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Right-ho, on with the chapter - I am just going to go right ahead and give out smut warnings for chapters 4-6. What can I say ... they're newlyweds and they didn't have tv back then ... ;)

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Yours

I'm yours.

Those words had made it so difficult for him to fall asleep despite how exhausted he was after the bedding. The way she had said them had been so sweet and she had drifted off into her own dreams not long after uttering them but he had stayed awake, terrified. He should be glad that the beautiful woman still sleeping against his chest was happy. That he had made her happy. Made her feel wanted. He wanted her to feel wanted. She was wanted. He wanted her. He ought to be glad but he just felt numb as he lay there twisting a lock of her hair around his fingers absently and just waiting for her to wake up. When she finally stirred against him and raised her head he smiled at her and she returned the gesture, her eyes still bleary with sleep.

"Good morning," he said then and she bit down gently on her lower lip.

"Morning," she replied as he cupped her cheek and encouraged her to lean down and kiss him.

"How are you feeling?" he breathed against her lips when she pulled away.

"In truth a little sore," she confessed, "but nothing a warm bath won't cure I'm sure"

"I'll have the maids bring water, no doubt they'll be knocking down our door at any moment," he said.

"No doubt," she agreed, rolling off his chest and stretching herself properly awake.

"You ought not to do that," he told her and she turned her head to see him on his side gazing at her.

"Why not?" she asked him with a small frown and he trailed his hand down the valley of her breasts.

"Because it makes me want to have you all over again," he growled at her.

"Is that not your right as my husband?" she raised her brows at him and he grinned.

"Yes," he said, brushing a thumb lightly across the swell of her breast, "but I don't want to hurt you"

"I'm fine Jaime," she promised him.

"Truly?" he asked her sceptically.

"Truly," she confirmed, reaching up to thread her fingers through his hair and pull his lips to hers.

He was just about to roll between her legs when the predicted pounding on the door cut their kiss short and he pulled away from her, groaning in frustration. She had an irritated little frown creasing her brow that he couldn't help but kiss before he pulled himself up out of bed and into a robe. He passed her another and waited until she had wrapped it around herself before wrenching open the door.

"Excellent timing," he said darkly and the maids flushed and avoided his eyes.

"Sorry milord, we have come with breakfast and to change the sheets," one of them said.

"Come then," he sighed, opening the door wider and stepping aside, "my lady wife would like some water brought for a bath"

"Yes milord, we will see to it," she promised with a curtsey and he forced a smile before slamming the door closed.

He crossed to sit with Lanette at the table then where their breakfast had been deposited and raised his brows innocently at her exasperated expression. Without asking he knew she had likely been unimpressed at his slightly brisk manner with the maids but she said nothing as she pulled some food onto her plate. He poured her some watered down wine and raised his own glass to her. They toasted one another before taking a sip and he watched her place her glass carefully down before contemplating him for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, "but they interrupted what could have been a very enjoyable moment"

"They didn't know that," she tried to sound stern but he saw the corners of her mouth twitch up.

"Yes … well …" he trailed off and started on his own breakfast as a troupe of them trailed passed them with the sheets from the bed.

"There is always later," she said quietly then and he grinned at her.

"Indeed there is," he agreed, leaning forwards and brushing his lips lightly with hers.

They ate their breakfasts in relative silence then, occasionally meeting one another's eyes and smiling at one another like naughty children. The maids traipsed in and out while they ate, remaking the bed and bringing in pails of hot water for Lanette's bath. When they were done they all curtseyed for them and to appease his wife Jaime made sure to thank them warmly. She looked delighted with him for doing so and it made him feel rather self-satisfied. When she was finished she rose up and crossed to the bath tub, dipping her hand in to make sure it wasn't too hot. It felt perfect to her and so she shrugged out of the robe Jaime had given her and stepped into it, sinking down slowly and exhaling in satisfaction as the steaming water engulfed her.

Jaime let his eyes linger on her for a moment as she settled down in her bath, his gaze drawn to the way her breasts peeked tantalisingly out of the water. Gods she was beautiful. He was so lucky to have her and yet it had not yet been a day since he had contemplated taking Cersei the way he had taken his wife. He felt sick with himself then for even thinking about her like that as he gazed at Lanette. He tore his eyes away from her then, disgusted. He couldn't get his sister out of his mind then and he stood up abruptly and went for the dresser, swiftly pulling on his clothing before searching for his boots that the women had tossed aside the night before. When he found them he pulled them on before making for the door.

