but for him was a giant leap from where he used to be, things just became more difficult to bear. She trusted him in ways he would usually warn people away from, and somehow he had to trust her too. He was trying, he truly was, but it pierced his will just a little harder to know that even if he did find it in him trust her he could never bare everything out to her so completely, never everything.

As he played with her hair gently -something he was aware she didn't exactly like but for some reason tolerated from him, she hummed soft into his chest and it made Jaime wonder why everything felt so perfect just as it might fall apart. Perhaps that's what makes it so perfect. I've always been a reckless man. He recalled with a smirk.

His fingers moved smoothly down from her hair to her neck and up to her chin with a delicate strain so she could look up at him. The way she looked up at him hit Jaime like a wave, and he came to the conclusion that whatever dwelled in him for her was like nothing he had ever felt. What he found in her eyes was home, her own contentment to being as they were, and it involuntarily brought him an unabashed want for that to continue regardless of whether he was around to witness it. The first flutterings of the realisation rippled through him fiercely and while she remained droopily looking up at him from where she lay his whole being tightened underneath her. In the next moment, just as he relaxed, his lips crashed down onto hers and she received him with no hesitation, no pauses and no questions.

Jaime slowly pulled Lorraine up so that she was eventually straddling him and they both reveled in the feel of one another's lips. He had rarely had the opportunity to revel in her so since his departure was made known, not since before she had completely let him in again, they had been rushed and feverish on all counts just to try and wordlessly fit in as many moments as they could. His hands moved from where they were firmly planted on her waist up to her dark locks and he used the position they were in to pull her head even closer to his -he did not know what he wished to achieve by this but he wanted, needed, her closeness, the need pricked at all of his nerves and his hands stopped working from his mind but from a primal and basic part inside of him.

With his eyes tightly shut and his wife torturously grinding onto his lap he shot up, moving his hands down to where her thighs met her knees to pick her up with him, and blindly tried to push her onto what ever surface was available. His blind expedition eventually led him to what his good hand identified as the dinner table and he sat Lorraine on there as his lips remained loyal to hers. What was I ever thinking? He inwardly scolded himself at the memory of the last time he had his wife pressed against a table, her violent thrashes against him and the words that fell out of her just to push him away, as that same wife currently whined against him and was blindly tugging at all his edges to get something off of him. Thinking back to their most recent encounter and how he had still cautiously awaited permission Jaime wondered whether, regardless of her forgiveness, he thought himself well and truly worthy of her? He had to. He had to feel that, at least once. It may well be the last time.

This time he awaited no permission; neither of them did. He felt her own harsh hands tear desperately at his doublet to only reveal a small patch of his shoulder that she immediately bit down on. Jaime in turn snaked his hands up harshly to her centre and tore the smallclothes that fell in the way and slid his fingers in once there was nothing impeding his path. He slid himself into her slick folds already completely sated at the sensation of being wanted so badly by her. It was a sensation he still could not get used to; being wanted by someone, being wanted by someone who was too shy to go to Lannisport on her own but never shy enough to proudly stand against the world with him and say they belonged to one another. He paced through her hard and grabbed her hips to keep him -and the table, steady. Lorraine's hands explored him in random circuits before finally landing on his backside to give her enough pull to lean back just enough so that she could look him in the eyes.

As he gazed down at those eyes of brown, a brown he would have always called plain, Jaime saw everything in them as he felt his cock move through her tight, wet sex. Jaime saw the stars and the Gods and every lit candle in prayer in those eyes that deepened with every thrust he awarded her with. Keeping a firm grip with his golden hand on one side of her hips, Jaime scrambled his good hand up to where he knew all of Lorraine's nerves were bundled up just above her centre. As he moved his fingers closely to her pleasure his wife's head tipped back at an unnatural angle and her whole body moved back onto the table -awarding him with a full view of his efforts. From that position he could see how perfectly pink and flushed her cheeks were, how her chest was beginning to pulse and sweat at their movements, how her mouth opened so tantalizingly as her delicious moans slipped out of her.

They took each other's pleasure blindly and hid nothing under the masks of lust covering them. They fell together deep into the abyss. It was a sensation he did not know how to get out of.

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Lorraine

As Jaime stilled before me when he reached his end, I held his golden head to my neck and kissed his ear, wondering briefly whether i'd miss those too. There was not a part of him I didn't want, not even his easy arrogance or his nervous ticks; I wanted all of him and it scared me to no end. Now I knew i'd accept this man no matter what mood or form he came to me in, that my conditions would fall to the ground if it meant that I would have all of him against not having him at all.

