Note: The rating on this story has changed. Full smut ahead.

They say everything it happens for a reason

He wanted to see her. As his mouth claimed her, he kept his eyes on her, reassuring himself that she was real, she was here, and she was not Cersei. Only when his tongue grazed that scar on her lip did he finally surrender.

Brienne nearly crumbled at his touch, unsure of what to do or where to move. But then his hand was in her hair urging her toward him. He tried to lean back to go slower, but she thought he was pulling away so she bravely chased his lips, deepening the kiss instead. He pushed urgently against her mouth and she pushed back, a moan rising up from her center when he suckled on her lip. Her left hand snaked up his shoulder to cradle his jaw and she felt his pulse racing beneath her hand.

His arm was bent between their bodies as he clasped her neck, and she found herself arching her back toward him, straining for more contact. The wiry tarnished golden hair on his chest teased her nipples, and she groaned into his mouth, his beard pleasantly coarse against her face. She hooked her right hand under his arm and clasped his shoulder. She wanted to feel him against her, for him to make her whole.

He wanted to get closer, to be pressed against her, body and soul. He wrapped his right arm around her, but at the touch of the cool metal she hissed and backed up. He reached for her as she pulled away, but she caught his right arm, her fingers going to the straps. She stared into his eyes, pleading with him to trust her which he acknowledged only with a breathy utterance of her name.

The straps were opened quickly, and then she hooked her nimble fingers under the stocking that protected the stump from the leather, peeling it off as she pulled the golden apparatus toward her, eyes meeting his again. She held onto him with one hand, and set the contraption down on a chair with the other. He was breathing heavily as she lowered her eyes to examine the scarring, new and old. As she cradled his arm between her breasts, the arm that no one else had held like this, the arm that Cersei had been terrified of, she touched with her fingertips the healing pink claw marks, which she'd pored over right after the battle.

He swallowed and inched the scarred wrist up to graze the deep marks at her neck, provoking a shuddering gasp. She could see that he was focused solely on the gullies left by the bear, a monogram that mirrored the wight's mark on him. Her body was humming and she was suddenly afraid to look back into his eyes.

You can be flawed enough but perfect for a person

Sensing her reticence, he lifted his wrist higher until it was resting just below her jaw where he could feel her pulse driving into the blunt end of his arm. He stared at her, willing her to lift her eyes. When she finally did, they were the deepest pools he'd ever seen, sirens demanding he dive in.

He crushed her lips, his wrist supporting her jaw while his left arm settled into the secret notch of her waist, pulling her flush against him. She moaned loudly as her breasts ground against his chest, and he took advantage of her open satisfied mouth to drive his tongue into it, moaning and grasping her bottom lip with his teeth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking her own need.

He backed up carefully, pulling her with him as he tried to navigate his way to the bed. He felt it to his left and loosened his grip on her torso, circling her middle with both arms and turning his back to the fire. She dropped both hands to his chest and he pulled away from her lips for only a moment, just enough to see her questioning glance, and then began kissing down her jaw causing her to sigh as her fingers raked his shoulders. He put his lips to her collarbone and placed his tongue flat on her scars, sucking as if he could pull the pain of those marks out of her body.

Brienne lifted her face to the ceiling and let out a high-pitched moan, her hands reaching up to dig into the hair behind both his ears and hold him there as she called his name, rooting him in her need. He thought she might come apart right there, and he instantly regretted having waited years to kiss those scars that had been calling to him for so long.

He pulled back and danced his lips back up her neck to her chin, then to her lips again. He lovingly pressed his tongue into the scar that dipped into her upper lip before pulling that lip into his mouth, drawing a whimper from the lady knight.

When he pulled back this time, they were both panting.

"I want to see you."

She kept her eyes on him and lowered her shaking hands, starting to fumble with her breeches, but he stilled her with his hand. Let me. She nodded and placed her hands behind her on the bed. He pulled languorously at the ties, teasing her, not breaking their eye contact, even as the linen pooled at her feet. He pulled her to him again, right arm around her waist, his left arm hanging down, fingers drawing lazy circles on her thigh. She shuddered, never having been touched there by anyone before.

"You're so beautiful"

"Jaime-"

"Do you trust me."

"I trust you."

He breathed deeply and reached down to her center, stroking her hidden platinum curls, searching, and finally landing on that nub of nerves that on Cersei had elicited so little feeling, but on Brienne was explosive. She trembled, and he clutched her waist. "There you are," he said with a grin. She felt like she was floating through fire.

