Chapter 41

Sandor and Shalene didn't cross paths all evening. When the feast began, she sat beside him as usual but Jaime had been seated next to her. Everyone was having a great time, laughing, joking, drinking. Tommen fit in well with all the other children, Sandor was secretly happy the boy had been taken away from the capitol, at least now, maybe he had a chance at a real life. He did seem to have taken quiet a likening to Lucian.

Sandor turned to talk to Shalene and felt the rage rise again that he had cooled during the day. She was totally engrossed in conversation with Jaime as if she had known him her whole life. Sandor reached over, under the table, and placed his hand on her thigh, she turned to him and smiled, her eyes glowing, but she didn't take his hand like he thought she would or should. It made him even more angry and he felt rejected. He dealt with these feelings by drinking even more.

Before long, the dancing began, he watched as many couples danced, he refused to dance with Shalene and was then even more angry when she spent the evening dancing with Jaime. She looked so beautiful in the firelight, skin dark and smooth, her black hair swirling around her. Her dress was beautiful, the color of the ocean. He was battling with his love for her, anger at her looking at the Kingslayer the way she was, and his feelings of rejection and not being worthy of her. The longer he sat there, the more he drank. He watched Jaime pull her close to him, his hand low on her back, and as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, Sandor saw red. He stormed over to them and jerked Shalene away from Jaime and tried to drag her away.

Shalene was livid! She allowed him to move out the area everyone was in and then she asked," What the hell is wrong with you?"

Sandor couldn't control his fury," You are mine! You belong to me! You cannot let him touch you like that! I'll kill him!"

Shalene jerked her arm away from him and said," I am not one of your horses. I do not belong to you or anyone. I will do anything I want to anyone I want. You have no say in it. If I want someone to touch me, I'll allow it. I don't know who you think you are, but mistake me for something you bought. It seems you haven't learned a thing." She gave him such a contemptuous look that he stepped away from her then turned and went to the stables and left on Stranger.

Shalene calmed herself and returned to the feast. Tyrion was watching her questioningly. She said," It seems he has forgotten what he should have learned. He has no right to try to possess me. I sent Tomaerys away as much as I didn't want to. I am not to be owned, Tyrion."

He looked at her knowingly. " I understand. Some men start feeling that way when they are to be married."

Shalene looked at him for a minute," I gave him three lovers and he forced mine away. If I chose another, he will either learn to deal with it or there won't be a marriage. Why do people turn so jealous, Tyrion. They make things so complicated. You know me, I won't be controlled."

Tyrion laughed and said," Yes, my sweet child, I do know that so well. Just enjoy yourself, look, here comes my charming brother."

Jaime and Shalene enjoyed several more dances as well as goblets of wine. They shared touches and kisses. Shalene had already decided that she would have a taste of this golden Lannister lion so they quietly slipped away to go to his rooms. Tyrion watched and shook his head.

Shalene was glad to see that Edgar had seen to it that Jaime's rooms were the ones that opened to the private pool and veranda that also had a lounging bed on it. The air was cool and fragrant, softly lit by braziers the staff had started earlier. She led him out to the small courtyard and turned to him. Neither seemed to have the need for words. Their eyes spoke enough. Shalene reached up and traced a feather soft caress down his jaw then using her fingertips, traced his full lips. He grasped her hand, kissing each finger and letting his tongue lightly taste each one. Shalene moved his hand to her hair and he filled his hand with it, pulling her to him and leaned down to kiss her, letting his tongue trace along her bottom lip before they both deepened it, leading to an aching hunger for more. Shalene slowly backed away from him, but held onto his tunic, pulling him with her as she edged to the pool.

Jaime watched her with a knowing, confident gaze. He let his usual arrogant smirk play across his lips as he watched Shalene slowly, seductively undress and walk back to him. He thought he wouldn't find anyone that appealed to him after Cercei, but he had learned what she truly was and he no longer felt the same way about her. In fact, he felt nothing at all about her except what a fool he had been all those years.

He watched Shalene as she unlaced his tunic and pulled it over his head. He kicked his boots off and saw her look at his golden hand. She said," Take it off. I want you, nothing false. Don't look like that. We all have scars and faults. That is a mask you wear to cover a fault that others make you feel ashamed of."

