ONE CLICK AWAY

"I suppose that's true, but are you sure you're ok?" Jaime asked, still unable to break contact with her. He cursed himself for ever allowing himself such a distance to her in the first place. Hell, he was more than glad to be back in King's Landing and touching Brienne had quickly turned into his new favourite past time. It was highly addictive and he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. Or ever. He thanked his lucky stars that she had allowed him into her life. He softly caressed her arm while he distanced his face enough so he could look into her sapphire-blue eyes to check for any signs of discomfort or sentiment that would deter her from being absolutely and irrevocably sure of what could be happening.

"Did I tell you that I admire the beard?" Brienne deflected a little bit, her shyness taking over from her previous braver alter ego.

"Oh ... this?" Jaime grinned and ran his fingers through the two-month-old beard he had started to grow during his time away in Essos. It had gotten quite voluminous and grey hair had snuck into it - a fact that Jaime hadn't liked at first when some of his facial hair did show the signs of ageing but there was nothing he could do about it and therefore just ran with it. He had been surprised that no paparazzo had found him in Essos and Melara Heatherspoon hadn't run an entire segment on how his shagginess ruined the handsome Lannister lion. The way he saw it, it only made him more handsome but the yellow press had their very own way of reporting on things - he had learned that the hard way several times over the past years.

"Yeah, it bestows a certain distinction upon you, I quite like it. I'm glad you're running with the fact that you're old ...," as quickly as shy Brienne had appeared, she immediately made room for sassy, flirty Brienne.

"Woman," Jaime all but growled into her ear, "I told you ..."

"Upon closer inspection," Brienne teased, "the salt and pepper in your beard do accentuate your overall handsomeness so ... I support the notion. The beard is approved, if you're planning to keep it, that is..."

"Oh I have every intention to keep it," Jaime said quietly, "I've gotten quite fond of it, actually. No one recognized me in Essos - which is pretty damn impressive if you ask me. I started growing it roughly two and a half months ago. Essosi barbers are the most professional. Too bad I won't be appearing on any red carpet this award season..."

"You won't?"

"Oh, right. I don't think I've told you, yet," Jaime sighed and directed Brienne to her couch. As they both sat down and he once again held her hand, Jaime began to explain:

"Do you remember when I told you that I had injured my arm? That was around the same time I was finally able to break things off with Cersei," mentioning her made Jaime flinch but he collected himself enough to continue, "and I am pretty sure you've gathered that she isn't the type of woman that will easily accept a 'no' so naturally, she didn't. One night I was out for an event - a lacklustre industry party with the same stiff chosen few that attended those events - when a very, very drunk Cersei approached me, whispering profanities and innuendos into my ear. She would not leave me alone and I was not willing to cause a scene in a public space, given that my father and most of my immediate family were also in the same place, so I stepped outside into an alley next to the venue to talk to her, make her understand that there would be no future in which the two of us could and would be together. I intended to tell her that I was done with her - once and for all. I eventually did say all this and Cersei, in her alcohol-induced state, got very angry and drunk-emotional. She suddenly developed unusual strength and pushed me against the wall. I lost my balance and fell onto the ground. Unlucky for me, someone had smashed a glass bottle there sometime before and it cut deep into my arm. Despite her alcohol-induced state, Cersei managed to call an ambulance. I give her that," Jaime said, gritting his teeth.

Brienne just stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked.

"The doctors quickly realized that the damage to my arm was extensive and I was put under and wheeled into the operating room - thankfully, being a Lannister and all, my father was able to elevate the level of care that was given to me and specialists made sure I would eventually be able to regain strength and feeling in my arm. I did get frustrated with it. It would numb very fast and I would have difficulty grabbing things. Tyrion had a field day whenever we were eating together," Jaime grinned.

"Oh Jaime, I had no idea," Brienne whispered.

