A/N: Another amazing response! Thank you again, all of you, so very much. This little side project of mine seems to have turned into more of a full on thing and I'm pleased to tell you I've almost finished writing part one. It will be fourteen chapters in all so here is number three and I hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and it's the wedding/wedding night so the fic will be earning its M rating.

Guest: There's a lot to hate about her so I suppose I can't blame you there.

neko: Heeeeeeere's more for you!

IloveStallison: The update is here. I can't give that away but I can promise ups and downs.

KD: You're totally right, everyone else can see it but question is can Jaime? I am of the belief that Cersei is probably unbalanced at best and close to insane at worst, I agree that there are some seriously loose screws upstairs. Lanette will be spending plenty of time with Jaime in the coming chapters. Glad you enjoyed the last one and hope you like this one too!

Right-ho, here we go again! Thoughts would be awesome, thanks for reading!

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Heaven

Her mother was jabbering away as she was laced into her wedding gown but Lanette didn't hear a word of it, her eyes glazed as she stared blankly into the mirror. She could scarce believe the day had come, the day when she finally left the protection of her family and joined another house. A great house. She almost shuddered at the thought of the weight of responsibility that would be placed on her shoulders after today. The thought of her most important one was nagging at her, her stomach twisting nervously as she thought about the bedding. She was not relishing the bedding ceremony, having seen it first hand when her brother Tybolt had wed the year before. His poor wife had looked terrified as the men had torn at her pretty gown as they all but dragged her from the feast. The women had been just as eager to strip her brother's clothes away from him and Lanette had swiftly averted her eyes. The thought of seeing any man bare made her want to blush let alone her own brother.

"Are we done?" her mother's voice finally cut through the haze and she blinked stupidly.

"Yes milady," the handmaiden bobbed into a curtsey before scurrying away from her.

"You look beautiful," her mother complimented her, her reassuring hands on her shoulders.

"Do I?" Lanette asked her, meeting her eyes fearfully in the mirror.

"My darling you look wonderful," she soothed.

"I hope so," Lanette whispered, "I don't want to be a disappointment mother"

"House words," her mother squeezed her shoulders.

"None so fierce," she said, managing a small smile.

"Better," her mother smiled at her, "and don't let Jaime Lannister forget it"

"Shouldn't you be telling me to be dutiful and obedient?" Lanette's smile widened.

"Of course," her mother said, "but that does not mean you have to be a fool … never suffer him Lanette, you're better than that"

"Thank you mother," she said, swallowing hard.

"Now then … where are those fabulous jewels he gave you?" her mother bustled away to the vanity and Lanette took a deep breath and told herself everything would be fine.

Jaime was far calmer than he thought he would be as he laced himself into his doublet, his hands not even shaking a little. He smiled to himself in the mirror, he imagined he would be more nervous if his future wife was a troll. Lanette was sweet though and very easy on the eye, he had enjoyed spending time with her over the last week and tentatively getting to know her. He would know every inch of her by the end of the night and the thought made him simultaneously lustful and nervous. He had never been with a woman before, for the eighteen years of his life he had been in love with Cersei and had thought that she would be the first and only woman he joined himself with. That had been a foolish notion and deep down he knew it was a sin to think of her in such a way. Her words the previous week haunted him though, what if he thought of his sister while inside his wife? He felt sick then but he pushed it down, snatching up a glass and pouring himself a hearty measure.

"You're going through with it then," Cersei's voice came from the door.

"Of course," he said, forcing his tone to be dismissive before taking a long sip of wine.

"Don't have too much of that," she said softly, "you don't want to utter the wrong name later"

"You mean as your husband did?" he shot back at her and she flushed angrily.

"I told you never to speak of that," she hissed at him.

"You never could take it could you?" he turned to face her, "Your tongue lashes everyone but no one can dare throw it back"

"You ought to remember who you're talking to," she snapped.

"I know exactly who and what I'm talking to," he snarled back and she almost recoiled.

