The wedding feast was a very modest affair in the main hall, but perfect in Jaime's appreciation. He wouldn't have wanted the most sumptuous of receptions if it meant that he didn't have his true love beside him. He wasn't interested in ostentation anyway, and neither was Brienne.
They enjoyed the excellent food and indulged quite a bit in the Dornish wine, even Brienne. It was the first time Jaime saw her so relaxed, so carefree. She joined in the jokes and puns, and cackled in loud laughter when he and Tyrion paired up to form their usual comedy duo, with an almost endless supply of quips and funny remarks. Even Selwyn and Ser Goodwin took part in the contagious hilarity. The Stormlanders seemed to enjoy especially the reference to the Dornish wine and the longstanding wariness between Dorne and the Stormlands. Jaime supposed that such a rivality usually tended to happen between neighboring kingdoms, like dysfunctional siblings that had to put up with each other.
He and Brienne shared hidden touches and caresses under the table. He rested a hand covertly on her thigh whenever he didn't have to use both hands, and she did the same on his own thigh, shyly at first, and more boldly as she gained confidence. It was obvious that his poor girl hadn't been used at all to physical closeness, and he wondered if someone apart from maybe Ser Goodwin had touched her with affection since the family tragedy, though he quite doubted it.
He'd been aroused for the entire feast, keenly aware of her tempting body next to his. Everything that transpired between them (the shared looks, the touches, the words whispered in each other's ears) were like a sort of foreplay announcing what would come later. Jaime could only shiver in anticipation of the delights the night promised. Brienne looked as eager as he was, and that stoked his fire.
The afternoon turned into evening and, even though he was spending a very pleasant day and valued a lot the bonding time with his brother and Brienne's loved ones, he thought that the time to slip away with Brienne had come, if she agreed. The last thing he wished was for her to feel pressured. If that were the case, he wouldn't mind waiting for as long as she needed. He wanted for her to feel enthusiastic and to be carried away, or otherwise it would be a signal that she wasn't ready yet, and he wouldn't ever coerce her into anything.
Jaime turned to her with a meaningful gaze, tilting his head subtly, pointing to the door. She nodded equally subtly, with a blush and a shy smile. "Ehm... My wife and I are tired. With your permission, we'll retire to our chambers," he announced in a casual tone, addressing his father-in-law. Next to him, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brienne blushing even redder.
Selwyn lifted his eyebrows a bit, shooting him a knowing look. Treat her like she deserves to be treated, that is, like the treasure she is, his stare conveyed, and it was Jaime's turn to blush, to his slight embarrassment. Being measured by his father-in-law humbled him, and that was a feat very few achieved with Jaime. "By all means, go take rest. It's been quite a hectic day. See you tomorrow." There was a sardonic hint in his eyes, as if he doubted that the young and energetic couple would bother to leave their quarters anytime soon to see anyone else.
Tyrion on his part flashed him a shit-eating, knowing grin, and Jaime had the impression that he himself was the thirteen-year old boy instead of his smarty-pants little brother.
He stood and grabbed his wife's hand. My wife. That sweet and precious word still sounded so new, so strange applied to him.
Both wished goodnight to the others at the table and Brienne guided him out of the main hall. She knew where their rooms for the next days were located, so Jaime followed her lead through the corridors.
"Brienne," he started, turning his head to stare straight at her face. "I know that we already breached this topic earlier today, but I ratify what I said. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. I love you and I want you to be yourself, to be happy, you know that, don't you? And that means also waiting for the right moment to become intimate with each other," he reassured, and he was being completely honest. He didn't mind waiting if that made her feel more comfortable with their recent marriage.
She squeezed his hand and smiled at him lovingly. "I want to, Jaime. Truly, I do. I've never wanted anything more than to be with you. Well, perhaps not much more than becoming a knight, but that's impossible for me, so I'll have to settle for you," she replied teasingly, but he caught an undercurrent of longing at the mention of knighthood. That was just another among countless injustices. No one deserved being a knight or would honor more the institution than Brienne Tarth, now turned Lannister.
He had an inspiration, but decided to tease her back first. He feigned feeling offended. "Oh, such enthusiasm towards me really sets the mood for a romantic night. Being placed slightly above knighthood and considered a consolation prize makes me feel so honored."
