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Chapter 72

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Sansa placed a large basin of hot water on the bedside table and looked at Jaime suspiciously. She'd forced him to keep to their room – and their bed – for the past three weeks. He had tried arguing, flattery, and sneaking out when her back was turned, but Sansa had not relented. She had done all she could to make him comfortable, but he still complained. She knew it would not be long before he became more aggressive in his attempts to leave their chamber and care for himself.

Which was why she was surprised when he asked if he could trouble her to help him bathe. Each time she had helped him before, he had insisted that he was "not an invalid" and was "perfectly capable" of bathing himself, suggesting instead that she bathe Julianna.

Jaime had been quite irritable the past few days. She knew that the bed rest and confinement to their chamber was getting to him. She had not yet told him, but after Maester Merwyn removed his stitches the day before, he'd told her that Jaime could begin to resume his normal activities. She'd kept it from Jaime because she still felt that he should rest for a few more days. While his injury might be healing, she still noticed that he tired easily and she expected it was because he had lost so much blood and pushed himself so hard on the journey back to the Rock.

Sansa slid the tunic from his shoulders and dropped it on the ground beside the bed. She used her small sewing scissors to cut the bandages around his torso and felt relief that the large gash was no longer an angry red and appeared to have healed almost completely. She reached toward the sponge, but stopped at the sound of his voice. "I do have another wound," he said, gesturing toward his thigh. "Shouldn't you remove these as well?" he asked, nodding at his pants.

"You act as if you are paralyzed," she said, wondering why he was so eager for her to take care of him today. He never willingly accepted help with such simple tasks as undressing.

"You are the one who tells me not to over-exert myself," he said, with a smile as he sat there, looking at her expectantly.

She shook her head in dismay and unlaced the loose sleeping pants he was wearing and slowly slid them down his legs, dropping them on the floor beside his tunic. He was watching her intently, and she was startled to see the intense desire in his eyes. He was staring at her hungrily, as if she were naked before him. Sansa suddenly felt uncomfortable with his nudity, just as she had felt the first time she saw him naked. He was looking at her almost as if he were about to pounce on her and she wasn't sure where to put her eyes. She casually draped a towel across his middle as she began cutting away the dressing on his thigh.

She groaned inwardly as he began to laugh at her covering him up. "You've seen me naked more times than I can count," he murmured, the amusement apparent in his voice. "Surely the sight of my cock doesn't embarrass you, still."

"No," she said in annoyance. "But I don't normally…just stare at it."

"That's not what I've noticed, Sansa. I've seen you studying my…manhood, as you say, quite intently…with your eyes…your hands…your mouth…"

She ignored him and reached for the sponge floating in the basin. She squeezed the hot water from it and began slowly washing his arms and chest. He leaned forward and kissed her. Her hand stilled as his mouth moved over hers. She rested one hand on the back of his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair. She felt his tongue seeking admittance and opened her mouth, moaning softly as he explored her mouth. I have missed this...missed him.

He broke their kiss and leaned back against the pillows and watching her. She met his eyes and colored, knowing that he was thinking about making love to her. She looked back down, focusing on what she was doing. I can't believe he's using a sponge-bath to try to seduce me. She leaned over him to examine the healed slash across his thigh, tracing her finger over the scar. She stopped as she felt him unlacing the back of her gown.

"Jaime," she said in warning as she pulled back, her gown sliding from her shoulders. He's certainly gotten good at doing that with one hand.

"I thought you'd be more comfortable in your shift. You wouldn't want to get soapy water all over your lovely gown, would you?" His face was the picture of innocence, but she knew that he had more wanton thoughts in his head than concern about her gown.

"I thought you were too weak to untie your own laces. Yet you have me half out of my gown?" she asked, pointedly

"I rallied my strength to assist you," he said with a seductive smile and a gleam in his eyes. Perhaps he is recovered, she thought. She had helped him bathe many times since he'd returned from battle, and he'd never taken it sexually before, as he clearly did now. "Lock the door, sweet girl…we've received far too many visitors to our bedchamber of late. For the sake of my modesty?"

Sansa rose to her feet, shaking her head. "You've not an ounce of modesty, Jaime." She bolted the door and resumed her seat next to him, pulling her gown back up over her shoulder.

"Take your gown off," he purred, removing the towel she had draped over his middle and dropping it on the floor. He leaned back against the pillows, naked as his nameday and stared into her eyes. She looked him over and saw that he was already hardening with arousal.

"Jaime, you're not well enough to…make love. You haven't completely regained your strength."

He sighed heavily. "If you won't allow me to fuck you just yet, at least let me look at you."

"You need to rest," she said, scowling at his choice of words as she sat on the edge of the bed and tried to resume bathing him.

Jaime smirked at her. "My heart rate could stand to be raised a bit. It would do me good." He pulled at her gown again, exposing her shoulders. "Come, sweet girl, take this off." She could tell that he was deliberately making his voice low, trying to seduce her. She did miss their physical intimacy. Every night since he'd awoken from his fever, Sansa had cuddled next to him in bed, and shared many kisses with him, but they had not made love, due to her fear of injuring him.

