"Jaime, did you ask me to marry you now because you feared to dishonor me by taking my maidenhead?" Brienne asked, "Because getting you to propose isn't why I want you to."
"No, sweetling, that's not why. Although, that does make it seem like a worthy and honorable reason. I'm just not that noble; if we hadn't been interrupted I'd have had you moaning by now," he grinned, " but I saw that one of the messages I got at the door was from Tarth; your father's answer to my betrothal request. It doesn't matter to me if he says 'yea' or 'nay.' I wanted your answer first."
Brienne laughed, "You'll have me moaning that fast, will you?"
"You'll have to wait and see, Wench." Jaime said, as he slid his hand over her waist and hip.
"How ever did you get a raven through to Tarth in this weather?" Brienne asked.
Jaime moved a little closer, spreading his hand over one cheek of her ass to urge her nearer, "Hmm, I sent seven of them, hoping at least one would make it through," he answered, lowering his lips to the dip between her neck and breastbone.
Brienne shivered at the feel of his hot breath as he began exploring with his teeth and tongue, "Seven birds! The poor things; I hope none of them died along the way."
"That's why I sent so many," Jaime murmured against her neck as he nipped his way up to her jaw while continuing to explore her backside with his hand.
"I wonder if my –" Brienne gasped as he reached her earlobe and took it between his teeth, "father was surprised – " her breath caught as Jaime circled the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, "to receive a betrothal req- oh, gods – request from – you…" she palmed Jaime's head as he went back to her earlobe and suckled at it, "My father might – ah – "
Jaime abruptly released her ear, propping himself up with his elbow and looking sternly down at her. She peered up at him, the picture of innocence, her sky-blue eyes questioning.
"For someone so eager to get on with this you sure seem to have a lot to say about raven mortality." He said, "And I'm not certain this is the right time to discuss your father, either. Maybe I should send for some wine and we can have a nice talk in the parlor instead. Would you like to write some notes of condolence to the ravens' families while I do that?"
Brienne smiled sheepishly, "No, my love."
Jaime bestowed a quick kiss on her lips, "That's the first time you've ever said 'my love' to me," he said, a lopsided smile quirking at his lips.
"Is it?" she said, surprised. "I guess I've been thinking of you as 'my Jaime' for so long that when I say your name it means nearly the same thing as 'my love'." Her cheeks reddened, but she didn't look away.
Jaime felt his heart give a little stutter of joy. "And how long have I been 'your' Jaime?" How long have you loved me?
"A very long time," she said vaguely.
Jaime looked at her for a while expectantly, "We're to be married, Brienne. Please don't hide your feelings away from me," he said, "Don't you think I might need reassurance, too?"
"I'm sorry, Jaime," Brienne said softly, "I do forget. Sometimes I still feel like a foolish girl, still needing to hide how hopelessly in love I am."
Slightly mollified, Jaime sank back onto the bed beside her, "I agree that you're hopeless," he said, stroking his hand along her flank and the strong muscles of her thigh.
"I believe I've loved you since Harrenhal," Brienne said, "but I only realized that I was in love with you when first I was on the Quiet Isle, confiding in Elder Brother. Though it was on our quest for Sansa, when we would lie together in the dark and talk nearly the night through, that I began to think of you as 'my Jaime'."
"And you are my Brienne, for now and always. Now, where were we?" Jaime asked, taking her earlobe back between his teeth.
"I do wonder what the scroll from my father says… Ow!" Brienne squeaked as Jaime bit down on her ear.
"Shall I go check?" Jaime said, making to get out of bed.
"Sorry," Brienne said, barely contrite as she grabbed Jaime's hand to keep him on the bed, "Who was the other scroll from?"
"Toby Mott," Jaime said, pulling Brienne toward the edge of the bed as he made to go get the messages, "I asked him when we might come by the forge together." He got off the bed, Brienne clutching his hand with both of hers.
"I think you're stalling," she said, not letting him pull her off the bed. She let her grip slacken for a second. As soon as she saw Jaime relax she gave a mighty tug, yanking him back onto the bed.
Jaime lay on his back where he'd landed next to her, laughing as they held hands, "I'm stalling?" he asked, turning his head to grin at her.
Brienne nodded, still laughing a bit.
