He was gentle again, flashing her back to the sensations of their first night together. His hands grazed over the back of her dress, as she stood from the chair, sliding her own hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
She was struck again by how big Jaime actually was, when he never appeared to be so. She felt the ribbons coming undone. She felt his teeth bite edge of her lower lip. She felt her hands grip his shoulders. She felt herself kissing him and she wondered if he remembered being caught by the Septa last time they had done this. Jaime broke their kiss and move slowly down her throat. Amazement flooded her as her dress slipped to the floor. Multitasking must be a skill they taught in the Kingsguard.
Her slip was flimsy, one of the summer ones Leila had brought. The cotton rubbed against her breast deliciously as Jaime gathered the fabric top laces in two fingers, while the other hand caressed her hair. Tired of his attentions to her neck, Merilyn tilted slightly back and maneuvered to catch his mouth with hers again. He tasted warm and familiar, like a drink she'd had a long time ago but forgotten the name. Feeling brave, she darted her tongue forward, licking the bottom of his lip. His shoulders stiffened underneath her hands. She giggled before she could stifle it and Jaime broke away from the kiss and looked down at her. His green eyes were filled with amusement and something more. He merely smirked and caught her in another kiss, this one more forceful. This one signaling an end goal.
Her hair tumbled down and his hand laced around it, his fingers brushing her scalp. The same time, she felt his right hand push the bottom of her slip up and grasp her thigh, using it as leverage to lift her from the floor. Instinctively she raised her other leg and wrapped them both around Jaime. He crossed the room swiftly and laid her on her bed she'd been alone in for so long. Forgetting to be shy and taking the opportunity she had, she reached up and undid the laces on his shirt. He shrugged out of it quickly and leaned over her once more. There was a bruise on his side that was coloured a deep purple. She reached her hand and brushed over it carefully.
"Practice in the yard," his mouth said against her neck. The exhale of his words tickled her throat and she squirmed, pressing her legs together unconsciously, giving her partial relief against the throbbing she felt. Her heart was racing and it seemed like she had a fever. Jaime's face reflected the same. Sweat had begun to pool at the very tip of his hairline and he was hard against her thigh.
"You're always in the yard," she whispered, her fingers trailing across his chest, relishing the feel of it.
Jaime moved down her chest suddenly to mouth one of her breasts unexpectedly. The feel of wet cloth and his warm tongue against her nipple was agonizingly pleasurable and she let out a moan.
"Being in the yard controlled to urge to do this to you," he murmured, his mouth still skillfully managing its task.
One hand moved to cup the breast forlorn of attention and the other slid up the outside of her thigh. She most certainly had a fever if her blood boiling in her very veins was any indication. She groaned more loudly, feeling the similar desperation she'd felt the first night. Somewhere outside of her sensation flooded mind, she heard his boots drop to the ground and felt him move more further onto the bed, though neither his mouth nor hands abandoned their tasks, which was to make Merilyn cry from frustration is what she believed. Her hands grasped desperately and found their way into Jaime's hair. It felt soft and she had a sudden image of straw. She giggled again softly. Jaime stilled his ministrations.
"Is something amusing you?"
She laughed, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking… your hair, it's like straw."
He cocked an eyebrow and remarked wryly, "If you're still able think about my hair, then I'm obviously not enhancing your understanding well enough."
He left no room for a response, but kissed her instead. His hand moved from the outside of her thigh to the inside, stroking the soft flesh gently.
The door burst open loudly and Willas strode in. Mid-step, he stopped looking at the pair, horrified. Merilyn squeaked in surprise and looked from Willas up to Jaime who was staring at Willas angrily.
"If you have any wish of remaining in the service of Castlerly Rock, you'll leave immediately," he ground out between gritted teeth, his hand still clamped on Merilyn's thigh. She would ask him to move it, but that would bring attention to the fact that it was on her thigh, very close to her most intimate spot. She knew her face was blushed brilliantly. Seven hells, she could drown in her embarrassment.
"I beg pardon, my lord," Willas averted his eyes to the ground, "Lord Stark is here. He's asking for my Lady."
"Thank you for that enlightening announcement. Now get out." Jaime's voice was cold and she would've flinched had it been directed at her.
The door shut more swiftly than she imagined Willas could move, but she relaxed as she heard the familiar click. She relaxed well enough to giggle lightly in fact. Jaime looked down at her, seeming far calmer.
"You and your giggling." He groaned and dropped his forehead to meet hers, "You'll need to get dressed again."
She smiled widely, "That's what happens in the middle of the afternoon, my lord."
He got off her stiffly, allowing her to sit up and right her slip. He pulled his shirt over his head and then paused in the act of handing her the dress that had fallen to the floor.
"When did Willas start entering your chambers unannounced?"
She took the dress from his hand and stood up next to him, feeling slightly embarrassed about being half-dressed in front of him and then almost laughing at her own ridiculousness. She stepped into the dress and slid on the sleeves.
"I don't think I've ever shut my door before, except when Leila leaves before I go to sleep. So he's never walked in unannounced."
"It's inappropriate behavior. Even if you have chosen him for a guard," Jaime gestured for her to turn around and she obliged, lifting her hair away for him to lace her up.
"I didn't choose him. You did," she huffed, "At least, I thought you did. He just started being… around at Castlerly Rock and I assumed…" she trailed off with a shiver as Jaime's finger traced slow patterns onto her bare neck.
"Mmm," he hummed, "perhaps it was my father, though Willas arrived with me and I doubt he knows anything about the boy." He finished her lacings and then turned her to face him, gesturing to the door, "Your father awaits."
Sorry if it was too short or had any grammar errors. This was rushed but I at least wanted to get it posted tonight. Cheers. xxx