"It's not too late Jaime," she whispered then.

"Play games elsewhere sister, I am no longer interested in participating," he said in a bored tone.

"Do you really think you'll ever be able to love her the way you love me?" she asked him.

"I can have a life with her, something you could never offer me," he answered.

"Will you love her Jaime?" she demanded.

"I don't know," he shook his head, "I don't know … but I intend to find out"

"Jaime …" she took a few steps towards him.

"No," he backed away.

"Jaime please," she whispered, "I can't live having not had you … if I must lose you … at least let me have you"

"Have my honour?" he raised his brows, "You promised me yours but you gave it to him, my own is for my wife … I'm expected in the Sept"

"Just once Jaime," she grabbed his doublet in her fists and tilted her head up to him.

"Let go," he said weakly.

"Just kiss me Jaime," she said, pulling him closer.

"No," he pushed her away, his body screaming at him to pull her flush against him and rip her dress away from her.

Despite it all he still craved her but he couldn't do it, not to Lanette, not when he knew that she would likely be as nervous as he was somewhere in the other side of the keep. He didn't know if he would be able to give her his heart, the least he could do was give her his honour. It was about the only thing he had left that Cersei hadn't taken from him and manipulated. He turned back to look at her then and saw the sting of rejection in her eyes tinged with something that looked like disbelief. He had refused her. Never before had he refused her anything. He would try but she would always twist him around to her way of thinking in the end. Not this time though. Not today.

"I love you Jaime," she told him then and he swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still.

"I'm going to the Sept," he said after a painful minute of silence and with that he turned and marched from the room before his resolve crumbled.

Jaime glanced sideways at his bride as the Septon wrapped the ribbon slowly around their entwined hands, seeing the way her chest softly rose and fell. He had to give credit to whoever had laced her into her gown, he was having sinful thoughts about her already and they had yet to say the words. Somehow he had resisted the urge to brush his thumb lightly across the swell of her right breast when he had come to cloak her, somehow thinking that the Septon may not approve. Gods she was desirable today, looking every inch the perfect lady, decked out in ivory silks with detailed Lannister lions embroidered in gold on the bodice of her gown. The red cloak he had wrapped around her shoulders went perfectly with the circlet he had gifted her, the rubies glinting in the sun streaming from the windows were almost enough to distract him from her full chest.

"Look upon one another and say the words," the Septon instructed then and they both moved carefully to look into one another eyes.

Jaime did not think of himself as a devout man, he rarely prayed but he had been raised in the faith of the Seven and had called upon them on more than one occasion when he had been serving Aerys. Swearing his life to Lanette in the presence of them though suddenly felt incredibly weighty but his second of doubt deserted him when she squeezed his hand lightly. It was all the encouragement he needed and he opened his mouth to pledge himself to her as she pledged herself to him in perfect unison with him. With that it was done, the Septon closed his book of prayer and nodded with a smile to them as he stepped back and at the action Jaime leant in and carefully brushed Lanette's full lips with his own.

She smiled at him when he pulled away and he couldn't help but return it as the Sept erupted into cheers behind them. Jaime spared the gathered congregation a glance then, seeing Cersei looking livid as she clapped them. His father by contrast had an immense look of satisfaction on his face which for once Jaime didn't mind seeing. He gently unwrapped the ribbon from his and Lanette's hands then, keeping a hold of hers as he passed it back to the Septon with a courteous nod and smile. He tugged her down from the dais then and she fell into step with him, beaming widely at her family as they passed by them. He deliberately avoided looking at Cersei again as they stepped through the doors of the Sept and into the sunlight. He determined that from now on she would not be able to get under his skin; that he would only focus on his marriage to Lanette.

