"What are you doing?!"
Brienne's gasp startles Tormund for a brief moment, but once he recovers from it, he lets out a rumbling laugh.
"What do you think it looks like?" he retorts, opening his arms.
She yawns, rubs her eyes to see better, blinks and then it is her turn to laugh. "Seven hells, you're doing it all wrong. Here, let me help you."
He watches Brienne remove the furs from her naked body and get up. Tormund had been the first one to wake up, needing to alleviate himself. His original plan was to wait for her to wake up so that he could make love to her and then begin the day, but as he went back to their bed, he spotted his lady knight's black metal armor on the floor and felt the sudden urge to try it. Apparently the noise has waken her.
A few moments later, Tormund is dressed like a proper Ser, at least from his waist up, since he has his trousers on. He tries to move and wield a sword in front of the mirror.
"There you go. So, what do you think?" Brienne asks, taking the sight in.
"Not bad, but this is fucking heavy," the Free Folk leader comments. "How can you Southern folk fight with this on?"
"It is heavy, indeed, but we eventually get used to it. Very useful against swords and arrows. Is it too tight?"
"A little," he lies. He is almost suffocating. No wonder, that armor had been designed for her. "I was just curious as to what it feels like to wear one of these. I've always been."
"Now you know," she smiles, a hand on his shoulder.
Tormund smiles back. He runs his hands over the cool metal. "Beautiful armor, by the way."
"Thanks. It was a gift from someone... very important. Along with my sword. And since two can play this game," she says before he has the chance to ask who this very important someone is, bends down and starts looking for something on the floor, causing him to raise an eyebrow. Tormund laughs heartily when she straightens up holding his fur coat. He promptly helps her dress it and closes the belt around her waist.
"Gods, this feels so warm, and incredibly comfortable," Brienne remarks once she is done, smelling the thick fabric. "And you wear so many layers!"
"Aye. We gotta do what we can. You don't know how cold it is up North, woman."
"I believe I've lived in the North long enough to know, Tormund. This is the North, isn't it?"
He blows a raspberry. "Nope. We're before the Wall, therefore is this South."
"Oh, right," she rolls her eyes, and then they both laugh.
The two of them spend the next few moments contemplating themselves and each other in different clothes. They are so different, and yet here they are, together, side by side in front of the mirror, as a couple. He can picture her living with him beyond the Wall, dressed in layers and layers of fur, leaving all the Free Folk in awe. Who could have imagined he would fall for a Southern woman, of all people?
Brienne is the first one to break the silence. "I think you'd make a fierce knight."
"And you, lass," Tormund replies, involving her in an embrace, "would make a perfect spearwife." he captures her lips with his and they kiss passionately until Brienne's armor, as well as his trousers, starts bothering him.
"How fast can you remove this armor?" he asks after pulling away, smirking wickedly.
"But why? You look so well in it," she says in a sensual voice that sends shivers down his spine, and before he knows it, she is on her knees removing his breeches. Oh, what a lucky man he is!