Suddenly Jaime was up and covering her, pushing her legs apart with his knees so he could lay between them. His hand pinned her right arm above her head as he pressed her down with his weight, grinding his hips into hers, his cock hard between them.
"I think I'm done stalling," he said, his smile just a shade dangerous as he lowered his head to her mouth and whispered against her lips, "I hope you are, too."
Brienne arched into him, flexing her constrained arm but not really trying to get loose. She pulled his lower lip between her teeth, teasing it before their mouths met forcefully, tongues and teeth and breathless passion consuming them. Brienne wrapped her left hand around Jaime's neck and closed her eyes, feeling his lips moving against hers, tongue sliding and probing inside her mouth, his rigid cock rubbing against her thatch and belly. Jaime was moving against her slowly, the motion of his hips more sensuous caress than thrust, leading Brienne in a slow dance that reminded her of the graceful strike and parry, step and slide of learning swordplay.
Jaime released Brienne's mouth and she let her head fall back as he began moving his tongue over her throat, sucking and biting as she pressed up against him, silently gasping when he paused where her neck curved into her shoulder, suckling her in pulses that echoed between her legs, the throbbing making her stiffen and writhe in turns, moving against the pressure of Jaime's cock as he rocked his pelvis against hers, friction and heat making them both tremble and moan.
Jaime lifted his lips away from her shoulder, and Brienne could still feel the pounding of her pulse where he'd made it sing and spread through her body. He began tracing a path down to her breasts with his tongue and she strained against him, her nipples hard as he released his grip on her arm so he could rub his calloused thumb over one perfect bud, watching her face as she opened her eyes, the blue of them a corona around the black, drinking in the sight of him. Jaime very deliberately licked the other nipple, his eyes never leaving hers as he swirled his tongue in tight little circles until Brienne gasped impatiently, pushing against his mouth until he took her areola and nipple into his mouth, suckling as she buried her fingers in his hair and bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Jaime could smell her arousal growing stronger, could feel how wet she was where his balls and the base of his cock were pushed against her thatch. He was aching with need, his self-control close to faltering. He released Brienne's breast, the sight of her flushed and swollen nipple sending a wave of fresh arousal through him. He moved forward to kiss her lips again, smiling down at her as he put his weight on his forearms, no longer rocking his hips, the only movement Brienne's hands roaming over his arms and shoulders and sweeping down to brush her fingers through the sheen of sweat at the small of his back.
"Why did we stop?" she finally whispered, smoothing his hair back over his head. She knew it must be driving him crazy having it hang in his face the way it was. She always found it endearing the way he just couldn't keep his hand and stump out of his hair when he was nervous or stressed. Not that he was nervous now, was he?
"Needed a break, Sweetling. Just for a minute. I want to go slow for you, but it isn't easy when I want you so badly."
"We don't have to go slowly," Brienne said, "I'm ready for this. I'm not afraid."
"You're not afraid of anything, I know. But just because you're not afraid doesn't mean we have to rush. It's your first time; I want to make it good for you."
"I'm sure it will be good, Jaime. I'm not afraid of pain. The gods know I've faced worse."
"My eager girl," Jaime said, moving to lie beside her, "I know you have faced worse pain, but it wasn't pain from someone who loves you. When I enter you for the first time I want you to be so ready for me that you will remember our first time was about love and pleasure, not discomfort and haste."
"It's important to you," Brienne said, shifting to face him.
"Give me this," Jaime said seriously, reaching for her hand, "It's not just your first time, it's our first time. We've had little enough pleasure and ease these last few years. I want this memory to keep us warm, whatever is to come."
"Jaime, you're so grim. It's our first, not our last."
"I know, my love. Believe me, fucking you well and often will be all I can think about from now on," he grinned, "though we'll have to be careful my cock doesn't crack off like an icicle when we try it up north."
Brienne laughed. She reached down and stroked her fingers over his cock, "That would be a tragedy indeed. I'm sure I'll be able to keep it warm."
"Awfully saucy for a maid, aren't you?" Jaime smiled, running his hand over the curve of her waist and hip, and then sliding it down to spread his fingers over her belly. "I do worry about getting you with child, my love. It seems too dangerous a time for us to start a family."
Brienne blushed, "I had planned to ask you to acquire some moon tea for me on the morrow. I didn't want to bring it up, yet."