She nudged him with her shoulder, chuckling. "You're such a whiner. You truly have to be the center of the world, don't you?"
Jaime pouted. "Well, I was going to suggest knighting you, wench, but with that nasty attitude..."
She stopped in her tracks, shocked. "What? Are you... Are you serious, Jaime?"
He shrugged, still feigning nonchalance. "Well, yes, I was trying to be..." He was unable to utter another word because Brienne suddenly lunged to him, hugged his neck and kissed him fiercely. He stumbled backwards a bit with the force of her embrace, but he managed to regain his balance before they both crashed onto the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. He smiled against her lips, satisfied to have taken her by surprise once more in the same day. First, the marriage proposal, and second, the offer to knight her. He didn't tire of watching the wonder in her sapphire eyes.
After almost bruising his lips with her eager ones, she grasped his hand. "Come on. Let's get to our chambers. Why are they so far? I'm sure my father has placed us precisely there on purpose," she complained, pulling his arm as they strode to their destination, of which she'd been notified by Selwyn at some point.
"Of course he has. I'd bet that our new quarters are the furthest they can be from his. Believe me, a father doesn't want to hear his daughter entertaining certain bedroom activities very loudly," he assured, lifting a suggestive eyebrow.
She blushed and groaned. "Oh, you fool, shut your mouth and hurry up," she urged, gripping his hand and almost running forward with him speeding up beside her.
"Ah, I'm beginning to love this. My brand new wife already manhandling me and impatient to ravish me. This is going to be such an interesting marriage," he quipped. He was enjoying the situation immensely, as well as the anticipation.
It looked like in her haste she didn't even bother to reply. They finally came to a halt in front of a door. She opened it and pulled him inside. As soon as he shut it, Brienne closed the space between them in another toe-curling kiss. He thumped the door with his back and devoured her lips, licking and nipping. She gasped and moaned and he delved deep into her mouth with his tongue, tasting and savoring with delectation. No kisses had ever been so scorching, or made him so feverish with desire.
His hands, which were holding her cheeks and scalp, slid down to her delicate neck and her collarbones. He pulled back a bit to study her eyes as he grabbed the laces of her blue jerkin, asking silently for permission. She nodded with an encouraging smile and then he opened the leather garment and took it off her, letting it drop to the floor unceremoniously. Now the rosy shirt was exposed, and even if it wasn't typically a female piece of clothing, nothing would have looked more enticing to him.
"My turn," she whispered, not tearing her eyes from his mesmerized ones and reaching for his own red jerkin. He'd never been especially proud of wearing the Lannister colors, but that day it represented something new and beautiful, the symbol of his love and protection. She unlaced the jerkin and let it join hers. His own shirt came next, enlarging the heap. Brienne ogled his torso up and down with a deep flush and widened eyes. In that moment, he felt truly proud of his figure. He'd always been lean, but his intensive training since his early childhood had sculpted his body with hard muscles and a firm skin. "You like what you see, wench?," he couldn't help needling.
"It has taken your big mouth long to start ruining the moment," she admonished, but her eyes were sparkling.
"And it will take my skilled big mouth even shorter to start mending it," he retorted, reaching for the laces of her shirt. It opened all the way down to the hem and it was his turn to gasp when he glimpsed her pale skin beneath the fabric. He pushed the garment aside and bared her shoulders. The shirt slid down her arms to the floor and he could now admire her curves and her softness. She was wearing a modest breastband which looked designed much more for comfort than for coquetry, but once more, Jaime didn't care. He liked his Brienne that way, unadulterated and natural, without affectation.
He helped her remove the breastband. Cersei had always favored corsets since her tits grew, like all noblewomen did, he supposed. Well, he didn't imagine that Brienne had ever worn such an uncomfortable looking undergarment, and he doubted that she had it in her wardrobe, or if she had one, it must have been collecting dust for years.
When her breasts were on display, he gaped in admiration. They were small but round and perky, with fair nipples protruding like tempting rosebuds. He was itching to become acquainted with their roundness and weight, with the reactions he could elicit from her by touching them. So he slowly raised his hands and rested the palms on the sides. He squeezed lightly and fondled with his fingers, spreading them progressively to reach more and more surface, until he grazed the nipples with his fingertips and she shuddered and breathed out an oh laced with pleasure.
