Here we are, back in action. We're finally reaching Winterfell. I really hope you enjoy :)

Brienne

She still worried about Jaime, but this fight seemed like it had put some life back into him. He caught her as she watched him and smiled at her, it reached his eyes, and she couldn't do anything but to smile back at him.

"Are you okay?" Brienne asked him, and he nodded. "I'm alright, Lady Brienne, don't worry too much about me."

"I do, nothing will change that." Again, he smiled a little but accepted her words. She wouldn't stop caring about him. When she was ready with cleaning Oathkeeper, they took the last miles to Winterfell. It took them a few hours until they saw the gates from a far distance. One hour more and they stood right in front of the gates. A few minutes later, they passed through them.

Brienne wasn't surprised that Jaime got surrounded by the Northmen.

"You brought the Kingslayer into our Gates, Lady Brienne?"

He was chained faster than Brienne could react, and she tried to walk between them and Jaime, but they stopped her before she could reach him.

"He is here to bring some news for Lady Sansa. Inform her. As long as we wait I will have an eye on him."

She tried to speak with as much self-confidence as possible, straightened her back, one hand on Oathkeeper. She didn't break eye contact to the guards.

"Why don't you just go by yourself, Milady? We will keep an eye on the Kingslayer."

Brienne smiled about that. "How do I know that you leave him alive? No, I'll wait with Ser Jaime." This time she walked through the guards, stopped at Jaime's side.

"What's going on here?" A voice from above called and as Brienne looked up, she saw lady Sansa standing at the stairs, looking towards them.

"Lady Sansa!" Brienne called her. "Ser Jaime Lannister wants to talk to you."

"I'm here with news from Kingslanding, Milady," Jaime called out, looking at Sansa. He stood silently, unimpressed by all these guards around him. Jaime focused on the Lady of Winterfell, but Sansa's gaze became cold as ice.

"So? What do you want, Kingslayer?"

Brienne could see his body stiffen as Sansa called him like that, but he cleared his throat and began.

"I'm sorry to have some bad news, if you want me to tell you right here, I can do it, but maybe it's something to talk about in private...," he began, but Sansa interrupted him.

"No. You can tell me right here, right now. Then I will decide what to do with you," Sansa answered stubbornly and arrogantly while she watched him.

"As you want it Milady." And so he began. Jaime told everything he knew about Cersei's betrayal.

Jaime

When he was ready, Jaime just looked at the Lady of Winterfell - Sansa Stark. She was different from her time in Kingslanding, almost reminded him on Cersei, which made his skin crawl.

The young woman stared at him for a long time.

"Do you believe him, Lady Brienne?" Sansa asked without stopping watching him.

"I believe him, and I trust him, Milady!" Brienne answered her question and Jaime couldn't hide a little smile.

"So. I know you two have some kind of history together...Lady Brienne it's up to you to keep an eye on the Kingslayer until Jon is back at Winterfell. He should decide..." Sansa paused for a minute until she spoke again.

"I won't imprison you, Kingslayer. But be sure there will be an eye on you with every step you take. See yourself as a prisoner behind the Gates as long as my brother decides what we will do with you."

Jaime nodded. That was more than he had expected. More time with Brienne. Some time to figure some things out, time to rest until Jon came back to Winterfell.

"Thank you, Lady Sansa. I will prove to you that I mean no harm. I'm here to fight with you, not against you." Jaime would show everyone. He would earn their trust, didn't matter how long it would take.

"We will see. Take a bath, you will share a room. I'm sorry for that Lady Brienne, but it's to our best. I hope you understand."

Jaime and Brienne had shared a bed a long time ago, he remembered every second of it. It would be amazing to have her beside him again. To be true, he couldn't wait.

"We will manage it, Milady." Brienne's face was unreadable for the most people, but Jaime could see excitement but also a little nervousness too. They would figure it out.

Sansa went back inside, and Brienne led Jaime inside too.

They went to her room, it was warm inside, someone made a fire and filled a small tub with hot water for them. Brienne closed the door and locked it.

"Just in case someone controls my work," she said when Jaime watched her.

"It's alright. I'm a prisoner here, you're doing the right thing."

He turned his back on her and first, he removed his golden hand, threw it on the desk, which was in front of a small window. It was a relief to be without it.

"I'm sure you want to take a warm bath Milady," he said then, turning towards her.

"If you don't want me to look, I won't do it." He wasn't sure what it was between them. Jaime knew he loved her, but, did Brienne feel the same?

"You've already seen everything."

Her cheeks turned in a lovely pink, but she looked right into his eyes. Jaime smiled. "That I have. And I absolutely enjoyed every expression...and every touch."

"Jaime..." Brienne said with a sign of desire.

"Brienne?" It was almost a whisper, but the look in her eyes. So many feelings. He took a step closer, the same time like Brienne did.

"I...," she stuttered, he could see how tense she was.

"It's alright, whatever it is we will figure it out okay?" They didn't need to talk tonight, they were both exhausted, dirty and hungry.

Brienne nodded, but there was something, he could see it in her eyes.

"Ser Jaime...would you, would you kiss me?"

Jaime was stunned for a second. She asked him to kiss her, Brienne really did that. The woman in front of him was so much more self-confident than years before. It didn't matter that she blushed again, she asked him to do so, gave him the sign he needed. So he closed the gap between them, laid his left hand on her cheek.

"There's nothing I want more at this moment." He whispered as his thumb stroked her cheek. And when their lips met again after this very long time he couldn't stop. All he needed was her, Brienne of Tarth in his arms.