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Insatiable

She smothered her face into his shoulder to stifle her cry as he thrust hard once more and brought her entire world crashing down around her. Quite how they had ended up in this situation Lanette didn't know. She had been quite innocently walking down the hallways to have a final luncheon with her mother and father before they returned to Crakehall when Jaime had appeared from nowhere and dragged her into an alcove. At first she had tried to resist him, shoving at his hands as they gathered up her skirts and protesting that they would be found, that she would be late for her parents. Quite when her protestations had turned into her pulling on his laces and wrapping her legs around his waist she didn't know but it had and now her head was buried in the crook of his neck as they clung to one another, both coming down from their dizzying heights. They had been married a little over a week and she had already lost count of how many times they had had one another. Jaime was so irresistible she just could not help but respond to him and his insatiable appetite, even if in this case it was entirely inappropriate and may have ended in embarrassment had anyone found them. Thinking of that brought her to her senses and she shoved against his shoulders so he stepped back and allowed her still trembling legs to come from around him, her feet settling back on the floor. She righted her skirts then before looking towards her husband who had a satisfied smirk on his face as he laced himself back into his breeches.

"I'm going to be late," she said then, which only made his smirk wider.

"Tell me it wasn't worth it?" he teased her and she worked hard not to smile at him.

"My mother and father are leaving today" she said instead.

"I know, I'm sorry," he kissed along her cheek, "but you are so damn irresistible Lana"

"Jaime stop it," she almost moaned as he came to tease her earlobe between his teeth.

"Ask nicely," he growled in her ear, pushing her back up against the wall.

"Jaime I mean it … I have to go … can you not wait until later?" she asked him.

"You are … impossible," he said as he nuzzled at her neck.

"You are the impossible one … accosting me as I walk down the hallways," she retorted.

"Tell me you didn't enjoy it?" he teased and she felt him smirk against her neck.

"It was highly inappropriate and we could have been caught," she protested.

"Are you not satisfied my Lady? I can fix that …" one of his hands trailed up towards her breast.

"No," she stilled it before it could reach its destination.

"Are you denying me my rights as your husband?" he asked in an amused tone.

"You can take all the rights you want later, right now I need to see my mother and father," she replied.

"All the rights l want hmm?" he pushed away, twirling a lock of her hair around his fingers.

"All the rights you want," she confirmed, placing her hands on his chest and kissing him swiftly before shoving him away and darting out of the alcove.

"A crafty trick," he muttered as he watched her go on her way again, hearing her giggle in response and pick up her pace slightly.

He watched her out of sight before leaning back against the wall and exhaling deeply in satisfaction. Gods Lanette was something else and he could not get enough of her and how wild she drove him every moment of the day. If he could he would spend every waking hour abed with her but unfortunately he had things to attend to if they were to leave for the Rock at the end of the week. Three more days here at the Capitol, three more days before he was completely free to be with his wife and only his wife and he could not wait for them to be over. Cersei had sent a dozen notes demanding his presence but he had ignored each one so far. Deep down he knew he need to go and see her before she lost it completely with him and came looking. The last thing he needed was her to come barging to his chambers, no doubt Lanette would be there and he did not want her suspecting a thing. He had managed to keep the notes from her somehow, burning each and every one of them when they arrived without her catching him. She was a sharp woman underneath her sweetness and politeness, she stood for no nonsense and already knew how to put Jaime firmly in his place. Somehow he knew that she wasn't the type of woman to let something go if she had even a hint of suspicion in her. She was clever, even his father had conceded that and he was not one for giving out false praise. Jaime knew she would be more than up to the task of becoming Lady of the Rock, he had no worries about her performing her duties properly. He sighed heavily then and pushed away from the wall; he would go and see his damned sister later, first he needed to warm up in the tiltyard.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Lanette apologised, trying not to blush as she let herself into the chambers her mother and father had been occupying.

"It's no trouble," he father smiled, gesturing for her to come and sit down and pouring some tea for her.

"No doubt you have a good excuse," her mother said, amusement shining in her eyes.

"Jaime needed me, it couldn't wait," she said, it wasn't a complete lie.

