*** WARNING - explicit until the end of the chapter - skip and I will recap in the next - thanks - Whispers
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Jamie stretched out in a languid self-indulgence.
The dawn smelled of heat and spent passion… and Jamie sighed in contentment, deciding Briennes abandoned pillow was somehow far more pleasant than his own; he tucked it beneath his cheek and inhaled…
He had never truly had the time to relax in the completion of such extensive love-making.
Jamie huffed… he still considered such varied and passion-filled, undignified, glorious and exquisite moments as love…
His siblings would simply label the night he had shared with the Maid of Tarth as an extremely good fuck.
Extremely good…
And though his brother and sister would look on Jamie as naïve, he thought, perhaps the truth of it was… they had never really loved those with whom they shared such intimacy.
But it was love he felt. It was trust to be so vulnerable… it was pride in bringing pleasure to another… it was joy in feeling that pleasure rebound and it was ecstasy that two people could share one heartbeat, one sensation and one need… one perfect moment of clarity together; when the heart pauses, the soul brakes and becomes whole in the one you are with.
Jamie snorted; and Tyrion considered himself the romantic in the family.
He laughed and wriggled his face into the pillow; how was it that even Briennes sweat smelled pleasant and inviting?
Gods he had never known such sweet hedonism... to allow the aftermath to soak through him so completely…
He had always been rushed out of the room before anyone should become suspicious…
This morning, however, after his night with Brienne, neither of them had a care or a place to be. They had shared the time before dawn, wrapped in a tangle of limbs and sweated hair; Jamie would have let it remain like that much longer…
So where was she?
It must, surely, have been mid-day by this point… Perhaps his bride-to-be was out hunting as she had always proved, during their travels, she was unable to sleep once the sun had risen.
He smiled, smugly… she had risen somewhat later than usual on this morning… thanks to Jamies hard and fulfilled work…
Jamie supposed Tyrion was right to despair… what had this wench made of him?
Perhaps another lowly man may have taken what she had so closely guarded and bragged… but Jamie was honoured and felt a deep sense of pride and attraction to know he had been the first to claim her…
It was something basic in him to now think of her as his… but as he drifted back into slumber he fondly recalled the night that led him to this point of surrender…
After he had told her he would make her come, Brienne had growled and pushed them both over on her mattress to kick his legs open and pin his arms above his head.
"I believe, long ago, you told me you could hold me down… Lannister…"
Jamie struggled against the tight grip on his wrists, feeling a panic rise up in his chest until his eyes met hers; and her look was one of sparkling elation.
Gods, his insides melted… joy must have shone from his very skin as he all but tingled with anticipation. And, from somewhere within him, he felt a rush and managed to flip them round on the bed, slapping Brienne slightly back down on the floor.
The look on her face made him hard… she liked this this… she liked being pinned beneath him…
And then his feelings raced from floating in his chest to rushing through his blood; she was his and he was hers and there was a chance to show how much this meant to him…
He hurried to kiss her, not pressing her head back but allowing her to push back up and thrust her tongue into his mouth as her hand grasped the nape of his neck and pressed his head down to her.
Jamie rotated his hips making sure to give a an extra push at the centre and feeling such gratification at her gasp that he did it again and again until the simple, short exhalation wasn't enough and he needed to hear more…
His hand hurried to loosen the tunic she wore, determined to reach the flesh that had brought her such pleasure before, that he scrambled to haul the fabric up and over her head before bringing his lips down on a vulnerable, pert nipple…
Brienne gave a cry and Jamie thought he couldn't grow any harder than he was as he sucked and licked at the helpless skin until she was moaning and straining against him…
Gods he tried to contain himself as he felt her break free and haul his face to hers where she delivered another searing kiss and displayed her prowess for learning, rotating her pelvis into him with such exquisite tease he involuntarily jerked forward, longing to be inside her.
"Are you enjoying being on top?" She asked, biting his lip…
And Jamie could find no counter… he was enjoying it but then… "I want to be with you, Brienne…" he admitted, "if you want that too… however you want it… I will oblige."
While she thought… he couldn't resist and with a quick explanation of, "I think you like this," he sealed his lips over her other, straining nipple and sucked with all his might.
Gods her sighs and mewls made him feel immortal himself; but the strength he felt was wholly dependant on the pleasure he gave her… so, bracing himself on his golden hand, he reached to pull up her tunic, thrilling to discover she did not wear her jodhpurs...
The movement made Brienne gasp and pull away.
"Trust me…" he soothed, "you will like it, I promise. Just let me touch you…" and he continued to pull at her clothes as she wriggled, half-heartedly…
She was uncertain… Jamie knew it and could think of nothing to say to convince her…
So he asked, "Are you wet?"
Brienne stiffened slightly, "No."
But she allowed him to continue moving his hand up her naked thigh, inching to her centre as he sighed in relief, feeling the warmth there…
"Feels wet to me…" he replied, smugly, kissing her but not pressing any advantage until he had devoured her mouth and left her breathless…
She relaxed beneath him…
"Please…" he begged.
Briennes sapphire eyes met his and she bit her lip to give him a nod.