The night was as deep as the slow breaths we were taking as we regained our senses and tried to smooth down the harsh edges of ourselves that we had created. As I picked up the torn piece of linen that was once my smallclothes from the ground I looked sheepishly back at Jaime who was fumbling curiously with the flapping piece of his doublet that only held on flimsily after I had torn it off.

"I didn't know you were so strong" He teased, and I let a real smile through as I leaned in to his arm, regretting the previous moment in which I was not close to him.

I took one last look of the view we had left before we exited the room to find how dark the night had become and fully registered how tired I truly was, and that meant that I only had one more full day left with Jaime before he left.

I suppose he must have picked up on my attempts to spend more time with him; though I myself can not say that he was too unhappy about it. Jaime had been hounding me for months to go horse riding and I had been too proud to openly admit how terrified I was of riding. And it was on all counts terrifying when I first started, the sudden and unbalanced height I had, the rocking movement, the discomfort I was to gain from such movement. But as per my usual fashion I was too stubborn to admit defeat to a horse -or Jaime, and so I pushed on with our ride and was surprised to find the first inkling of familiarity at the activity as well as little peaks of enjoyment. The thought of continuing to ride -especially with Jaime not around, had sounded preposterous to me when he had first mentioned it -but then it had me thinking that it could be a nice surprise for him to return to. I felt guilty that I was trying to appease him now, thinking only of now, today, tomorrow, and not forever. I had tried to refrain from any thought or talk of the future since it was too unbearably hard to look at with such uncertainty, but I suppose riding a horse would not be too much trouble -it could give me something else to do, and i'm sure Benedict would enjoy something else to do besides walking behind me.

As we made our way closer to our rooms my ears picked up the sound of someone running from the other end and I looked up to find Jaime looking back at me in alarm. When the running feet in question approached our eye line I could feel Jaime's arm sag a little in relief -it was only Damion, but the look on the man's face was anything but reassuring. Perhaps it was because I had never seen Damion too worked up before, but the sight of his eyebrows clenched in open sweat and his mouth open and dry with alarm had winced out some alarm from myself.

"My Lord, My Lady, there's something you need to see-"

"What is it Damion?" Jaime asked, letting his anger seep through instead of his worry.

"You must see it for yourself, My Lord." He said quickly, and without another words he was running back to the direction he had previously come from and I kept my hand firmly planted in Jaime's as we both rushed after him even though I could sense Jaime's itch to send me back to our rooms seeing as the events were of a curiously alarming nature to our castellan.

We found ourselves back at the Lion's Mouth, the entrance yard, the same place I would have to let go of Jaime, and in the darkness my eyes could just make out a low horse -drooping lazily and swaying as a few stablehands tried to keep it upright. Sat on top of the dying horse was a mass, fallen and limp, covered in a dark cloak.

"My Lord, you must see who it is." I heard Damion say and in the next moment my hand was devoid of Jaime's and my eyes had to watch him approach the unkown sight before us to inspect it as Damion had said. I moved to join him but immediately felt a gloved hand hold my shoulder back gently. When did Benedict get here so soon?

And so all I could do was watch as the mass wrapped in darkness unfolded before us, in the dark I could see lashes and scratches mar skin and bony shoulders peak from under the roughspun wool covering it -but the head of golden hair was unmistakable even in the unforgiving darkness we stood under.

I kept my eyes strictly on Jaime as I found his face contorting first in confusion and then spark in recognition at the half dead boy whose face he held in his hands. It only took a moment for her to drink in his expression before he ordered Lewys and another castle guard to take the boy inside.

"Fetch Maester Creylen and see to it that he tends to the boy. Go, now!" He yelled crankily at Damion and he made his way to me with a rush in his step.

I waited for him to explain what was happening, who the boy was and why he was there, but Jaime did nothing but pace around me with his hands in his air. He opened his mouth once to speak and my fried wits frayed in anticipation, but nothing came as he settled back in confusion once more. Not able to take his falterings any longer, I moved to face him and placed my hands firmly on his upper arms, my eyes asking a question that did not need asking.

"It's...It's Tyrek." Who was Tyrek? The confusion in my eyes must have given me away.

"He was -is, my cousin. He...He went missing during a riot in King's Landing. We never found his body...we thought he was dead...I didn't believe it but it..it's him, Lorraine."

I turned my head swiftly at the blood left on the courtyard by the dying horse and wondered what miracle of all miracles had led the lost boy to our very doorstep. Although, looking back at the blanched face of my husband, I could not make out whether or not this was good news or not.

We stood with my arms about him and his body still, so still in the night air. Things had changed once again before they were even due to, and only the Gods knew what this would bring us all.

Let me know what you think about this new revelation!