Author's Note: GD she THICC. Sorry for the confusion last chapter. Hopefully, this monster of a chapter makes up for it? Enjoy! Rated M (IYKYK)
Milah questioned her mother all the way up to her chambers but Catia wasn't alluding to anything, making the journey very tiresome and a bit frustrating.
"I don't understand why you can't just give me a hint," Milah said as her mother pushed her into her bedroom and closed the doors behind her.
"You've always been my inquisitive one. The triplets don't question me nearly as much as you have. Sit." She commanded, pointing to the bench seat near her dining table.
"Close your eyes."
"Mother, I hardly think this is-"
"Close them." She commanded again, harshly. Milah stifled a laugh and did as she was told, folding her hands in her lap. Milah was about to protest once more when fabric was dropped in her lap and her mother commanded her to open her eyes. Milah's mouth fell open at the rich ruby fabric that laid in her lap, gold applique adoring bits and pieces of it.
"I sent for it the day after you left. I had it made with respect to Elia's gown and my own." Milah's eyes welled with tears and she pushed the bottom of the dress off of her lap and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, holding her tightly.
"Thank you." She muttered, letting a few tears fall. Catia chuckled and held her daughter closely.
"Of course, my love." Milah pulled back and pressed her lips together, finding the power to say the words.
"Mother..I..I'm scared." She said, making her mother furrow her brow.
"Oh, my beauty, whatever for?" She asked, concerned.
"Being...disappointing."
"Love, who could ever be disappointed in you?" Her mother chuckled at her silliness.
"You...Father...Jaime..." Catia frowned and took her daughter's hands in her own and held them tightly before she could finish that list.
"I will hear no more of this. You are marrying Jaime Lannister tomorrow. You are going to be the Lady of Casterly Rock." Milah shook her head clear of her thoughts that ran to the auburn-haired brooding man that she cared for.
"You're right..." Catia brushed a dark curl behind her girl's ear and winked.
"I can't remember a time I was wrong, little bird." Milah smiled at her mother and gave her hand a squeeze.
"I wrote to Dorne...I've heard no word..." She trailed off, hoping her mother wouldn't be angry about her announcement to her uncles.
"Don't fret, love. Tomorrow will be a joyous occasion regardless. You are going to make the most beautiful bride in all the Seven Kingdoms." Catia said, pressing a kiss to the top of Milah's head. Her mother was right. Tomorrow, while a bit frightening would be exciting all the same. She would finally be free of this stone prison and do as she pleased along the rocks. She might actually start feeling like herself again.
Milah said her goodnights to her family after supper and allowed Mariela to prepare her for bed. It would be one of the last nights she would spend in this room and she couldn't seem to shake it. She laid in the darkness, the only illumination coming from a small candle by her bed. She stared at the canopy for hours, tossing and turning, trying to ease her mind. She needed a good night's rest, without it, she would look horrifying come morning. She knew that. Milah just couldn't seem to force sleep. Her heart leaped in her chest as something hit the floor across the room, clanging as it went. Milah sat straight up and looked to the noise, seeing a large figure crouched near the opening to her balcony. Milah reached for her nightstand, taking the letter opener and holding it close to her chest. She couldn't find her voice, she couldn't scream. All she could do was clasp a hand over her mouth as the figure came near her bed, moving cautiously in the darkness. As the large figure came closer, nearing the foot of her bed, Milah swiped at the air in the direction of the shadow, trying to cut at it with the blade in her hand. As she did a hand clamped down around her wrist, making her drop the blade. Just as she began to protest, her screams were muffled by another hand coming over her mouth, silencing her. She batted against the figure, pushing and shoving as hard as she could as it tried to hold her close.
"Hush, I'm not going to hurt you." A familiar voice whispered to her and she stopped her thrashing, pulling back and allowing her eyes to adjust, seeing a familiar glimmering blue staring back at her.
"What are you doing here?! You can't be here!" She protested in a hushed tone.
"What would you have me do? Sit around and do nothing while you marry that vile Lannister-"
"That vile Lannister is to be my husband and I won't hear you speak ill of him." He frowned and his grip on her loosened.
"You love him." Milah shook her head and she adjusted her hands around his.
"I do not...not yet. What am I to do? Run away with you back to Winterfell?" She asked rhetorically, her face shocked when he looked to be considering the idea. Milah's jaw dropped and she smacked the Lord across his face.