"I see," her mother said lightly, a small smile playing at her lips.

"How are the arrangements for the journey to Casterly Rock coming?" her father asked.

"Jaime is hopeful the King will no longer have need of him and we can leave at the end of the week," Lanette answered.

"Good, good," he nodded, "best you get settled there, it will be a large household for you to run"

"Lanette is more than capable," her mother put in then, "she learned from me after all"

"Of course my dear," her father smiled then, meeting his wife's eyes and Lanette smiled slightly to herself at the affectionate exchange between them as he lay his hand on hers.

She prayed to the Gods that one day that would be her and Jaime, that they could be sat still infatuated with one another after so many years. Gods she hoped it would be that way. Already she could feel herself falling for Jaime, needing him and wanting to please him more than she had ever imagined she would. Her mother smiled at her knowingly then and she pulled her mind back to focus on her parents and not the man who made her feel things she hadn't been sure existed.

"Will you miss the Capitol?" her mother asked.

"I don't think so," Lanette answered, "I cannot deny how grand it is but … there is a coldness here"

"Will you not miss the Queen?" she continued.

"Truth be told I have barely seen her, despite them being twins I do not think she and Jaime are that close," she said, frowning slightly.

"Sometimes that is the way," her father said, picking at some of the food, "I for one will be much happier with you at the Rock"

"Yes," her mother agreed, "you will be much closer to us once you are there"

"Will you come and visit?" Lanette asked, her eyes wide as she glanced between them.

"Of course we will my darling, doubtless I will have an excuse soon enough when the babe comes," her mother smiled widely.

"Babe?" Lanette repeated.

"Of course," she smiled again, "if you are anything like me then there may already be a lion in your belly"

"Leave the poor girl, she has only been married five minutes," her father chuckled and Lanette was grateful for his interjection.

She knew it was her duty to give Jaime children and she longed for it but part of her was scared of it happening so soon. It was no secret that many men took a mistress when their wives were with child. Why should Jaime be any different? Why should he trouble himself to come to her bed if she were so big and undesirable when he could have a flighty young thing between the sheets who was still firm in all the right places? She shuddered slightly despite herself, the thought of Jaime being with anyone else the way he was with her frightened her more than she had ever imagined it would. Lords were never merely satisfied with one woman; that was what she had always known and prepared herself for but the idea of sharing Jaime made her feel sick to her stomach.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" her mother asked in concern then.

"Of course," she forced a smile to her face.

"I didn't frighten you with my talk of babes did I?" her mother continued.

"Of course not," Lanette assured her, laying her hand atop hers, "I'm just going to miss you is all."

Robert was leaving Cersei's chambers as he approached them, a smile on his face that told Jaime that he had not just been there to visit his son. Only a satiated man walked with the swagger that the King did right now and Jaime felt a tiny needle in his gut that he wished would disappear. Still, he thought as he bowed down as Robert passed by him without a word, it was better than the white hot knives that used to pierce every inch of him whenever his sister was being fucked by that brute. Lanette had soothed that aching pain of jealousy but still there was a needle of it and he hated himself for still harbouring forbidden feelings for his twin. Lanette, he reminded himself as he knocked on her door. Lanette, again he reminded himself as she told him to come in. Lanette, Lanette, Lanette, he chanted in his head as he entered to see her lounging lazily in an armchair, a robe wrapped loosely around her almost exposing her breasts. Lanette.

"You've finally decided to make an appearance," she said lightly, "I was beginning to think you had delved so deep between your little wife's legs that you could not get back out"

"Don't talk about her like that," he said lowly.

"Just a jape brother," she raised one of her brows, "must you stand so stiffly? Come, sit with me …"

"As you wish your Grace," he said carefully, crossing to sit opposite her, the tension not leaving him.

"Where is your wife?" she asked then.

"Having luncheon with her parents, they are leaving this afternoon," he told her.

"And you didn't join them?" there was that brow raised again.

"I had other things to attend to," he told her lightly.

"And then you decided to come and see me," she said, her eyes boring into his.

"You summoned me," he said by way of response.

"Over a week ago," she reminded him.

"I've been busy," he said.