She unlaced his breeches as he hesitantly took off the golden hand, he still felt very uncomfortable and insecure about it, feeling less of a man, but he gave in to her request. As he stepped out of his breeches, she ran her fingers through the golden curls on his chest and stomach. He felt himself harden as he watched her lean into his chest and breath deeply, her eyes closed as if she were remembering a wonderful dream. When she opened her eyes and met his, he felt his skin tingle at the open primal lust in them. Gods! What a wild little thing.

Shalene walked to the pool and Jaime openly admired her as she moved. Her hair so black and curly. Her small body, perfectly shaped, firm, lean, well muscled but still womanly. He wasn't used to someone who wasn't a Lady of Court, this was a new vision. An obviously active, outgoing woman. She was stepping into the water when she turned to him, her eyes moving over every inch of him. He took her in, in turn. She was exquisite! Tits high and firm, dark, hard nipples. He could feel his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat. When he saw her lick her lips, he felt that sensation come over him as it does right before a battle. Senses alive, skin tingling, adrenaline pumping. He felt like a stalking beast.

She beckoned him to her and he readily followed, at the steps of the pool, she turned and looked at him, letting her eyes roam over his finely honed body, noting the numerous scars and the way his muscles rippled under his skin. She reached out to him, letting her fingertips barely graze his skin, listening to his breath quicken just slightly. She trailed her touch over his face and down his body, exploring him at her leisure, slowly walking around him, touching, smiling at the responses she received by the reactions of his body. As she stood behind him, she moved close , sliding her arms around his waist, allowing her hard nipples to graze his back before she drug her fingernails from his stomach, to his ribs, up to his wide, heavily muscled shoulders and then, with a bit more aggression, down his back, enjoying the groan that escaped his lips.

Jaime couldn't claim to have been with many women. In fact he had only been with one but he did know how to please a woman. Although, his times with his twin were rough, hard and quick, he always at her beck and call, he had secretly wanted love making that was slower and gave an opportunity for exploring the other, he was desperately enjoying this. He felt empowered by the way she looked at him and what she had said about his missing hand. As she touched his body, he closed his eyes and stood still, feeling the sensation as it became more arousing. He took a deep breath and was momentarily lost in her scent. It seemed to awaken memories, but right at that moment, he couldn't find the desire to trace those thoughts. He felt her arms ease around him and he had to consciously control the urge to touch her, he just needed her to touch him right now. He felt his breathing quicken just a bit and his skin come alive as she let her nails glide over him. He couldn't help but groan as she raked them down his back, Gods! He wanted to push her to the ground and fuck her hard and fast but that was the old Jaime. He didn't have to be like that anymore so he let himself get lost in the slow, exploring pace that this temptress was setting.

Shalene moved back to stand in from of Jaime, moving close, letting her hands trace his thighs. She only came to his chest so she took full advantage of that by tasting his skin, letting her tongue move slowly, kissing and nibbling wherever she felt the desire to do so. She smiled inwardly, as she breathed deeply of his male scent, what was it about the way a man smells that turned her on so? Jaime smelled lightly of sweat, wine, horses and pine. All things wild and untamable, it made her want to ravage him. He was so different than other men who she had been attracted to. They were always dark of eye and hair, yet he was as golden as the sun. She wanted to enjoy him.

She moved her hands back to his chest, dragging them through the curls that were there and bit his nipple, just hard enough. She heard him chuckle from deep in his chest as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to him and said," You're a vicious little minx. Do tease me, I like that. Don't leave the other one feeling neglected."

She was having a bit of trouble keeping the predator side of her down but she gave in a bit as she slid her hand down to his cock, softly sliding her hand down his length, gently squeezing it for a moment before she moved her hands and cupped his solidly muscled ass and pulled him to her. She traced the neglected nipple with her tongue and bit him with slightly more force than she had the other. She was rewarded with a growl from him as he pulled her head back by her hair, it hurt but it felt so good. Their eyes met again, black challenging vivid green, Lion battling Snake.

His lips were soft but demanding as he kissed her. Lightly sliding his tongue over her lower lip and gently nibbling on it. His kiss became more consuming, each wanting more, struggling to control the animal trying to escape.