"Oh, we made sure no one had," Jaime pressed out, "Lannisters do not show weaknesses, this is what my father constantly reminds us about. Why do you think this hasn't been a major story with gossip magazines and shows like Melara Heatherspoon's? We kept it under wraps and just said I had an accident. No one questioned it. We didn't press charges against Cersei, we just made her sign an NDA and she's kept that to this day. Rather impressive, considering."

"I don't know what to say," Brienne said, her voice quiet. Jaime looked into her sapphire-blue eyes and found warmth and concern for him and his safety in them.

"You don't have to, it's been a few months. Remember when I told you that I got the news that I could finally be able to overcome the injury entirely? A physiotherapist in Essos was recommended to me, apparently one of the best, if not the best of them..."

"That's why you went to Essos?" Brienne interrupted him, relieved.

"Yeah, among other reasons, regrettably, one was you," Jaime admitted and soothingly caressed Brienne's arm when a shadow of hurt and discomfort crossed her face, "but that's ok, now ... see, I overwhelmed you. Hell, I even overwhelmed myself. Who was I to just decide for the both of us? That wasn't what we had agreed on and I am sorry that I overstepped. I have, however, not been sitting by idly ..."

Jaime rolled up the sleeve to reveal his injured arm and Brienne tentatively touched his surgical scars and the other ones that he'd undoubtedly received by that broken glass bottle.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's mostly itchy when the weather changes. It rarely happens in Dorne, too hot. Here, rather often. The Stormlands are bad for an injury like that, too. But it does not hurt anymore. The scars will be there, I can't change that. The person that is responsible for them will also be there, I can't change that, either. She's family and she'll likely be around ... but, I can finally fully use my hand again," Jaime got up and closed the distance to her bookshelf in two long strides. He picked up a book and seamlessly balanced it in the hand on his injured side. A sense of pride overcame him as he turned around to beam at Brienne.

"I would have dropped it four months ago. It would have taken me multiple tries to pick it up. Three months ago my hand would still tingle. Today it's at almost 100% - this is as good as it gets. Tyrion will have to laugh at something different now," Jaime joked.

"So at 100%?" Brienne teased and Jaime stopped in his tracks.

"Woman," he growled, "I am telling you why I went to Essos and this is what you have to say?"

"Among other things," Brienne laughed, "I did compliment you on the beard, didn't I?"

"You did," Jaime laughed, reached for Brienne and pulled her into a tight embrace, "that, you did."

The conference room was buzzing with excitement at this unusual time for the entire reporting staff and rapid response members of 'Meet Melara' - the Lannister news bulletin had surprised everyone. No one had seen Jaime Lannister for a few months after he disappeared from King's Landing in what felt like a hurry. Covering the most prominent family in all of King's Landing became increasingly difficult if viewers were interested in anything other than Cersei Baratheon and her wedding and divorce drama - things got repetitive fast. 'Meet Melara' needed new content - and that was that. They needed that content fast.

"What do we have on Jaime?" Melara briskly said upon entering the room, closing the door a little more soundly than necessary.

"No much," her assistant told her, "it's all very mysterious. We were just talking about the tone of the bulletin. It was too friendly. Something's up."

"I agree," another staffer piped in, "and what is up with him tending to his private life? What private life?"

"Could always be Cersei again," another chipped in.

"No, I don't think it's her..."

'I don't either, that's ridiculous!"

"I would hope Jaime is smarter than that!"

"By the Seven, they were together for a long time. He might have missed her, you don't know that!"

"ENOUGH," Melara's voice cut through the discussion like a blade and all eyes were on her, "it is useless to speculate at this point. I noticed the tone and I agree, the sudden need for privacy is weird, given that he was gone for several months. The timing is odd, indeed, but I will want to remind you all that there is a very recent video of Jaime Lannister throwing Cersei out of his home. No ... he was sure then and I don't think that has changed. Something else is up. It's our task to figure it out, we are the best in the game, after all."

"Didn't Tyrion Lannister hint at Jaime seeing someone?"

"NOW you're onto something," Melara grinned and dismissed her staffers. It was time to find out.