"Fucking your wife?" she whispered and he said nothing; "Does she please you?" she went on, her brow raised again; "Does she spread her legs eagerly for you like a wanton whore? Does she taste as good as I do Jaime?" she continued, reaching her foot out to slide up along the inside of his leg, one of her hands coming to loosen her robe even further.

"Cersei …" he said warningly as the material flopped open.

"Do you enjoy it Jaime?" she asked him, her chest heaving as he shifted forwards in his chair, his hands coming to rest on the back of her own as he loomed above her; "Do you enjoy being inside her? Fucking her and pretending she's me? You don't need to pretend anymore …"

"No," he whispered, his breath fluttering against her forehead; "no I don't pretend she's you. It's her name I whisper … it's her I enjoy being with every second I am with her, her I enjoy making love to and her I wish I was with right now."

It took a great effort to push himself up and away from her then, feeling rather pleased with himself as he registered the look of utter shock in Cersei's eyes as she pulled her gown back around her and flushed angrily. He would laugh if he thought he could control himself. For a moment there he had thought about claiming her lips, he had thought about caressing her breasts, about cupping his hand between her legs to feel her wet for him. He had thought about taking her completely and showing her that he was a better man than Robert Baratheon but somehow he had conjured up Lanette's image and pushed himself away from her.

"Go then," Cersei said venomously; "go to her you spineless bastard."

Lanette was in the bath when he returned to their chambers and he faltered slightly as his eyes took her image in as she relaxed against the back of the tub, her breasts peeking tantalisingly out from the steaming water. Her eyes opened almost lazily then as she heard him come in and she sent him that breath taking smile that always had him wanting her. His hands came to unthread the lacings on his doublet then and she kept her eyes fixed firmly on him as she sat herself up straight in the tub exposing her full breasts to him. He tossed his doublet aside then and she bit down gently on her bottom lip as he tugged his shirt free from his breeches and pulled it up and over his head. She let her eyes wander the hard muscles of his chest and the defined planes of his stomach before moving them back to meet his. He smirked at her then and she pulled herself up so she was stood entirely exposed. Jaime took a few steps towards her then, his eyes roaming her body as she stood there looking like a Goddess; beads of water rolling enticingly off her flawless skin.

She moved then, stepping out of the tub and into his waiting arms, his hands pressing firmly into the skin of her back and pulling her tightly against him. Her head tilted up then and in the next instant his mouth was on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth and causing a throaty moan to rise up in her. Just feeling the hum of it in his own mouth made him so hard he thought he might explode right there in his breeches. Gods he could not get enough of her. He pushed her back slightly then, intending to steer her back to the bed but she pulled her lips from his with some effort; "Jaime …" she gasped out; "the sheets … we'll get the sheets wet," she managed to get out between his attempts to capture her lips again.

"Are you that soaked for me wife?" he growled in her ear and she blushed at his coarse words, her embarrassment soon fading though as his hand slipped between them, running down low on her stomach before coming to cup between her legs. She moaned out against his mouth then as he traced circles around her sensitive bud with his thumb, his fingers teasing at her entrance and causing her back to arch even further into him. "Jaime …" she almost whined and he smiled against her cheek before peppering kisses down her jawline and along her neck. "Tell me what you want …" he breathed against the skin of her throat, feeling her chest rising and falling rapidly against his own; the wetness of her skin making them rub so easily together. "You," she moaned in his ear then, any shame at her wantonness gone now as he rubbed even harder against her bud; "Gods I want you Jaime please … I need you …"

"Gods I love it when you beg," he growled in her ear, pulling her back towards the sofa and sitting himself heavily down on it. She was on him in an instant, straddling his lap, his hands coming to pull her against him and claim her lips again. When she rocked her hips against his still covered hardness it was his turn to groan out and in the next moment he felt her hands at his laces. He felt so gratified at her eagerness, so pleased that she was as desperate for him to be inside her as he was. When her soft touch found his length he had to tear his lips from hers, his breathing ragged as he leant his head back against the back of the sofa. She shifted her hips up then and positioned herself above him, pressing her warmth to the tip of him and grinding against him in a slow, teasing fashion that was making him see lights behind his eyes. Gods she was a tease. Such a fucking tease but she was so good, so, so good. She slipped down agonisingly slowly then until he was buried as deeply inside her as he could get, her tight warmth feeling as good as it always did.

