"You have so many freckles," Jaime said idly, later than same day, lying in bed. Brienne was lounging, completely naked, propping herself up on her elbows. Jaime was angled towards her, his own naked body aligned against hers, using his handless arm to prop himself up. He traced the freckles which decorated her wonderful chest, fingers dancing over her nipples every so often.

"Don't mock me," she warned and Jaime's upper lip tightened, leaning down and sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"How long will it be until you believe that I actually want you?" he asked, annoyance in his tone. She had the decency to look abashed. He stroked her cheek and her eyes flicked back up to him. "Will you join the forces to fight Cersei?"

"Are you really asking me this now?" she asked, her wariness turning to amusement, gesturing to their nakedness. Jaime smirked.

"Well, I wanted to ask you and I have no plans to put any clothes on you all day or allow you to leave this bed." Brienne laughed and it made Jaime smile, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She leaned back, relaxing her elbows.

Brienne looked at him, her eyes burning into his skin. "If the queen allows you to go, and Sansa allows me to leave her, then I will."

Jaime furrowed his brow. "You'd stay here if I can't go." Brienne nodded.

"I don't want to leave you." Jaime smiled down at her.

"Good," he replied, pressing a kiss to the nearest piece of skin he could find. "When the war is over, what do you want to do?" he asked, drawing lines on her solid abdomen. She batted his hand away but he ignored her, continuing.

"I am still my father's heir," Brienne admitted and Jaime nodded. "Are you heir to Casterly Rock?"

Jaime shrugged. "Technically, yes, because I'm not a kingsguard anymore, since Tommen took my cloak. But I don't know. My cousin might want it."

"Do you want it?"

"I want you." Brienne crossed her arms and Jaime groaned, pulling them away from her chest. "Stop ruining my view." She pinched her lips and he pressed his own lips to them, pushing himself up on his stump. "I don't know what I want, Brienne, except you. I'm not my father."

She shook her head. "I am so glad." Her tone was facetious and Jaime gave her a mocking smile. "Come on, imagine your life in two years. What do you want?"

Jaime closed his eyes. "Alright, wench, I'm getting my creative juices flowing." She punched him on the shoulder and then kissed where she'd hit him. Jaime grinned. He could get used to this. What did he want? He imagined his future. Cersei would be dead. It made Jaime's stomach roll but he shoved it back down. His future would be happy: full of things that he loved and that loved him.

"I want you," he declared a few moments later, after creating a few scenarios in his mind, Brienne at the forefront of them all. Brienne gave him a condescending smile that made Jaime aware that she didn't believe him. He rolled so that he was on top of her.

"You're far too old to be ready to go again," Brienne teased and Jaime's lips parted in shock.

"Is this what this is about, wench? You think I'm too old for you? Am I even in your future?" Jaime said all of this in a teasing manner, but he was aware that he was ten-and-four years older than her. She pressed her forehead against his and kissed him. Jaime smiled against her lips and she angled her hips towards his. He felt his arousal stir mightily but shook his head. "Wait, I want to tell you my future."

"Go on, Ser."

"In two years, it'll be a day like this one," he told her, "although summer will have come. We'll wake up in a big bed just like this one and you'll be completely naked because I will have thoroughly ravished you the night before." At that, Brienne barked out a laugh and Jaime kissed her quickly but ardently. "We'll wake up and kiss because I love you and you love me and I'll call you wife and you'll call me husband. Or just sex slave, whatever you prefer." Brienne inhaled sharply and Jaime grinned, moving his hand to caress her stomach. "And there'll be a crying babe in the next room and another on its way."

Brienne's eyebrows flew up her forehead. Jaime was suddenly aware that he wasn't even sure she wanted children, that he had made an assumption which could cost him the future he had dreamed up. What if he had just ruined everything? "You would want to have more children?" Rather than sounding wary as Jaime had feared, she sounded in awe. Jaime grinned and nodded, pressing a kiss to her chin.

