Author's Note: Thanks so much for the amazing reviews! So here is THE chapter. I hope it lives up to the expectations. I wanted to make it steamy and romantic while staying true to their personalities, so I hope I was able to accomplish that. Enjoy!
"I… I love you."
Jaime had almost reached the spot where the princess stood when he stopped abruptly at the unexpected words that fell from her lips. There had been few times in life when he found himself at a loss for words. In fact, he couldn't remember that he ever had been, but now he could only stare at the girl before him with a dumbfounded expression. His mind screamed at him to say something in reply, but his silver tongue seemed to have turned to lead in his mouth.
Amarah appeared as stunned as he by her surprising confession. Her grey eyes rounded in shock as soon as the words left her mouth, and something akin to horror crossed her face as she waited for his response. When he neglected to give any reaction at all, she immediately tried to cover her embarrassment with a shaky smile.
Glancing at him with feigned casualness, she tried to act as if nothing was amiss at all. "Well, good evening then" she spoke quickly, the words blending together in a rush, before she turned to leave with even greater haste.
When he realized that she intended to leave him, Jaime's muscles finally sprang into action. To keep her from escaping, he swiftly grabbed her to him her just as her hand closed around the handle of the door. Her back was to him, but he had managed to wrap his arm with the golden hand around her small waist, trapping her between the solid wood and his hard frame.
Moving his lips to her ear, he whispered, "Come now, Princess, you don't intend to leave me now after that revelation."
Amarah turned her head slightly to shoot him a haughty look, despite her undignified position. "Oh, did you hear that? From your silence, I doubted you even noticed I had spoken."
"I heard" Jaime murmured absently, ignoring her irritation in favor of placing a warm kiss on the delicate shell of her ear.
When he felt her tremble in his arms at the gentle touch, he gave a dark smile. After last evening he had tried to keep his distance, not wanting to force his attentions on her when she so clearly needed time to regain her strength. But after hearing that little confession from her lips, he was done trying to deny them both of what they needed so desperately. He wanted the words to tell her how he felt, but he had never been a man of knightly promises and pretty words that women wanted to hear. Instead, he would have to show her what he felt. Show her how she consumed him so completely. Perhaps what he felt for her was love, but he didn't want to think about that now. He just needed to be inside her.
"You shouldn't be up, Princess" he took the time to growl in between taking love bites along the slender line of her neck. "It's time you went back to bed."
She twisted her head once more to give him a confused look. "But I thought you just said – "
Her words broke off abruptly as he swung her into his arms and carried her to his bed at the far end of the room. After he laid her against the cool sheets, he smiled at the befuddled look on her pretty face. "I never said it would be your bed" he informed her with a satisfied smirk, before quickly stripping off his breeches and joining her in the bed, as naked as his name day.
However, as he bent his head to kiss her, she raised her arms to push at his shoulders, holding him at bay. "Wait!" she protested. "You can't just… just…" she sputtered to a halt then, clearly unsure how to say it.
Jaime was torn between restless impatience and amusement at the sign of her maidenly modestly. "I assure you, Princess, I can" he returned before bending his head once more. He tried not to groan in frustration as she pushed at his shoulders once again.
When he looked into her eyes once more, he saw the frustration he felt mirrored there. "You can't just… fuck me!" she finally found the word she had been struggling to stay. "I said that I loved you, not that I wanted a tumble in your bed!"
From the burgeoning anger in her gaze, Jaime knew that he would have to tread carefully. He didn't want to just "fuck" her, as she seemed to think. Cersei had been the only woman he had ever known in such an intimate way, and she had always reveled in how fast and rough he could be. It was the only type of lovemaking he had ever known. He didn't know how to behave any differently. Taking a deep breath to calm the blood rushing to certain parts of his eager body, he realized he would have to find a different way. This girl was not Cersei. She was different. He needed to treat her differently.
Raising his golden hand to her pretty face, Jaime stroked the smooth skin of her cheek before speaking. "I don't want to fuck you" he asserted, emphasizing the crudity of the word. "I wanted to make love to you, but apparently I've gone about it all wrong. I'm afraid you'll have to show me how."
"I've little experience at making love" she reminded him with a slight frown. "But I think perhaps you should move a bit slower."
Jaime gave another wicked smile and leaned down to kiss her once more, but this time he didn't try to kiss her directly on that tempting mouth. Instead, he took her bandaged hand and laid a soft kiss on the wrapped linen before trailing a string of kisses up her arm and over her shoulder, taking his time to pay particular attention to the sensitive skin under the curve of her neck.