As the skies grew darker and the laughter and jokes more raucous and inappropriate Lanette knew that the time would soon come for the bedding. Her stomach clenched in knots as she looked at Jaime from the corner of her eye. He didn't seem drunk, he had barely taken two glasses of wine from what she had observed. She herself had stopped after one, her mother had told her that some wine would calm her nerves but it also began to make her feel sick and this evening was bound to be humiliating enough as it was without her falling ill. Vaguely she wondered who would call for the bedding but she quickly stopped thinking as her hand began to shake. Jaime's own came to lay on hers then and she moved her eyes to him and brought a smile to her face.

"Nice try," he smiled wryly and she frowned slightly; "I know you're nervous," he continued, "don't worry … I have no desire to hurt you"

"I fear it matters not either way," she said quietly, "there will be pain, there is nothing you or I can do about it"

"We'll see," he said, squeezing her hand lightly.

She wasn't sure what to make of that so she said nothing, merely smiling again at her new husband before turning her head to observe the dancers. Watching them seemed to calm her somewhat, it was either that or the motion of Jaime rubbing his thumb gently against the back of her hand. The fact that he seemed concerned for her feelings and wont to soothe her made her feel much better about the future of her marriage. If he was always like this then she imagined that there would be little for her to find fault with in their union. Her calm demeanour did not last long though as the King staggered to his feet and clapped his hands together loudly. The music ceased then and her heart hammered so hard that she was surprised that it didn't burst right out of her chest. She swallowed hard then as all attention turned to the King and she knew the words that would come from his mouth before he bellowed them into the vastness of the hall.

"The bedding!"

Her throat was so dry then she found it difficult to swallow as her heart beat even more erratically in her chest. Somehow she managed to get to her feet, her legs shaking as the men approached the top table. Some of them looked faintly embarrassed but others had a look about them that she could only describe as hungry. Several giggling women had already made their way around the table to pull at Jaime's clothes, his doublet was already hanging open and they were tugging his shirt free from his breeches. Lanette's eyes were forced from him then as several pairs of hands grabbed at her. Rough fingers found the lacings of her dress then while more eager hands snatched a feel of her breasts as the practically dragged her down from the high table. She wanted to fight them off, to paw them away but she knew it was a tradition that she had to endure. As terrified as she was for the culmination of the ceremony she wanted nothing more than to be alone with Jaime and his soothing touch. Tears stung her eyes as her bodice came loose, the men pulling her every which way and pawing at any inch of her they could reach as she was pulled into the hallway.

Thankfully as they encouraged her up the stairs they seemed to stop touching her in unwanted places, no doubt afraid in their eagerness that they might cause them all to topple down. Lanette looked up as they ascended and saw Jaime almost stripped bare and being shoved into his chambers. An odd sense of relief spread through her then as she realised that she was almost there. Once inside that room the men grabbing and whispering lewd things to her would be shut out and she would never have to endure them ever again.

"The Kingslayer will stab you good tonight," one of the men crowed then, to much laughter.

Her dress was wrenched free from her as they reached the door to Jaime's chambers and her hands went instinctively to cling to her shift as the insistent hands pawed even more at her, trying to pull away her last bit of defence. Jaime looked up at her arrival from his place sat on the end of the bed, two women knelt before him pulling his boots away from him. His eyes met hers then as one of the straps of her shift ripped away causing her to grab quickly at it before her breasts were exposed.

"Enough," he said sharply then and the hands left her at once.

The women rose up from the floor then after they discarded his boots and the others who had been floating around in the chamber joined them in their giggling rush to the door. Lanette didn't take a breath until she heard it slam heavily closed behind them all. Jaime stood then, his eyes searching as he stepped slowly towards her. Somehow she managed to take several deep, calming breaths before his hand came under her chin and lifted her eyes up to meet his.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly and she managed to nod for him, her hand still clinging to the torn strap of her shift; "It's alright," he whispered, his hand coming to hers and moving it gently away from the strap. Her shift slipped down on one side then, exposing one of her breasts and she wanted to hide away from his gaze as his eyes shifted to her half bare chest. His hand dropped hers then and she let it fall limply at her side, trying to keep her breathing even as he let his fingers lightly brush across her bare breast. She swallowed hard then as his thumb came to rub across her bud, feeling it harden under his touch, a gasp leaving her lips which caused his lips to turn up into a smile. Her body was responding to his touch now and relaxing despite itself and Jaime became surer in his movements, allowing his hand to cup her full breast and massage it tenderly. She gasped again and a tiny noise of pleasure left her, causing her to blush and him to smile as he leant in to brush his lips lightly across her neck, his hand still working her breast.

