Brienne had expressed a myriad of emotions once the shock of his proposal wore off…
At first she dismissed him, telling him not to be ridiculous and she hadn't the time for any jokes. Then she laughed and asked if he had gone mad… then she angered slightly and told him to get up from his knee and stop trying to goad her… then she became confused, unable to assimilate the fact he was serious.
He explained that his father had sought permissions from her father (something she was not pleased about) but that all were agreed the decision was hers…
Interestingly, when Jamie was presented with the choice of lying to her and feigning affections she wouldn't believe or simply explaining all the thoughts that led to him writing her name on parchment those few weeks ago… so Jamie came clean.
Brienne had stalked toward him, dragging him from the floor and to the nearest tavern where she demanded to the whole truth… which he gave her… and she accepted.
Brienne of Tarth became betrothed to Jamie Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock.
On one condition…
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Jamie stretched his back and went back to reading the correspondence he had received from the invited guests to his wedding…
The sun shone brightly in the sapphire seas and he looked out, past the balcony of his chambers in Evenfall Hall…
Brienne had insisted to be married from her family home, as it was not travelling as far back on her path to find the Stark girls. Jamie had agreed… he had also agreed that once the nuptials were complete, they would continue on her search [telling anyone who asked they were on a tour of a land as part of their honeymoon celebrations]
Jamie was relieved she had accepted… and he owed her much more than she knew. Granting her any request would be no issue as far as he was concerned.
Sir Selwyn had already retuned from his business in the city to greet them on their arrival. He had beamed pride in his daughter and deigned to grant them both lush and sizeable, separate chambers until their wedding.
Over the month they had taken residence, Jamie found he rather admired Sir Selwyn more and more… his obvious affection for his daughter knew no bounds… from allowing her to persue only what she desired to accepting any choice she made in her life with dignity, offering complete support.
He wondered if their isolation from the mainland afforded less pressure, allowing greater freedom than many of the houses in Westeros.
What would his life had been if his own father was as supportive and allowing as Sir Selwyn. How would it be different?
His eyes were drawn to the letter on the table... and the moment he had been dreading.
Jamie recognised his sisters hand easily.
He took a breath and opened the parchment.
Cersie was angry; she was dismayed. They were separating through marriage and though she accepted this would occur, she reminded him they would never be apart. She agreed to attend his wedding and requested chambers for herself and her betrothed and stipulated they should be adjoined by a private door.
Jamie couldn't help his teeth grit.
He knew they shouldn't… was it possible his sister had turned the delicate petal that was Loras Tyrell? Had she lured him into her and wove herself about him as she had so many…
Jamie felt himself darken… he no longer believed Cersie as faithful as he once had. He accepted his absence had affected her but somehow wondered if life in the shadows of denied power had made her the viper he now saw her to be.
He glanced at Evenfall's plans and assigned his sister adjoining chambers to her and her intended, trying to swallow the rising anger within him…
Then there was a knock at the door, "My Lord!"
"What now?"
Jamie turned to see a dishevelled and flustered Page running, full pelt, toward him… so much so the pre-pubescent prat left no room to slow himself and forced Jamie to hold out his hand and grip the child, whisking him about to a stop in his masters firm grip.
"Ser Jamie…."
The Lord of Castely Rock bit back his anger and closed his grip on the Page-boys tunic, "You have found him…"
"Your bride, My Lord…" he yelled, then stopped… seemingly to add drama…
A pulse pounded in Jamies temple, and he growled, "Yes?"
"She refuses to leave her room for her dress fitting…"
Jamie felt the information in his brain fuzz… "What?"
The Page goggled at him as though he had no greater IQ than a twig on the ground… "Today, the Lady Brienne is to be fitted for her bridal gown…" then his look tightened in such frustration Jamie had not encountered… "an item in which she showed no interest in until this day…"
Jamie felt no interest in the child's plight, "Fetch her a dress she desires…
"My Lord," the Page squeaked, "she will have no other… and now she says she will not have this!"
He dropped the kid before the annoying prattle caused migraine…
There was one person who could still his thoughts…
And he found himself outside Briennes door, smashing a fist on the thing until she issued a reply.
"I don't give a care as to what YOUR opinion on my taste is BOY!"
Jamie couldn't help a fond smile, imagining the rage that glistened in those ocean eyes… "I have not been called BOY in a great many years…"
"Jamie?" She questioned, sounding slightly panicked…
He couldn't help a smirk and cast a glance about the empty corridor before confirming, in gest… "Yes, dearest. It is I; your betrothed…"
A clatter sounded from inside the room, making him reach for the door handle and demand, "Brienne? Are you alright?"
