I wasn't sure if I should leave you all on a cliffhanger of sorts and I had doubts about splitting the wedding in two parts while I was writing it but it was how I had originally planned it and I thought it was best to stick with it instead of risking a change and possibly delaying the update further whilst I tried to organise it.

Anyways, much more Jaime and Lorraine goodness -enjoy!

Lorraine

My first act as lady Lannister, apparently, was to get drunk at my own wedding. I had never had such a high tolerance for alcohol -us Marbrands are known for not being able to hold our ale, but this was new.

It seems I had over estimated the power of my nerves and am in fact, nervous of what is to come. Jaime did not touch his wine after he had seen me down my own goblet, which I was thankful for -one of us had to keep his wits about him. He chose to ignore me, and though I felt a myriad of things all at once in my hazy state I mostly felt gratitude towards him for that. It was a small kindness, I did not want to have to look at him and lie anymore.

He waited a long time, my husband, and the hall had mostly cleared out -my father being the first to go. Yes, I don't suppose my father would want to stick around long enough to see me escape the hall with my husband and think of us heading to our chambers. What a strange thing, our chambers. I suppose there was no use in having separate chambers here, since we would be leaving the coming afternoon. But still it felt strange that I would not be spending my last night in Ashemark in my own room.

Lost in thought I was startled almost out of my seat by a foreign hands grasping at my shoulder. I looked up to find Addam, strangely silent tonight, looking down at me with a tired smile.

"Margot and I shall retire for the night. I'll see you in the morning, yes?" He kissed my head as he made to leave, muttered out a congratulatory statement to Jaime as he struggled not to stumble down the stairs. Margot quickly clasped hands with me as she excused herself with Addam. And now it was just my husband and I on the dais.

He waited a few more minutes, and they seemed to drag on far longer than even I had hoped. Turning to me finally, I could almost hear Jaime audibly gulp down as he uttered out,

"I think it's time to retire, my lady. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." There it was. It was time. And I could not afford to be resentful about it, for he has waited as long as he could. Perhaps he thought that at some point in the evening we would leave at my suggestion and has during all this time been waiting for me. The time to redeem myself has gone now, and it was his call to make. We were so far into the night I suspect that he's fully sober now -even I was starting to feel my alcohol-induced haze wear off. I was not sure if that should worry me.

We shuffled out of our seats and made our way out of the hall with my hand loosely in his, but once we had made our exit he slowly let my hand slide out of the shell he had made for it and I walked slightly behind him in silence. I noted that it was strange that I was being lead to my new chambers in my own home by a guest, but I kept myself steady. All the way down the halls and up two flights of stairs Jaime only looked at me once when I accidentally missed my step. When we finally got the the door, one that I noted was directly above my father's, we both stood breathing for a moment -his back still to me. He unlatched the door and pushed it open, stepping inside to check on something -Gods know what, and he finally turned to face me then.

His expression was far softer than I thought it would be. I got the impression my behaviour during the festivities was not what he had expected and I am sure I was more than remiss to my husband. But he looked at me now like he understood. Like, despite everything I had done to try and mask what had been worrying me, he could sense I was nervous. He extended his hand over the threshold to me and I could not help but eye it suspiciously before taking it. Some kind of weight seemed to physically fall of his shoulders at my reciprocation and he motioned for me to step into the room as he stepped back even further. It was then and there that I finally decided that whatever happened tonight, I would be fine. This man cared me, and he did not deserve to be married to someone that would cower to such a trivial physical thing. This had to be done, it had to be done right, and it had to be done thoroughly -and I will not be the one hindering it.

My eyes scanned the room and I noted that it was larger than my old chambers, which was a given. I had never required much space so I preferred the smaller room and left the larger one for our guests. This room though, was done up quite nicely, I didn't know Ashemark went out of its way or to this extent to accommodate newly wed couples. Candles lined the room faintly and orange silks draped from the ceiling like clouds of amber. The room was colourful, but what stood out was the marriage bed which was -to my dread, made up in bright white. I blushed as I thought of the evidence of our upcoming act left there in the morning, for all the staff to see.
At least they will know I was brave enough to do it.