Lanette let her lips come to his throat then as she began to roll her hips slowly, feeling the vibration of his groan of pleasure through his skin as she continued her slow motion. Jaime could barely stand her pace as he let his hands wander up her hips to thumb at her breasts, her back arching into his touch as she kept rocking gently into him. When she let out a low moan of satisfaction he could stand it no longer, her slow pace was torture and he was on the brink of exploding. He couldn't though, not without making her come first. When her hips rocked back he pushed her all the way off him and she started, her eyes wide as they found his. "I can't take your teasing anymore," he growled at her and she almost shuddered at the lust dripping from every word he had uttered. He moved so suddenly then, somehow slipping from beneath her and leaving her straddling thin air. She was about to move so she could turn back to face him but he was behind her in a moment and shoving her right up against the back of the sofa, his knees resting on either side of hers.

When he entered her from behind a cry of surprised pleasure left her mouth at how deep inside her he was managing to touch. She gripped the back of the sofa then as he thrust hard and deep into her, one hand on her hip encouraging her to move her body with his and the other sliding round to her stomach and travelling up the valley of her breasts. Lanette was almost ashamed of how loudly she was crying out now as Jaime moved harder and faster, his hand coming to brush her hair to one side, his lips pressing against her neck in the next moment as she cried out for him again. She began to tighten even further around him then and he groaned into her skin, willing his body to hold on so he could finish her. His name came from her lips as he did so, her whole body falling limply against the back of the sofa as he thrust once more before spilling himself inside her. He was breathing hard as he pulled out of her, his hand coming to trail down her spine as she panted beneath him. Gods she was wonderful, she was so fucking wonderful he didn't know how he would ever get enough of her and how wild with desire she drove him. Being with her was bliss and it always just felt so simple and so right.

After another minute he managed to shift his body up and away from her, bending his head to kiss down her back as he did so. When his lips left her she somehow found the energy to move her body around and flop back down against the cushions of the sofa. He stood above her then as she stretched out in satisfaction, not even caring that she was laying there completely bare. Jaime loved how comfortable she seemed to be when she was naked in his presence and he smiled down on her, seeing a satisfied smile of her own grace her lips in response. He bent to peck at her lips for a moment then before he crossed to the other side of the room to pour them both a glass of wine. Lanette watched him, admiring the view and sighing in satisfaction as he poured their drinks. When he came back towards her with a glass in each hand she smiled at him and scooted herself up, accepting her drink with thanks as he sat down heavily beside her and breathed a long sigh of relief. After a moment she climbed carefully into his lap and raised her glass to him; "to you," she smiled.

"Why me?" he asked her with a slight frown.

"Because you're wonderful," she told him, clinking her glass against his and taking a long sip of wine before she rested her head down against his shoulder in contentment.

"I could say the same about you," he breathed, sliding his hand down her back until he could squeeze her bottom, the action making her giggle.

"Do you think we'll always be this happy Jaime?" she asked him seriously, lifting her head from his shoulder so she could meet his eyes.

"I know we will be," he said, "I mean it Lana …"

She cut him off with a kiss before he could say anymore and he kissed her back deeply, rolling his tongue with hers as she shifted herself in his lap so that she was straddling him again. He hardened at once, blindly setting his wine down on the side table before tugging hers from her grasp and setting it down next to it. She ran her hands through his hair then and his own came to cup her cheeks and push her lips gently away from his own.

"I promise," he whispered and she smiled widely at him.

"I …" she started, not brave enough to say the next words; "I promise too," she breathed instead, meeting his beautiful green gaze as he stared at her so intensely that she thought he was staring right into her very soul. In that moment she knew in her head and her heart that what she had been too craven to say to him was true. She loved him. She loved this man with everything she had. She loved him.

A/N: Yes, she's in love with him, which naturally means I'm going to meddle ...

Anyway, hope you lovelies enjoyed and I will have another up for you early next week!

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