"Robb, don't make this harder than it has to be." She whispered, avoiding his eyes and releasing his hands only for him to grab them again.
"Milah, please. I love you. Tell me you don't feel the same." Milah pulled her hands back to her lap and avoided his eyes.
"I think it best you leave." She whispered, pushing herself from her sheets and gesturing to the door. Robb sighed as he stood and followed her lead, trying to catch her eye. Milah grabbed the door handle and carefully pulled it open so it didn't make a sound, leaving an opening just wide enough for Robb to sneak out. Robb looked to her once more as he left the room, his body between the door and the frame.
"Milah-" She silenced him with a kiss, her hand coming up to hold his neck.
"Robb...Please." She begged, closing her door on him, pressing her back to the wood and sinking down to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them to her, hugging them to her chest as she calmed her nerves. That was the last thing she needed at this moment. Milah had finally gotten rid of this feeling of guilt and all it had taken was a singular visit from Robb to unravel her. She had managed to crawl her way back into her bed after a few minutes of contemplation. She pulled the covers up to her chin, tucking them under and snuggling deep into the pillow to try and get some resemblance of sleep.
Hearing Mariela come in and begin her bath made Milah cringe. She was supposed to be excited to get ready for her wedding day but due to the previous events of the night, she was wary and anxious.
"Lady Gale, I've run a bath for you." Mariela cooed in her attempt to stir Milah awake. She threw her covers from her body and stepped out of her nightgown to step into the tub. Milah gestured for the wine across the room, feeling the need to begin a little earlier than usual. Mariela poured her a glass and handed it to the raven-haired beauty.
"Mariela...please send for my mother." She said coldly, sending her maid out of the room to fetch her mother. Milah took a large gulp of the wine and shivered before setting it down on the tray next to her and sinking back into the basin.
"Happy wedding day my love, oh, Milah!" Catia called, rushing into the room to see Milah wasn't sunk deep into the basin but simply resting and relaxing a bit.
"Come on out of there." She commanded, holding up a robe for her to slink into. Milah took note of her mother's glittering dark blue gown for the festivities. It made her skin glow and it made Milah envious.
"You should be glowing, little bird." Her mother cooed, setting her down at her looking glass and pulling her dark locks back to style them. Milah smiled at her mother in the reflection and cleared her throat.
"I'm excited." She said with a sad smile, trying to push back the events of the night before.
"I'm sure. Mariela, hang up that dress." Catia commanded as she began pulling curls up and pinning them. Milah took this time to look at herself and really look at herself. She would be happy with Jaime. She would do her best to be happy with him and that was the end of that. She pushed the thoughts of Robb from her mind and allowed them to wander to golden locks and green eyes.
"I've always hated that Southern style of hair. It never suited your wild curls anyways." Catia stated, finishing up pinning half of the tresses back. She latched onto her daughter's shoulders and smiled at her reflection.
"You're a vision, my love." She smiled, brushing back a few hairs into place. Milah took a deep breath and stood, ready to attack the rest of the day. It wouldn't be perfect, that much was certain, but she would enjoy it nonetheless. Milah took a final look at the glistening ruby fabric that hung before she slipped into it with the help of her mother. When she caught a look at herself in the glass she gasped. All that was missing was the yellow hair and she would have been a spitting image of a Lannister. Milah took a deep breath and placed a hand on her stomach, turning to admire the rest of her gown.
"He isn't going to be able to keep his eyes off of you," Catia predicted, squeezing her daughters shoulders before escorting her out of the room and down to the carriage that was to take her away to the Sept. Milah found it a bit difficult to keep up with her mother and the handmaids that yanked her through the castle and into the carriage but once she was in, she found herself daydreaming out the window. She thought of Casterly Rock and spending her time as she pleased. The idea brought a smile to her face until the idea of bearing children rushed through her mind.
"Nervous?" Catia asked, lacing her hand with her daughter's. Milah smiled and nodded quickly. Catia patted the top of Milah's hand and brought the back of it to her lips.
"I was too. You have nothing to worry about, my love. I promise." Catia said as the caravan stopped in its tracks at the top of the Sept's steps.
"Milah," Catia muttered as Milah latched onto her arm to walk with her mother to where Stefan stood outside th Sept. Milah looked to her mother with wide eyes and Catia chuckled.