I did not realise I was looking around so aimlessly until I felt a sudden heat behind me. It was Jaime, for who else could it be? We were alone. As we would be together for a long time. To my surprise, I felt his hot fingers scrape across my shoulders as he draped my hair aside to expose where my neck met my shoulder and place a hot damp kiss right in that very spot. Still unmoving, something inside me shook and melted at the contact and my eyes closed momentarily before I remembered myself. As his hands wandered freely around my back and I felt a gentle tug at the ribbons of my gown I felt his face brush up against my neck and he finally settled his lips by my ear,

"Take of your clothes, wife."

And in one swift move I felt the ribbons at my back come undone and his heat had been removed from my body. I did not know what was in store for me, but I was slowly coming to realise that my husband was a wicked, wicked man.

Jaime

He had not really wanted it to be anything other than sweet, their consummation. But she had angered him so during their wedding feast that he almost thanked the Gods she was a mute, for if she spoke to him he would have said something to hurt her. He was a little glad that he was still able to feel that way, that this thing with Lorraine was not merely a dream or delusion. He had felt it before when she had argued with him about leaving King's Landing, and he felt it again on his wedding day of all days, but even with the slightly gratifying feeling that his feelings for her may be as long-term as he had promised it still did not do enough to erase that he was fuming at her behaviour.

That being said, one look at her was all it took for Jaime to understand why she was being so infuriatingly stubborn and silent. She was scared, nervous. She could not possible know that Jaime was worried for her too, that he wanted to not only not make it hurt but to somehow get her to enjoy it. He knew it was a long shot for the first time, so he had planned on being gentle. But now, finding himself alone with her and noting the way the candle light danced around her in that damned white dress, he did not know how he would contain himself.

She still had her back to him, he imagined she would be a little shell-shocked at hearing him say what he had just said in such a depraved way. He had undone her ribbons, which was half the job itself, but she had yet to do anything else to remove her gown. But still, Jaime decided to that he would patiently wait for the last time that night.

Sensing his burning stare on her back, she finally started moving -to Jaime's relief. She started with the flimsy lace in her hair, and she set it down carefully on a nearby chair. Then she moved one arm out of her long sleeve and then the other, then slowly pulled the gown down her body so she was left only in her shift. She still did not move to face him, but the candlelight glowed through her shift and he could clearly see the outline of her body. Her figure was tight and curved, only lightly touching the shift and he could make out where were thighs met. He breathed in deep to reign in his control once more, you can't just attack her. He knew he had to take his time. He had to take things slowly. He had to do this right, he had to do this thoroughly.

"Turn around" He whispered hoarsely. She obeyed with her arms crossed where her breasts would have been visible to him, her eyes staring aimlessly at something to Jaime's left.

"Look at me, Lorraine." He said softly, and she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his.

Her expression surprised him, for she was not scared. She looked back at him steadily, and it reminded him of the first night he had met her. She did not cower to him nor did she display any nerves, she looked unafraid and sure. And beautiful, he reminded himself, breathtaking.

"Let me look at you." He ordered. And without her earlier hesitation she dropped her hands to her side and now he faintly see her breasts through her shift, round and ample and alive with her breath. Even with the display she had on and how she was giving off the idea that it was not affecting her Jaime knew she felt exposed. And so he decided to level the field and proceeded to remove his boots, doublet and tunic until he was left in only his breaches -that were unashamedly tightly containing his arousal.

Her eyes explored him, and he suddenly felt smug with the knowledge that he was not entirely unpleasant to look at -especially in this state. His cockiness was the only thing to protect him from worrying that he would not be to her liking.

He took the first step towards her and to his surprise she did not flinch. She kept her eyes steadily on him and when he finally came to wrap his arms around her back he felt how stiff she was -how in control she was trying to be. And Jaime knew a thing or two by now about how to loosen her up. He kissed her. Not at all like he did in the Sept. No, he kissed her fervently, he kissed her wildly, and she took him off guard by wrapping her arms around his neck and accepting him readily. He licked her lips, hoping for her to accept his tongue but it seems she did not take the hint. He pressed his tongue more forcefully against her closed lips until she made way for him and he took his time exploring and tasting what her mouth would allow. All the while his hands roamed over her shift and he could feel the heat emit off her body and her temperature rise with his feverish kisses. In turn, her hands ventured down his smooth back and to the taut muscles of chest. When he bit her lip he elicited a breathy moan from her and Jaime stilled at the sound of her voice. He would have to get used to hearing that if he was to have any success in his dutiful endeavors.