He then kissed her again and covered nearly her whole breasts with both hands, groping and rubbing. "Jaime!," she moaned, and his name on her lips was music to his ears. He kissed his way down to her neck, shoulders, chest, the valley between the breasts, the side of one infinitely soft mound and finally, his lips closed around a rosebud, sucking and probing with the tip of his tongue. He encircled her waist firmly with his arms to hold her in place. Brienne cried out and grasped his scalp, pushing his head against herself. He chuckled at her unrestrained need and switched sides, lavishing the other mound with his entranced attentions. He might keep doing that for hours, but other neglected parts of her body were calling powerfully for his attentions and he had the full intention of tending to them with all his care and devotion.
Jaime let go of a teat with a wet pop and she groaned in protest, but them he made quick work of the laces of her breeches and pushed everything down to her ankles in a swift motion, getting rid of it all along with her boots. Again Brienne gasped in surprise at his eagerness, but by then he was drinking in the sight of her very long, shapely and muscular legs, the flare of her hips, the blonde hair (just a touch darker than the hair on her head) covering her pubic area and outer labia. He stood and kissed her again deeply, embracing her and pushing her softly but steadily to the bed until he sensed that she'd reached the mattress with her calves. Jaime made her sit down on the edge and dragged his lips and tongue down to her neck, chest and belly. He placed light kisses on her stomach, making her giggle. So she's ticklish there, he thought with a smile, and started to spread her thighs tentatively, pushing softly with his palms and watching her reaction. She blushed and her eyes opened very wide, aware of what he was planning on doing down there.
"Jaime," she said hesitantly. "You don't have to... to do that. It mustn't be pleasant for you..."
"I'd love to," he cut her off vehemently. "That is, if you want me to. Remember that we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for."
"I want you to," she stated quietly, blushing deeply. "I've heard that women enjoy it very much. I once caught a couple of maidservants gossiping..."
Jaime laughed. "Oh my. The proper Lady Brienne eavesdropping, who would have thought?"
She hit his shoulder lightly with her fist. "Shut up, you bigmouth."
"You won't complain so much when I'm done with you, wench," he retorted naughtily. "Ready for my big mouth?"
She giggled once more. "As long as it keeps blessedly quiet."
"No promises." And then, he lowered himself even more on the floor, kept her thighs spread with his hands and reached for her intimate flesh with his lips. At his first touch on the sensitive area, she jumped and squealed, and he kept her in place with his hands on her hips. He kissed all around her pubic area and she started to buckle her lower body sensually, grabbing his scalp instinctively to feel for his movements and guide him to where she needed him most. He finally gave her what she craved, licking all her inner labia up and down and circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, learning what she preferred, what made her crazy with lust. Her loud and rhythmic moans together with her hands groping desperately his scalp spurred him on, and he persevered, keeping a steady and increasing pace, locking his eyes with her enraptured ones, humming with delight on her slippery and burning flesh, until...
"Jaime!," she screamed, spasming and trembling against him, closing her eyes at the blinding pleasure and almost crushing his face with her strong thighs.
He allowed her to recover from her climax, feeling smug, and he'd never been happier, because he knew that Brienne was all his, that she hadn't held anything back in her unleashed passion, that she was his true love.
Gods, she'd been magnificent, and his cock was the hardest that it had ever been. He needed to have her desperately. He groaned, cursing the clothes he was still wearing from the waist down. The bulge on his pants was very prominent.
Brienne seemed to sense his predicament, and she offered silently to help him. She untied the laces with slightly trembling fingers and, like he did with her own clothes, she pushed everything down, freeing his cock. It leapt forward, blissfully without any restrictions anymore. He'd always felt proud of its length, size and straight form. Cersei had praised it on occassion, affirming that it was a beautiful Lannister cock, whatever that stupid remark meant. As if Lannister cocks were different from those of the rest of humankind because they pissed gold and spilled ambrosia or nonsense like that.
Brienne was staring at it with her innocent and curious eyes. "How... How is this supposed to fit... inside a woman? I'm not so naive and I know how this works, my septa explained it to me. Is it as painful as she told? Because your... looks big enough..." She blushed to the roots of her hair.
