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CERSEI

When she saw all those men, she did not know what to make of it. Had her son sent them there so that they would bring her safely back to King's Landing? Or were they enemies of the crown, which only meant that they were her enemies as well?

Someone approached her on foot. She looked at him. He looked older than her. He was bearded and wore filthy rags. And yet…

"Jaime?" she whispered.

When he stopped in front of her, she had no doubt that it was him. He looked as if he had aged a lot all the time that they had been apart. He was thinner and seemed a little weak. She didn't like his beard; it didn't allow his handsome face to show. But it was indeed him, her Jaime, there was no doubt about that.

She smiled and tried not to cry. He pulled her in his protective arms, and she felt safe in his embrace – she always did. She didn't care about all those men on their horses. They were watching a scene of affection between a brother and a sister, nothing more.

Jaime slowly broke the embrace. "What are you doing here?" he asked her.

It was hard to reply to that. The truth was wounding her pride. "Well…Joffrey banished me from the capital", she finally admitted.

She noticed that certain men tried to hide their grins and their chuckled behind their palms. An angry Jaime turned around and looked at them. All of them stopped and looked serious. Has he inherited father's icy gaze? she wondered.

When Jaime turned around to her again, however, she did not fail to notice that the anger was melting off his face. Sadness replaced it. What has happened now? she wondered.

She whispered his name, and he raised his right arm. Where there used to be a hand, she now saw a stump. There were bandages covering it, but there was no doubt: Jaime's right hand was not in its place.

"I can't protect you anymore", he said and Cersei distinctly heard self-loathing in his voice.

She didn't know what to say or what to do. She wanted to ask him what had happened, how he had lost his hand, but all those men were listening. They most likely already knew what had happened, but still Jaime would feel humiliated if he told her the story in front of them.

Jaime had never come to her like that before, vulnerable and almost unrecognizable. She used to believe that he would always be there for her, to protect her, to love her, but now he looked almost like a stranger. He was now a crippled, broken, wrong reflection of herself. She wanted to save him, but she had never been able to even save herself.

She put her hand on his arm and lowered it. She didn't want to look at that ugly stump anymore. Jaime's right hand is cut off; Tyrion's nose is almost entirely cut off; what cruel fate awaits me? she thought.

"I am glad that you are safe, brother", she said. "Are you heading to King's Landing?"

"We were", Jaime answered. "Now we cannot go."

"Ser Jaime—" a man started.

"My sister", Jaime cut him off without even glancing at him, "is banished from the capital. Am I supposed to leave her all by herself? Am I supposed to leave her to some of you? I do not think so."

"We have to take you to your father, Lord Tywin", the man insisted. "He has to see that you are alive and well."

Cersei was glad and proud that her twin brother still stood up for her and wanted to be there for her. She wanted to spend more time with him, but if Tywin Lannister did not soon make sure that his son was alive, he might start a war that they could not afford. And with the king getting madder and madder as time went by, things would be harder. Why would the Tyrells support them again? Why would anyone support them?

"He is right, Jaime", she told him. "You have to go to father before he fights and kills everyone, believing that you are dead." Apart from changing Jaime's mind, Cersei knew that she had to remind everyone that House Lannister was still a powerful House to be feared.

"All right", Jaime gave in. "But tonight we will camp here."

No one disagreed, and Cersei was glad to see that her brother still had power and was respected despite the loss of his sword hand. She still wondered how this had happened, but she was not entirely sure that she wanted ask that question. For now, she could pretend that it had not happened. It would be hard, she knew it, but she could not deal with that problem at that moment as well. She had to think about what she would do away from King's Landing.

Am I still the Queen? she wondered. I bore Robert's cruelty, Jaime's jealousy, Stark's discoveries, everyone's accusations. I stood my ground, I remained the Queen. And now I am no longer the Queen because my son has lost his mind? It was ironic. It was a bitter joke from the gods. The gods have no mercy, that's why they're gods.

"I need a word with my sister", Jaime announced. "Don't follow us. I'll be a good boy, I won't run; I promise."

He took Cersei's arm and led her away from all those men, someplace where they could have that word absolutely in private. Cersei thought that she caught a glimpse of a woman among the men, but she decided that she was tired that her eyes were playing tricks on her. Besides, that person looked too big to be a woman.

They stood among tall trees. A soft breeze made the leaves on the ground move and fly. It was so romantic, and although Cersei had never been like that in her life, she thought that this was the perfect scenery for her reunion with her brother and lover.

She could see that he wanted her. And she would be a damn liar if she said that she did not want him. He had been away from her for far too long. Lancel tried, she remembered, but he could never be Jaime. No one could ever be Jaime.

"I've missed you", she admitted. "I've missed you so much, Jaime. I knew that you weren't dead, I would have felt it; but I was afraid that I would never see you again."

He put his hand on her waist. "I know", he said. "But I would never die without you. I love you."

She leaned in to him, and he gave a light kiss to her soft lips. She trembled as if that was their first kiss. She didn't even remember it anymore. When had it happened? How? She only knew that it had been innocent as first. Until it wasn't, she thought.

She wanted more. Both of them wanted more. He kissed her hungrily, and she responded with equal fervor. His hand was everywhere, moving all over her body. He pinned her to a tree, having her all for himself so that he could devour her. His passion was a consuming fire, burning her, until she almost begged for more.

His mouth attacked her pulse point, while his left hand found her right breast. He sucked at the skin of her neck and bit at it, while his hand weighed and cupped and massaged her breast. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and Cersei could not prevent the moans form coming out of her mouth.

"I want you inside me", she whispered in his ear. "Now."

Jaime obeyed immediately. She released his hard cock from his breeches as he lifted her gown up to her waist. Holding it in his fist, he penetrated her. Her legs were around his waist, giving him better access inside her.

He thrust deeply inside her as if he wanted to break her. Cersei knew that he would never do anything to hurt her, so she joined the rhythm that he was setting. She met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, and that rich, primitive sound made her gasp.

Her walls clenched around him, and she knew that she was close. One more thrust would be a push off the cliff, a push over the edge…And she came, gasping and howling and holding on to him as thought for dear life. Jaime followed her, groaning as he released himself inside her.

As she came down from the clouds where her head was swimming, she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and stood on her feet. She straightened her gown as Jaime laced his breeches.

"I've missed you", he whispered and it sounded as if he were praying.

Okay, people, we made it! THREE pages of Jaime/Cersei stories! That's some progress! If anyone has any J/C ideas, post them! We need more J/C stories!

Now, back to this chapter. Yes, I wrote some smut, because Jaime and Cersei had sex in the book when they reunited (they better fuck on that altar in the show when Joffrey dies, or I shall unleash my wrath! Translation: I'll be sad and disappointed but still so happy that Game Of Thrones is real…). I hope you liked this chapter! If you did, why don't you leave a review? I love reviews!