He moved back slightly with his hands still on her back, looking at her. Her mouth was still slightly agape and her lips were now bruised with his passion. She was searching for something, something more, than what he had given her. And he was all too ready to give her more, it was rare enough for someone else's wants to align perfectly with his.

He tightened his grip on her shift and swiftly pulled it up, leaving her as naked as her name day. Her skin glowed in the delicate light and Jaime ventured to graze his fingers against her neck. He moved his fingers then down to her collarbone, stroking the bone slightly and she shivered in response. He moved down even further to her breasts, not even knowing what to do with something as perfect as those. He thanked the corsets and Western dresses she wore silently as they seemed to have kept her breasts perfectly round and in shape and her nipples pebbled at his touch but still, she did not look away. Lorraine looked at him eagerly as he explored every inch of her he could get his hands on and when he was content with his final examination he leaned in to her, his chest giving heat to hers, and kissed her collar bone. When he grazed his teeth lightly upon it she hurriedly grabbed his shoulders to steady herself and he could not help the wolfish grin he kept to his face as he knew that now he surely had an effect on her.

He bent down slightly and rose back up to carry her naked form in his arms. As he made his way towards their shamefully white bed he kissed her over and over, never wishing for her lips to leave his. He knew she liked it, kissing. And he knew it would help her relax. That's all she needs, he thought to himself, she just needs to relax.

When he finally got to the bed he lay her down on the soft linen and stepped away to undress himself fully. Before he could do that he got caught in her lazy gaze as she eyed him from the bed, looking every bit of the minx men silently wished for. She wore a faint smile, and if Jaime did not know better he would think his smugness had rubbed off slightly on his little wife. He kept his eyes engaged with hers as he removed his breeches. And knowing Lorraine's stubbornness he knew she would not spare a glance to his impressive length -she knew it was there, so he dove back in to join her on their bed for the night.

He kissed her once more, slowly this time, and her tongue rose to meet his. Wrapping his hand around her back he pulled her father up the bed so that she now lay in the middle of the bed with him on top of her.

It was torture to Jaime, being fully naked and still not being inside her. She had opened up to him like a flower and had her legs instinctually open for him -but he knew he could not yet do it. He moved his lips down her neck and chest until his mouth met her breasts and he took her taut nipple in his mouth as he massaged the other with his good hand. She squirmed underneath him and despite her initial move to push him away by the shoulders he knew he was doing something right. Her hands failed her and moved back up to the pillows as her body opened up to him even further.

He was painfully erect at this point and longed for some kind of friction against her warm body. He freed her breast from his tantalising hand and moved it down slowly until it reached her hot centre and he slicked a finger between her folds. To his surprise she was wet, for him. He assumed she must be taken by surprise as well at the sudden moisture she felt as she stilled for a moment at the contact. Or perhaps it was because she had never been touched there before. Jaime felt something akin to pride at the knowledge that Lorraine was not something he had to share, she was his entirely. It was petty of him to think it, but it was a thought that crossed him many times when he was with Cersei. Would it really be fair of him to take joy in the fact that he was the only to have Lorraine when she wasn't the only one to have him?

Returning his head back to Lorraine's face he looked down upon her, her dark hair a pool of tar on the pillow and her eyes now hooded with lust. She wants it, she wants me. And it felt good to be wanted. He pressed himself against her for another lasting kiss, the last distraction he would give for what he really craved to do to the woman lying so openly and ready for the taking underneath him, and his hardness rubbed against her thigh. He moaned into her mouth and she seemed to answer with a desperate whimper of her own. Who'd have known, little wife? He took pleasure in her lips, in her readiness, in her being here with him in that moment and for as long as time will allow. As he darted his tongue into her mouth his hips followed his movement and in one quick plunge he broke through what he felt as a barrier and buried himself in the awaiting warmth that was Lorraine.