"There is one thing about the beard that I am a little worried about," Jaime said and hummed into Brienne's neck contentedly.

"Which ... would be?" she teased and Jaime could feel her small laughter vibrate through him.

"I've never had a beard before when I kissed someone. It could be ticklish..."

"Hmmmmmmm," Brienne hummed.

"Hm?" Jaime decided to test the beard by nibbling on Brienne's neck.

"I see," Brienne gasped, "you have decided to go for a trial run..."

"Do you remember when you tripped in that restaurant because your foot got caught in that damn strap of your shopping bag?" - Another nibble. - "And do you remember how you fell into me?" - Another nibble. He had changed sides. - "And do you remember when you were pressed flush against my body, almost as you are right now?" - Another nibble and Brienne's face reddened.

"I do."

"I would be lying if I said I didn't have very ... very ... indecent thoughts about you ever since," Jaime confessed and stopped his ministrations to look into her darkening sapphire-blue eyes.

"That's,..." Brienne gulped in anticipation, "nice to hear."

"Nice to ... woman!" Jaime growled and finally, oh finally, pressed his mouth onto hers. Her entire life Brienne had thought that there was little to no livelihood that anyone would be kissing her - passionately, she conceded with a rapidly fogging mind - let alone someone she had 'met' on the internet, on a dating site of all places. No one had ever shown this level of interest in her, displayed raw and honest feelings toward her. She wanted this, oh so very much. And she wanted the man that was currently sliding his tongue into her mouth.

"Fuck," Brienne cursed and Jaime chuckled and his laughter crawled across her skin, the sensation of him being so close to her made her feel very aware of his scent, his nearness, the heat of his body and the fact that he was very obviously turned on.

"I was hoping we'd get to that part, I am not going to pretend otherwise," Jaime grinned, "ever since I had the first very indecent thoughts about you ... they involved your legs..." Jaime detached himself a little from her to be sure that she felt comfortable and at ease with what he was saying.

"Oh," was all Brienne managed to say.

"... and how they would feel when I use my tongue all over them, slowly kissing my way up to where you'd want me to be..."

"Jaime!" Brienne breathed heavily in response, her rapidly beating heart fluttering almost painfully in her chest. Her entire stomach was filled with butterflies and a new and different kind of arousal sent shockwaves into her core.

"I told you I would be ok with a little worshipping," his cheeky grin had her laughing nervously. To prove the point he made earlier, he grinned widely and slowly - excruciatingly so - opened the first button of her fitted white and blue striped blouse which laid bare her collarbone.

"Beautiful..."

Desperate for more contact, Brienne slowly ran her hands through his soft hair, the warmth of his scalp warming her fingertips. Could he feel the currents running through her body, through her limbs, through her fingers? Did he feel them crossing over to him upon contact? Did he feel how much she longed for closeness, for contact, for him to love her? She wasn't certain but surely he must realize, must feel ...

"Sorry it took me so long to get back, sorry I went to Essos, sorry I just disappeared," Jamie suddenly pleaded with her to forgive him but she only shook her head, slowly.

"You're here now," Brienne replied softly, "you're here now, and you're mine!"

"I do like the sound of that," Jaime croaked, his voice breaking. He focused on the important task of opening the rest of the buttons of her blouse, touching the patches of skin he uncovered as he went down and Brienne felt as if the places which he had touched were burning up. She squirmed a little under his touch, it was too much and too little at the same time and she could feel a familiar wetness pooling in her panties. It did not help that Jaime wore a knee-weakening smirk whenever he realized just how attuned to his touch she already was. He slowly pushed her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms until it fell onto the ground with a small sound and Brienne stood before him in a simple white bra that covered her small but rounded breasts.

"Now," Jaime kissed her left shoulder and her throat, "I am very content to continue to slowly undress you," he changed to the right side and nibbled on her earlobe which caused Brienne to barely stifle a moan, "very content to be honest, but I would not mind if it were your turn next..."