"Like that?" he hummed softly in her ear before moving to take the other arm.
He heard her breath hitch in her throat as he licked the tender skin at her elbow before she answered. "Yes" she said in a breathy voice. "Something like that."
Once he had trailed the last kiss over her pale shoulder, Jaime reached for the hem of the thin chemise that she wore, slowly raising the delicate material to reveal one bit of tempting flesh at a time. After she was bared to his gaze, Jaime moved his hand to her soft thighs, pressing his fingers into the silky skin that warmed rapidly under his touch. Glancing up, Jaime saw Amarah's lids drooping in pleasure, but she still watched him closely as he trailed his fingers across her heated flesh. He kept his gaze locked with hers as he continued to brush his fingers across her soft skin, with each sweep, his hand moving higher and higher where he wanted it most.
Just as he was about to touch her, Jaime stopped his roaming fingers momentarily, giving her a teasing look. "Is this slow enough, Princess?"
The look of pleasure in her eyes dissipated for just a moment as she opened her mouth to speak, but her mouth snapped shut once again releasing a moan of pleasure as he rewarded her with his wicked touch. He swept his thumb roughly against the center of her pleasure to see how she would like it, and he was rewarded for the effort with another breathless moan. She was wet for him now, and he took advantage of her slickness to slide two fingers into her warmth.
As he worked her with his fingers, her droopy lids slid fully shut while she threw her curly head against the soft pillows of his bed, arching her hips forward, searching eagerly for more. He rewarded the silent plea by replacing his caressing thumb with his mouth, alternating between sucking on her flesh and rotating his fingers in a steady rhythm, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. Just as he felt her on the precipice of desire, Jaime removed his hand, keeping her from the release she so desperately wanted.
"No!" she cried out in dismay at the thwarted release. "Jaime, I – " but her words of displeasure were cut short by his mouth eagerly returning to hers once more. His patience was slowly starting to erode away, leaving a primitive, burning desire in its place. He was through with the teasing and games. He had to have her. Now.
She must have sensed the desperation in his kiss, because she offered no resistance and readily opened her mouth to accept his tongue. As he licked every delectable part of her mouth, Jaime broke away for a moment to pin her with his burning gaze. "No more waiting" he told her with a forceful shake of his golden head to emphasize the point. Without waiting for a response, he returned to their kiss once more, ravaging her mouth with bruising force. His fear that he might frighten her away with his savagery was instantly erased by the pleasured moan she rewarded his kiss.
As they kissed, she moved her hands to cradle his face and pull him closer, and he mirrored her actions, accidentally knocking her skull a bit too hard with his golden hand. Taking a moment to move his mouth to kiss the spot in silent apology, he noticed her eyes had flown open once more. Despite his command moments before, he stopped for a moment, giving her a chance to voice her thoughts; for it was clear she had something to say.
Once he had stilled for a moment, Amarah stretched out her fingers to encircle the golden wrist of his forged hand. "You don't need this with me" she informed him softly, all the love she had professed for him a short while ago shining in the grey depths of her eyes.
Jaime felt something stir deep inside him at her words, something that had nothing to do with their torrid embrace. When she looked at him like that, he was helpless to deny her anything she asked. With halting movements, he moved back far enough to fumble with the leather straps that held the hand to the stump on his arm. As he glared at the troublesome thing in frustration, he saw a slender hand replace his, gently removing the golden hand and placing it on the wooden table by the bed.
With the golden hand gone, Amarah then looked at him with a lazy smile that caused him to harden once again. "Make love to me, Jaime."
He didn't need to be told twice. Settling comfortably between her spread thighs, Jaime moved his hand to the thin chemise that still covered her breasts and promptly tore it in half with a harsh rip. Once her beautiful breasts were bared to his gaze, he moved his head to kiss them reverently, even as his hand moved lower to place his hardness at the warm core of her womanhood.
She stiffened slightly at the feel of him there, but Jaime tried to direct her thoughts elsewhere by sucking greedily on her sensitive nipples, wringing another pleasured groan from her once again. With her sufficiently distracted, he took advantage of her relaxed state to swiftly bury himself inside her warmth. As he broke through her maidenhead, he moved his mouth to hers once again to swallow her cry of pain.
It hurt him to see the shimmering tears in her eyes, and he swiftly moved to kiss the wetness from her cheeks. "Forgive me" he whispered, holding still inside her until she grew more accustomed to his invasion.
