The distance between the door and Brienne's feather bed was about twenty paces. But, for the two entangled bodies approaching the bed, it felt like leagues. Boots came flying off, nearly hitting the window shutters. They were followed by Jaime's doublet being undone just enough for him to pull it over his head. His shirt and pants were unlaced, again just enough, and with one swift pull Brienne's housecoat gathered around her feet. She stepped backwards, her legs hitting the bed. Her piercing eyes, the true sapphires of Tarth, beckoning Jaime to follow. He did not acquiesce.
Instead, Jaime took her in. If he was honest with himself the first few midnight meetings were made with such secrecy that Jaime didn't take a moment to really appreciate her beauty. She was taller than him, not much taller but enough that he did crane his head back a bit to look her in the eyes. In these moments especially, something about that made a feeling stir deep within his belly.
She was strong, both physically and in character. She honorable, but not naive. How could such a good person love him?
Jaime's eyes lingers a moment too long that Brienne began to lose her nerve. She reached up to cover herself, but Jaime caught her arms. He shook his head as he began to kiss her all over. Jaime started at her neck, alternating between kiss and nip. As he knelt, Jaime kissed the bruises from the recent battle. His hand thumbed over superficial scratches and cut, already partially healed. Brienne's hands ran through his hair, coaxing him to continue.
Looking up at her, his eye caught a few marks, red and new high on Brienne's chest. Those were of his own doing. He was never more grateful for Brienne's high-neck leather doublets and chainmail. Jaime kissed his way back up her stomach and pressed his body against hers. Her arms enveloped him, warm and strong.
"I must apologize to you," he whispered breathlessly in her ear.
Brienne turned her head towards him, "For what?"
"I used the horribly cruel title lesser men have given you, Brienne the Beauty," Jaime paused place a soft kiss on her lips, "I should never use hurtful words towards the woman I love, even when mad."
Brienne chewed on her lip, trying to stifle the prickly tears forming in her eyes. Jaime cupped her face and wiped away her tears with a calloused thumb, "You're beautiful."
"In my own certain way," she added, used to such amendments about her appearance.
Jaime shook his head, "No, you're just beautiful. Stunning, really."
Brienne kissed him hard and deeply. His tongue fought with hers as they lowered themselves onto the furs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close. Jaime slipped his hand between her thighs, which parted eagerly. His coarse fingers teasing her and feeling how slick and warm she was. With each flick of his thumb over her bud, Brienne left out a soft moan.
"Jaime," she whispered.
His eyes, darkened with desire, met hers. The way his name left her lips made him want nothing more than to stay in this moment. Jaime hummed has he continued to elicit breathless exclamations from Brienne. She pressed her head against his shoulder.
"Will you...will you kiss me," her words trailed off, a look of embarrassment washed over her.
"Will I kiss you where?" Jaime teased out.
Brienne's eyes flicked downward and then quickly met his. Jaime grinned wickedly. Lowering his head, he took her petite breast into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the soft flesh made Brienne inhale sharply. Her hands found their way into his hair again.
"Was that the spot?" Jaime asked knowing full well otherwise.
"Lovely, but no," Brienne stroked his hair.
"Oh? Then where?" Jaime played coy.
Brienne quirked an eyebrow, "Must I beg?"
"Beg? No, never," Jaime grinned, "Ask? Why, yes."
Gulping down a lungful of air, Brienne mumbled her request. Jaime chuckled, "What was that?"
"Jaime, please!" Brienne was flustered.
Their first time was fueled by a good Dornish red and a brush with death. It was celebratory and affirming. Jaime was kind and patient. He kissed away any worry and murmured sweet reassurances.
This time, Jaime was coaxing her out of her new comfort zone. If not teasing her out, "Well?"
Brienne exhaled slowly, "Kiss me between my legs."
"As you wish, my Lady," Jaime kissed her before dipping his head below her waist and then past her hips.
Jaime had become a quick study of her topography. He knew nipping at her bud caused her hips to arch involuntarily or sliding his fingers inside her brought out a small gasp. Brienne whispered his name as she lay her legs over his shoulders. He paused to kiss her inner thigh, biting the fair flesh.
The all-consuming release built deep within her belly. Brienne was at its whim and Jaime's. In an instant, it cut through her like a hot iron. Her entire body shuddered. She was wondrously weak. Eyes closed, Brienne felt his lips brush against hers.
Her hips rose to meet his and Jaime slowly slid himself into her. Pressing his forehead to hers, he was lost in her eyes. Jaime was searching for something, a glint of reassurance. But why? He knew his way around a woman's body. Even the coldest heart melted into his arms. So, why did he feel so unsure?
"Brienne," he murmured, burying himself deeper inside her.
She kissed him softly, "I love you. I am yours and you are mine."
Jaime's head fell into the crook of her neck, his breath hot and ragged on her skin. Relief washed over him, a fear that he hadn't known he possessed dissipated. Brienne had admitted to affections before, but those words weren't the ones he wanted or needed.
"I love you. I am yours and you are mine," Jaime kissed her neck.
Brienne's hands ran down his back, almost in a desperation. The familiar pull of pleasure swelled closer to overwhelming the intertwined pair. Jaime braced himself with the headboard as Brienne's legs wrapped around his waist.
Her body stiffened as Brienne's head fell back, overcome. The room echoed with uneven breaths and deep moans. Jaime felt her whole body contract around him bringing him over the edge. He buried himself in her one last time before finishing on her stomach.
Jaime collapsed next to her.
A long moment passed as heart rates returned to normal. Brienne lay snuggled against Jaime's chest, warm in his embrace.
"I think you should join Jon and Ser Davos," she said quietly.
"Am I a poor lay?" Jaime chuckled.
"Is everything a joke to you?" Brienne looked up at him.
He shook his head, "In truth I don't know how to do this."
"What? Have a conversation?" Brienne teased.
"You're the only other woman I've known," Jaime admitted, "and we haven't had much conversation after fucking each other."
Brienne nodded after a moment, "It's new to both of us."
"Why should I join them?" Jaime wondered.
"I think they would benefit from your knowledge and experience," Brienne reasoned as she pulled the furs over them.
"I'm not a bannerman of House Stark nor have I bent the knee for the Targaryen girl. I am here to serve under your command and only yours," he replied, sleep heavy in his voice.
"You're under Lady Sansa's command then," Brienne said with a grin as she closed her eyes.
"No, only yours," Jaime said as slung his arm over her side and drifted off to sleep.