"I would ... I would not be opposed to that," Brienne breathed. Jaime took a step back and wordlessly lifted both of his arms so that she could peel him out of his sweater and t-shirt. Taking in his toned chest Brienne couldn't help but noticed that he must have spent many hours outside for he had a healthy and even tan underneath the small patches of curly golden hair. Brienne could see his eyes darken even further when she shyly looked into his eyes, fighting the urge to cross her arms in front of her. She didn't even know why she would need to protect herself. The man in front of her was someone she irrevocably and inexplicably trusted. He would never mock her for how she looked, how she laughed, how she felt and how she loved. She just knew he would not.

She stepped back into his proximity, slipping her arms around his body and breathing in his scent.

It was her who attacked his lips with a fierceness she had never before felt with anyone and it was her who let her tongue sneak into his mouth, small shy strokes, then a rather fierce duel that had both of them panting within moments. Their tongues pressed, teased, duelled with each other until Brienne had to surface for air, breathing heavily.

Jaime pressed his erection into her thigh and her eyes widened. He wanted it, he wanted her. She was turning him on.

"Did I tell you that I enjoy those work pants?" Jaime grinned and hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her black slacks, jerking her forward with a sudden jolt.

"You...," Brienne breathed, "no, you haven't told me."

"Well, I am telling you now," Jaime growled, "and I am also telling you that these need to come off. Now!"

"Jaime," she panted, her lips swollen from just a few kisses.

"We should probably take this somewhere more comfortable. I appreciate that your couch is right here, but I think it would be better to have a little more ... space," Jaime concluded and if Brienne thought her blush could not intensify further, she was wrong. All of her felt overheated, she felt like she would burst with excitement and happiness at any time now. Despite the newness of it all, knowing how much he wanted her made her forget all the feelings of inadequateness and insecurity she had ever had. She trusted him and she trusted him to make her feel good. To make this good.

"Lead the way," Jaime said quietly and the feeling of trust empowered Brienne to feel a surge of boldness again, despite her half-nakedness. She felt seen and she felt ... loved (was it too early for that? Probably, but she didn't care!) and nothing else mattered at this point. So she slowly led him toward her bedroom, thanking the Seven that she had meticulously cleaned her entire apartment just days earlier. Not that it mattered because Jaime looked at her like she had hung the sun and the stars, never breaking the contact they had established, softly squeezing her hand for reassurance.

"Do you have ..." Jaime began a question and Brienne sensed what he was about to ask her just from the slightly insecure way he looked at her. Jaime Lannister, insecure. She would have plenty of opportunities to remind the proud lion of this very occasion later. She grinned.

"What's so funny?"

"'s nothing," she lied unconvincingly, and when they reached her bedroom, she quietly opened the lowest of the three drawers of her bedside table and retrieved an unopened box of condoms.

"Margaery and Sansa got them for me a couple of months back. I don't even remember why they thought this was a good idea or even remotely ... appropriate ... but ..."

"... but aren't you glad they did?" Jaime smirked.

"I don't know yet, do tell," Brienne teased and Jaime growled in response. Without a warning, he yanked her onto the bed and made quick work of her black work slacks, not bothering to take it slowly this time. Brienne gasped at the sudden coolness of the air surrounding her while Jaime took her all in: There she was, lying down on her bed, dressed in a matching set of white bra and panties, her fair freckled skin flushed, her lips still slightly swollen and her hair mussed. Jaime crawled on top of her and found her lips for one more hungry kiss that had her panting within seconds and Jaime then kissed his way down her throat. His hand started to cup her small and taut breast and a moan slipped out of Brienne's mouth. Arousal and need quickly jumped to the foreground of her needs and she pulled Jaime closer. She needed him closer, closer, so much closer. As he descended onto the small mound of her breast with a nibble of his teeth, Brienne was gone. Arousal and need filled her senses and she arched up against him, lifting her upper body off the bed.

"Jaime, I need..."

"Yes, Brienne?" Jaime breathed, "what do you need?"

"You. I want you. I need you. NOW!"