Amarah gave him a watery smile at his whispered apology. "Just make it good" she ordered light-heartedly.
Jaime returned the smile with one of his own. "It will be my pleasure, Princess."
Once she seemed more comfortable, Jaime withdrew slightly, gritting his teeth at the exquisite friction. He couldn't stop until she felt the same pleasure as he. Sinking into her warmth once more, he felt her move slightly towards him, as if searching for the same spark of pleasure. He gave her an encouraging smile, before ordering her to hold on.
Beginning a slow, steady rhythm, Jaime watched her face as she discovered the pleasure of making love. After a few hesitant strokes on his part, he felt her wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing their naked chests together and rubbing her luscious teats against the hard planes of his chest. He gave a loud groan of satisfaction as he quickened the pace, forcing her to stay with him. As he plunged in and out with hard, penetrating strokes, he moved his arms to her thighs, pushing them upwards towards her shoulders above.
She shot him a questioning glance but he merely encouraged her to follow his lead. "Just trust me" he murmured before pressing her legs firmly apart, the new position allowing him to stroke even deeper inside her, almost knocking against her womb as he continued his steady rhythm.
Jaime was almost spent. He could feel the pleasure closing in around him, but he had to give it to her first. Catching her mouth in another of those savage kisses, Jaime thrust his tongue deeply, imitating the actions of his hips below. His lungs forged like bellows as he struggled to hold the pleasure at bay.
Breaking off the kiss to move his lips to her ear, he panted a harsh order for her to give in. "Come for me, Princess."
Instantly, he was rewarded by the feel of her stiffening in his arms as she finally found fulfillment, and he moved his mouth quickly to hers once more, swallowing her cry of pleasure. He stayed with her through the height of the climax, but once the tremors began to subside, Jaime finally let the savage loose. He pumped in and out of her with rapid, deep strokes, seeking release, until he gave a cry of his own, throwing his golden head back in ecstasy as he came hard and fast.
Afterwards, he fell against her, panting heavily as he tried to gather his thoughts once more. Conscious of the fact that he must be suffocating Amarah with his hard form, Jaime flipped them over so that she was lying on top with him settled comfortably beneath. He didn't withdraw from her just then, enjoying the long-awaited pleasure for a few moments more.
With him still inside her, Amarah gave a look of immense satisfaction before pressing a kiss to his hard chest beneath her mouth. "Why haven't we done that sooner?" she wondered aloud.
Jaime couldn't hold back a bark of laughter at her devilish smile. "It's no fault of mine. I've offered numerous times before" he returned with a matching smirk before finally withdrawing from her welcoming warmth and rolling her gently aside as he rose from the bed.
She gazed at him sleepily as he soon returned with a warm rag to wash away the evidence of her virginity. Amarah opened her mouth to protest as he moved the rag to the dark stain between her thighs, but Jaime silenced her quickly with a hard look.
"Keep that pretty mouth quiet for once" he told her before scrubbing away at the dried blood.
Amarah shot him an annoyed look, but stayed silent until he was finished. Once she was scrubbed clean, Jaime rose to quickly rinse the rag in a basin of water before returning to the bed once again. Wrapping his good arm around her waist, Jaime pulled her to him until her dark head rested comfortably on his chest and she gave a contented sigh.
He knew she was close to the point of sleep, but Jaime wanted give her some reassurance of his affections. He didn't want her to think he had used her merely to satisfy his lust. "I know you want to hear loving words" he told her, softly stroking the curls on her head as he spoke. "I may not be a poet or bard who can express my love the way a woman wants to hear, but know the words are there, even if I can't say them aloud."
Amarah lifted her head slightly to regard him with a gentle smile. "Those words are enough for now" she reassured him, pressing her lips gently to his before resting her head on his naked chest once more.
"I don't know what you see in me that's worthy of love" Jaime mused aloud, still a bit surprised at her honest affection for him. "I'm not a good man, Princess."
He felt her smile against his chest, but she didn't look at him again. "I'll take my chances" she mumbled sleepily before they both fell silent.
A short time later, he knew she had fallen asleep by the sound of her deep, even breathing. Before following her into slumber, Jaime gazed at her peaceful face for a moment, praying to the gods she believed in that he wouldn't be a chance she regretted taking.
I hope it was worth the wait:) Any thoughts or comments are greatly appreciated. As always, thank you for reading!