"I am so proud of you," Catia said, pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead and leaving her with her father. Stefan looked down at his daughter that was clad in red in awe.
"Are you ready, love?" He asked as the bells rang out. Milah took a deep breath and tried to push back her urge to run away. She looked up at the blue eyes that matched her own and nodded, leaning up and pressing a kiss to her father's cheek as the door opened up to reveal more people than Milah had ever met. She looked from either side of the crowd, seeing her family, the Lannisters and a select Baratheons until her eyes landed on the man that stood at the front of the crowd. Jaime was cloaked in white and gold with red thrown in here and there on his tunic. Milah felt her breath catch when she saw him and she didn't feel angry with herself. She smiled as her father pressed a kiss to the side of her head and left her next to the Kingslayer.
"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." said the High Septon, prompting Jaime to unfold the cloak in his hands that was past down for generations and finally down to him. Milah turned her back to him, holding her hands together in front of her as he draped the fabric around her shoulders. She turned back to the Septon as he cleared his throat, addressing the court.
"Your Grace," He addressed Robert before turning to the crowd.
"My Lords, My Ladies, We stand here in the sight of Gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart and so now and forever." He said, tying Jaime and Milah's hands together.
"Let it be known that Milah of the House Gale and Jaime of House Lannister are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for all eternity. Look upon one another and say the words." Milah turned, looking to Jaime for the first time that day and seeing a slight smile on his face as they said the words together.
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger."
"I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,"
"I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." The two said at the same time. Jaime glanced to the Septon who nodded and he cleared his throat, finding the courage to continue the ceremony. He reached out, his hand resting on her outside hip, pulling her close while the other pulled her chin up to look at him.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love." He said just above a whisper, leaning down and capturing her lips with his own in a short kiss. Milah smiled into his lips, feeling his mouth do the same just as they pulled apart and headed back down the aisle to the outside of the Sept. Jaime reached for his bride to help her onto his horse to find that when left to her own devices, she was more than capable of doing it herself. Jaime smirked and pulled himself up behind her, pressing a kiss to her temple before leading the beast back to The Red Keep.
The garden was draped in reds and golds a few accents of blue and silver tossed about. It wasn't the grandest display but it was certainly larger and more decorated than Cerion's wedding. Jaime swung off his steed and held his arms up to Milah, making her roll her eyes and humor him. Milah placed her hands on his shoulders and allowed him to guide her down, her eyes never leaving his.
"Your sister still feeling unwell?" She inquired, taking note of the fact Cersei was nowhere to be seen. Jaime cleared his throat as he pulled out her chair for her.
"Ah, I'm afraid so. But don't cloud your mind with thoughts of Cersei." He mumbled into her hair as her family sat. Jaime couldn't take his eyes off of her ever since she stepped foot into the Sept. from her red gown to her smirk to her hooded bedroom eyes, all Jaime could think about was whisking her away from the madness to get a moment alone with his wife.
His wife.
He had never used the word or thought of it until now. Milah Gale was now Milah Lannister, Lady of Casterly Rock. He promised himself that he wouldn't allow Cersei to get under his skin. He knew how she felt when he mentioned Milah. It was like stabbing her, twisting a knife deep into her heart with every mention of Milan's beauty, of her wit, and not to mention how well she treated the children. Jaime looked upon his little bride thoughtfully. She was a vision, that much was true. The way she threw her head back in laughter, exposing her neck, drove him mad. The way her eyes danced at the sight of her siblings running about made him smile. She would be a good- no, a great mother. He never let his gaze drift from her, always keeping her close to him, always touching. He knew as soon as the Stark boy had arrived that he would need to lay claim on his bride. Milah wouldn't take kindly to the notion, that much he knew, but Jaime kept his head high, making eye contact with the boy every so often during the feast whether he was caressing her shoulder with his thumb, pressing a chaste kiss to her bare shoulder or catching her attention by simply saying her name or lightly brushing against her thigh. Jaime found himself to be a possessive man and when it came to Milah, the entire kingdom would know who she belonged to, he would make sure of that.
The raunchy jokes and jests from King Robert and others within the court made Milah feel a bit uneasy and luckily for her, Jaime took note, tracing circles on her upper neck in an attempt to relax her.
"I feel like we haven't spoken at all" He mumbled to her, brushing a few loose curls behind her ear and kissing her temple lightly.
