Finally Jaime/Ashara Dayne one-shot.

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"Are you going to jump?" Jaime quipped, looking at the brown-haired girl in green dress, who was bending over the stony railing of the balcony. She quickly turned around and faced him wide-eyed. Her violet eyes were pretty. Jaime closed on her with hands clasped behind his back, she tightened her grip on the railing. "Don't worry, I won't push you." He smirked.

"I-I didn't want to jump." Her voice shook a little, then she frowned. "What are you doing here, Lord Lannister? Shouldn't you be at the feast?"

"I don't really like feasts." Jaime shrugged, eyeing her up and down. Ashara Dayne was indeed a beautiful woman. "And why aren't you at the feast, Lady Dayne?"

"I don't really like crowded places, Lord Lannister." Ashara cocked her head to the side, examining him. "You're a weird man if you don't like feasts. Wine or wantons don't appeal to you?"

"Wine's good, but I've drank better, and whores? I can have high-born ladies in my bed." Jaime sent her a triumphant smile while she flushed. "Are you excited about the tourney, my lady?"

"I'm not into tourneys." Ashara wrinkled her nose.

"And pray to tell me why?" Jaime raised his eyebrow. "Almost every lady I know likes it. The glory, chivalry, dancing, handsome knights, potential husbands."

"Well, the last tourney I've attended ended in a war and those things which you named hold no interest in me." Ashara waved her hand, a small smile appeared on her face. "But perhaps handsome knights aren't that bad."

"And potential husbands?" Jaime started liking her. Ashara wasn't like other ladies dangling at his neck and beginning for his attention.

"It seems every fine and handsome man is already married, Ser Jaime." Ashara sighed dramatically drawing a grin on Jaime's face.

"Ouch, that stung. I am still a free man, Lady Dayne." Jaime gasped, putting a hand on his heart. "Don't you think me handsome and proper?"

"Hmmm." Ashara put her index finger on her chin, appearing deep in thoughts. With a small smile she said. "As a matter of fact you're not that ugly and I like your sense of humour, my lord."

"I feel so relieved knowing that I'm not that ugly." Jaime smirked and Ashara laughed gently, a light wind tousled her brown, long hair.

Jaime decided Ashara was lovely. She was so different from Cersei, yet it was the reason why he found her attractive. She had doe-eyed look, striking violet eyes with long eyelashes. Her nose was covered in small freckles, her rosy lips were plump and kissable. Her hair were wavy and brown falling to her waist. Ashara was tall, but not as tall as his sister. Her clinging green dress gave him a good view of her slender body. No wonder, Ser Barristan Selmy was charmed by her beauty.

A light blush appeared on her face while Jaime was sizing her up. Silence fell between them and they just stared at each other, all the same they both felt comfortable with it. It was almost a year since the rebellion and King Rhaegar Targaryen threw a tourney because of it and in honour of his son, Prince Jaehaerys and wife Queen Lyanna. There was finally a peace in the Seven Kingdoms. For killing Aerys, Jaime was pardoned, but he had to quit the Kingsguard. Taking down the white cloak wasn't as bad as Jaime thought it would be. He actually got over it, he understood now that he was rather a toy and a hostage of Aerys than a true knight protecting the king. His father Tywin was extremely pleased with Rhaegar's decision to give his son back as a heir of Casterly Rock.

When Jaime first came back home, he felt… lost. He was called Kingslayer, he was a traitor in some people's eyes. Rhaegar Targaryen didn't look at him like that, the King understood why Jaime did what he did. His sworn brothers were disappointed in him, but he didn't care much about it or rather he liked to think he didn't care. It still stung that he saved the capital, but no one even knew about it but he wasn't a wailing misunderstood war hero. Jaime was bitter and loathed people who called him a Kingslayer, but life wasn't fair.

Jaime was left with nothing. Without his white cloak and without Cersei. Yet his love for his twin sister turned into indifference now. Perhaps he needed some time and solitude to understand that he didn't need Cersei anymore. He could live without her. She was toxic and was only using him if she wanted something. Jaime joined the Kingsguard because Cersei wanted it, not him. Tyrion once said that Jaime was completely different without their sister. And perhaps he was right.