"Oh ... so demanding. Trust me, I want you, too. But if you keep doing this...," he lazily pulled the bra off her left breast and licked over her nipple which solicited a string of heavy and rather loud moans from Brienne, "this will over sooner than we both want. I don't know about you, but I want this to last as long as possible. And you're making this very hard ... gods, you smell so good! How do you smell so good?"

"Shut up and kiss me," Brienne commanded breathlessly.

"Good call," Jaime obliged and their tongues duelled again but it wasn't enough to satisfy both their needs and they were acutely aware of it as Jaime's erection pressed more firmly into Brienne's thigh.

"You're awfully clothed," Brienne joked.

"Another good call," Jaime grinned and retreated briefly to take off his fitted jeans. As he crawled back onto her, distributing hot sloppy kisses on her legs and her stomach as he worked his way up, Brienne started to wiggle impatiently. Her sapphire-blue eyes had darkened and they appear deeper and even more intriguing than before. Jaime was sure he would have to be careful not to drown in them, especially now, as they were darkened from lust and desire and Brienne's vision appearing to be a little unfocused as she started to touch him, roam his body, touch his arms, play with the hair on his chest and firmly pulling him down toward a passionate and demanding kiss. When they broke their connection once more, Brienne resumed roaming his body, watching his reactions and looking at him in wonder, still not believing that she was getting to do this. She was exposed to him, open and vulnerable, as was he, open and vulnerable and oh so very much more naked than anyone she had ever allowed this close. Even with experience totalling up to little to nothing, Brienne's instincts told her to let him know how much she was turned on. At this point, she was sure that he would probably be able to smell her arousal as it continued to seep through her white panties.

Jaime looked at her with nothing short of lust, not shying away from letting her see that he wanted her. The evidence of it was currently pressing against her, the moisture of his pre-cum seeping into the soft material of his boxer briefs. He was turned on and he let her know.

Brienne gasped at the intimacy of his glances and instinctively moved even closer to him than before and nervously licked her lips. Sensing her timidness, Jaime resorted to making her feel good; making sure that she was enjoying this - even more than he was enjoying it. She deserved to be worshipped - he had not been kidding!

"Get on top of me," Jaime breathed and when Brienne nodded, he flung them around with a swift motion so that she was straddling him, the new position creating beautiful friction of his cock against her.

He moaned.

"Fuck."

Instinctively, Brienne rolled her hips forward, pressing down on his swelling erection. She was thrilled that she was able to do this to him, a beautiful sexy man was in her apartment, in her bed, they were both almost naked and the roll of her hips had him excited. She grinned wickedly and then laughed. In response, Jaime began to knead her buttocks in a steady rhythm that had her panting again within a few strokes. Brienne's thighs contract and release around his thighs, the glorious friction continued and she started breathing heavily through her nose, the air coming in and out in short audible puffs. Her pants got faster, more aggressive, more urgent by the minute and both of them were getting more turned on by every movement they made. All shyness was forgotten, Brienne nibbled on his bottom lip and lightly bit down on it, swallowing Jaime's protest with another passionate bruising kiss and a moan that resonated inside her mouth.

Eventually, she was forced to break the kiss, gasping for air and found Jaime panting underneath her.

"We need to get the rest of these clothes off," Jaime said, matter-of-factly. At this point he wasn't sure how long he would be able to last with her moving against her like this it would be sweet torture for him, especially given that he hadn't had sex for more than a year. Something in the back of his mind reminded him that she lacked experience and that he needed to make it enjoyable and good for her. He tentatively rubbed her clit through her sodden underwear and sent shivers all over her body. She was ready, more than. He still needed to be sure.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes. Yes, Jaime, I am sure."

With no further confirmation needed, Jaime slid his fingers into her sodden underwear and Brienne stifled a moan.

"Don't," Jaime hummed softly, "I want to hear you. I need to know that I make it good for you."

"Oh, 's good," Brienne moaned, "do not stop."