"Are you going somewhere?" Lanette's voice halted him as his hand came to the latch.

"I have much to do," he said, fighting to keep his tone light.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him then and could hear how concerned she was in her voice.

"Of course not," he said, "I will be back as soon as I can."

With that he wrenched open the door and slammed out of their chambers leaving Lanette thoroughly confused and a little upset in his wake.

"If that's all you can go," Cersei said coldly and the girl curtseyed and all but fled from her chambers.

Her eyes lingered on the remains of her breakfast then and she resisted the urge break everything on the table. If it hadn't been for Steffon in his cradle on the other side of the room then she imagined that she may well have given in to it. Damn it. She had told herself that she wouldn't care, that she had Robert and that that was enough. Hearing the words from that maids lips though had made her want to scream and rage and curse the Gods. Hearing that Jaime was happy made her feel sick. It wasn't sisterly and it wasn't kind. It was damn right selfish but she couldn't help the way she was feeling. She couldn't help but want Jaime to be miserable with the Crakehall girl, she didn't want him to be happy with anyone but her but it seemed he could be. Damn it. She should have known from the moment she had set eyes on the girl that Jaime would desire her. She was young and beautiful and no doubt firm in all the right places. Cersei had never been jealous of anyone in her life until the previous night when she had lain in bed and tried not to imagine what her sweet Jaime was doing with that woman.

Part of her had hoped that he wouldn't be able to go through with it, that he wouldn't be able to bed his wife because of his love for her. Those hopes had been dashed when the maid she had paid to report to her came and told her what she had witnessed. Blood on the sheets. He had done the deed and that had stung her. She could only hope then that neither he nor his wife had been satisfied but the maid dashed those hopes as well. Smiling and affectionate. That's how she had described them and it had made Cersei want to strangle her. Damn it. Jealously was not an emotion she was particularly enjoying being consumed with, in fact she damn well hated it. Curse Jaime for leaving the Kingsguard. Curse her father for finding him such an agreeable match. Damn it all. She had no doubt that he would leave for Casterly Rock as soon as he could. Robert had asked him to stay on a while but he had already said that the Gold Cloaks were coming along strong and the he would likely only need Jaime to stay for another week or two at the most. That was all the time she had left with him and yet he didn't seem to want anything to do with her. Likely he would spend his last days at the Capitol between training men in the tiltyard and fucking his pretty new wife. Damn him.

"What are you so riled about?" Robert's voice came from behind her then and she inwardly cursed.

"How can you tell?" she returned, forcing a smile to her face.

"I can practically feel how tense you are," he almost chuckled and her smile came easier.

"Steffon didn't seem to need sleep last night," she lied.

"He seems to be making up for it now," he practically cooed as he peered into the cradle.

"Yes indeed," she agreed with him.

"Perhaps you should have a rest of your own, relax a little," he suggested.

"I can think of a better way to relax," she said, wandering behind him and snaking her hands around his waist.

"Is it not a little soon?" he asked her and she knew without looking that he was frowning.

"Let me be the judge of that," she purred and he stepped away from her and turned to face her, his eyes gleaming with lust which made her feel triumphant.

At least someone still wanted her.

The longer she was left alone the more miserable Lanette felt as she constantly replayed Jaime's leaving in her mind. She searched and searched for some reason why he would suddenly be angry with her but she could think of nothing. The only thing she could think of was that she had stepped over a line when she had implied that he had spoken out of turn to the maids. Still it didn't make sense to her though as he had taken it all in good grace and kissed her meaningfully afterwards. Everything had seemed perfect but then he had just upped and left and she had no doubt that if she had not spoken up to ask him where he was going that he would have just left her without a word. Her mother had warned her that men could be changeable but surely Jaime's behaviour wasn't normal. She swallowed hard and wondered if perhaps she hadn't pleased him after all. She had been so certain that he had found as much pleasure as she had though and he had seemed eager to bed her again when they had awakened. Gods. Thinking so hard about this was making her head pound and she was glad when a knock sounded at the door. Perhaps her visitor could cheer her up.