He pushed his fingers down further, reveling in the warmth of her. Finally finding what he was looking for, he braced her back with his arm and kissed her hard as he sank a finger into her. She cried out into his mouth as he began stroking her, pushing deeper. She was impossibly warm. He hesitated only a moment before adding another finger, and her hands came up to clutch blindly at his shoulders.

He kissed down the length of her neck again, pausing at the dip between her collar bones. He kissed the top of each breast, and felt her lace one of her hands into his hair as she rocked her hips against his hand. Her legs opened subconsciously as he marched his lips down her breastbone to her stomach.

He dropped to his knees to worship her and her left hand curled around his ear, bringing his jaw up.

"Trust me," he whispered up to her. He kissed her thigh and slowly pulled his wet fingers from her, making her feel empty. He pulled her knee toward him gently, lifting her foot enough to pull the breeches from her, then did the same to her other leg.

She could feel herself melting at his touch, the fire in her belly threatening to ignite the very furnishings of the room. He looked up at her, maintaining his grip on her leg, and sat back on his heels, pulling it back with him. Nudging her thighs further apart, he scooped up her knee with his right shoulder and brought up his wrist to stroke the outside of her thigh, securing her there.

She looked down at him in confusion as she leaned against the bed, her lips swollen from his ravaging, her nipples tight peaks that he ached to taste. The hand that wasn't on his jaw was pressed against the bed for support

He breathed into her curls as he looked up at her. He'd seen her nude before, her body flushed with anger in the baths. She'd been an intriguing kind of beauty then. Now she was ethereal. "I love you, Brienne."

"Don't."

He was unfazed. "I do. I love you. Let me show you."

He kissed a line across her thigh, sliding his fingers into her again and her whole body tensed, her knee pulling him even closer. He grinned wickedly up at her half-closed eyes and nosed his way into her folds, finding her nub and whispering to it before pulling it into his mouth and then sliding his tongue lower.

Brienne was awash with new pleasure and couldn't tell when his tongue had replaced his fingers, but when he stopped stroking her lips and his tongue curled into her she threw her head back with a shout and her hands clutched anything they could find – one going to the furs, and one digging into his hair.

Sensing that she was about to come loose, he hefted her leg on his shoulder, tightening his grip, and reached up to lace his fingers, still slick, with her other hand. As she tightened her grip on his hair, he moaned into her, and she came apart screaming his name in surprise.

He lapped at her, capturing every bit of her nectar as she went limp, shaking. He flicked his tongue across her nub again and her hips bucked against him as she reached the end of her first bout with ecstacy.

Fearful that the leg she was standing on would give, he slowly lowered the other and kissed her damp curls. Her hand on his head had gone slack and was now trailing through his beard, then found his shoulder and braced herself there. She was whispering something that he couldn't hear. He kissed the inside of her wrist then, steadying himself with the hand she was still gripping, he rose to his feet. Her left hand snuck around his neck and pulled him to her.

"What was that? I've never..."

Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart

He kissed her bruised lips lightly as she clutched him and he tried to ease her back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He then lifted their joined hands and pushed them further behind her, laying her back. Her head hit the furs with a sigh that he pulled straight into his mouth as his right arm slid under her shoulder, pulling her closer. He hovered over her, one knee on the bed, anchored by his other foot on the floor.

She opened her eyes and separated her hand from his so that she could reach down and grip the band of his breeches. He felt her fingers drag down his stomach and he pulled back to watch her. She pulled her arm from his neck and moved both hands down to his belly, searching his eyes as if for permission. He dove for her mouth again, trapping her hands, and grinding his hips into her lightly.

He dropped his mouth to her neck, sucking on her pulse, stopping when she called his name again.

"Brienne. Brienne look at me."

She did.

"I am yours. All of me. You needn't ever ask." He pulled back enough that she could fumble with the ties. When he felt her start to push the linen past his hips, he pulled back and stood up to push them down to the ground. She took the opportunity to edge up the bed so that her head was against the pillow and she could watch him stalking toward her, his desire driving him forward.

He eased himself back up on the bed, kneeing her thighs apart. Lowering himself onto her frame again, she felt his cock hard on her stomach and when he kissed her, she pulled his lower lip between her teeth, showing her need.

He nipped back at her, then pulled back, positioning himself between her legs. He knew how wet she was, and that he could slide into her right now, and the power of it made him dizzy. But he stopped himself, knowing there would be no turning back from this moment.

"Brienne."

She looked at him.

"We don't have to. We can stop. Tell me to stop and I will. He swallowed. I don't want to you to regret—"

She arched up and pulled his lips down to hers.