She moved her hand down his shaft, relishing the smoothness of it, hearing his moans, she smiled, liking the feeling of having such a large and powerful warrior, who was as legendary as Jaime Lannister, in her control. It was always enjoyable to know that a little woman like her could bring a man such as this to his quivering knees. And men always think that they are the most powerful.

Jaime couldn't get enough of tasting this dark beauty, he started moving against her, in time with the motion of her small hand on his cock, if she kept this up, he wasn't sure he would last much longer. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman. He leaned down and trailed kisses along her throat, holding her to him with his hand less right arm. Shalene gently pushed back from him and kissed down his chest, tasting and kissing down his stomach as she knelt in front of him, his hand still grasping her hair.

His voice was deep and heavy with desire as he told her," Little Minx, I am embarrassed to say, I haven't been with a woman in a very long while. I fear that if you do what you're about to do, I won't last long."

Shalene met his gaze, he clearly saw what lurked in the depths of that black gaze and it filled him with a lust he had never felt with his twin. She said so seductively it made his heart race," That's the whole point, Ser. A small taste, then it's time for the feast. Unless of course, you don't feel you are up to conquering what will lie before you."

Jaime never turned down a challenge, this was a wild and wicked woman, he'd be damned if she would win this. " By all means, Princess. Have your taste." he said with all of the Lannister arrogance he possessed. He watched her as she grasped his cock with both hands, one above the other, he knew he was very well built, in all places, he had been in the bath houses with too many men to count over the years, there were very few who rivaled his size, and he had only noted one who was larger. Sandor Clegane. Jaime thought it funny that for all the size of Gregor Clegane, in the cock area, he didn't have much to boast about.

His attention was brought back to his lover a she leaned forward and trailed her tongue over the head of his cock, tasting his essence. He didn't try to control the moan that small, erotic vision brought from him. She began to slowly stroke him again, taking him in her mouth, so slowly, all the time, he could feel her tongue moving over him. He moved her hair so he could watch everything she was doing She felt him tense a bit so she took more of him into her mouth, licking and sucking him as she slid her hands up and down the length of him. Shalene looked up and met his gaze as she moved one hand lower to cup his balls, gently massaging them, feeling how tight they were as he started fucking into her mouth. She wondered as she slid her mouth off of him and took one of his balls into her mouth, gently teasing and sucking on it, how a man can want you to be so gentle with them and the slightest bump brings them to their knees and yet they can fuck a woman so hard it it's almost painful and they don't complain about those curious stones then. Men.

Jaime felt his body tensing as he watched his cock sliding between those luscious red lips, he pulled her hair even more, holding her there as he fucked her mouth, Gods, he could die right now, this is exquisite! When she took his balls into her hot, wet mouth, he couldn't control the shudder that shook his body or the gasp that passed his lips as he let his head fall back, savoring the pleasure he's feeling. When she took him back into her mouth, taking all she could, stroking, sucking, licking, he felt that familiar tension build in his groin. He could feel sweat rolling down his body, his breathing was heavy and fast. He pushed her down again on his cock as he thrust into her mouth. Shalene knew he was there, she braced her hand against his thigh as he threw his head back again, his body trembling with the beginnings of his release. Jaime lost himself as he felt his seed explode from him, causing him to thrust deeply into Shalene's mouth. Blinding pleasure is all consuming, as he groans and mutters, ' FUCKFUCKFUCK!" over and over again. It seems to be the only word that he's capable of. Wave after wave of ecstasy roll through his body, making him wonder if this is what the Seven Heavens feel like. His twin could and never made him feel like this.

It takes him a few blissful moments to find his thoughts again, he opened his eyes as he felt her stand up. He felt that familiar smirk grace his lips as he used his thumb to wipe a drop of his seed away from her chin, it turned into a devilish grin as she sucked it off his thumb. Shalene took his hand and led him to the pool, and then moved away from him, pouring them both a glass of wine. As they sat opposite each other, a few feet apart, they took the time to just look at each other, both of them wise in the game of reading a person and calculating the next move. Shalene broke the silence by saying," I've heard many things about you, The Golden Lion of Lannister. Tell me something about you that I don't know. Your reputation precedes you, though I'm not one for believing rumors. I like to make my own opinion of people. I won't ask the obvious question. Somehow I feel that honest answer isn't for me. So I'll ask, why are you no longer with your sister? Your son looks exactly like you. Don't look at me like that, I'm not a Westerosi prude. I am not one to judge. My lover before I met Sandor was Aerys Targaryen's bastard, so far be it from me to pass judgement. Maybe you know of Tomaerys?"

