Brienne was waiting patiently for Jaime's meeting with Sansa to finish. She didn't trust him a lot to hold his tongue. That tongue would be the death of him and of herself one day.
She shook her head in indulgent humour. The big dolt. He was due to a strong chastisement and uncomfortable admissions. Sansa had proclaimed herself one of Brienne's fiercest defenders along with Pod. Brienne had noticed as well that the men she trained and the castle servants treated her with a deference no one (except for Renly) had ever shown her. Not even in Tarth after her mother and siblings passed away in a span of barely a year and her father was too inconsolable to care for how she fared.
That spiderweb of protectiveness around her own person didn't cease to astonish her. Why would they care so much for a simple female knight who did her duty? It was in her vows. No one owed her anything.
The door burst open and there materialized the permanent object of her worries, grinning from ear to ear.
Seven hells. That grin doesn't bode well. His tongue must have reached all the way to the Wall.
"And? Has Sansa kicked your ass properly?," she inquired, standing up from the chair.
He grabbed her hands and made her sit again, taking a seat himself on the chair beside hers. "No one can kick my ass better than you, wench. But to her credit, she would give you a run for your money. That girl gives me chills. It looks like a treat both Stark sisters share. Arya is beyond scaring with her faceless men stuff or whatever. Now I understand what you meant when you said in that tent at Riverrun that you didn't think I knew many girls like Sansa." He snorted with her hands in his.
She mirrored his snort. "I told you so. Well, what happened? Don't try to play tricks on me. I know you babble when you're nervous and are reluctant to raise a specific issue. Come on, spill the beans."
"Now, now, such impatience." She kept her brows up, relentless. "Fine. She had seen right through me since the beginning. She guessed the reasons why I had to leave. It turns out she was right about everything she tried to instill in your thick skull on my behalf." He adopted a serious countenance and squeezed her hands. "Brienne, I'll repeat this until you believe it: If I left it wasn't due to lack of love for you. I left because I had to mend my past mistakes and make peace with my demons to be free to love you to the fullest. To have a chance to one day become even a shadow of the man you deserve. I couldn't have lived with myself, or with you, otherwise." He brought her forehead to touch his. "I'm a sefilsh bastard. I had to choose the lesser evil and march South. Either way, you would come out hurt. I'm so sorry."
She stroked his face, tears shining in her eyes. "Well, you have the rest of your life to make it up to me."
He laughed and kissed her. "What about I start right this moment?" He made her stand and raised her by her hips. She squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and he headed for the bed, devouring her mouth.
He placed her carefully on the mattress, mindful of the baby, and hovered over her. "Will you warm me up, wench? Some parts of my body haven't recovered their sensitivity yet with the bloody cold. Are you going to help me?"
"Shut up and come here, you fool." And she pulled him down by his collar roughly.
He supported his weight on his right arm and groped from her hip to her breast, groaning eagerly into her mouth. "Hells, wench. I've missed you." She moaned in response and spread her legs to make room for him. Right then she flipped them both and straddled him. He humphed at the sudden movement and grasped her hips, his gaze locked with hers excitedly. She bent down to resume their kissing and he sat up to meet her halfway.
Brienne untied the laces of his tunic while he reached her neck to return the favour. His clumsiness during their first time together had been a product of an excess of alcohol and nervousness. He had perfected the art of untying his own laces with his left hand along the years. But that silly night of unbridled passion his fingers shook so hard that he let Brienne take action. And, honestly, her handling him and ordering him around to cover up for her own awkwardness aroused him greatly.
She pulled off his tunic and he did the same with hers. He then disposed of her breastband murmuring something about stupid garments only designed to delay fucks. Brienne laughed gently and pushed him on the chest to encourage him to lie down onto the mattress.
She got rid of her breeches and the rest of her underclothes in a single gesture and proceeded with Jaime's. His cock sprung free and he let out a groan of relief and anticipation. "Oh, yes. My cock has been neglected for far too long." Brienne slapped him lightly on the chest. "You're ridiculous, Jaime."
"I am. But you're crazy for me."
She hit him harder. "Shut up." And she descended on him once more and silenced his laugh with a kiss. Their tongues mingled and Brienne started to wiggle directly over his lower body. They both moaned into each other's mouths. He cupped her breasts, squeezing and fingering her nipples. She reached for his cock to guide it to her entrance. Her insides engulfed its entire length slowly. Like every time they joined, a sigh escaped their throats.
She set the pace, riding him fast, too hyped up to linger. He sat up again and circled her waist with his arms, moving with her and staring straight into her eyes. "Come on, wench. Squeeze me dry."
"Oh yes, Jaime. Kiss me." He did, and she quickened her pace. Her release was very close. He rubbed her little nub and that triggered her climax. She screamed on his lips and just then he followed her into the burning pleasure, grabbing the back of her head, searching her eyes and moaning loudly while emptying himself into her.
She crumbled onto him satiated and they remained wrapped around each other, panting. Jaime then encouraged her gently to lie down and kissed her belly. "Our little one is in there." He murmured in awe, as if he still wasn't able to grasp that they had created a new life. "This kid will truly be mine. I hope they will be like their mother." He looked up at her face, with brilliant eyes.
Brienne smiled. "And I hope they'll be like their father."
He addressed her his smirk. "You always have the last word, don't you, headstrong wench? On second thought, I hope they aren't so much like their mother."
"Same. Very tiresome to cope with another annoying Lannister."
They burst out laughing and decided to stay in bed until dinnertime. The people in the corridors saw them walking toward their seat at their usual table in the main hall, hands intertwined and big smiles on their faces.