When Jaime first saw Cersei in King's Landing yesterday, first there was a bitter taste in his mouth, but later he felt nothing. She had her own family now, she wasn't his anymore, she was bloody Eddard Stark's wife and the mother of his son, Robb Stark. Jaime could see that the child changed her. Cersei became tender, something he had never seen before. Towards him she was never like that. When she looked at her husband there was… curiosity and pride that the war hero was her husband, with Jaime she was lustful and there was almost madness in her eyes. Things change as well as the people.

Jaime made up his mind within seconds. He extended his arm to Ashara and asked with a charming voice.

"Would you do me the honour of dancing with me, Lady Dayne?"

She looked at him surprised, but quickly composed her features and smiled at him cheerfully.

"I'd love to, Ser Jaime."

They spent the whole evening in their company dancing, laughing and drinking and Jaime hadn't felt as relaxed as he was right now in such a long time. Ashara was funny and smartmouth and he wanted to spend more time with her. When he escorted her to her bedchamber, both slightly tipsy, Jaime fought back the urge to kiss her. Ashara looked so invitingly with her bright smile and sparkling eyes and of course with that strap of her dress which was constantly slipping off her shoulder, giving him a good view of her collarbone and the top of her breast. She wasn't even aware how it affected him or other men around her. Ashara Dayne would be his downfall.

The next day he found her standing aloof from the crowd. The jousting began and Jaime would take part too, but he was at the far end on the list. Ashara smiled at him perkily and he joined her in her observation of people.

"Did you know that Robert Baratheon is getting married?" Ashara murmured.

"Never heard that before." Jaime learnt that Ashara liked gossiping. She apparently spent too much time in King's Landing as Queen Lyanna's lady-in-waiting.

"He got Lady Amarissa Dondarrion pregnant and her father insisted on them getting married." Ashara shook her head. "I pity her."

"Why?" Jaime frowned. This Dondarrion girl should be overjoyed to marry into House Baratheon.

"Everyone knows how Robert is. He sleeps with everything what has a pair of breasts and a slot between legs."

"Nice way to put it." Jaime laughed loudly and Ashara blushed despite her grin. She was amusing for Jaime.

"I like you, you know, Ser Jaime." Ashara said bluntly and flush on her face deepened. "Around you I feel like I can be myself. I can say such an absurd thing and you won't put me down but laugh along with me. I don't need to act ladylike and you won't criticize me. I'm glad you bumped into me that night at the balcony."

Jaime couldn't stop grinning. Did Ashara just unknowingly admit that she liked him? Or was it on purpose?

"And I'm glad, too that I've saved a certain violet-eyed girl from jumping from the Red Keep." Jaime joked and Ashara slapped his arm, sticking out her tongue like a little girl.

"You won't forget that, will you?" They both laughed and talked lightly until Ashara caught his elbow and inhaled sharply.

"Oh, look at Jon Connington!" Ashara whispered wide-eyed. Jaime followed her eyes. The red-haired man stood with some blonde-haired lord Jaime didn't know. Lord Connington seemed to be glaring at someone with such a hatred, Jaime wondered who was that person.

"At whom he's glaring at?" Jaime frowned and Ashara rolled her eyes and sighed like it should be obvious.

"You were in the Kingsguard for three years and you didn't see it…?" Ashara asked in disbelief.

"See what?" Jaime scowled, she looked at him like he was simple-minded.

"Sweet Maiden, men are really blind." Ashara crossed her arms and shook her head, then leaning towards Jaime, she said in a hushed voice. "Jon Connington prefers men's company to women's."

"Really?" Jaime looked at her wide-eyed. "I've never… I mean… He looks… normal."

"Of course he looks normal, Jaime!" Ashara laughed lightly. "His eyes however speak for itself. He glares at our Queen Lyanna."

"That means he is fond of…" Jaime made a face. "… King Rhaegar?"