"Enter," she called.

"Are you alone?" her mother asked her softly and she nodded; "Oh good," she smiled, coming to sit down opposite her.

"Why good?" Lanette asked.

"Well, we can't very well talk openly in the presence of your husband," she explained.

"Of course," Lanette said dully.

"Are you alright?" her mother asked in concern, "Was he rough with you?"

"No, Gods no," she shook her head, "the bedding was … well it was fine … it's just this morning, he left rather abruptly"

"Doubtless he has much to attend to," her mother soothed.

"Yes," she forced a smile, "no doubt"

"What's wrong my darling?" her mother asked her.

"I don't know," Lanette said honestly, "but there is something I know it … I just can't see what it is"

"You shouldn't worry yourself, your husband will have much to attend to if you are to travel to the Rock soon, likely he is eager to get you to your new home," she smiled.

"Yes," Lanette said, her smile coming easier this time, "yes, perhaps that's it"

"Don't worry yourself my love," she gripped her hand, "you are going to find much happiness in this marriage I just know it."

Jaime knocked yet another opponent to the ground before pulling off his visor and wiping the back of his hand across his sweat drenched brow. He had tried to think of nothing but the sword in his hand and the man in front of him as he had trained relentlessly for the last few hours. It hadn't worked as it usually would. None of the men he came up against put up much of a fight and he barely had to concentrate to get the better of them. All that just left room for his mind to wander though. Wander between Lanette and Cersei, running circles around the pair of them whilst trying to work out exactly what his feelings were. Really it didn't matter, Lanette was his wife and Cersei was his sister. She had always been more than that though, she was the other half of him, the only thing he had to cling to when their mother was taken. He swallowed hard and sheathed the tourney sword back in the rack before heading back towards the keep. Guilt was bubbling in him again. He had left Lanette alone all day in a place she barely knew the layout of and he knew that she would more than likely have upset herself over the manner of his leaving. No doubt she would blame herself when in reality it was his own thoughts and feelings that had driven him from her presence.

I'm yours.

Yes. Lanette was his, she was his where Cersei could never be. She belonged to him where his sister belonged to Robert. He needed to stop pining and lusting after something he could never have when the woman he did have was so close to perfection it scared him. Lanette was kind and sweet and caring and Gods she was so beautiful. He was a lucky man and it was about time he started acting it. Lanette deserved more from her marriage than having to second guess what mood her husband would be in from one moment to the next. He had promised himself to her and her to him. So far she was more than living up to her side of the bargain where he was failing miserably at his own end. He would fix that. He would fix it before they left for the Rock and once they were there he would finally be able to stop looking over his shoulder for Cersei and just concentrate on Lanette. Yes. He had made up his mind. Lanette. He had to pour everything he had left into her and pray that it would be enough.

He took the stairs up to their chambers at a run and was near breathless by the time he practically fell through the door. She was sat in the window seat with her embroidery when he entered and her eyes immediately snapped to him and he saw the apprehension in them before she quickly concealed it and it made him feel even worse. He crossed slowly to her, taking in every detail of her face as she gazed at him as he came ever closer. She set her needlework aside then and stood slowly, his hands coming to cup her face almost possessively as he reached her, his lips crashing against hers before she could say a word. He didn't want to face her questions he just wanted to feel her under his touch and taste her in his mouth. If she was surprised at his actions she concealed it well as she parted her lips to allow his tongue to slide into her mouth, a noise of pleasure humming at the back of her throat as he dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her flush against him.

She gasped against his lips then as he practically ripped open the laces of her gown and began dragging her back towards the bed, her own hands coming to his doublet and swiftly unlacing the ties. They dragged the material from one another's shoulders then, their lips wrenching from one another's as they breathed hard as their clothing fell to the floor. Lanette kicked her shoes away and pulled the laces of her shift loose as Jaime lifted his shirt up and over his head. When he looked back at her she was completely bare and he shoved her down on the bed and pulled himself up between her legs, his hands wrapping around her thighs as he kissed his way up her calf and then along her inner thigh. He kissed between her legs then and her body almost convulsed beneath him. Encouraged by her reaction he allowed his tongue to delve deeper and explore the most intimate part of her as she gasped and moaned out loudly, her hips rocking up against him involuntarily. He pressed her thighs firmly down into the bed then to keep her still and she fisted her hands in his hair in response, not knowing whether she wanted to pull him away or press him further into her, only knowing that she thought she may die of the pleasure he was giving her.