"Yes," she confirmed quickly, "I'm fine." And then she added, "Don't come in!"
Well… when she issued a decree such as that… what was Jamie to do?
He opened the chamber door and took a pause to see her… and she was magnificent…
The gargantuan and breath-taking warrior had been replaced by a woven-haired and frustrated woman, pacing her sea-fronted balcony in an explosion of white silk and lace…
For one of the most hideously floaty and unnecessarily layered dresses he had ever laid eyes upon, he had to admit Brienne wore it well… Her long neck was encased in lace to a pearl, corseted bodice that ran the length of her torso to explode into silk which flowed about her and was enhanced by the long, angel winged sleeves…
She wore flowers in her hair and her golden locks had been woven to a length Jamie hardly thought the warrior would tolerate…
How had she allowed anyone to do this to her…
And Jamie thought to himself… she had done this for him…
So, surely he could say something to soothe her… and had she been smiling then perhaps he would have found it easier… and yet, all he could muster was a feeble shrug as he offered, "That's nice…"
Briennes expression morphed from a frantic and lost type of despair to one of derision… "Nice?" She asked, "You think so?"
He winced, an added, "It's made from the fines silks n the seven kingdoms…"
But, far from helping, the news only made Briennes eyes roll…
"So, if I am to look a fool, at least it shall be an expensively dressed fool."
Jaime stepped further into the room, aware that Brienne had kept her distance by stepping back…
"You don't look a fool," Jamie placated, "You look like a lady."
Brienne stopped pacing and looked at him… then questioned, "A lady?"
Jamie nodded.
She snorted in response, the motion causing her to gasp a little and grasp her pearl-studded corset, "A lady who can hardly breathe…" she muttered before angling a thumb to her back, "This thing has more ribbons than a bloody maypole!"
Jamie laughed, relaxing slightly…
"Give me my armour any day over this…" she gestured to the corset, "this… this… chest cage!"
He moved further into the room, "It accentuates your figure," he placated, trying very hard NOT to notice the curves produced by the tight-fitting garment…
"And these…"Brienne continues, lifting her arms to show the lengths of silk on her sleeves and how they cascaded to the floor, "I shan't be able to reach my sword."
"You are a bride," Jamie reminded her, "you won't need a sword."
Her nose wrinkled, "You recall how the last few regal weddings have fared…"
He had to give her that… "I will protect you," he smiled, puffing out his chest.
"I shall have my sword."
A twinge of excitement spiked through him at the command in her tone, "Granted…"
"And should we be attacked, I would hardly manage an escape, for this!" She swished the waves of silk to reveal a modest train…
"It's tradition for a dress such as this…"
"Is that why this is so high?" She demanded, grasping at the high neck, giving the collar a tug, "It's so tight I can barely…" and with the slightest tug the gentle lace tore at the seam and fell from her throat…
Briennes eyes went wide…
Something inside Jamie thought that he should berate his bride-to-be on damaging such an expensive wedding dress; perhaps he should have been annoyed…
But to see the look on her face as she began to stutter, "Oh… oh, Jamie… I am so sorry…" made all thought cease as he tilted his head…
To his surprise, he looked at the loosened neck-line and approached her stunned form, reaching out to take the torn material in his hand… "Actually," he admitted, "It does look better like that." Then he gave the lace in his hand a firm tug…
The sound of tearing fabric and pearl beading hitting the stone floor was somewhat cathartic as Jamie allowed the feeling of release to wash over him and he looked to Brienne.
She stood there, the high lace neck now torn to the hem of her bodice, shocked into smiling… until something tantalising caught in her eye…
"Well, if we are making adjustments…" she said, bending to the side of her skirt and ripping the silk up the seam… past an ankle… past her knee… resting at the milky skin of her mid-thigh.
She sighed…
"Better?" He asked, his heart quickening slightly…
Brienne took a moment to think… then reached under the sleeve of her left arm and tore out the layered silk to make a slimmer sleeve… "Better…"
Jamie smiled, taking a hold of the right sleeve and ripping at it in the same way as she had.
They both breathed for a moment, a look of elation in their eyes telling that they both knew what was to come before excitedly launching into further destruction, ripping at the train and tearing away silk, lace and pearls until Brienne was left with a modest bodice and slip and both of them were panting from exertion.
The air cooled.
Brienne came back into the moment quicker than Jamie, a flush marking her cheeks as she looked down at the rags she now wore where there had once been the fine silks of a bridal gown…
Jamie felt the need to say something to assure here that everything was going to be alright… but he was breathing so heavily that no words formed.