"I wasn't sure until I found out that Cersei wasn't actually pregnant. I suddenly realised that my chance was gone and I- Gods- all I ever wanted was to be a father to Tommen and Myrcella and Joffrey. But I couldn't and I understood why at the time but I want it now." He hoped she would understand. He hated talking about Cersei with her. It made him feel dirty; she was too good and true to have to listen to his torrid past. But she was smiling. "Would you- I mean-" Jaime scratched his head, suddenly feeling awkward. "Would you want to have my babies?"

Brienne bobbed her head and Jaime kissed her reverently, taking his time to show her just how incredible she was. "You're amazing, you know that?" he said, pressing their foreheads together, breathing raggedly. Jaime was pleased to see her cheeks pink at the praise.

"How many babies do you want?" she asked a few moments later, moving her arms around so that her hands lay on his lower back. He smiled and nuzzled against her cheek. She was absolute perfection. He loved her so much.

"As many as you will give me," he told her honestly and Brienne laughed.

"I suppose it's a good thing I'm so much younger than you, then," she teased him.

"That's twice now you've mentioned my age, wench," Jaime growled. "You'll give a man a complex."

She giggled - actually giggled, he could make her giggle - and reached her hand boldly down between them. Jaime cursed. "Prove you're not too old for me," she said, arching her back and pressing her hard nipples against his chest and her hips against his growing erection. Jaime growled and pressed his face into her neck and his fingers between her thighs, finding her soaked there. He would never grow tired of this, he realised as she whined out his name.

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"When are we going to marry then?" Brienne asked, sitting between her lover's legs, sweaty and sated, her head lolled back against a pillow. Jaime smiled, pressing a kiss to her ear.

"Well, given that I've already filled you with my seed a good number of times," he said, his crudeness earning him a tap on the cheek, "I'd say pretty soon, before you begin to swell with child."

Brienne smiled. A future with Jaime, a child with Jaime, the wife of Jaime. "You know I'll kill you if I actually am pregnant," she commented lightly, ghosting her fingers over his muscled thighs. Jaime snorted and nuzzled his face against her neck.

"I don't seem to remember you stopping me," he reminded her. Brienne flushed.

"I'll be of no use if I'm pregnant," she complained, "just fat and ugly." Jaime pinched her thigh and Brienne cried out. "What was that for?"

"When you're in my bed, I'll have no nonsense talk," he said, reaching to brush a thumb across her lips. Her too-big lips which hid her too-big teeth. She knew Jaime could see it and he surely knew that flattery would get him nowhere.

"Don't be ridiculous, Jaime."

Jaime shrugged. "I suppose you will be fat but you will be of use and you will not be ugly, never in my eyes." Brienne snorted incredulously. "Okay, perhaps once in my eyes, but never in our future."

Brienne shook her head. "Jaime-"

"Stop," he ordered her. "You're in my bed and I am saying you are beautiful."

"This is my bed." He grinned and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

"Our bed," he amended, brushing his hand over her stomach again. Brienne felt flutters beneath his hand, butterflies swarming in her stomach. To be pregnant with Jaime's child... "I think this one will be a girl."

"Jaime, I am not pregnant!" she complained, laughing at his insistence. Jaime laughed, the sound reverberating in Brienne's ears. He reached down lower, through her curls, and pinched a finger and his thumb around her clit. Brienne let out an embarrassing sound. The sounds he could draw out of her were downright lewd and Brienne suddenly found herself wondering who she shared a wall with - and whether they knew this was her room.

"I suppose you're likely right. Perhaps one more time will do it." Brienne's lips twitched into a grin and she hauled herself around so she could straddle him, delighting in his eyes darkening. If he was going to be this annoying, the least she could do was make him pay for it.

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"We should get married this week," Jaime said, afterwards, when he was tired and sore and loving the feeling of having Brienne in his arms.