"-People are cruel," he whispered against her lips, "I know. They'll think—I don't want them to think that I—"

She reached for him and clasped has face in her hands, looking deep into his eyes,"-Jaime Lannister, I am yours and I do not care who knows. I want all of you. And if you do not see yourself inside me soon, I will defile you myself."

He laughed into her mouth and she lifted her hips against him. He slid into her – tight, wet, easing his way in with a groan that she felt in her throat. He was inside her, stretching her, making her feel whole. He leaned back struggling to keep himself together. He lifted her knee with his hand, spreading her wider as she shifted his hips back, and thrust himself inside her again. Her hands crept to his chest as he marveled at her, pulling back gently, then thrusting again, delighting in the feeling of her nails digging into him every time their hips met. His name becoming a moan in her throat as he pushed harder, removing his hand from her knee and leaning over her on his forearms, wanting to feel her shudders.

She wrapped her leg around him pulling him deeper and her name became a broken syllable of passion on his tongue as bent down to pull a nipple between his teeth as she fisted the furs beneath her.

She pulled her other leg around him, hooking her ankles above his ass and driving him harder, compelling her own artless screams. She saw him looking at her with hunger, and she lost her rhythm as she started to tumble, and her screams became whimpers as she closed her mouth suddenly conscious of her volume. He anchored his hand in her hair and stretched his hand so that his thumb hooked her lip, pulling her mouth open and soliciting a heady moan. He dragged his thumb across her lip, shaking his head.

"Do not hide from me. Am I hurting you?"

"No," she moaned.

"Then don't hide. I want you to scream for me. I want the whole bloody north to know you're mine." He bent his head down again and nipped at her pulse, causing her tighten her grip around his waist and released the furs to clasp her hands in his hair, keeping him there as her hips ground against him wildly as she chanted his name like a sacred tattoo.

He inched his mouth up her neck until he was sucking on her earlobe. He felt himself getting lost in her, and he drove harder, mercilessly into her, chasing his release as he felt her start to clench around him. He desperately put his lips to her ear as he reached down between them with his disfigured arm.

"Come apart for me, Brienne. Come.

His wrist found her nub, ending it all.

She was ready for it this time. Her entire body shattered with release and she pulled him deeper even as she felt herself fall straight off the edge screaming his name. This time she saw stars. She was standing on the highest peak in Tarth, staring up at the moonless night, she could hear the ocean breaking on the rocks, and all the stars of the sky were shining above her as the wind combed through her hair like the fingers of a lover.

She blinked and realized that it was the fingers of her lover. And the sound of the ocean was Jaime roaring her name as he spilled deep inside of her. He collapsed his full weight onto her, his hand tangled in her hair, their bodies shaking with aftershocks. His head rested between her breasts and his mouth soundlessly formed her name over and over.

Keeping one hand in his damp hair, she lowered the other, stroking his neck, then his shoulder blades, feeling his body as slick with sweat as hers felt. Slowly, stiffly, she unhooked her ankles and stretched her legs out, feeling the backs of his legs with her heels, then dragged her feet back up until her knees were cradling his hips again.

He slowly looked up at her, placing feathery kisses across her skin as he turned. She smiled sleepily, and he slowly extracted his hand from her hair in order to prop himself up. When he shifted, she whimpered, immediately missing the weight of him on her. He bent down and kissed her sweetly as he pulled out of her, the mixture of them stealing down her thigh. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled onto his side, stroking her waist with his wrist while his hand entwined with hers. And he panicked as tears formed in her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"I feel as if…" She brought her other hand over, holding his with both of hers, the heat already beginning to fade. "I don't want to go to sleep for fear that this will not have been real. I have too many nightmares, Jaime. I can't wake up and not find you here." He leaned over and gently kissed the corner of her mouth, remembering what Bran had said.

Guiding your direction when you're riding through the dark

"The nightmares aren't real, Brienne. I am. This is. I'm not going anywhere." He released her hands, and stroked her face. With a grunt, he reached down awkwardly to yank the furs up, and draped them over her shoulders, before settling his hand against her cheek again.

"Sleep."

She smiled and kissed his palm as her eyelids drooped.

"I love you," she sighed. He grinned, his own eyelids drooping as he brushed a solitary rogue tear from her cheek.

A/N: I do not own Game of Throne or these characters; some dialogue may be taken verbatim from HBO's Game of Thrones or George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. Lyrics used are directly from "You and Me" by Alecia Moore and Dallas Green (C) 2014