If there is one thing Brienne hates about being a woman is that time of the month when she experiences premenstrual syndrome. She feels tired even if she has not done anything. She starts to bloat. Her moods swing abruptly from calm to peevish to depressed. She craves junk food. And, of course, do not forget about the cramps. Simply put, she hates everything and everyone and wants to die. Or so she feels.
Another reason why she hates PMSing is the way she ends up treating her poor boyfriend. When Tormund first caught her lying in her couch crying for no reason, she had felt so irritated at the sound of his "You alright?" question that she did not think twice and almost broke his nose with a punch. Thankfully he was fast enough to stop her fist with his hand, but then he looked so frightened, so pained that he only apologized and left her flat, causing her to burst into tears.
Until that point, Brienne had been trying to have Tormund move in with her, but after her outburst, she had seriously feared he would give up on her completely, which made her feel terribly guilty. However, he surprised her by showing up a couple of days later, handing her a box of chocolate, looking pleased to he her, a huge grin on his face, as if nothing had happened, and explained he had figured what she was going through and only wished to give her the space she needed. The blonde woman has always heard her friends complain about how their inconsiderate partners could be, sometimes trying to fix something nobody really can, and others even making fun of them; but hers is different and, over the weeks they have lived together, he has gone out of his way to help her go through that monthly hell. Tormund does not always get it right, but at least he is understanding and does not judge her. Where in the name of the Seven has he been all her life?
Right now, at four in the morning, she sitting in the middle of the sofa in her sweats and top, binge-eating a big pot of her favorite Dornish ice cream, which helps things improve a bit. Her TV is showing The Big Bang Theory, but she is not paying attention to it. She does not turn her head when Tormund passes by her, still engrossed in her frozen food.
"Want some help with that?" He asks after a few moments, and Brienne turns her head to look at him. He is too wearing a pair of sweats, but topless, his hair is adorably disheveled and his eyes are half closed from sleep. He is also holding a spoon, she notices.
"You should go back to bed," she replies. It was not her intention to wake him up, but she cannot help but feel guilt taking over her. "Did I wake you?"
"Nope. I just woke up dying to eat some ice cream. May I join you?"
"Sure." She smiles, indicating the spot on her right side.
Tormund smiles back and takes his seat. He then places one arm around her shoulder, while he takes a spoonful of ice cream from the pot. "How are you feeling, love?"
"Like shit. But better now, thanks."
"I didn't know my presence had such an effect on you."
"It was the ice cream, obviously."
Tormund giggles, and Brienne is amazed by his reaction. By his good mood. She sighs and rests her head on his shoulder.
"Not a bad ice cream, by the way," he comments.
"Not bad? It's from Dorne! Their ice cream is one of the best ever made."
"Then remind me to bring you some from The Gift. I guarantee you you're going to love it."
"Alright," she chuckles. They both spend the next minutes enjoying the frozen food and each other's company in silence, until Brienne, or her hormones, decide it is time to enjoy something else, or rather someone else. She puts her spoon inside the pot and places it on the table in front of them and takes Tormund's face in her hands. She barely registers his confused look before she covers his lips with her own. The sweet flavor in his mouth only makes him taste even better, and she moans happily when he responds to her kiss. The redhead man's hands run across her back and waist while hers are tangled in his hair. This goes on for some time, and soon she is climbing on to his lap and straddling him. When the blonde woman moves her hips against his, she gaps at the feel of his excitement, causing her to break the kiss.
"Want to move this to bed?" He suggests breathlessly, his eyes dark with desire, his hands now on her buttocks.
"Waste of time," she shakes her head. With a sensual smirk, she proceeds to remove her top and both of their sweats. She carefully wraps her fingers around him and strokes him a few times, reducing this beautiful man under her into a painting mess. With one last kiss, she lowers herself on to him.
If there is one thing Brienne likes about PMS is how incredibly horny she can get. Weird things, hormones. What can she do about them? But the good thing is Tormund, she is sure, likes this part just as much.