"Bravo!" Ashara clapped. "I've always thought you smart."

"But it's… gross." Jaime wrinkled his nose.

"Love doesn't choose." Ashara just shrugged, looking back at the people.

Jaime gazed at her for a while. She was right after all, he was the perfect example of her words. He had been in love with his own sister. Looking at it now he didn't know why he even loved her. It was like looking at female version of himself, perhaps she embodied all the traits he lacked. Cersei was more like their father while Jaime was more like their mother, that was what aunt Genna used to say. Loving Cersei felt now like an act of betrayal towards his mother. She wanted to prevent this when they were children. She wanted them to be normal brother and sister and Jaime failed her. It still hurt thinking about Lady Joanna, he hadn't even known her well. Holding a grudge against Tyrion like Cersei was pointless, but his sister always knew better. She told him that Tyrion deserved to be a monster for killing their mother. Tyrion was just a babe, it was obvious he wasn't one to be blamed for it. There was no one to be blamed. Death in childbirth was a common thing.

"Ser Jaime? Are you still with me?" Ashara shook his arm lightly.

"Yes, I just-Never mind." Jaime gave her a distant smile and she looked at him with concern. "What were you saying?"

Ashara examined his face for a moment and then cleared her throat. Jaime knew she wanted to ask him what did he think about. He was glad she didn't press at him. Their talk took on a casual mood again and soon Jaime was laughing with her again.

"You see that brown-haired girl dressed all in black? She's sitting close to the Starks." Ashara whispered in his ear and Jaime nodded, quickly finding the girl. "She's sleeping with Brandon Stark."

"What? How do you know?" Jaime raised an eyebrow.

"I caught them together at Harrenhal three years ago."

"Honorable Starks they say." Jaime made a face, crossing his arms. He wondered briefly if Ned Stark was like his older brother and cheated on Cersei.

"Ned is different." Ashara defended the Lord of Winterfell as if she had read his mind. Jaime frowned, not liking her hard tone, somehow it made him jealous.

"You seem to know him very well, lady Ashara." Jaime sneered.

"I know him long enough to know that your sister has a huge luck he is her husband." Ashara turned her head to the side. "He's nice and polite and gentleman. He understands when woman says no, unlike his brother."

"You like him." Jaime said with a deadpan face.

"What! No!" Ashara denied and deep red appeared on her pretty face.

"Dear Gods, why it always has to be a Stark." Jaime rolled his green eyes, trying to appear indifferent, but couldn't get rid of the feeling of bitterness and envy.

"I don't like Eddard Stark!" Ashara hissed.

"There was something between you and him at Harrenhal after all." Jaime gave her a wry smile. "And everyone thought you were fucking Brandon Stark."

Ashara looked at him wide-eyed and blinked a few times. Jaime could see tears welling up in her eyes and started feeling guilty. Why the hell did he say that?

"So this is how you're thinking about me? As a whore?" She said in a trembling voice.

"Lady Ashara, no- I didn't mean it-"

Jaime didn't end as she turned around and stormed out of the yard. Jaime wanted to run after her but why did he even care? It wasn't like he knew her very well, just few days and in the past he didn't pay her much attention, though he always thought her pretty. Back then there was only Cersei in his mind.

During the jousting Jaime defeated everyone but Ser Arthur Dayne. He was quiet nervous that Arthur could read his thoughts about his sister. Jaime didn't mourn his loss for long. He quickly changed back into the normal clothes and went to look for Ashara. He would even apologize her. She was doing weird things with him.

Jaime found her in the gardens. Ashara was sitting on the bench close to the hedge maze. When she spotted him she quickly turned her head away from him.

"Lady Ashara, let me explain-"

"There's nothing to explain, Ser Jaime. You've said very clearly what everyone around thinks about me." Ashara said with a pained expression.

