A/N I literally want to puke.

Thank God for Fan Fiction.

That is all

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"Tormund is looking at me like he wants to fillet me and gnaw on my dried bones." Jamie whispered in ear. She laughed back and he held her eyes as he grinned into his chalice. "He's very scary."

"I'll protect you." She told him.

"Where would you even sheath a sword in that?" He gestured to her dress, before seeming to get momentarily lost in her form.

"I can think of someplace." She hummed, the dornish wine making her bold. His eyebrows hit his hairline as he stared at her. "Do you think we've been here long enough?"

"Probably not." He told her as she leaned in just a little. He took the hint pressing his mouth to hers and pulling away with a whimper.

"You look gorgeous." He told her. "Slightly defenseless, but gorgeous."

"I can promise you My Lord, I've never been described as either." Her voice was low, and smelled of dornish wine, her hand moving further up his thigh with each sip. He turned towards his younger brother opening his mouth to ask the question.

"A few toasts a few dances and then no one will notice if you leave." Tyrion told him bluntly, without even hearing the question.

"Thank you, Dear Brother." Brienne said over his shoulder, her blue eyes dancing in the candle light.

The Imp tipped his cup to her before commencing with the toast.

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"You must be freezing." Jamie noted as they moved back towards their room. He pulled the cloak tighter around her.

"Not after all the wine." She breathed. He twisted her body and pinned her against the door with his, knowing full well she could free herself. "Is this where you overpower me, fling me down and tear off my clothes?" He rolled his eyes up just a little before, pressing his lips to hers.

"I would like to think I've changed since then." He whispered in her ear.

"I suppose you have." He pressed his lips to her throat and her eyes fluttered. "Can we go inside now?"

He sniffed, moving his hand to the door handle ad letting it slip open and pulling her inside. He moved a fallen twist of jeweled hair from her forehead and gave her a soft smile.

"I never told you how proud I was of you." She swallowed, wrapping her wrist around his right arm before closing her other hand over the top. "I know how hard that was for you to do."

"It's.. " He took a step back towards the bed and looked at her. "I needed to show you. Maybe not you maybe I needed to show myself." He huffed out a laugh and she brought one of her hands to his face. "That I'm leaving it behind. All of it."

His new wife looked at him intently, her other hand slipping out from under his stump and sliding onto the other cheek.

"You don't have to you know." Her voice was hoarse and he watched the tears from in her eyes with interest. "You don't have to leave him behind. I married him too."

"Could have told me that before I stood in front of Winterfell with my stump hanging out." He teased uneasily.

"You're a good man." She told him softly.

"Because of you." He told her softly. "If I'm a good man, it's because of you."

"No." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "You w-" He turned his face then, sealing his mouth over hers with hungry kisses, feeling her body tense with surprise until her hand melted back into his hair and clasped him to her. He pulled at the tie at the nape of her neck and the dress slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. He dropped his head and kissed her softly between her breasts. ''Jamie.."

"There are like 40 buttons on this tunic and Pod did every last one of them." He chuckled at her helplessly. She pulled back slightly her hand grazing his chest.

Jamie grasped her hips with his hand and forearm, meeting her eyes before he slid her undergarments of off them effortlessly. She took a staggered breath before pulling his shirt from his pants before he pushed them off. He clumsily stepped out of them before she pressed him back to the bed. He watched the sudden rush of confidence leave her, it shocked him how fragile she looked before him, her pale skin glowing in the fire light. His lips parted slowly as he watched her chest heave with wild breath.

"Come here." He whispered softly to her, reaching out his hand and pulling her in. "Look at me." He told her, skimming her hip with his lame arm as he pulled her hand to his buttons. She held his eyes as she let one knee settle on each side of him. He brushed her face again, before letting his hand ghost her shoulders before sliding down her back to her hips as she worked the buttons. She pressed her face into his neck as she slid the tunic down each of his arms before he wound them back around her. "We can do this slowly. We have all night." He soothed. "We have forever."

"Jamie?" She breathed again tilting her face back to his. He pressed his forehead into hers and hummed. "Shut up."

"Yes My Lady." Jamie Lannister found better things to do with his mouth.

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