"Don't really intend to, but there is this one thing that I should do first, " Jaime grinned and sat up further, his left hand behind her back and his right hand opening the clasp of her bra, slowly taking off the garment and throwing it away carelessly, "see, this was important."

"So many words," Brienne teased him and he growled. Jaime wordlessly gestured her to lay back down onto the bed and hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he pulled them down her long legs and discarded them as carelessly as her bra and pants.

"So fucking wet," Jaime commented after carefully pushing a finger inside of her and his thumb against her clit.

"I need ... I need ... I need," Brienne panted.

"I know," Jaime responded and inserted a second finger into her.

"Oh gods, Jaime!"

"Yes?" he grinned, sheepishly. He tremendously enjoyed her receptive reactions to his ministrations, how she instantly gave him feedback on whether he was on the right track to give her pleasure.

"Jaime, I ... I never ... no one has ...," Brienne tried to explain but Jaime silenced her with a simple look and a soft shake of his head. Now was not the time to be bitter about the past, it was time to enjoy the start of the future. Without premonition, Jaime pressed his mouth onto her clit and Brienne saw stars the second he started suckling. The aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her as he lightly kissed her clit and stomach, gently easing her down from her high.

"Oh, wow," Brienne gasped as the aftershocks subsided.

"That was ..."

"Whoa!"

"Yeah, whoa!"

"We haven't even ..."

"I know..."

"I want you, Jaime, I want you so much. Please. Please?"

He quickly put on the condom while Brienne watched, her eyes pleading and hungry for more.

"I don't know how long I can last," Jaime admitted ruefully, "it's been a while. And with the way you just ... did THAT ..."

"Jaime," she said softly, "I want you."

Jaime crawled up to her, and careful not to hurt her, despite her wetness and the continuing small aftershocks of her orgasm, he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock and nudged and pushed before finally slipping inside with one long stroke. The pain was minimal and momentary, Brienne flinched for a second and after a wordless exchange between them and her assurance to be ok, Jaime began to move. It was oh so so good, so good so fast that Brienne's head began to thrash violently from side to side after just a few strokes of his cock inside of her.

Brienne's mouth was open, panted breaths audible for the both of them as the bedroom basked in the light of the afternoon sun.

Just then Jaime decided to suck on her breast, drawing it into his mouth and all Brienne was capable of doing was to dig her fingernails into his back, urging him on, more, more more, unable to prevent a cry that fell from her lips the second Jaime slightly shifted his weight in order to free a hand which he chose to bring in between their bodies, starting to get slick with their sweat, and to slowly push down on her clit. He moved slowly at first but soon realized that the added ministrations of his hand had Brienne dangerously hovering over the edge. He could feel her hands in his hair and then on his back, urging him on, pulling him closer and then she lifted her legs just a little higher for the added friction and it was all it needed to push her over the edge once again, with him following after a couple of sloppy thrusts, collapsing onto her while she stroked his hair, slowly coming down from her own orgasm. After a few minutes, he conceded that he was probably too heavy for her and got up, carefully disposing of the condom in her ensuite bathroom. Brienne remained on the bed, happy and sated and watched him (and particularly his ass, although she would never admit to it!) go into the bathroom and return to her, fully comfortable in his nakedness, smirking as he caught her staring.

"Like what you see?" The answering eye roll he received had him laughing heartily, "I deserved that one." Jaime snuggled next to her and realized she had started to shiver ever so slightly. He lifted the comforter and the blanket and slipped under them right after Brienne, pulling her into a tender embrace.

"You ok?" He asked, tentatively.

"More than ok, honestly," Brienne replied, internally still unable to fully process the strange yet wonderful turn her life had made in mere hours.

"Good, I'm glad," Jaime said and as their breathing evened, Brienne suddenly started to giggle. What started as some small giggles quickly turned into a resounding laugh that rippled through her and had her shaking violently. Jaime just looked at her, questioningly and as she finally calmed down enough to answer the wordless question in her eyes, she just said: "We didn't even go on a first date!"