Hey, guys. I decided to increase the rating, though I don't think anything is too graphic but I'd figure I'd do it just to be safe. Thanks to everyone for reading and for all the kind reviews. You guys rock! - Madison

Jacqueline stood quietly, frozen to the floor. Ser Jaime was kissing her. Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, was kissing her. She wasn't sure what to do; she had never kissed a man before, nor had a man kiss her. Her mind wasn't working properly; all she could think about was how soft Jaime's lips were. Only when Jaime moved did the responsiveness return to Jacqueline's mind and body. He moved his mouth to her neck and his hand wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. "Jaime, we shouldn't." She whispered with eyes closed, not wanting to listen to her own advice.

The knight pulled away and Jacqueline was almost terrified that he was going to agree with her halfhearted remark. "Why? Robert fucks other women and Renly and Lady Loras bugger each other almost every night. Why must you be the honorable one in the family? Stannis is happy to play that part." Jaime kissed her on the lips again, preventing her from responding. Because I am a woman? She thought. He pulled away again and continued. "And at the rate you're going, you're going to die before losing your maidenhead."

Jacqueline opened her eyes at that. She pulled his hand away from her waist and held it, interlacing her fingers with his. "Why do you want to? With me?"

Jaime looked down at her with his green eyes and smiled. "Because you deserve some pleasure in your life."

It sounded more like a question than a statement to Jacqueline. And she was unsure if she should feel offended at the comment that sounded too much like pity. But her body had already made the decision for her. And, deep down, she wanted this.

At nineteen years old, she had given up hoping for marriage and all the intimate details that went along with it. The only man that would marry a barren woman would be a second or third son of some lowly lord. A man too low of birth to marry the king's sister. Barren or not.

At that moment, she couldn't imagine doing this with anyone but Jaime Lannister, despite feeling nothing but indifferent annoyance towards him. Against all her brothers' insistence that a kingslayer was not trustworthy, Jacqueline trusted the man. He had never shown her any ill will apart from the occasion harmless mocking. And he had just saved her life.

Jaime pulled free from her hand and pushed the bloodied dress off her shoulders, where it then fell to the floor. This time it was Jacqueline who pressed her lips to his. She had no clue what she was doing, and she was sure Jaime could tell. But he returned her kiss all the same.

Jaime dropped his hands from her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up off the ground. A small shriek of surprise escaped Jacqueline's lips when she felt her feet leave the carpeted floor. She tightened her hold around his neck for fear of falling. She felt Jaime's laugh vibrate against her own lips. Even now, he's laughing at me. She wasn't in the air long before Jaime set her on the edge of the small bed. Their lips never broke as Jacqueline pulled at his doublet, trying to find the proper way to remove it. Jaime eventually stopped kissing her long enough to focus on removing most of his clothes and the rest of hers.

She wasn't quite ready when Jaime pulled her shift over her head and tossed it aside, followed quickly by her smallclothes. She leaned back onto the soft bed, bringing Jaime with her; wanting to use his body to cover her own. Night had fallen and the only in the light tent came from a small brazier in the center of the tent and a number of candles. Even in the dim lighting, Jacqueline felt a little too exposed. Jaime's hand left her hair and slid down her body. His hand was warm but she shivered as he continued to explore for her skin. Jacqueline ran her own hands over his chest, wanting him closer to her. His mouth moved to her neck and she ran her fingers through his golden hair.

Suddenly, Jaime's hand moved between her legs. Jacqueline didn't know what he was doing down there until, "Oh." She said sharply. She could feel Jaime grin against her neck. The hand between her legs moved faster against her nerves. Jacqueline tightened her grip on Jaime's shoulders as she let out a soft moan. Without her consent, her hips began to move with his hand and she felt the tension in her stomach tighten. She wanted more. Breathing became difficult and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, afraid someone might hear. But just as quickly as his hand appeared, it was gone again and as was his weight against her.

She opened her eyes and saw him untying his breeches. She looked back up and concentrated on his face, afraid she might lose her confidence if she looked anywhere else. She had an itching desire to reach out and touch him. Instead, he came back to her. His lips crashed back down on her open mouth. Jacqueline wrapped her arms around him again as he settled between her thighs. She gave Jaime a strong open kiss to signal that she was ready. As ready as she ever could be.

Jacqueline knew their behavior was risky. Anyone could walk through the tent's entrance. Anyone from a common foot solider to Lord Tywin himself. She wondered what the Lord of Casterly Rock would do if he did walk in on his eldest son bedding the King's sister. If he told Robert, her brother would most likely have Jaime killed. They were both unmarried, and not likely to be married to anyone in the near future. Jaime had taken vows of celibacy when he entered the Kingsguard but Jacqueline knew that particular vow was often disregarded. And it wasn't as though Jaime could get her pregnant. No, the worst Jacqueline's tryst with Jaime could result in would be a lecture on honor and duty from Lord Tywin.