Author's Note: Wow! 200 reviews? You guys are amazing! Thanks so much! (I should bribe you with sexy scenes more often:) For all of the wonderful reviews, here's the chapter I promised. I hope you like it! (Warning: Adult content throughout a good portion of the chapter here)
Amarah's senses were in a muddle of confusion. One moment she feared Jaime was about to slit her throat to please his bitch of a sister and the next he was offering to make love to her to ease her pain. Once he whispered his intentions in that seductive purr, she suddenly felt her knees go a bit wobbly as she leaned towards him for support. He must have taken her movement as acceptance, because he wrapped his arms tightly around her as he began to place warm, wet kisses on her exposed neck that caused her to shiver in delight. He was making it terribly difficult for her to think.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered why he was here with her instead of the sister he claimed to love so much. Something must have happened between them to spoil the loving reunion, but Amarah didn't want to think about what that was. She just knew that Jaime was here now holding her in his arms, and, gods, but it felt wonderful. All the pain and sorrow she had held inside over the past two days had begun to make her feel numb inside. As if life was no longer worth living. She so desperately longed for relief from her suffering, and she wanted him to make her feel again. Robb was gone. As much as that truth pained her, she would never see him again, but this man. This man who had gently held her as she cried tears of sorrow for those she loved. This man who lied to his own family to see her kept safe. This man was here with her now, and she wanted him to make her feel something once again.
Amarah felt a single tear slide down her face before she whispered her plea in his ear. The plea to help make her whole again. "Please, Jaime."
He didn't even need to ask what it was she pleaded for. With a tender caress of her shoulders to soothe her, Jaime moved his gentle mouth from her neck to kiss away the stray tear that fell down her cheek, and Amarah wanted to weep again at his gentleness. He seemed to sense her urge to cry, but gave her that wicked smile of his as he cupped her face with the warm palm of his hand.
"Do my kisses make you cry now, Princess?" he asked her softly.
She gave a watery smile at his question and shook her head in denial. "No, apparently they wipe them away."
A warm grin began to grow on his face at her assurance, and Amarah had never found him more beautiful. She remembered how she had once thought him a golden god, but in this moment he truly seemed one. Some blessed god that had been sent to her now when she needed him most to take away her pain.
After a few moments of just gazing at her face, Jaime moved his attention once again to her thin nightdress that now balanced precariously on one shoulder. Giving it a swift tug with his good hand, it instantly pooled at her ankles leaving the rest of her bare to the cool, evening breeze. She had the instant urge to cover herself from his heated gaze, but he caught her arms before she could move them to shield her nakedness.
"No, Princess" he shook his head with a gentle smile. "Don't ever hide from me."
She hesitantly moved her arms back to her side and stood there as he just looked her over from head to toe like she was a delectable morsel. She felt her nipples begin to pucker under the intensity of his gaze, and a delightful tingle began in her fingers and worked its way to the very heart of her. She trembled a bit under the onslaught of foreign sensations, but Jaime must have mistaken her reaction as a result of the cold temperature of the room, for he quickly scooped her up in his strong arms before carrying her to the fur covered bed.
Once he placed her gently on the bed, she expected him to remove his own clothes, but he made no move to leave her. His hard heat covered her from head to toe and she shivered again at the delightful feeling. It seemed rather deliciously sinful for her to lie there stark naked while he remained fully clothed. For a few moments Jaime seemed simply content to trace his fingers across her goose fleshed skin in delicate patterns much as she had done to him that night in the baths. She felt she might go mad soon though if he didn't give her something more. She longed to beg him to do something, but she stubbornly remained silent as she waited to see what he would do.
Despite her silence though, he seemed to read the impatience in her eyes as he gave her an understanding smile. "I have to force myself to be gentle with you, Princess."
She couldn't help but smile a bit at his admission. "You've always been gentle with me" she reminded him.
That thought seemed to surprise him a bit as he let it sink in. "Only with you, Princess."