"It's because we haven't" she stated plainly, reaching for the wine in front of her.
"Have I mentioned how ravishing you look?" He charmed in an attempt to ease her mind. Milah chuckled at his best and leaned over, pecking his cheek.
"You haven't...but thank you for noticing" She teased, making Jaime clear his throat as he felt his face become red. He knew Milah had a sharp tongue but for some reason, today, he felt...nervous. It was an odd sensation for him. He glanced to where his father sat and to his surprise, Tywin had a satisfied grin on his face. Well, if you could call it a grin. Jaime couldn't recall the last time he saw genuine joy on his father's face rather than smugness.
The night drew nearer and the impending bedding ceremony was all that Milah could think of. She had some wine in order to calm herself but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling. Jaime helped with his light touches and caresses. She welcomed the contact, leaning into the warmth and comfort he brought. If she sat any closer, she would have ended up in his lap. Milah glanced across the tables to King Robert who was occupied with one of the maids serving wine. She let out a shallow breath in relief. If Robert was occupied, it meant she had more time to mentally prepare herself. She didn't usually feel this way. Milah was fearless when it came to most things, it was how she was raised, but the idea of laying with a man scared her more than any journey or physical challenge. It wasn't that she didn't have offers or was curious about it. She had stowed away on a trip Cerion had taken with Robb, Theon, and Jon to a whorehouse just outside of Winterfell but all that led to was an unfortunate peek at what Theon looked like naked and a scolding from her mother when she got back. That was the extent of her knowledge. She took another sip of wine from her goblet and tensed when she felt Jaime's fingers caress the back of her neck lightly.
"Relax." He murmured into her ear before placing a light kiss there.
"That seems to be impossible, I'm afraid." She chuckled out nervously, setting the cup back down and trying to relax into the touch.
"You have no need to be nervous." He prodded, his thumb rubbing small circles on the nape of her neck.
"I'm not nervous." She lied, avoiding his eyes that had a way of looking deep into her mind.
"Lying to your husband already...and we haven't even been married an entire day." Jaime teased, bringing a smile to Milah's face but he could still tell she was wary of what was to come. Jaime brought his hand from around her neck and latched onto her hand, bringing the palm of it to his lips. His eyes said everything that his lips didn't and Milah finally felt a little more at peace as he laced their hands together. Milah found herself content for the moment until King Robert staggered to his feet and clasped his hands together loudly, his booming voice following.
"The bedding!" If Milah had any liquid in her mouth, she would have choked on it. She found herself looking to Jaime as men from all around approached the table. Jaime gave her hand a small squeeze as the women came around for him, ready to paw at the Kingslayer. To her surprise, the men were gentle at pulling her to her feet and throwing her high above them to take her to Jaime's chambers. Once hoisted onto someone's shoulders, the rough pawing and snatching began. Milah yelped as her underskirts were ripped off and hands roamed all over her body, grabbing at every inch of her. The last thing she saw before disappearing into the hall was Jaime's doublet being tossed aside and him being shoved in the opposite hall direction. As much as she wanted to knock the men that held onto her unconscious, she knew that tradition meant more. If her mother could do it, so could she, Milah surmised. Once they hit the stairs, Milah was placed on the ground and her bodice was ripped open, leaving her in her dressing gown that left little to the imagination. Milah took this as an opportunity to rush up the stone steps and free herself of the incessant grabbing and groping. Unfortunately, as soon as she reached the top of the steps, her arms were pulled behind her back and the unwanted caressing and taunts continued.
"Doesn't seem fair the Kingslayer gets all the glory and the Flower of the North, aye lads?" One growled as hands slid down her backside, grazing her most private areas. Milah struggled against the men that held her only feeling relief when she caught sight of the glow from Jaime's chambers, indicating that he had returned before her. The consistent grabbing continued until she was pushed forcefully into the room, stumbling in on several women pulling at the lacing that held up Jaime's trousers. Milah's eyes screamed at the Kingslayer whose eyes immediately glared daggers at the men that yanked at the straps of her chemise.