It was all he required, determined to feel her and let her feel what he was able to do to bring her pleasure… so he let his fingers find her, the shock of her allowing him such intimacy almost an ecstasy in itself as he gently explored and massaged her, feeling each flex and pulse as he gripped him and pulled him closer, her breath at his throat…
Brienne tightened and threw her head back on the pillow as she came.
The moment could have lasted centuries.
Jamie, not wanting it to end, lingered inside her… feeling her muscles relax and tighten, even moisten in the want of more.
Brienne breathed.
And he, heady in the accomplishment of her orgasm, smiled to watch her roll her eyes before lifting her head to look at him…
And she was… so he had to say it… "You are beautiful."
So before there was a chance for her to grimace or rebuff the compliment, he kissed her once more, thrusting his fingers back to their target and pulsing enough to bring a second, more delicious, convulsion that outdid the first by far.
Brienne gushed and smiled to him, tightening her grip… "You are a demon," she concluded, "or at the very least a sprite intent on my ruin…"
And Jamie, head so high in the clouds he felt the earth miles beneath him laughed and rolled to her side… "How so, My Lady?"
She gave a grin so wide and delightful he felt his want for her stir against her skin and moved his teeth to gently nibble her waist…
Brienne bucked slightly before settling closer to him as he moved his attention over her hip and to her naval… "Is it because I am a thing of mystery to you?" He asked, watching her lock her arms above her head and arch her back to press her flesh up to meet his mouth. He rewarded her plea by scrolling his tongue about her naval, shifting to move her legs either side of him to rest between her.
"Am I an elf?" He asked, moving his circling tongue lower, feeling his heart clench when her fingers wound into his hair, giving a little push to his target… so how could he refuse?
Still inviting and still ready, she waited for him as he asked, "Or am I a thing of mystery?"
Her nails drove into his scalp as she breathed, "You are not so complicated, Jamie Lannister…"
"Really?" He asked in amusement, and moved forward to let his hum of consideration resonate on her.
She bucked, her breath coming quicker than before as she held him there and he proceeded to kiss and suck until her legs buckled…
Jamie was painfully hard, but so blissfully satisfied, caressing and bringing Brienne to the precipice time and time again…
He was content to remain in this place for hours; Brienne had other ideas…
Dragging Jamie up her body, Brienne undulated beneath him and ably rolled him onto his back, leaning back on her knees and bracing his body with hers… intent on one item in particular…
There was a pause as Jamie tried to swallow back the tension he felt…
She didn't know what she wanted to do…
His heart swelled and he called, "Brienne," snapping her out of her frozen state, "we don't have to-"
She grabbed his cock… with a little too much enthusiasm, so Jamie gave a yelp.
"Sorry!" She said…
He tried to relax and enjoy the firm, strong hold and nodded cautiously, "It's ok… just do what feels natural…"
But she seemed to panic that little bit more…
He couldn't lose this moment again; Jamie moved his hands to her knees, guiding her to kneel over him before placing his golden hand on her hip and angling himself with his other…
Gods but they were so close… he could feel her heat hovering above him… and she still hesitated.
Beyond the haze of desire, the need to be within her, Jamie felt his want insignificant to the wish of pleasing her, so he thought, with disappointment, he could sort himself out later and soothed, "Brienne, we don't have to…"
The sudden feeling of being inside her was beyond Jamies ability to articulate as Brienne settled above him, entirely enveloping him and holding him within her.
Jamie held his breath, waiting as she settled about him and gritting his teeth as she began to rock and swirl above him… finally finding a comfortable rhythm that caused her to fold forward and grip his chest as he felt her ride him and she bounced about until he finally released, safe in the knowledge she came soon after.
Gods; he loved that feeling.
And the last thing he thought before Brienne rested by his side and half laid over him, was of how peaceful it was to not be concerned who my find them or how quickly he had to leave…
Brienne fell to sleep on his chest as their sweat cooled and Jamie delighted in the afterglow, allowing the night to claim him as well.
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It must have been closing on midday when Jamie finally decided to dress and venture out of the tent and look for his fiancée; Brienne was nowhere to be seen.
With little else to do for hours in a sunny afternoon, Jamie picked up his sword and began his regular combatant exercises of the day, trying not to think of his previous night's exploits without a self-satisfied grin and growing harder the more he tried to distract himself.
Jamie drove his sword into the ground; surely having claimed her, she would not burn so in his blood!
But, by the Gods, having taken her maidenhead, the Wife of Tarth bewitched him all the more…
She was so tight and wanting…
Jamie shook himself; he was obsessed!
And where was she?!
Hooves sounded in the background and Jamie turned, a little too eagerly, to see… Podrick, arriving at the campsite…
Disappointment spiked, bitterly, through him as he acknowledged, "Pod."
"My Lord," the squire nodded with an unanticipated respect and dismounted his steed with an urgency that Jamie paid a little more attention, "Where is the Lady Brienne"
Not wanting to admit his uncertainty, Jamie answered, "In the woodland," then shrugged, "she will return presently… why do you ask?"
The lad paled at the question, gulping and fidgeting with his gloves, "I should find her."
Fear jumped into Jamies throat and he used his full height to insist, "Podrick, tell me what is wrong."
The squire worried a moment longer before meeting his eye, "Murder, my Lord…"
What?
"Murder amongst the wedding party."
Jamie was stunned…
Then he angered; where was Breinne?!