Lanette felt weak at the knees as his hand worked, his lips trailing softly down her neck and collarbone before he nipped the swell of her breast lightly with his teeth, making her gasp and arch her back involuntarily closer to him. She had to grab hold of his shoulders then as he bent down still further so he could take her hardened bud into his mouth, his other hand coming to her waist and pulling her even closer to him. He smiled against her breast as she let out a moan of pleasure, her nails pinching into the skin of his arms. When she moaned out again he moved them backwards towards the bed, his mouth leaving her breast and his eyes finding hers as they moved closer. She gazed up at him, fear gripping her again as his hand came to her other shoulder and slid the strap down, her shift falling fluidly to the floor and baring her completely to him. A blush crept onto her cheeks then that he found so endearing, moving his hand to cup her cheek, her eyes lifting to meet his.

"You're beautiful Lanette," he breathed.

"I'm not sure what to do Jaime … how to please you," she confessed and he smiled.

"Just try and relax," he urged her, taking her hand and tugging her lightly to the bed.

She sat on the edge then and slowly eased herself back onto it, Jaime's eyes raking the length of her body as his hands came to his laces. When he freed his length he saw her eyes widen for a moment before she averted her gaze and he resisted the urge to chuckle, somehow knowing that that would not help the situation. He tossed his breeches aside then and knelt down on the bed, hovering above her and pulling her thighs apart. She shuddered then and he knew it wasn't with desire. Perhaps he could change that? He would definitely try. Lanette felt her heart speed up alarmingly quickly as his body came to settle between her legs, every muscle inside her seemed to tense as she felt him hard up against her thigh. That meant he desired her, her mother had told her that much. The thought of him pushing himself inside her made her tense even more, she couldn't understand how he would even fit. His hand was stroking up and down one of her thighs then and the other came up to cup her face. She managed to meet his eyes then as his thumb rubbed circles on her upper thigh, the action not quite as calming to her as it had been in the dining hall.

Jaime bent to kiss her then, softly at first as she tentatively began to move her lips with his. When he sensed that she was gaining some confidence he slipped his tongue into her mouth, her own coming to tangle with his after a moment. She tasted good, his length unbearably hard now that their naked bodies were pressed so tightly against one another. Still she felt tense beneath him though and he had promised himself that he wouldn't hurt her any more than was necessary. With that in mind he slid his hand even higher up her thigh before slipping it between her legs. She gasped against his lips then and he knew it was in surprise rather than pleasure. He fully intended for the next noise to leave her to be pleasurable though as he pressed his thumb down against that spot and began firmly circling it against her. She was tense for a moment but she soon began to relax as he continued kissing her and putting pressure on that perfect little bud. When she moaned into his mouth he knew he must be doing something right and he allowed his fingers to glide between her legs, feeling her wet for him now.

Lanette felt wanton as she let another moan escape her, the sound humming at the back of her throat and swallowed up by Jaime's mouth on hers. Gods. Her mother had neglected to tell her about this. She had expected to lay there with her legs apart and let him go about his business. What he was doing with his hand between her legs was making her head spin, her chest heaving against his as she tried her best not to let out another wanton moan. His finger teased at her entrance then and in the next moment he had slid it inside her and she had to pull her lips away from his, desperate for air as he began moving it in and out, his thumb still circling against something that was driving her mad with pleasure. Jaime felt immense gratification as her hips rocked up into him, his lips trailing down her neck as he continued to manipulate her body into being ready for him. The sound of her heavy breathing in his ear had him groaning against her skin, his body practically screaming at him to take her. This time he had to listen and so he slid his finger from her irresistible warmth and swiftly pressed his length up against her. He thought about pushing in slowly but he thought that that might just give her time to tense up again so he pushed inside her in one swift motion, filling her completely, a gasp of surprise leaving her mouth as he tore through her maidenhead. Gods she was tight and he was desperate to move but he could see the discomfort etched across her face and so he forced himself to stay still, his lips coming to capture hers again. When he pulled away he looked so deeply into her eyes that he almost scared himself with the intensity.