He had expected her to be tight, it was a given and she was virgin. But he had forgotten what it was like for him, what it would be like for him now that he was inside her. For the first time since he had taken her to bed Lorraine's eyes were shut tightly and he knew she had to be in pain. He dug is face in her hair and let out a muffled whisper as best as he could,

"Relax." Jaime knew it could not be that easy, but so far he had had quite a bit of luck by issuing orders and he hoped she trusted him enough to know that he knew what he was doing. He kept still as she let her shoulders fall back fully to the bed again and she hesitantly let her hands roam him, settling finally at his sides and slightly digging her fingernails into his skin. Taking that as a signal Jaime moved out of her slowly and tried his best not to hiss at the delectable tightness he felt around his cock.

When he moved back inside her again they both groaned out in unison, though he was not sure she was groaning out in the same pleasure he was. He kept his body close to hers, for comfort, and slowly feeling her grow accustomed to his length he started a torturous rhythm of moving in and out of her as he was met with myriad of breaths and muffled moans as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. He was not sure she was enjoying it until he felt her hands wander farther down and grip is buttock cheeks when he had awarded her with a particularly deep thrust. Her eyes were still shut and he reveled in her changing expressions knowing he was the one to cause them. She began to roll her hips to meet his and it drove him crazy knowing that he had succeeded, she was taking her pleasure. But it was her first time, and he knew she would not succeed in having it. No matter what he did, it was highly unlikely she would yet open herself up enough to accept the ecstasy an orgasm has to offer just yet.

Suddenly, he was tired of straining himself for Lorraine. She was here, and she wanted him. An animalistic desire settled upon him as she met his hips enthusiastically and responded to every touch and kiss with her body. He was done denying himself of what he has wanted since he had met her. Pinning her hips down with his good hand balancing his weight on his other elbow he pounded into her with the remaining strength he had at a faster pace than he had originally planned. He was relentless, and he knew it was probably far more than she was ready to take, but he needed this. He needed to have her, and she accepted everything he gave her. She moved her hands from him and gripped the sheets underneath her and at some point between his deep thrusts and guttural moans he registered a triumphant toothy smile grace her face as she reveled in the power his desire afforded her with.

Sensing his end near he kissed and bit every part of her that was available in front him, trying to prolong it in some way and extend her own pleasure for he would be spent when he was done. In a white hot flash he reached fulfillment but pulled out of her before spilling his seed all over her abdomen.

Breathing heavily as he hovered over her he kept his eyes closed as he tried to steady himself. Finally braving to look down at Lorraine he found her wearing a very confused expression, very different to the one revelling in the pleasure he had given her. Jaime kissed her forehead swiftly before he swung himself off the bed. He walked to the water basin still fully naked and wet a cloth. He made his way back to the bed where Lorraine was still lying down on and wiped down the remains of his ejaculation off of her without a word.

As he cleaned himself off he finally ventured to speak,

"Let's go to sleep." He looked at her as she stared at the faint red dots that marked the validity of their marriage in the sight of gods and men.

She nodded distractedly as she lay down on her side with her back to Jaime. He climbed into the bed, blowing out a candle on the nightstand on his side and without hesitation wrapped his hand around Lorraine body and moved her closer to him so she was flush against him. He trailed kissed from the end of her shoulder to her neck and kept her head under his, letting it rest by his neck as the faint smell of her hair wafter to his nostrils and he found peace. Eventually her body moulded into his and he felt the steady motion of he regulated breathing.

He did not know why he did it. Some biological force overtook him and it was just too much to bear. Something in him could not yet accept the idea of making a child, a trueborn child of his own that would carry his name. What kind of child would want to have a father like me? He thought, will they suffer the same fate as Joff? He worried about Lorraine for a moment, surely she had not expected that. He doubted any of her Septas had told her about what to do in case her husband feared reproduction. Hoping that it would not happen again and that Lorraine would not trouble herself too much about the matter -or question him about it, he let the night wash over him finally and he found himself on the merry way to sleep. In the darkness and welcome silence, he felt Lorraine's fingers move to his hands briefly and tap his knuckle twice.

"Thank you."

It's finally happened. Well...tell me what you think!

This is probably going to be the last of these swift updates for a while, i'm gonna give myself a bit of a break to focus on school and realx and do some of my own reading. So I hope you enjoy this until I can get the next update out -probably in a week maybe?