When she moaned out his name as she came to her peak he savoured the sweetness of her, the taste of her like nothing else in the world. Eventually he managed to tear his lips away and began trailing them up her stomach and towards her breasts. She arched her back into him then, her legs coming to wrap around his waist as he continued on up towards her neck. Her hands came to unlace his breeches then and he smiled against her collarbone at her eagerness. Gods she was easy to be with, so easy to touch and kiss and bring pleasure to, to take pleasure from. Right now at this moment she was everything in the world to Jaime and when he pushed inside her and felt her nails clench tightly into the skin of his shoulders he felt truly alive. She felt just as perfect as she had the night before, her tight warmth encompassing him and making him feel as though he didn't belong anywhere as much as he did with her. As much as he did entwined completely with her, her hips rising up to meet his, both of them working in perfect harmony with one another as though they had been made to do this together. Her hands were clenched back in his hair now as he sucked and kissed at her neck, her own lips leaving clumsy kisses along his cheek and hairline between her gasps and moans of pleasure. Their pace was quickening now, both of them desperate to find that bliss in one another's arms that they had found the night before. Both of them wanting to reach their highest heights.

Jaime was pushing himself as far as he could go on each thrust now, the sharp gasps leaving her mouth encouraging him deeper, her legs shifting up higher around his waist. She met his pace, breathless now as he drove her closer and closer to the end, her hands dropping to his shoulders again, rubbing over his muscles before raking down his back. He growled out against her neck at the sting, nipping at her tender flesh with his teeth and causing her to gasp out again. He soothed the sting with his tongue and she tilted her head back to give him easier access to the creamy, soft flesh of her throat. She was coming now he could feel it, feel her clenching around him and he groaned against her, willing himself to hold on. Her nails dug into him again then, her back arching even further into him as he tangled her hair in his hands and pressed his lips against her temple.

"Yours," he growled out, "yours, I'm yours, yours, yours," he punctuated each of his deep thrusts with the word and before long she was chanting it breathlessly with him as she reached her end with a final moan of his name. The sound of it was so perfect that he was groaning out his own release not seconds later, his hands disentangling from her golden tresses and his head lifting so he could look into her eyes that were glazed with perfect satisfaction. Gods she was beautiful. He pressed a kiss to her chin, the crease of her mouth, her cheek, her temple, her forehead, her nose, before he finally placed them on hers and felt her respond to him eagerly. His lips only came from hers when he could no longer draw breath and he pulled away to take in some air, feeling how quickly her chest was rising and falling against his. She slid her hands back up and over his shoulders again then and they shared a smile before he regretfully shifted his body up and away from hers, separating them again. He could have sworn she let out a tiny disgruntled noise as he pulled away and it made him smile to himself as he rolled off her to discard his boots and tug his breeches the rest of the way off. When he had tossed them aside he pulled some of the sheets up from the bottom of the bed and draped them around them.

Lanette came to snuggle against his chest as soon as he had lain back down next to her and he wrapped his arms lightly around her and sighed in contentment. It was only the second night of this but already the weight of her head above his heart felt so familiar and so right and he wondered if he would ever be able to sleep without it there now he had it. She sighed in contentment against him then and he turned his head so he could press a firm kiss to her forehead, feeling her fingers dig into his chest slightly in response which made him smile. He had smiled these past days with her far more than he had smiled in the entirety of the last year. Since Cersei had married Robert. He closed his eyes in despair then and wished he hadn't thought of her, willing her out of his mind as he cradled his naked wife in his arms. Gods there must be something wrong with him. The sooner he and Lanette made plans to leave here and set off to Casterly Rock the better. He didn't know if his mind would be any less confused when they were there but at least he knew he would be far from Cersei's reach. Far away from any of her attempts to lure him back to her. He would not be lured back, he was determined of that, he would not be lured away from Lanette. Not by her. Not by anyone.

A/N: Another one down and still avoiding too much drama. For all those drama fans though there will be some soon.

I'll update later in the week.

Hope you enjoyed and thanks again for such an awesome reception so far.

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