"I do believe I can take it from here." He said sternly, pulling the women off him and making the men laugh loudly and make a few more jokes and jests at Milah's expense. She sighed out of relief as the door slammed behind her, leaving her alone and half-naked with Jaime. She looked up from her feet and finally got a good look at her new husband. He was disheveled from all the handling, his shirt draped over the back of a chair, one boot near the door, the other nowhere to be seen, his hair was out of place and he looked exhausted. The first thing she noticed was the scars that adorned his chest and torso. Every single one earned from a lifetime of combat. Her eyes drifted lower to where the women were pulling at his laces, making his trousers rest low around his hips.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?" He inquired as he approached her and snaked his hand up to the side of her face. Milah cleared her throat and averted her eyes from his torso to his eyes and shook her head as his thumb caressed her cheek. He dipped his head to capture her lips, bringing his body close to her own only for Milah to press her fingertips to his abdomen to leave a safe distance. She felt him frown into the kiss at her contact and pulled back.
"I know you're scared. You don't have to be fearless all the time, love." He reasoned. Milah's stomach was knotted so tight it radiated up through her chest. She couldn't find the words out of fear for the first time in her life. He pulled her chin up and she turned her face away, making his lips hit her neck.
"It isn't that, it's-" She pushed back on his body lightly and Jaime staggered backward, a confused smirk on his face. He loved the way she got flustered when she was frustrated. Milah bit her bottom lip and pulled at the pin in her hair, releasing her curls as she looked at him, making Jaime chuckle at her bewilderment.
"What in the wo-"
"It's all just very overwhelming." She spat out. Jaime nodded in understanding and closed the gap between them once more, taking both of her hands in his and dragging them up his body to the back of his neck.
"Slowly then." He said, pressing a kiss to her forehead that made her release a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Jaime couldn't begin to imagine what would be more overwhelming for his new bride, undressing in front of him or him undressing in front of her. Milah nodded, trying to swallow down the lump in her throat. Jaime brushed back the loose hair that had fallen, exposing her neck. He traced light circles on her hip, eliciting a gasp from Milah just as his lips brushed her neck. Jaime smiled at her body relaxing into his touch and felt himself becoming bolder with his actions. He nipped lightly at her neck, testing the waters to see how she would respond. Milah's grip tightened on his neck and her fingers became lost in his hair, tugging lightly when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below her jaw. Jaime left a trail of light kisses down her neck to her shoulder where he pulled at one of the straps that kept her together. He glanced away from his handiwork to see Milah's eyes closed and a blissful smile playing about her lips. Milah tugged at the back of Jaime's neck, bringing him back to her, kissing him roughly. Jaime groaned in surprise, kissing her back with equal force as she pawed at the other strap of her chemise, allowing the fabric to fall and pool at her feet. She pulled from Jaime, breathless as she rested her forehead on his. She blushed a deep red as his eyes drifted from hers to her now exposed body. His fingers trailed up her sides to the outside of her breasts, lightly thumbing over her already peaked buds, making her shiver. Jaime dropped his hands down below her waist, cupping her backside and hoisting her to his waist, making her gasp. Milah saw a different side to Jaime as he laid her down on the bed, his eyes almost animalistic as he pushed her legs apart to stand between them.
This is exactly how he had always imagined her, splayed out for him, her dark tresses fanned out as she looked up at him with those big wanton eyes. He was amazed at how unapologetic she was. Never once did she try and cover herself. She fully and willingly exposed herself and left herself completely vulnerable to him. All of her was his for the taking, no questions asked, no qualms, no conditions. Milah frowned at the face Jaime was making as he was lost in his own thoughts.
"What?" He shook his head and smirked as he cocked his head to the side, still admiring the beauty beneath him.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Jaime muttered as he pulled at the laces on his trousers to pull them off and toss them aside. He watched her eyes quickly glance down at his length then back to his eyes as if embarrassed. Jaime pushed one knee into the bed, between her legs and hovered over her as she pushed herself back, further onto the bed so her legs would not dangle off the edge. He lowered himself onto her, holding himself up with his forearm as to not rest his full weight on her small form. Milah surprised the urge to yelp out of surprise as his member rested on her inner thigh. She controlled her breathing as she ran her fingers through his hair, playing with it as she relaxed into his touch once more. He captured her lips once more, this time asking for entrance while he dragged his fingertips up her thigh. Milah found herself enjoying the contact, being so bold as to bite the Lord's bottom lip playfully, making the man above her groan and roll her body over so she hovered over him. Milah pushed her palms into his chest, aiding her in sitting up and straddling Jaime's waist. Jaime looked up at Milah and smiled at the vision before him. His hands rested at her hips as she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her flushed face.
