Maya's eyes fluttered opened and the first thing she saw was Jaime's sleeping face. She jerked backwards in surprise so fast that she fell off the bed. She groaned as she lay on her back on the hard ground. Winter's head perked up and looked at Maya curiously as she laid on a pile of blankets on the floor near the corner. A sleepy Jaime peered over the edge of the bed at her and then smirked.

"Good. You're awake."

She glared at him and then asked, "Where am I?"

"Where you need to be which is beside me."

She rolled her eyes then rubbed the back of her head when she sat up. Her eyes widened as memories from last afternoon rushed through her mind. Someone had knocked me out. Someone followed me back even when I had been so careful and I'm guessing it has to do with Jaime.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled. "What's wrong, Rose? You looked frightened." His smile left his lips. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Where are we? What the fuck did you do?!"

"We're far away," Jaime said, ignoring her use of language. "I took you with me."

"You kidnapped me?!" she shouted as she stood to her feet. "Why?!"

"I'm going to my father's camp and I just couldn't leave my little wife behind," he said with a charming smile.

"Why did you kid-"

"Don't play dumb, Maya. I know. So tell me."

"If you say you know then why do you want me to say it?"

"Am I wrong?" he questioned curiously.

"You want to be wrong."

"Maya-"

"Yes, that's it. A part of you is hoping that what you saw wasn't true, that it couldn't be true, that there was no way that I am The Mocking Knight."

"Are you?"

"Yes…I am." Jaime groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Ok, here me out!"

Jaime's head whipped up to her as he sat on the edge of the bed. "How could you be so stupid?" He told her. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in? You're for-"

"For murders I did not commit!"

"Murders? What are you talking about?"

"I was…your family is trying to frame me or well, Ser Dorren. They're trying to put your crimes on me and make me the villain." She told him.

"How do you know that it was even them?"

"Um, let's see," she mocked, "how about when a man yelled to the City Watch, 'There! There he is! Ser Dorren is the one who caused all of this! He killed the Stark and Lannister guards! He did it!' So I'm pretty sure it's their fault."

"What is really confusing me is that why did you try to make me jealous?"

"So you were jealous," she said smugly.

"Did you like that I was jealous?" he asked seriously.

"Uh, I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Go on, say it…you love me."

She scoffed. "I don't love you nor will I. You know why I won't and the fact that you hurt my father only fuels my hatred for you even more."

"You may think you hate me, but you don't."

"Oh, really and why is that?"

"I've learned some things from you over the past months since we've met each other. You're afraid."

"Afraid? Afraid of what?"

"You're afraid of getting your heartbroken like the last time."

She scoffed. "I do not-"

"Yes, you do. You have that look in your eyes. You're waiting for someone you care about to screw up just so you can be right about how people will only hurt you."

Maya froze. "I'm not afraid."

"You don't trust people. You have this wall around your heart and you're afraid that someday someone will climb over that wall."

"Let me guess, you're going to be the one who gets to climb over."

"I'm already climbing it, Rose."

"I don't want you to."

"Why," he urged.

"Because…" she looked down at her feet then in his eyes. "Because I never want to feel that way again. That vulnerability. That weakness that you have if someone gets to your heart…they're able to do so much damage to it."

The words, I would never hurt you, were on the tip of Jaime's tongue, desperately wanting to say them. But he had already hurt her, three times. Her brother. His relationship with his sister. And now her father. When he looked in her eyes, he could see that someone had hurt her before he came along. He briefly wondered who had broken the She-Wolf's heart.

She continued, "I won't let myself be like that way again."

"And that's why you created Ser Dorren."

"No, I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to have fun."

"You could've gotten yourself killed." Jaime snapped.

"But I didn't."

"You were reckless."

"Calm down, Jaime. It just happened and then I saw these innocent people getting hurt for no reason and I couldn't just sit back and-and watch as they got hurt." She shook her head and put her hair behind her ear. "That's not me."

"I'm not asking you to change yourself. I'm just telling you to think of yourself."

"Think of myself?!" she shouted.

"Wait, that came out wrong-"

"No, it's exactly what you meant to say. How can you be so goddamn selfish?!"