"Embarrassed again? I'll find a way to get some for you, tomorrow and as long as we need it, I promise," Jaime said, his expression softening, "Do you think you might like to have children someday? When Spring comes and the Others have been defeated or gone?"
"Do you want to be a father again?" Brienne asked softly.
Jaime took a deep breath and reached for Brienne's hand, lacing their fingers together, "I want to be a real father, for the first time, to see you with my child growing inside you. I want a real family, built on love. Our love."
"I want that, too, Jaime, I want that for us. We could raise them on Tarth…"
"Them?" Jaime said, kissing her soundly.
"Well, whatever the gods give us" she said, suddenly thinking of her dream, of losing her unborn child and Jaime.
He saw the sudden fear in her eyes and caressed her cheek, his fingers brushing over her scar tenderly, "Bearenne, we can't know what's ahead for us, but we have always prevailed. As long as we're together we will survive. I promise you this."
"Then we must always be together, for I'll take that promise as an oath." Brienne said solemnly, "As I am yours…"
"And you are mine," Jaime said fiercely, claiming her, pulling her against him, kissing her like he would never let go. He moved over her again, resting his knees on either side of her hips without breaking their kiss, his body poised above hers. Brienne reached between them and stroked his cock, running her fingers along the hard length of it, catching the moisture suspended from its tip with her thumb and then spreading it back along the head of it, loving the texture of his sensitive skin, the throbbing heat there making her own excitement sharper.
Brienne wrapped one hand around him and slowly moved it up his shaft. Jaime broke away from her mouth, bowing his head against her shoulder, his whole body tense as she moved her hand up, feeling how the ridge on the underside of his cock arrowed up by the head. She pressed her thumb there lightly, exploring, and Jaime shuddered with pleasure.
"Oh, gods, Wench," he gasped, "just…gods be good, how did…"
Brienne smiled, a mixture of pride and arousal at his reaction, "How did…what?" she asked when he didn't continue, his breathing heavy and his eyes closed.
He half-opened his eyes to look into hers, "you're just…a fast learner…" he said, staring down at her as she began to move her hand again, down and then back up, once again brushing her thumb against the sensitive skin right under the head of his cock.
"I have always had a deft hand at sword play, my lord," she said, surprised by how much fun she was having.
"Gods, my love, Brienne, yes…no…" he said, thrusting into her hand as she held the girth of him and moved her other hand to his balls, any maidenly reticence or shyness forgotten in her quest to touch Jaime as she'd always wanted to. "You – I – I'm supposed to be making youready…" Jaime groaned, trying to back away from her.
Reluctantly, she withdrew her hands and propped herself on her elbows to watch him as he got off the bed. The sight of him lion proud, standing before her, sent a new rush of desire surging, the need pulsing in her cunt and spreading to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
Was it wrong to love him for his beauty as well as his heart? Golden hair again hanging over his amazing eyes, the way his dimples curved around his mouth, smirking at her now with mischievous intent, the strength of his shoulders and arms, his chest, his belly, everything she saw, she loved and admired. His cock, hard and ready for her and his thighs – oh, gods, his thighs – no wonder she had thought him half a god in Harrenhal and been disturbed at the way her body had reacted to him.
The way she was responding to the sight of his naked body now was anything but disturbing. She returned his mischievous look with one of her own, biting down on her lip and looking up at him, wishing she had the courage to do something really seductive to get him to come closer again. Even if I had the courage, she thought, I wouldn't know what to do…
Jaime watched the flush spreading across her face and chest, admiring the freckles dusting her skin. He loved her breasts, with their pale pink tips that flushed so dark when he suckled them, the way her nipples often stood out beneath her clothes; he had ached to touch and taste them for so long.
Jaime leaned over Brienne on the bed, planting his hand and stump on either side of her waist. He stared down at her, his eyes roaming down her firm belly, the small womanly swell of it making him want to bury his head there and embrace her, protect her. Her waist was more curved now than it had been in the Harrenhal baths. She'd still been a teen then, barely out of girlhood. He remembered thinking of her as an 'absurd child' even though he'd been aroused by the sight of her. She looked more like his dream now; a beauty to him, a knight in all but title.
