When Lyanna woke in Jaime Lannister's arms for the second morning in a row she wasn't alarmed or startled this time. She remembered where she was and who she was with and felt no need to pull away from him. It was actually kind of nice being near him. Maybe he was irritating at times but had done nothing to try to manipulate her the way Rhaegar had. He had seen the way she'd looked at him when he'd taken his shirt off and if he had wanted to take advantage of her, he could have. Rhaegar would have done so. She felt guilty for taking comfort in the closeness. It was her wanton nature that had caused her father and brother to die, that had forced her to leave everyone else that she loved behind. And here she was cuddled up next to a handsome man the first chance she got. Lyanna forced herself to gently pull away from him, tears in her eyes.
"Lyanna?" Jaime was awake and had noticed her tears.
"I'm sorry...I should go…" She fled the room and went to the privy. The privy was just a small closet of a room with a chamber pot that needed to be dumped overboard daily. It took her a little while to compose herself enough to return to him.
Jaime could see that she had been crying when she returned to him. He didn't ask her why. He assumed it probably had a lot to do with the people they had left behind. If he had been the type of person to cry, he would probably be crying now too. He had left everyone behind too. She sat down on the bed next to him, unsure what to do with herself. Wanting offer at least a little comfort, because he had come to at least like Lyanna Stark in the last few days, he reached over and put his hand on hers.
Lyanna hadn't meant to take comfort in his touch. She didn't want to. And yet she felt a sense of relief at his touch and in his nearness. As soon as she recognized it she was filled with renewed guilt which set off a flood of silent tears.
"Lyanna?" Jaime asked for the second time that morning. "What's going on with you? Are you homesick or is it something else?"
She didn't answer him but she did gently pull her hand from beneath his. She couldn't allow herself to feel anything positive for him. If she let him comfort her then what was to stop her from wantonly throwing herself at him later? She had to keep him distant.
Jaime was a little hurt that she had rejected his gesture but not terribly so. She was still a bit of a mystery to him so she might have very well meant nothing by it. "Well if you don't want to talk, perhaps you'd rather spar?" He asked. She agreed to that.
In the following days, Lyanna and Jaime fell into a routine of sparring, meals, reading, then sleeping. Most mornings they woke up embraced. At first it had been Lyanna who sought Jaime in her sleep but after a time he reached for her too. She felt exceedingly guilty about it, guilty because she liked it and guilty because she felt she didn't deserve to feel any of those sorts of feelings ever again. Not after what they had caused the last time. Jaime began to feel guilty too. He had never wanted any woman other than Cersei. He had been drawn to other women sometimes but he had never wanted them, not truly. He had always believed that no other woman could compare to her anyway. Now waking up with Lyanna pressed close to him every morning he was starting to lose faith in the idea that there was no woman in the world for him but Cersei. Even so, he was not going to be unfaithful to Cersei. All he was doing was sleeping next to another woman. And hugging her close to him every night. And sometimes when she was asleep he would rest his hand on the curve of her breast or her hip. He would never take it further than that, his guilt wouldn't allow him to.
Nearly a month had passed and they were nearly across the narrow sea. Lyanna dreamt of Rhaegar as she often did. His hand was resting on her breast and he was kissing her, his tongue was in her mouth and his manhood was inside her and it all felt so blissful, she was calling out his name. Then she awoke. Jaime was awake and was looking at her strangely. Then she realized that one of his hands were resting on her breast and his breathing was quickened.
"You miss him?" He asked her huskily. "I heard you call out his name."
"I miss the way he made me feel." She told him honestly.
"I miss someone too." Jaime admitted.
"Who was she?" Lyanna asked. It might have shocked her at one time that a knight of the king's guard would have a mistress but no any more.
Jaime removed his hand from her breast before answering but Lyanna grabbed his hand and put it back where it had been on her body.
"Are you sure?" He asked, not knowing why. If she hadn't wanted him to touch her then she wouldn't have grabbed his hand and put it back.
She nodded. "I'd let you touch me anywhere."
Those words sent a jolt of arousal through him and before either of them could think it through they were kissing passionately. It was Lyanna who broke off the kiss, though Jaime had wanted to.
"We can't…" She began breathlessly.
"I know." He agreed. "I'll sleep on the floor after this." He told her. It would better for both of them that way.