He laughed. Oh, she was so lovely. "That septa of yours is a proper cunt, isn't she? Don't pay any heed to the nonsense she's fed to you. It's true that the first time can be a bit painful for the woman, but if she's been properly put in the mood and her body is aroused, and if the man is careful and considerate, then it can be very pleasurable from the beginning. This is a perfectly natural process and I assure you that your body will accommodate my cock without any issue." It was amusing and strangely touching to be teaching her that lesson, but he only wanted her to feel safe and comfortable with him.
She nodded in self-assurance. "I trust you, but it looks... big." Jaime shuddered when her probing fingers grazed his length. The pleasure of her touch was almost overwhelming. How was he going to survive making love to her? Gods, I'll die a happy man. Her grasp on him turned bolder and she squeezed here and there, stroked the wet tip and slid her fingers down to the balls. All her gestures had the same stern and determined focus of her trainings. He did his best to rein in his lust, allowing her her time to explore him.
"Is this the first time you've seen one of these this close?," he asked, trying to keep a light and teasing tone.
She shook her head, not looking into his eyes. "I've seen from afar some of my father's men pissing, but those were only quick glimpses and I always rushed to look somewhere else when that happened. It was very embarrassing."
He lifted her chin with his fingers, very softly. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about when you enjoy your man's cock. And well, I'm sure none of your father's men can compare to this. It's natural that you feel a bit overwhelmed," he teased once again, to lighten the mood and bring her back to feeling comfortable with him. He understood her fears and the last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid. "But as I said, I'll be very careful. Do you want to go on? We'll stop if you wish."
"No. I want to go on. I want to experience all of this. What you did to me earlier was... amazing, and if everything else is as good as that, then I won't miss it for the world," Brienne emphasized.
"Then lie on the bed with me," he invited, and she moved to lie down in the center of the bed, making room for him next to her. "Just relax and enjoy it." He kissed her and she responded quickly, deepening the kiss and tangling their tongues. Their hands started to wander all around each other, caressing and fondling. She scraped his back with her nails and he loved the sharp sensation.
Jaime placed himself between her legs and she spread them without hesitation. He continued with his kisses and caresses and reached for her intimate flesh, stroking and rubbing to get her ready. She was still wet from before, and the wetness increased with his attentions. He then replaced his fingers with his cock, rubbing her entrance until he believed he would combust if he waited for a single more second.
"Brienne," he panted against her mouth. "Are you ready?"
"Yes. Do it," she encouraged, and he didn't need to be told twice.
Jaime introduced the tip, and her tightness mixed with her heat and silky softness almost undid him. He watched her face all the time, focusing on her eyes. Huge blue eyes which were engulfing him, trapping his soul. He pushed a couple more inches inside, and felt her tense at the intrusion. That was the most painful part of the process, but it would pass soon, he knew from his past experience. He gave a last push and entered her all the way. She whimpered softly and he kept still to let her adapt to him inside her, kissing her to rekindle her desire. When she returned the kiss ardently, he began to move in and out slowly. Gods, the friction was divine. She felt so good around his entire length that it was like floating in the sky.
He sped up progressively and set a steady pace, always mindful of her responses and guessing the pressure, angle and pace that she liked best, and keeping it, dead set on chasing her pleasure to keep his own in check. They both moaned at unison, staring into each other's eyes the entire time, whispering words of love and encouragement. He reached between them to rub her clit and thus enhance her sensations, and that did the trick. She climaxed powerfully, crying out and crushing his cock with her inner muscles. And that was what did the trick for him, triggering the most intense orgasm he'd had in a very long time. He groaned loudly against her sweaty neck and thrust a few more times, emptying himself into her and stopping his motions altogether, blissfully sated.
They stayed joined for a while until he softened inside her, with her legs still wrapped around his waist and stroking his hair and back, while he rested his head on her chest, placing tender kisses there.
"Jaime," she whispered in his ear. "Is it true? Are you willing to knight me some day?"
He chuckled against her skin, and lifted his head to look her in the face. "Of course. I'll be honored to."
Tears shone in her brilliant eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Just some minutes later, they fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted and completely happy.