As Jaime's eyes roamed over her body Brienne raised her knees, her thighs rubbing against each other as the heat between her legs made it difficult to stay still. He noticed and smiled, "As I was trying to say, Wench, I meant to be getting you ready, though I think…" he lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against hers, his stubble tickling her, making her shiver, making her heart race. He nuzzled his way over to her lips and kissed her.
"Youthink…?" Brienne prompted him when he drew back again.
"Mmm, sorry, can't think right now," he said, standing up again, parting her knees and running his hand and forearm down the insides of her thighs. Brienne tried to deny the urge to raise her hips as his fingertips brushed against the wavy hair between her legs. When he slid a finger down between the lips of her cunt she lost the struggle, thrusting her pelvis against his hand with an undignified groan.
"My love, my…Jaime…" she panted as he moved two fingers down through her folds to her entrance and back again, "I don't think you need to get me any more 'ready.'"
"Mmm," he hummed, his grin deepening as he looked up at her through his eyelashes. He planted a wet kiss on her belly, "not yet," and turned his hand palm up, circling one finger around her entrance.
Each touch seemed to reverberate through her entire body. Is this what he means by ready? I had no idea…She started to say his name, "Jaim -" when he pushed two long fingers into her cunt and she cried out instead, his name ending on something of a wailing eeeeee. Brienne writhed against Jaime's hand as he pushed forward, his knuckles pressing against the tender flesh surrounding her entrance and then withdrawing and pushing against her again, over and over, a rhythm like a rushing heartbeat…
Suddenly, she wanted him so badly she gasped, "I want you inside of me, Jaime," but he just looked up at her, his eyes dark as night. His lips quirked a little and he moved his thumb up to rub her clit, the nub of it so sensitive that her back arched and she clutched the blanket on either side of her, anchoring herself against the storm of sensation.
Jaime watched her face a moment as she struggled, fighting to maintain control of her reactions. Seeing her losing the battle had his cock swelling harder, aching for her, to be where his fingers were. But as ready as Brienne was physically, her cunt swollen and wet and her entire body shaking, Jaime was still waiting for the right time. He'd imagined this so, so many times. A hundred fantasies about how he would take her for the first time, each one a little different, except for this, the need to make her let go.
He used his arms to spread her legs further, opening her up to him. He used his fingers to part the lips of her cunt. When the pressure of his fingers left her, Brienne moaned, and as he watched she unclenched one hand from the blanket and placed it over her breast. She was watching him, her eyelids heavy over eyes unfocused with desire, and her lips swollen from biting down on them to keep from keening as he'd worked her. Her fingertips closed over her nipple and she pinched it, pulling it and rolling it between her fingers so roughly that Jaime had to shut his eyes for a minute as his cock throbbed and his balls began to tighten against him. He took several deep breaths before he felt able to look at her again.
"By the Seven, you make me want to fuck you so hard," he whispered, so low he thought she might not hear him.
"Fuck me," she gasped, moving under his hand, "I need you in me. I love you. I want you now, Jaime,"
"Soon," he promised, and lowered his head between her legs, using his tongue against her sensitive skin, licking her until she was bucking against his mouth. He wound his arms around her legs and held her as he drew her inflamed clit into his mouth and began to suckle lightly. Brienne whimpered, but he gave her no chance to rue the loss of her dignity as he began suckling more aggressively, pushing his fingers back inside her, moving them in and out as before, harder and faster as she keened and her legs wrapped tightly around him.
Brienne was already so close to the edge that it seemed only seconds before she was spiraling out of control, her broken cries of ecstasy wrung out of her as she shook and shuddered. Jaime continued thrusting with his hand, but lifted his head to watch her as she came, slowing his movements as her climax subsided.
Jaime moved to lie beside her, holding her as she trembled against him. He'd made her come before, but not like this, not with such intensity.
His mouth closed over hers, urgent kisses burning through her as they wrapped around each other. Jaime pulled away and rested his forehead against Brienne's.
"Now are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," Brienne smiled, reaching up to wipe some moisture from her eyes, "I think I am."
"I'll try to go slow, my love," Jaime whispered.
Brienne positioned herself in the middle of the big bed, not at all nervous. Her pulse was still racing from her climax as Jaime gently spread her thighs. His cock looked impossibly large to Brienne, but the thrill of fear that ran through her in no way dampened her desire.