"It's what's being selfish that keeps me alive," he snapped angrily.

"It's what's being selfish that made me hate you! That made you cripple a boy! That made you become the fucking Kingslayer!" she shouted.

His face became impassive as he grabbed her wrists and forced her to lie down on the bed. He pried open her legs and moved his hips a little as he roughly kissed her. He held her wrists on either side of her head; it was a bruising grip that made her let a soft whimper escape her. She struggled underneath him and said, "Jaime, no. Sto-"

He silenced her as his lips crashed back on hers, it was meant to be passionate, but came out as bruising instead. She could hardly breathe right now let alone feel any guilt for letting her body betray her against his touch. His tongue flicked inside of her mouth against her tongue which shied away from his. Maya let out a hard breath as Jaime pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

"Everyone can call me a Kingslayer, but not you. Never you, do you understand me?" he said coldly, but his eyes had shown the hurt that she had cause just by that name.

She licked her lips and nodded. As she caressed his cheek, he whispered, "Never you, Maya…never."

He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. She nodded again and said softly, "I'm sorry."

He sighed so softly that she did not even hear it. He kissed the palm of her hand and mumbled, "I'm sorry for hurting you."

Maya didn't know if he was talking about her wrists or what he had done before…or both. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine. My wrists are fine."

"Right," he mumbled as he looked down.

She tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her saying, "Make love to me."

"What?"

"I want you to make love to me right here, right now like you never have before." She whispered.

Jaime kissed her passionately, moaning in the back of his throat. His hands roamed her entire body, gripping her hips or breasts. He tweaked her hard nipple and she playfully bit his neck as she moaned. His breath was hot on her parted lips as he entered her, never taking his eyes of hers. Maya knew that she shouldn't be doing this with him especially since she's still mad, but something about her husband's face made her want to make him happy.

Her walls accommodated his cock, tightening around him like a warm wet hug. He groaned in pleasure and his hands fisted the sheets on either side of her head as he was over her. Maya planted a soft kiss to his neck and started to move her hips slowly.

"Don't move," he growled softly.

After a moment, he started to move in and out of her. He held her hips as he started to thrust into her, letting his groans and moans escape his mouth. Jaime looked down in mere amazement at his little wife and how beautiful she looked in the throws of pleasure. He especially liked her face when she's riding out her high or when she climaxes. She arched her breasts into his hard and broad chest, feeling his chest tickling her breasts causing her to have goose bumps. I love you, she wanted to say, but the words died on her lips.

They looked deep into each other's eyes, daring the other to look away, both already knowing the punishment for looking away.

"No!"

"But, my lady-"

Maya pointed a finger at her and said, "No, I don't want to hear it."

"My lady, please-"

"Nope. If you say it then it's true!"

"Why do you have to be stubborn?!" her handmaiden said angrily, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. "Seven hells! You're pregnant! "

Maya sighed. "I can't be pregnant. There is no possible way that I could be."

"Have you and Lord Lannister been making love to each other?" her handmaiden asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, but that's not the point."

"Yes, it is. Your moon blood hasn't come for at least two moons, your breasts are getting bigger, you have mood swings, and you are hungrier than usual." Her handmaiden argued.

"No, you don't understand. I do, um, certain things that I'm pretty sure makes certain of me not having a kid."

"But-"

"Ah-ah, no 'buts'. And you even think about telling Jaime about this. Gods know that he'll try to control everything." She muttered, "Possessive bastard."

Her handmaiden sighed, shaking her head as she walked out of the tent. Maya refused to believe that she was with child because she had been getting hurt more often now. So there was no way that she could be pregnant and if she was then the babe might have already been dead. She wasn't ready for motherhood and she knew that she would never be ready to be a mother.

She was never the mother type and she probably would never be that way even if she loved the child to death. Maya knew that she had to lie to Jaime. Although she didn't want to, she had to because he wouldn't understand where she was coming from mentally.

This sucks balls, she mentally screamed, things have been going so great between us and now this falls in our laps. Damn the Gods and the Seven, the Old and New Gods straight to hell!

TBC…

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