Jaime felt the past folding in on him as he watched her face. He remembered the bastard son. He had often wondered why Robert Baratheon hadn't found him and had him butchered. Maybe he didn't know about him. He's not entirely sure he wants to bring Cercei into any conversation so he decided to try to just focus on the Targaryen boy. " I know of him, he was just a child when I last saw him, he was just talking well. I never knew what happened to him."

Shalene tells him," My Father happened to him. Do you remember Princess Elia's handmaiden, Tomaria? She was my Father's paramour, Ellaria's sister. King Aerys raped her. Tomaria sent for my Father to come and bring him here. This is where I met him, we grew up together and in time he became my lover."

Jaime watched her face, taking in all this information. He sensed a sadness in her when she told him about this man, he asked," Where is he? Why is he not here with you?"

Shalene peered at him intently for a moment and said," I sent him away. I love him too much. I love Sandor also, but for all his fierceness and deadly brilliance, he didn't realize who or what Tomaerys is. He would have killed Sandor, just for the fact of him thinking he can possess me. I love where I want to, I will not allow someone to smother the life from me, just because he feels I belong to him. Can you tame the wind and rain? Can you control the sun and stars? Can you demand submission from the nature around you? No man should ask that of me, I ask it from no man. Shouldn't I be given the same respect?"

Jaime felt his amazement at this wild minx growing. Such a wild force to handled. She was soft and demure, wild and untamed, everything womanly yet everything wild. Part of him felt that same sense of want for freedom like that but a stronger part desired to be wanted, loved, needed. Not for what his sword could do but for himself, as a man, a lover, all the real things he'd never had a chance to be.

He didn't really know what to say to her but found that he didn't have to say anything as Shalene was moving towards him. His gaze traveled over her body, taking in the perfect symmetry of her shape. Lithe and muscular but still female. Her long hair trailing behind her as she reached him and turned around, nestling herself on his lap. She leaned back against his chest, tilting her head to the side so they could share a deep, passionate kiss as she pulled his arms around her. He cupped her jaw with his good hand, turning her head so that he could kiss and tease her neck, he felt her hand move into his hair, pulling and caressing the thick curls there, he could feel himself start to harden again as she slowly moved on him. He moved his hand to her tits, and found her nipples hard and sensitive, he wanted to be gentle but the urge to be rough was strong right now as he took one and teased it between his fingers, he almost thought he hurt her as he felt her muscles tense but as soon as he heard her moan he knew that this is what she wanted.

He was shocked and almost pushed her away when he felt her take his hated right arm and guide his stump between her legs and cover it with her small hand, using him and it to pleasure herself. What in the Seven Hells? He hadn't ever dreamed of a woman taking pleasure from something like that. He had only received pity and revulsion by having it. But he could tell from the reactions of her body and her whispered words that she was truly enjoying it. He couldn't help but smile as he took control of their lovemaking.

Shalene felt Jaime responding and then leading in the direction she wanted him to go, so she let herself go, enjoying his touch, the demanding roughness, his new found confidence in what he felt as loss of what made him a man. She hadn't really given any thought to why she decided to pleasure herself like that, she just needed more and instinct took over.

This felt glorious, so much different from fingers. She felt him take control of this, and his hardness was very evident against her ass. She arched her back, raising herself up as she positioned herself over him, her downward movement met his upward thrust, their moans of pleasure sounding in unison. Shalene reached up to his head, pulling it down and her neck and whispered," Make me yours tonight, Jaime," and felt a deep grumble against her back as he held her against him and took her with raw, uncontrolled desperation, pounding into her as if this was the last time, his last moment alive and he had to take every second of it. They were each lost in their own world of lust, desire, moans, kisses. Each one on the verge of their own moment of indescribable pleasure that it hit them with such a blinding intensity they echoed each others roars of release and conquest.

After what felt like an eternity, they both laughed in satisfaction. Knowing a moment of connection between them that no one but them shared. They made their way to the bed on the veranda, falling into an exhausted sleep, limbs entangled, never knowing about the grey eyes watching them, filled with anger and rage or the dagger gripped so tightly in his fist his arm was shaking.