Brienne furrowed her eyebrows at him. "You were serious?" Jaime felt a pang in his chest at her disbelief.

"Of course I was serious." She pulled away. "I want you to be my wife, Brienne."

She shook her head and Jaime reached over to cup her scarred cheek. "I would be a terrible wife," she reminded him.

Jaime pretended to weigh it up. "Well, yes, you'd be a terrible high-born lady wife who does the sewing and organises the household and attends dinner parties, but that's not what I want. I want a wife in my bed who I can fuck whenever I like - and whenever she likes - and who can teach our children honour and bravery and wisdom and how to defeat any opponent in front of them." He pulled her to him and she didn't balk. He pressed a kiss to her nose. "Will you be my wife?"

Brienne smiled and Jaime loved it. She nodded, leaning forward and kissing him softly. Jaime grinned. "Wife," he said, trying to get used to the word. "I think I'll always prefer wench."

Brienne squawked and Jaime laughed, happy and carefree, turning to pin her down on the bed and kissing her until her complaints were non-existent.

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Brienne forced them to get ready for dinner, despite Jaime's protests that he wanted to stay in bed with her until morning. She reminded him that they had already spent the day abed and that she had duties, even if he did not. He pouted but it got him nowhere. Dressed in her squire's clothes, Jaime followed Brienne dutifully down to the hall.

It was not a feast, not yet. The atmosphere was somber, mourning. Lady Sansa greeted Brienne immediately and Jaime was struck yet again by how incredible his wench was, that she had found Sansa despite all odds being against her. The younger Stark, Arya, too was at Winterfell. Mutters around the great hall convinced Jaime that it had been the little wolf who had killed the Night King and finished the fighting. She was small but ferocious.

Jaime found himself following Brienne like a lost puppy to the seat that Lady Sansa had saved for her. He was only grateful that there was another seat, one for him, that he would not have to go and sit alone. He supposed he would be able to find some Lannister men somewhere. He should probably see who was still alive. Bronn, surely. Maybe Ser Michel. Jaime had been far more concerned with spending the day fucking Brienne than finding out which of his men had survived the battle.

Receiving funny looks from others around the table, Jaime focused on cutting up his food. He remembered Brienne doing it for him at Harrenhal. He'd improved since then. Tyrion's voice dragged Jaime from his food. His little brother sat beside Lady Sansa, Queen Daenerys on his other side, conversing with Jon Snow. "You have recovered from the battle, brother?" his voice said. Jaime smiled at him. It had been a long time since he had been in the same place as his brother for long enough to engage in small talk.

"I have, Tyrion. Where did you find yourself in the battle?"

"In the crypts, supposedly safe with my lady wife," he said and the sardonic tone made Jaime's lips twitch. Lady Sansa's stoic face broke slightly, showing some amusement.

"I suppose the dead rose?" Jaime asked, confusion lacing his tone.

Tyrion nodded. "We were so focussed on the army that was coming at the walls of Winterfell that we didn't consider the recruits lying in wait on the inside." Jaime snorted. "The lady Sansa, however, proved herself to be quite the warrior."

Jaime acknowledged the proud tone in Tyrion's voice. He remembered their marriage and the way Tyrion had said 'lady wife' when referring to her. Jaime glanced sideways to Brienne, who was looking upon her liege lady with pride, too. "I am no Arya," Sansa said, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Nobody is asking you to be Arya, my lady," Brienne said, touching her arm. It made Jaime smile to see the close relationship between liege and knight. "You are ferocious in your own right." Lady Sansa flushed at the praise. "I am sure there are many women and children alive because of you taking up your dagger in the crypts."

"There are more men alive because of Ser Jaime's actions," Lady Sansa deflected. Jaime flinched at the sudden mention of his name, looking up at the Lady of Winterfell. Sansa was not looking at him, however; she was watching Brienne carefully. Jaime felt his cheeks heat and felt as though he was a teenager again. Looking at Brienne, Jaime saw that she had not noticed that Sansa was fully aware of where they had been all day. "I must say, Ser Jaime, when I saw Lannister men in Winterfell I was surprised."