"Jaime..I'm not sure how..."
"Do you trust me?" He questioned, dragging his hand from her hip to her backside, cupping and pulling her up to hover just above his pelvis. Milah looked down at him inquisitively but nodded her head slowly.
"Yes." She answered as he brought his hand back around and pushed his fingers up into her heat, curling them ever so slightly. Milah let out a gasp accompanied by a slight moan as she sank down onto his hand. Jaime smiled devilishly as he felt how wet she had become. The melodic sounds she made were only muffled by Jaime sitting up to bring his mouth to hers again. He felt her hum against his lips with every curl and pump of his fingers. Milah pulled back from his mouth to catch her breath, holding herself to him. Her deep breathing in his ear made Jaime writhe beneath her, biting her shoulder to stifle a deep groan. Milah had only heard of the pain that came from laying with a man. No one had ever mentioned the waves of rippling pleasure that came with their touch or the ecstasy of hearing how much a man desire you. Jaime's satisfied grin only grew wider as Milah began rocking against his hand. This was the confirmation he needed in knowing she desired him as much as he desired her at this very moment. He withdrew his fingers from her just as another moan escaped her lips immediately followed by a whine that drove Jaime mad. He captured her chin with his thumb and forefinger, pressing his mouth to her frowning one.
"Patience, my little bride, patience." He chastised and pulled her in for another kiss. Milah smacked his hand away from her wet center, only making him hold her more roughly.
"You dare deny your husband?" He questioned. As the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted it, hoping that she wouldn't take offense at his teasing at such an intimate moment. Milah reached down between his thighs in a moment of bravery and firmly gripped him, making Jaime groan inwardly.
"Never." She jested, biting her lip and taking the plunge as she lowered herself onto Jaime quickly and completely. Milah bit back a yelp as Jaime pulled her close, allowing her to bite down on his shoulder as she adjusted to him, wiggling as she did so. Jaime plunged his hand into her dark tresses and gripped down to pull her head back, exposing the front of her throat and her beautiful flushed face. He kept himself still, waiting for her to relax and make the first move. The last thing he wanted was for this experience to be a regretful one. Judging by the wicked smile on Milah's face when he tugged her hair back, she would quickly turn into a little minx. She braced herself on his shoulders and began rocking her hips slowly, a gasp echoing out from her with every movement she made and it was music to Jaime's ears. After a beat, Jaime began to match her with calculated thrusts that made Milah dig her nails into his broad shoulders.
"Jaime." She gasped after a particularly hard thrust and Jaime held onto her tighter, his fingers digging into her upper thighs. He buried his face into her neck and placed several heated kisses there.
"Say it again." He begged as his pace quickened, the motivation being her sweet cries.
"Gods, Jaime!" She cried out again, doing her best to meet his forceful thrusts. His shallow breathing in her ear would be her undoing as he held her tighter just as her walls tightened around him and she cried out, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as she came down from her high. She felt Jaime become erratic under her and she could sense he was close. She was overwhelmed from all of the excess stimulation but not wanting to disappoint her new husband, she held onto him, coaxing him to the edge with the rolling of her hips. He met his own end and slowed his pace as he spilled into Milah with a final groan. Jaime collapsed backward, bringing his little wife with him to lay across his chest, wide-eyed at the sensation she had just had. Jaime chuckled at her and brushed the hair back from her sweat-slick forehead before pressing his lips to it. Jaime groaned as he withdrew from her and rolled them onto their sides. Milah smiled at him thoughtfully as she brushed his blonde locks from his face and traced her fingers down his face only for Jaime to snag her hand and bring her fingers to his lips to place several kisses upon them.
"Are you satisfied, my little wife?" Jaime asked as he held her body to his, grabbing her leg to pull it up over his waist to hold them closer together.
"Immensely. I can't wait for you to ravish me again." She smiled wickedly and leaned up to peck his lips. Jaime groaned before chuckling thoughtfully and stared at the glowing beauty before him.
"I've created a damn monster." He teased, earning him a bat at his chest from his frowning bride.
"Oh, I'm only joking," He protested as he hovered over her and pulled a sheet to cover them.
"Anything in my power to give you, you will have." He promised, kissing the palm of her hand.
"Anything?" She asked.
"Anything."