Lyanna had woken up in her husband's arms hundreds of times by now and yet the happy feeling that came with it had not changed in all these years. He had been good to her. He had grown to love her as he said he would and she had learned to love him as well. Working as part of Belaro's household had been a good place for them. Belaro was a decent man. They had been fortunate to have a safe place to live and raise their child. Knowing that didn't make Lyanna long to return to Westeros any less.
Jaime half woke up and he pulled her closer and kissed her. She sighed into his mouth and returned the kiss. He ran his hands down her backside and then back up her body to grope her breasts. With the babe in her belly, she was more sensitive to his touch than usual and she couldn't stop the cry of pleasure when he reached under her shift and entered her with his fingers. She reached for his manhood and found him hard and ready for her. She stroked him a few times all the while his hand was inside her and his tongue was in her mouth. They stayed like that for a long while just enjoying each other's bodies. Then he moved on top of her and pushed himself inside her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and her legs as well. She knew that soon the baby would be too big for him to be on top of her like this and she would miss having him here. She wanted to keep him close for a long as she could. He thrust into her again and again. It had become a desperate rhythm for both of them as they were both reaching for bliss. And they found it together, that pulsating intoxicating pleasure that they had only shared with each other for nearly six years.
They stayed in the bed, a tangle of limbs, catching their breath for a little while.
Jaime knew it the moment that the sadness had returned to her. He was able to make her forget for a little while but the memory always came back to her. She had tried to tell him that he was enough for her. She had tried to tell him she was happy here but he knew that she wasn't. Lyanna wanted her son. She needed her son and until now there had been nothing he could do to fix that.
"If Rhaegar dies we'll go to Winterfell." He said.
She looked up at him startled at the words. "But how? What about the Targaryens?" She asked worriedly.
"Fuck the Targaryens. They don't need to know we're visiting Winterfell. If Ned can lie about having a bastard son then he can lie about his sister's visit. I can't watch the pain in your eyes any longer. We're going." He said firmly.
Trembling and crying, Lyanna reached for her husband and hugged him tightly. "Thank you…" She breathed. "Thank you…"