With these words he moved that tempting mouth towards her face as he softly traced kisses over her brows and down the ridge of her nose. After taking a moment to torture her thus, he placed short, delicate kisses on either side of her mouth before placing his lips squarely over hers. The kiss started off a bit hesitantly as if he were forcing himself to go slowly, but gradually it deepened into something more. He slowly traced the outline of her lips with his tongue sending another of those tingling sensations streaking down her fingertips to the center of her where a multitude of pleasurable sensations was beginning to build. Then he gently pushed past her sealed lips and ate at her like a man starved. Amarah almost couldn't draw breath as he plundered her mouth so thoroughly, but she didn't find the feeling an unpleasant one. Their first kiss had been intoxicating to her senses, but this one seemed to overwhelm them completely.
As he continued to tangle his tongue so seductively with hers, Amarah slowly reached her hands up to frame his face and pull him closer to her. Her touch seemed to inflame his passion even more as he then pulled her slightly away from the bed towards his searching mouth, and she couldn't hold back her soft moan of delightful at the feelings was arousing in her. She feared if he didn't soon stop overwhelming her senses with his kiss, she might never again be able to think clearly. As if he could read her thoughts, Jaime abruptly broke the kiss and panted heavily as if he had just fought in a mighty battle rather than give her a heart-stopping kiss.
His eyes which were now clouded with passion cleared just a bit as he regarded her with a wicked smile that promised all manner of sinful delights. "I'm going to kiss you now, Princess."
She raised her brows questioningly at his words. "I thought you already had?"
"Oh, I've kissed you here" he said gently brushing his thumb over her lips swollen from his kisses. "Now I intend to kiss you everywhere else."
Amarah didn't even have time to ask what he meant before he set about proving it to her. Without hesitation, he moved his sinful mouth in a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down her slender neck directly to her breasts. Never taking his lips from her skin, Jaime looked up to her with a gaze full of wicked intent before placing a soft kiss directly atop the puckered nipple of her right breast. Her shock at his actions was instantly overwhelmed by the pleasure that filled her at his wicked touch. After placing the soft kiss, Jaime proceeded to open his lips and suck her into his mouth. If he hadn't been laying on top of her, Amarah would have bucked off the bed in her surprise. At first, she moved her hands to his golden head to push him away, but as he continued to draw her into his warm, wet mouth, she found herself holding him in place instead with incoherent pleas softly falling from her lips.
Once Jaime had taken his fill of that breast, he moved to the other and began his torture all over again. As he worked his mouth over her aching breast, she felt herself becoming strung tighter and tighter like a bow string about to snap. Just when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, he released her breast and moved to place one more soft kiss on her lips before his weight was gone.
Amarah's eyes had been closed till this point as he kissed and suckled her, but they instantly sprung open once his welcoming heat was gone from her skin. She opened her mouth to ask him why he had left, when she saw he had merely moved his attention to the lower half of her body where all the pleasant sensations he was stoking in her had gathered into a tight coil of pleasure. She was horrified at where his gaze studied her most intently and was about to scold him when he suddenly swooped his head and kissed her there.
Amarah instantly formed her lips to give him a scathing remark for his depravity, but the words of anger quickly turned to breathless moans as he kissed and licked at her as if she were some delicate treat to be tasted and sampled until he was thoroughly satisfied. She threw her dark head back against the soft furs of the bed as she balled her small hand in a fist and bit it to keep her moans of pleasure from becoming too loud for others to hear. The harder she tried to stay quiet though, the more he worked her with his mouth and the tighter she felt the coil of pleasure pull. She couldn't take it any more. He had to stop.
She must have moaned that request aloud because she felt him mumble a response into the very heart of her. "Just let go, Princess."
What did he mean let go? Her confusion was interrupted as he placed two fingers to join his tongue and she did buck off the bed then as he filled her so completely. He laid his arm with the stump across her stomach to keep her lying flat as he continued to devour her. Gods, this was depraved and wicked, but she must be those things as well because she wanted him to never stop. Her body was drawing tighter now to the point of snapping, when she felt him press his thumb against that center where all her pleasure gathered just before she felt herself burst into a million pieces. Her vision was covered in a thousand sparks of light as she felt herself floating on the wave of never ending pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.
After a few moments of pure bliss, she finally felt herself returning to her body once more as Jaime slowly crawled over her once again with a satisfied look on his face. She wanted say something to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off his face but found she was too breathless to form any words. He gave her another kiss then, but this one was much gentler than the last as he slowly helped her return to herself. Once he lifted his mouth from hers, she saw that the intense passion from before still burned there, but he had placed it under firm control.
