Jaime thought of Brienne lying naked and spent in her marital bed, and then of Gerald greeting hm and then leaving him there with little Jaime, going to his wife, and fucking her while she still lie asleep, unknowingly mixing his seed with Jaime's, and he felt dizzy and sick at once.d
The first time Jaime had taken her from behind, innocent Brienne had been nervous. She said, softly, that sometimes it didn't fit, that way, with Gerald.
Although she hadn't meant to hurt him, Jaime felt a stab in his gut and suddenly felt hot all over. He thrust into her, hard, until she cried out, and then he kissed her shoulder, moved more slowly, told her sweet whispers about how it wasn't her fault she had the tightest, most wonderful cunt in all of Westeros.
After they were done and she was lying in his arms, cheek to cheek, she said solemnly, "No wars will ever be fought over my beauty."
"I'd fight a thousand wars over your beauty," Jaime said, honestly, and he stroked her cheek. "But I think you'd prefer to fight your own wars, Brienne of Tarth."
She smiled then, and kissed him. "Brienne the Beast, fighting her own wars," she said, jokingly.
"If those boys who called you Brienne the Beast could see what you were hiding underneath this armour..."
He slid down her and put his mouth on her, and after she had shuddered beneath him and moaned his name three, four times, she'd confessed that Gerald had never done that.
Jaime found himself so proud he said, "Lucky me, to be the first to taste the hidden rosebud of Tarth," and Brienne had laughed like a teenager, and he'd kissed her and kissed her with the taste of her still on his mouth until her lips were swollen and bruised.
He thought of those moments and he wanted to slip under the earth of Tarth and die there as he stood up with the babe and met Gerald.
Gerald clapped him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him down, and took the babe from him.
"You've been taking care of my family, Ser Jaime. You will be rewarded. Where's my Brienne?"
Before Jaime could open his mouth, Brienne came out in a robin's egg blue dress, looking freshly washed and rouged. Jaime felt bile rise in his mouth as she smiled at Gerald, her eyes wide and blue and honest.
"I'll let you get to your family," he said, roughly, and headed to the alehouse, where he planned to drink all the ale of Tarth.