Now, as she decided what to do, she realized that he had her gown off her shoulders and pooled around her waist already, so she gave in and took it off, sitting beside him wearing only her shift. I don't sleep in much more. There's nothing…too wrong with this.

She resumed bathing his chest, careful to be gentle as she cleaned his scars. He was rubbing his hand up and down her arm and she did her best to ignore him. "You're so beautiful…thinking of you got me through the three days ride back here." She looked up at his face then. "To escape the pain I…went away and thought about you."

"What about me?" He'd told her before, but she liked hearing him say how thoughts of her had taken away his pain.

"Your sweet smile, the way you look at me…though what worked most," he said, leaning towards her, "Was thinking about making love to you…what it feels like to be inside you," His smile broadened and she knew she was blushing. "Did you miss having me in your bed?" he purred, sliding the strap of her shift down and kissing her bare shoulder.

"I see you're feeling better," she managed to whisper, feeling her body heat at the feel of his mouth on her skin, while his arousal was so apparent.

"Did you miss me?"

"I missed everything about you, Jaime." He closed the short distance between them, covering her mouth with his own. They'd kissed countless times since he returned from battle, but not as passionately as this. There was no mistaking his intentions as his tongue entered her mouth and his hand found her breast, slipping inside her shift. She lost herself in what he was doing to her for a moment before she remembered herself.

"Jaime…you're not up to this."

She was startled when he placed her hand on his manhood, which was hard in her palm. "As you see, I'm quite up to the task," he whispered, kissing her again and chuckling as she pulled her hand away.

"Jaime, you need to heal. I don't...you're still weak." Even to her own ears, her protests were unconvincing. He had moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking as he spoke softly in her ear. "I'll have you know that I spoke to the Maester this morning, while you were tending to Julianna…he said some exercise would be good for me."

She moaned despite herself at the feel of Jaime rolling her nipple between his fingers. She knew she should stop him, but she found it difficult to get away from him, as his arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her still. He has regained quite a lot of his strength. Though, if she was honest with herself – she didn't want to stop him. She so loved kissing him and being close to him. Sansa began moving her mouth over his chest, kissing his skin as he began to breathe heavily. She slid her hand over the planes of his chest and stomach, finally closing it around his hardness and gently stroking him. Jaime groaned in pleasure and covered her hand with his own, increasing her speed and pressure, no doubt believing she was being too gentle. She still worried that he was overexerting himself, but there was such pleasure in his eyes, she couldn't bring herself to stop. She felt him pulling her on top of him and pressed her hand against his chest. "Jaime, no…I'm going to hurt you."

He chuckled. "I am feeling no pain right now." He nuzzled his nose against her, trailing kisses over her neck. "Maester Merwyn said this was fine…don't worry."

"He could not have meant," she looked at him and saw the gleam in his eye. "You asked him if we could…" She saw the confirmation in his eyes and her mouth dropped open in embarrassment. "How can I face him?"

Jaime chuckled against her neck. "We have a child…he's well aware that we've had sex...though he may not know quite how often."

She huffed and looked him over, noting the location of his wounds as she felt his hand reaching beneath her shift and trying to pull down her smallclothes. "I suppose he does." His eyes darkened with desire and triumph that she was giving in. He watched her carefully, his gaze increasingly heated, as she helped him remove her smallclothes completely. "You'll lie still?"

He quickly nodded. He'll agree to anything right now, so long as we make love. She carefully straddled his lap, leaning over to grab both of her pillows, piling them behind Jaime, in addition to the ones that were already there. This isn't wanton…I'm taking away his pain. I'm comforting my husband. She rested her hands on either side of his face, enjoying the feel of his beard beneath her fingers.

"I love you," she whispered, kissing him again. Jaime had told her she could shave away his beard, but she found she rather liked it. It made him look more like a Northerner.

She felt him thrusting upward, brushing against her and she broke the kiss, shaking her head. "Lie still." She could see it was an effort for him to stop and let her do the work. He started pushing her shift up and Sansa smiled as she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She noted his shallow breathing as his eyes and hand roamed over her body. I suppose it has been quite a while since he's seen me naked like this. Sansa had insisted on sleeping in her shift since his return, not trusting Jaime to keep his hands to himself while she slept.

She felt his hardness against her thigh as he touched her breasts. Sansa closed her eyes in pleasure as he touched and kissed her. When she couldn't wait any longer - and knew he could not - she reached between them and took him in her hand, smiling at his gasp of pleasure when she brushed her thumb over the tip of him. She slowly lowered herself onto his manhood, both of them moaning at the feeling. She leaned forward and kissed him as she moved over him, reaching past him to grip the headboard, using it as leverage, so she was the one exerting herself. His head rolled back against the pillows and he began moaning her name in pleasure, his hand resting on her hip, fingers splayed over her bottom.

Sansa arched her back and closed her eyes as she raised and lowered herself up and down his manhood. She sighed his name when she felt his mouth cover her nipple and begin to suckle. He began to instinctively thrust up against her and she tilted her head up and met his eyes. "No. Lie. Still. Or we stop."