"It wasn't what I meant. No one thinks like that. I was just- kind of-Actually it doesn't matter what I felt. I'm really sorry. I have a certain issue with Stark. We don't get along well. I don't know what I was thinking that I've said that. I'm sorry again." Jaime stood next to her, not really knowing what he should do. He apologized her. He felt the urge to do it, because he wanted her to talk to him and be around him. She was his friend, though Jaime would more content if she was more than just a friend.

Ashara looked at him suspiciously and crossed her arms. "Are you really sorry, Ser Jaime?"

"If it was different, I wouldn't be standing here right now." Jaime shrugged and she bit her lip thinking. "Look, Ashara, I'm not the one to say sorry willingly-"

"He only kissed me." Ashara said bluntly with a flush on her cheeks. Jaime raised his eyebrows at her confession. "I don't want you to think that I've done God knows what. He just… kissed me once. It was all."

"…All right?" Jaime said uncertain. Why did she say it? It was none of his business, yet she felt like she should explain herself.

"Good." She nodded and silence fell between them, only cheers from the tourney grounds were hearable.

"So… how's your jousting, Ser Jaime?" Ashara asked.

"I've lost to your brother unfortunately. I gave him a head start that is why I lost." Jaime joked, sitting next to her.

"Sure thing." She laughed. "Just admit you got distracted."

"Distracted? By who?" Jaime smirked. "You weren't at the box, lady Ashara."

"Are you flirting with me, Ser?" Ashara flushed. She looked lovely with a blush on her cheeks.

"And how do you think, my lady?" He shot back with a smirk on his mouth. "Yes or no?"

"I-I think you… like teasing me!" Ashara replied, narrowing her eyes.

"Isn't it flirting?" Jaime said cockily.

"No!" Ashara crossed her arms in a huff and he rolled his green eyes.

"Women are such a stubborn being to admit men are right."

"You seem to know woman's nature very well."

"Can't deny I don't." Jaime shrugged smugly.

"So you've spent a lot of time around women, Ser Jaime." Ashara snorted.

"And I got to know them very precisely."

"Even when you were a member of the Kingsguard? I thought they must live in celibacy." Ashara raised an eyebrow. Oh how little she knew about the Kingsguard, it seemed Ser Arthur told her nothing about it. Prince Lewyn Martell still had a secret lover.

"Have I ever said I didn't live in celibacy, my lady?" Jaime smirked while she frowned.

"A likely story." She snorted and eyed him. "And the next thing you'll tell me is you've never kissed a woman, Ser."

A sly smile appeared on Jaime's face and he inched towards her.

"Do you volunteer to show me how is it to kiss a woman, lady Ashara?" Jaime flicked her long hair from her shoulder and her breath became shallow while she was gazing at him with her doe-eyes.

"I-um-What are you doing?" She licked her lips involuntary and his eyes followed her movements.

"I? Nothing yet, lady Ashara." Jaime purred, his hand brushed her neck and a breath caught in her throat. "Do you want me to do something?"

"I-" Ashara breathed deeply and suddenly got up from the bench, her cheeks blushing. "First, you have to catch me, Ser Jaime."

With a tentative smile on her face she ran into the hedge maze. Jaime sat alone for a seconds wordless, but then a grin appeared on his face and he ran after her. The only thing he heard was her laugh and he realized that he was laughing too, it was carless, something he hadn't heard from himself in a very long time. Her blue dress flashed up in the floral corridor in front of his eyes and he followed her, then turned left and he knew he would catch her by surprise. Jaime remembered the maze from his childhood when he was playing with Cersei and their father was still the Hand of the King.

Ashara cried out as she ran straight into Jaime's arms. Her melodic laugh echoed around them.

"It looks like I've caught you, Ashara." Jaime grinned and wandered his hands from her back down to her waist.

"I must agree with that, Jaime." Ashara breathed, trying to calm her racing heart. Jaime leaned closer to her while she was gazing at him under her long eyelashes. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck and Jaime connected their lips in a gentle kiss.

It seemed like ages while her sweet lips were moving against his. Jaime pulled her closer when Ashara moaned quietly, playing with his golden hair.

Jaime knew he wouldn't let Ashara go so easily.