"I am sure you were not alone in that, my lady," Jaime replied stiffly.

"Your man, Bronn, he says that you abandoned your horse and soldiers midway through the battle," Sansa commented pointedly, her eyebrows arching. Brienne shot Jaime a wide-eyed look that made him grin.

"The things we do for love," Jaime said with an easy smile and rejoiced to hear Brienne inhale sharply and Tyrion splutter his wine. Lady Sansa simply kept her eyebrows raised, not breaking his eye contact. "I came here to fight for Lady Brienne, my lady, so I continued to do that."

"You're an idiot," Brienne muttered, making Jaime smirk. He didn't know whether she was referring to him jumping off his horse or his comments to Lady Sansa. Probably both.

"You are in love with my sworn sword?" Sansa asked. From the look on her face, it was like it wasn't new information. But, as he'd only told Brienne this morning, she couldn't have known. It seemed the Lady of Winterfell had learned from Cersei and Baelish and improved the game. She was a marvel. It was little wonder that Brienne served her so dutifully.

"I am, my lady," Jaime replied, watching gleefully as Brienne put her head in her hands. Jaime could see that her cheeks were pink beneath her large hands. Tyrion was watching his brother with his mouth open, not even drinking. It was a feat really, that Jaime had been able to surprise him so. "I don't know when it started. I once jumped into a bear pit with no weapon to save her, maybe it was then. It was surely before you sent her to treat with your uncle at Riverrun. I would have done anything for her then. I assured her escape, you see." Sansa's lips were twitching, perhaps at the flush on Brienne's face. "But I knew for sure when I saw her in King's Landing, at the dragon pit. She told me to fuck loyalty and, so, I did. And here I am."

Sansa blinked. A smile had spread across her pretty face. "I am surprised that you never told me of this love story, Lady Brienne," she teased and Brienne looked at her, her lips opening and then closing.

"It was hardly a love story, my lady," she said, muttering. Jaime shot her a wounded look and her lips twitched.

"Ser Jaime, I hope you know that my sister and I consider our sworn sword to be an honorary Stark." Sansa was still smiling but there was steel behind her eyes.

"An honour I am sure she has earned, my lady."

"It would be no hardship to either of us if Arya were to slit your throat in your sleep should you ever do anything to harm Lady Brienne."

"I would gladly welcome the punishment if I were to do so, Lady Sansa." Brienne stared at him, shaking her head. He was glad he still had the ability to surprise her. "But I believe it will be unnecessary. Brienne and I are getting married, you see."

"You're what?" Tyrion said, finally finding his voice. Jaime shot a genuine smile at Tyrion. "When?"

"This week was what we agreed, wasn't it, Brienne?" Jaime teased, stroking her arm. She looked at him with exasperation. He nearly kissed her but figured that would be pushing her too far. And Arya Stark was around here somewhere, probably just waiting for a reason to slit his throat.

Brienne cleared her throat. "We did agree that, but, my lady, if it is not to your-" Jaime narrowed his eyes at her. Was she really going to stop their wedding if Sansa Stark said so? How very Brienne of her.

Sansa chuckled. "I would be pleased to attend, Lady Brienne. We shall have to make arrangements." Brienne was not smiling. Jaime was. "What will you wear? I could make you a dress."

"Oh, my lady, you don't have to-"

Sansa laid her hand on Brienne's. "Brienne, you have been my closest friend and confidante. You have saved my life and stood by me through my troubles. I would love the opportunity to honour you on your wedding day." Brienne nodded once, squeezing her liege's hand. Jaime lay his hand on Brienne's leg, shooting her a soft smile. "Wonderful. A week today, then, in my mother's sept."

How fitting, Jaime thought. Catelyn Stark brought them together and now they would marry in her sept. Jaime saw Brienne's eyes sparkle with tears and wondered if she was thinking the same thing.