Lowering his head between her legs again, Jaime lapped at her cunt, flicking his tongue against her clit; it didn't take long at all before the insistent need flared up again and she moaned his name, nearly begging him to enter her.
Jaime moved over her until his cock was nearly at her entrance. Their eyes locked as he balanced on his hand and forearm. He slipped his fingers inside of her, gathering some of the slick moisture there and spreading it over his cock, then rubbing the head of it from the top of her slit to her opening. He nudged forward and she felt her skin stretching as the hot tip of him entered her. Both of them gasped at the sensation.
"I love you," Jaime said, the truth of it burning in his eyes.
"I am yours," Brienne answered, her heart feeling so full of her love for him that she needed to catch her breath at the strength of the emotion.
Jaime pushed further in, and Brienne felt a sharp pain. She did not flinch, but Jaime stopped, pulling back until his cock barely nudged her entrance. He'd felt her thin barrier tear, but at a nod from Brienne he pushed inside again, easing in even further. The effort not to thrust his cock into her had him panting, but he never looked away from her. Jaime's cock against her aroused flesh muted much of the pain as Brienne felt her skin stretching to accommodate him. She hooked a leg over Jaime's hip and pushed herself against him, urging him to enter her more.
He slid in more easily now and the feel of his hot, hard cock inside, filling her, made Brienne groan and reach up to push her fingers through Jaime's hair, tugging lightly. Jaime had stopped short of pushing his cock in all the way, and he trembled as he held himself still so that Brienne could adjust to the feel of him inside.
"You feel so good inside me," Brienne told him huskily.
"Does it hurt?"
"Some, but not enough to stop," Brienne said, "Are you, um, especially large? I have seen little to compare you with…but I've seen other men from time to time, around camp…not that I look, especially,"
Jaime chuckled, "I know you're not as innocent as you pretend to be. To tell you the truth, Wench, I don't know for sure. Probably bigger than some, but not as big as others," he said, thinking that all he had was Cersei's word, and back then she had only been with Robert besides him. He wasn't about to tell Brienne that. "Not Dothraki big, for sure. And not Tyrion big; he's practically legendary."
"Oh, gods, I surely could have done without knowing that!" Brienne squeaked, "How will I look him in the eye now?"
"True, he might notice if all you looked at was his crotch."
Brienne pulled his hair harder, "I didn't mean it like that."
Jaime laughed, "Are you ready for more of me? I'm going to pass out if I have to stay still any longer."
"There's more?" Brienne said, her eyes wide.
"Not much," Jaime groaned, and thrust the last inch or two in, making Brienne grunt in surprise.
"Okay?" Jaime asked.
She laughed, thinking of his bigger than some, but not as big as others, "Okay," she confirmed, determined not to show him that she was now feeling disconcertingly full of his cock. I think I'm going to like this, she thought, when it stops hurting.
And then Jaime began to move inside of her, and she forgot the pain. He pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed back in, slowly entering her to the hilt again. She'd heard lots of off-color jokes comparing cocks to swords and cunts to sheaths, but now she understood why those japes persisted.
Jaime began to move again, his hips rocking into her as he found his rhythm and Brienne began to move with him, albeit a little out of time. He didn't seem to mind, and she found that the feel of him sliding inside of her, of his balls and thighs against her when he thrust, was filling her senses as well, and she stopped thinking about what they were doing and let herself feel it, letting her instincts take over as they moved together in this dance so like sparring; step and slide, thrust and retreat and thrust again.
Soon both were moaning, Jaime thrusting faster and harder, his tempo faltering as he got closer to losing control. His eyes were closed, his face transformed by the ecstasy closing in on him.
"Jaime, my love," Brienne gasped, clutching his heaving shoulders, "I want to watch you as you come. It's alright…just…"
With a last couple of uncontrolled thrusts he slammed into her, his stomach muscles clenching, his head thrown back in an almost silent roar of pleasure as he let go, shuddering against her as he spent himself.
Jaime lowered himself to Brienne's side, she turning in against him, wishing they could stay joined this way a little longer. When they both began to shiver as their skin cooled Brienne pulled the sides of the blanket up over them, not wanting to move even far enough to properly get under it. For a long time they lay there, murmuring to each other and touching. Jaime was the first to fall asleep, seemingly mid-sentence, and Brienne soon followed.