He smirked and reached for her, pulling her face down to his and kissing her brutally. "You needn't be so gentle…not after how long it's been since I've had you. Not when you spent weeks thinking we might never again be together like this." She had never voiced it aloud, but it seemed he knew how afraid she was when he was gone. "You deserve some pleasure as well," he murmured, kissing her again.

He wrapped his arm around her, the golden hand pressing into her bottom as he began stroking her pleasure spot. Sansa forgot herself, releasing the headboard and wrapping her arms around Jaime's neck as she peaked.

He took advantage of her distraction and before she could protest, he had her on her back and was thrusting into her, his face buried against her neck. She had her hands on his shoulders and slid one up, stroking the back of his head. Jaime moved to kiss her, gazing into her eyes, a smirk firmly fixed on his face.

"Jaime….I told you to lie still."

He groaned as he thrust into her. "That was worse torture than any pain this causes," he murmured, kissing her again. He continued thrusting into her, his actions growing faster and more erratic as he got closer to peaking. She gently stroked his face, seeing that he was close to his release. Any reservations she had were gone, as she watched the pleasure wash over his face when he stilled inside her, his seed spilling into her as he moaned that he loved her. She leaned up to kiss him.

"I love you too, Jaime." He rolled onto his back, wincing slightly at the pain in his leg. Sansa gave him a look. "I told you-"

"That's the reunion I was expecting," he said, a self-satisfied grin on his face, despite his pain. "Come here," he said, beckoning her over. Sansa crept towards him, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her.

"You shouldn't wear yourself out like that, Jaime. You nearly died."

He chuckled, running his hand over her bare skin. "That is exactly how I should wear myself out. It was well worth it. For you as well, I believe. You're the one who wants me to stay in bed. That's certainly one way to keep me here. I'd agree to stay here for another week, so long as you join me once or…twice a day for some…exercise."

She shook her head at his wantonness, and softly kissed his chest. "You should sleep now, Jaime, so you don't relapse."

He nodded, closing his eyes. "I will, as long as you lie here with me."

Sansa closed her eyes, listening to Jaime's heartbeat and his breathing, feeling it get even as sleep claimed him. She slipped from his arms, once she was certain that he was asleep, smiling at the peaceful expression on his face. She gently stroked his hair and kissed him softly. "I love you," she whispered, covering him with a fur before putting on a dressing gown and resuming her seat by the fire, working on her sewing while he slept. Despite his bravado, it was clear that Jaime had exhausted himself, since he slept for the rest of the day.

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Jaime was relieved when Sansa finally relented and agreed that he was quite recovered and no longer insisted that he remain confined to their bedchamber. Though, as he sat at the desk in his solar and read the hastily scrawled message from King's Landing, a part of him wished that he could remain hidden away with Sansa, and not have to face the world.

Nephew,

As I write, King's Landing is under siege by Daenerys Targaryen. Our scouts report that she commands an army of 20,000. The Nightswatch travels with her, though it's unclear if they are fighting on her behalf, or merely pursuing the White Walkers. You may be skeptical, but my scouts have seen that she has three dragons with her, burning all that try to stop her.

I beg you, Jaime, to flee Westeros as I am. Take your wife and daughter and go to the Free Cities. If the Dragon Queen, as she calls herself, conquers King's Landing, she will certainly want your head before long.

Your Uncle,
Ser Kevan Lannister

Jaime looked up at Ser Addam, astonished that his uncle also reported that the Targaryen girl possessed dragons. Kevan Lannister was never one for tall tales. And after his encounter with the White Walkers, Jaime was reluctant to dismiss the reports of dragons as fantasy, though he wondered how, after so many years, dragons could be walking the earth again.

"What do you wish to do?"

Jaime met Ser Addam's eyes as he placed the letter on his desk. "Are you asking if I plan to flee the Realm?"

"Do you not think that it's a good idea?"

"The Rock is impenetrable. It's never been breached."

"Dragonfire is not the same as an enemy army. It is a different matter altogether. You've seen Harrenhal. I doubt the Rock could withstand dragonfire without burning to the ground. Ser Kevan is right." Jaime looked at him in question. "She will want your head. For killing her father, the Mad King. You won't consider leaving? If not for yourself, for Lady Sansa and the child?"

"I'll not run off like some craven in the night. The Red Keep will not fall so easily. And if it should…I'll consider again the wisdom of staying here. But not now."

Ser Addam nodded and left Jaime to his solitude. He knew that his friend believed he was making a mistake, but it wasn't so easy to simply abandon Casterly Rock to the Targaryens. The Rock was his home. It was the one place he had ever been truly happy. It was the first and last place that he was part of a family. He thought of how Sansa longed to see her Winterfell again, and imagined he would feel a similar longing were he driven from his own childhood home.

The Red Keep may not fall. If it does…then I'll consider leaving. I already allowed one Targaryen to change the course of my life. I'll not allow another to do so, if I can help it.

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