It was then she had noticed a stray strand of lace lying across her collar and Jamie seized his chance…
"Allow me," he offered, gallantly, as he took the material and gave it a tug.
The thread came loose in slow-motion, tearing in a direction Jamie did not expect, ripping down the side of her bodice and allowing the supple, cream roundness of Briennes right breast to roll to the air…
Time snapped back and she gasped as Jamie quickly cupped her exposed skin, trying to ignore the warm feeling of her in his hand and focus on the rage he was sure to encounter at the turn of events.
As he readied an apology and looked up… he found no rage at all… She was just looking at him; blinking a little more rapidly than usual, but not particularly angry.
She hadn't moved away or motioned for him to unhand her…
So they continued to stand there, both a little frozen, until Brienne closed her ocean eyes, allowed her head to loll back slightly and gave a lustful gasp.
The sound made Jamies insides ache… and, to his surprise, he found the reason for the wonderful excertion was that he had begun to gently massage her – it had been almost automatic, even natural as he felt himself harden and dimly noted how much she enjoyed his touch…
Jamie realised she had never been touched in this way before… Gods! No one had ever truly seen her as a woman and she had never let them!
Blood fired through him – what was she giving him? It was trust and it was faith he would not mistreat her…
It made him want more; it made him ache…
So he had to look at her… he couldn't help it, everything inside him suddenly needed to see the pert breast in his hand and watch the soft pink nipple deepen in shade as he brushed it with the pad of his thumb, making it stand proud at his fingers… so he gave a little pinch…
Brienne made a jerk and gasped again, but she remained in his hand… wanting more…
The thought made Jamies own arousal stir and so he pressed his advantage, now knowing how sensitive she was and thrilling at the thought of what he could show her she was capable of…
He bent to her, supporting her back with his right arm and brigning her closer to him as he spread her in his fingers and took her breast into his mouth, sucking at her as hard as he could…
She groaned, clasping a hand in his hair and fixing him to her as he flicked his tongue over her tight skin.
She was moaning in earnest as he alternated between harsh flicks, softer licks then deep and powerful sucks… Gods! He found he was enjoying this far more than he had anticipated as his cock began to throb and nothing became more important in the world than hearing her gasp and sigh…
It seemed he had been fixed there forever when Brienne hauled him up to crush their mouths together… this arena suited him just as well as he brought his arms around her and pushed his talented tongue into her mouth and pressed his body to hers…
Brienne froze.
Jamie knew why… so he reached for her hand and pressed it against his straining member, trying to convey the idea that she was making him ache as much as he knew she was pulsing now…
Her hand hardly moved, but did flex a little on him, making him sigh into her mouth… Gods, how had he not known how much he wanted this?
His hand rushed up her body and angled her head slightly to allow him to devour her more completely when there was a knock at the door…
"Ser Jamie?"
It was too distant and unimportant as he darted his tongue across the tip of Briennes and explored her mouth , her hand still on his cock, their bodies still pressed together…
"My Lord?" The voice called again…
Jamie growled in frustration, feeling Brienne pull away from him… he'd lost her.
Fuck! He thought, trying to shake his head and force his thoughts into a pattern…
Brienne wet her lips with her tongue; the motion instantly scattering any thoughts he had managed to muster together…
She regarded him, appearing breath taken and severely debauched as she called, "He will be with you presently, squire. Remain outside."
Jamie finally felt the air cool; she wanted him to leave… If nothing else, he supposed, he had probably just scared the maid before him senseless with his ravishing…
Unable to stand the thought of his actions being unwanted, he took a calming breath and stepped away, noticing his obviously engorged erection and considering how he could move discreetly through the corridors to his chamber and deal with it…
And when he looked up he found, to his delight, the focus of Briennes attention was the same as his own…
She blinked, slightly embarrassed he had noticed the look of hunger in her eyes… but it had been there… and it gave him the slightest ray of hope, making him twitch and acknowledge his need to calm himself.
Whisking his cloak about himself, he wrapped it about his body and successfully concealed his condition before calling, "I will be with you," then turning to Brienne and adding, "My Lady."
As he went to pass her and she modestly dipped her head, he found he could not leave her like that, so moved quickly, gathering up her exposed breast once more and taking it into his mouth one last time to roll his tongue about it until she groaned.
He was satisfied she had allowed him this… and it was enough for now…
Besides, he thought, coming in your pants all over the tatters of your betrotheds rejected wedding dress would be a poor show from any man… let alone a Lord of Casterly Rock…
So he kissed her nipple, slipped the breast back into the rags of her torn dress and looked once more at the hazy arousal in her ocean eyes… before he left the room.