"Are you alright?" he whispered after a moment and she slowly nodded, her eyes not leaving his.

He rocked his hips then and her nails pinched into his shoulders at the feel of him inside her. It felt so strange, the feeling of him being as one with her, the feeling of her body seemingly stretching to accommodate him. And … Gods, he just felt so big, too big to be able to comfortably fit with her. He rocked his hips again then, his lips kissing her neck tenderly as he continued his slow motion, the discomfort ebbing away the more he moved. Jaime moved his hands to her thighs as he continued on, rubbing up and down them; "wrap your legs around me," he whispered in her ear and she obeyed him, shifting them up around his waist and gasping out as he somehow seemed to bury deeper inside her on his next thrust. Jaime wasn't sure if her gasp was one of pleasure of pain and he was scared to lift his head to see her expression as he rocked his hips again. On his next thrust he felt her hands fist in his hair and a sharp cry leave her mouth and he knew that he was finally managing to bring pleasure through her pain. He determined then that he would make her come, pushing her thighs up higher and smiling against the soft skin of her neck when she cried out again on his next thrust.

Gods she felt wanton but she could not help the cries and moans of pleasure leaving her body as Jaime quickened his pace ever so slightly, the pleasure she was feeling only intensifying as he let his hands begin to roam her body. He groaned against her neck then as she tentatively rocked her own hips in time with his. She took heart from his reaction and met his next thrust and the next, his pace quickening even more as he began to lose all control, just letting the pleasure drive him. Lanette let her own hands slowly wander from his shoulders and explore the hard planes of his back, feeling the way his muscles moved as he rocked into her over and over. She just about thought she might explode then as one of his hands came to toy with her breast, his lips kissing her neck and collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin every so often. Her stomach was coiling in knots now that were so full of tension that she knew they would have to snap somehow. Jaime's hand snuck between them then and she felt him place his thumb firmly on that spot again and circle around her until her head swam and her body exploded in a wave of pleasure that consumed every part of her. His breathing was ragged in her ear as she moaned out in ultimate pleasure as she tightened even further around him as she peaked. His own end came then and he spilled himself deep inside her with a final groan of pleasure before his spent body collapsed down against hers, both of them slick with sweat.

They just lay there entwined then, Lanette's legs shifting down lower on his waist and her hand stroking through his hair as she felt his breathing slowly returning to normal against her neck. When he felt he could move he lifted his head to look at her, relieved when she smiled at him and he kissed her lips lightly for a moment before he slipped out of her heavenly warmth and rolled to her side, pulling her with him so she draped across his chest. His hands came to stroke through her hair then, her own fingers lightly tracing patterns across his chest.

"Are you alright?" he whispered after a moment.

"Perfect," she told him, ignoring the hint of an ache between her thighs.

"Good," he kissed the top of her head.

"Was I … I mean … did you …?" she tailed off, too embarrassed to ask him.

"This was quite possibly the best night of my life," he told her quietly.

"Thank you Jaime," she breathed against him.

"For what?" he asked her, frowning slightly.

"For being you," she said sleepily, "for being so gentle, I never expected to feel like this so soon"

"Like what?" he asked then, his heart hammering.

"Wanted," she sighed happily and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't imagine any man not wanting you," he told her honestly.

"Well they can't have me," she said, her eyes fluttering closed, "I'm yours."

A/N: He's married her now, there's no going back! Hope you enjoyed that, more soon.

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