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The next morning, Brienne left Jaime slumbering in their bed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Sansa had invited her for breakfast to begin their discussions about the wedding and Brienne knew that Arya would be there too, given that the two girls shared a chamber. What Brienne had not expected was to find the dragon queen and her companion, Missandei, with them when she arrived.

"Brienne," Sansa cried, pulling out a seat for her. The breakfast was practically a feast, making Brienne's mouth water. The others had begun to eat already, so Brienne dug in. "How are you feeling?" her liege lady asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

"Well, my lady. I had not expected there to be so many of us," Brienne commented awkwardly. Eating with Arya and Sansa was one thing; having the dragon queen with them was quite another.

Queen Daenerys smiled. "When I heard you were getting married, my lady, I wanted to be involved. It has been a while since we have had such a celebration." Brienne's lips twitched into a smile. "I hope we can make the day as special for you as possible."

"Will you go to Casterly Rock with him, after the war?" Arya asked and Brienne's lips parted. She should've expected the interrogation. "You'll be Lady Lannister."

"I am also my father's heir," Brienne reminded her. "I will be the Evenstar." Arya nodded.

"You'll just have to have a lot of children to fill all your seats!" Sansa said, reaching for Brienne's hand. Brienne's eyes widened. She remembered Jaime's teasing about impregnating her and her lips twitched. "I'm sure you've already started." The sly look that Brienne received made her flush.

"It will certainly make my choice of Warden of the West easier if I decide to trust your betrothed, Lady Brienne," Queen Daenerys said. Brienne hated being called lady. She supposed she'd have to get used to it. She was going to be Lady Lannister. Brienne nearly groaned aloud. Only for Jaime.

"You can trust him, your grace, although I do understand that trust takes time," Brienne said earnestly. "He will prove it to you."

The queen's lips spread. "His brother told me the same." She paused and then opened her mouth again. "If you do become pregnant, my lady, you will not be able to fight." Brienne nodded. She had already considered that. There was no way Jaime would allow her to fight while carrying his child and she would never want to endanger her child in that way.

"Brienne will remain my commander, though," Sansa said with a smile. "She will do all the administration, organising the battles and tactics. She has more use than just wielding a sword." Brienne felt tears prick at her eyes and she squeezed Sansa's hand in gratitude.

"When you have a daughter will you train her with a sword?" Arya asked and Brienne smiled.

"Of course." Arya grinned. At that moment, the door opened and Brienne's face fell. Seamstresses walked in with fabric. She was not looking forward to this.

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"Fuck, you took too long," Jaime panted as Brienne walked into their chambers, covering her parted lips with his own. His cock was hard and insistent against her thigh. She'd been gone for hours but he'd not dressed, waiting for her to return so he could fuck her again.

"Jaime," she protested as he pushed her back towards the bed, reaching up to undo the laces on her shirt. "I have things to do," she reminded him, "and so do you."

"After," he groaned, pressing kisses to her neck. "Lie down, fuck, Brienne." Brienne was grinning as she lay back on her bed, despite her protests that they had more important things to do. He kissed her grin away, pulling her shirt off and busying himself with her nipples. He angled his cock so it would hit against her clit, through her breeches. She moaned at the sensation, making Jaime smirk. She was reaching between them, undoing her own laces on her breeches. Jaime didn't even allow her to take them all the way off, pressing his fingers against her to ready her for him and then thrusting in, filling her. Her groan was surely heard across Winterfell.

When they were finished, sweaty and panting, Brienne pressed her head against Jaime's and held him where he was, softening cock still in her cunt. "Good?" he panted and she nodded, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I only came back to tell you that you need to organise your troops," she groaned as he rolled off her, going to fetch a flannel from the side to clean himself off and then passing her one. Jaime nodded, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"I know. I've been remiss."

"Your brother wants to see you, too," she said. Jaime groaned.