"What about you?" she managed to breathe after catching her breath.
He gave a tight smile at her question but shook his head. "I'll see to myself, Princess."
He started to move away from her then, but Amarah wouldn't let him escape so easily. Moving her hand to quickly catch his retreating arm, she gave him a demanding look. "No."
Jaime raised one brow to her command in mocking reply. "No?"
"No" she repeated once again before quickly knocking him off balance and switching their positions so that he now lay flat on his back while she straddled his hips.
"Plan to have your wicked way with me, Princess?" he asked before moving his hand to caress her naked hip.
Returning the same wicked smile he had given before as her only reply, Amarah swiftly proceeded to unlace his woolen breeches before reaching inside to find what it was she so eagerly sought. He was already hard as a rock, and it didn't take many strokes in her firm grip before he too fell off the precipice of pleasure. As he gave into the wrenching delight, Amarah immediately leaned forward to catch his loud groan of fulfillment with her mouth. Once he had finally returned to his senses, Amarah broke the kiss and rolled off of him before ordering him to finish undressing.
Jaime turned to look at her then with a questioning gaze, but she returned it with a quick shake of her head. "I just want to sleep now, but I think you might be more comfortable without all those clothes."
Jaime looked a bit confused at her suggestion. 'You want to sleep naked with me in the same bed?"
"It seems far more less wicked than what we have already done" she reasoned with an unconcerned shrug of her shoulders.
Jaime seemed to think about her suggestion for a moment before finally rising from the bed and complying with her request. Amarah tried not to stare as he removed each item of clothing, revealing more of him to her gaze. His back was to her as he finished undressing, but he suddenly turned around just as he had finished removing the last of his clothing, catching her in mid stare. She felt she should be embarrassed somehow, but could only manage a sheepish grin at her shameless enjoyment of his physique. Jaime gave a small chuckle at her expression before moving to join her in the bed.
Amarah scooted to the other side of the bed under the furs to make room for him, but he surprised her by instantly wrapping his arm around her waist and yanking her back to him until she was laying half on top of him with her head resting on his naked chest. "Does this not seem rather too intimate to you?" she asked hesitantly.
Jaime tilted her chin up to look at him before answering. "I like having you in arms reach. It makes it easier to keep an eye on you."
His statement reminded Amarah of what he had said earlier about telling Cersei she was dead. "What do you intend to do with me now that you've told your family I've departed this world? Surely you don't intend me to hide away under your bed for the rest of my life."
"It would be rather convenient, don't you think?" Jaime asked playfully before Amarah gave him a soft smack in the ribs. He gave an amused smirk at the unexpected action before reaching down to catch her wandering hand. "I plan to let you go with the wench to find that missing cousin of yours if you would like."
For some reason the thought of him sending her away caused a sharp prick of pain inside, but she ignored it. This was what she wanted after all, to leave the capital. Even if it meant leaving him. "When do we leave?"
"Not yet" he said while absently stroking her curls. The intimate gesture caused something painful to squeeze around her heart. He was becoming too precious to her. This man of golden beauty and wicked smiles. She would have to be careful with him. Oblivious to her inner turmoil Jaime continued on. "Give me some time to discover what I can about what happened with Joffrey's murder and the part Sansa Stark played. Perhaps that can give us some idea where she's gone to."
Amarah nodded her head in agreement of that request. "Where am I to stay while you conduct these little inquiries?" she questioned looking up at him once again. "I would still rather not hide away under your bed, even if for only a few days rather than the rest of my life."
He gave a lazy smile then at her humorous confession. Amarah returned the smile and realized that this was the first time she had felt any small amount of happiness since her heart had broken in half two nights ago, spilling out all her pain. How odd it was that a man she had once hated was the only one now that could bring a smile to her lips in the midst of personal sorrow.
Jaime's voice pulled her from the wandering thoughts as he answered her question. "I have a plan of what to do that doesn't involve you squatting on all fours beneath my mattress" he assured her before yawning loudly. "But why don't we wait to discuss that till morning."
She nodded her head in agreement before reclining it once again on his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart lull her to sleep. "Goodnight, Princess" she heard him murmur softly before they both slipped into a dreamless slumber.
Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it:) You'll have to stick with me to find out what Jaime has planned:) Let me know what you think! All comments are appreciated.