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Jaime was cold, cold and bored. War was BORING. Battles were interesting, battles got your blood pumping, battles made you feel like a man and a good battle, fighting on the side of right, well sometimes those made you feel like a God Jaime thought.
This? Being stuck in a room planning their next move in the war with the dour King Jon Snow, The Mother of Dragons and their advisors including his brother was NOT what Jaime enjoyed about war.
The ONLY bright spot Jaime thought from the back of the room where he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest was Brienne in her leather breeches. That and she kept bending over the table in those tight leather breeches.
Oh there was nothing indecent about her in those breeches, not really, and if she weren’t bent over the huge stone table moving pieces around on the map of Westeros they wouldn’t even be that tight, but sometimes she would stretch up just enough and they would pull over her ass in such a way that the seam appeared to migrate between the crack of her ass cheeks.
Jaime would have liked to think of himself as an appreciative man and today, right now, he was appreciating Brienne’s lovely behind and her penchant for wearing men’s clothing. Because if Brienne where in a dress right now he wouldn’t be able to see the muscles of her ass and the backs of her thighs clench and shift, with every, single, movement that she made as she leaned over Winterfell’s huge map table.
Gods her ass was a work of art. All of the swordplay and exercise she engaged in daily had given her ass a perfectly round and firm shape.
Jaime knew just how firm and tight Brienne’s ass was, and even though some others might not agree he knew he was a lucky man. He had wasted no time seeking Brienne out the second he arrived at Winterfell, with Bronn and a good chunk of the Lannister army that had been garrisoned in the Riverlands. Not surprisingly they had followed him, their commander and the head of house Lannister, north to help protect the realm from the monsters of all their childhood nightmares instead of helping his sister settle petty feuds in the south.
Jaime grinned remembering her surprise at seeing him in that secluded corner of the training yard, watching her while she trained Pod.
‘Ser Jaime?’ She had asked her blue eyes huge on her face, her blush from the exercise making them seem even bluer, watching him as he walked into the training square.
‘You’re here? But why? Your sister sent a raven declaring war on all those that would not bend the knee to her, I assumed you would be heading up her armies in the south?’
She asked him, hope filling her voice and face, hope he knew, in his honor that he was finally making the right choice.
Jaime smiled at her and took a few steps closer, invading her personal space with his body.
‘Hmmmm yes that would have been true in the past.’
Jaime told her, reaching up with his left hand to tuck a piece of her hair, messy from her fight with Pod, behind her ear. Letting the tip of his finger lightly graze the sensitive skin behind her ear and caress the lobe. Brienne gasped at the feel of his touch. He had never touched her so intimately before, and Jaime wondered if anyone ever had.
‘But see someone told me to Fuck Loyalty, and I realized I didn’t want to blindly serve the wrong side anymore simply because of my name. I wanted to serve honor, protect the innocent and I wanted to fight by your side wench, for once I wanted to be on the side of right.’
Then Jaime leaned in and took advantage of her shock and kissed her. Not as a knight kisses a maiden, though she was his maiden and he was her knight, but as a man kisses the woman he loves that he hadn’t touched in far too long.
Brienne of course didn’t know how to kiss him back, but that didn’t matter to Jaime he was happy to teach her. He put his hand on her well muscled waist, he could feel the hard muscles quiver and shake through the layers of wool and leather and pulled her hard against him.
She gasped into his mouth and Jaime took advantage of her open mouth to slid his tongue in and taste her. Brienne then began to kiss him back, her chapped, plump lips caressing his and her tongue sliding along his in a way that made him instantly rock hard.
They were startled apart by loud whooping and whistling. Bronn and Pod were clapping and yelling in excitement.
Reluctantly Jaime broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers smiling while he stared into her eyes.
‘Fucking finally!’
Jaime heard Bronn yell laughing.
‘How many years did it take you to work up the courage to kiss her Lannister three? Four?’ Bronn asked, laughing.
Jaime laughed lightly against Brienne, loving her smile and blush.
‘Not that it is any of your business Ser Bronn, but five years, it took me five years from the moment I wanted to kiss the Lady to actually kiss My Lady.’
Jaime answered, never taking his eyes from Brienne’s. Her shock was plain in her eyes, but so was the love in them.
‘Now if you’ll excuse us Ser Bronn and Pod, I have some time to make up for.’
And Jaime leaned in swiftly and took her lips again, not stopping till his squire Byrion came to tell him his presence was requested in the great hall.
Jaime refused to let go of Brienne’s hand, not on the walk across the yard and into Winterfell’s hall, not when he stood there in front of King Jon and Queen Daenerys explaining that he was not Cersei’s spy, and he was there to honor the pledge he made as a knight and fight for the living.
That was two weeks ago now, two weeks filled with days of training and preparation and nights filled with exploring Brienne.
Oh he hadn’t fucked her yet, much to her dismay and his surprise. Apparently when he decided to do the right thing, it meant the right thing all around. So Jaime had asked her the first night in her bed to be his wife, to marry him right away, the next day in the Sept or in the Godswood he didn’t care.
She told him no, well not no completely, not yet is what she told him.
‘Jaime I do not think now is the right time.’
She told him laying slightly under him on her bed that first night.
‘Do you doubt I love you wench? Because I do love you, I know I have shit for honor, but my love for you is true Brienne and I want to be my Lady wife.’
He leaned in and kissed her, hoping to convince her with his touches how much he loved and needed her. Just as he began to deepen the kiss and roll fully on top of her she pulled back and stopped him with a hand on his chest.
‘I do not doubt your love for me, nor your honor. You only know how to love hard and unbidden, with your whole heart Ser Jaime. The love you felt before, because yes it was love and though I might not have liked it, but I understand that it was love, and it was not the kindest to you that love. Your heart needs to heal, wean off the sweet poison from before. The foundation of what we have is there, has been building for a long time I believe, and it is not going anywhere, but I am not your sister and this time around you should come first. I believe you love me but you need to take care of yourself first, that way she's not in the middle of the love we have for each other.’
She smiled at him then so sweetly his heart nearly exploded and she leaned up and kissed him softly and briefly.
‘Then when you’re healed and you give yourself to me, as my husband, not even the Night King will be able to take me from you.’
Remembering that night always made Jaime feel good, because while she didn’t agree to be his bride yet, he had never felt so loved and cared for before.
That night was a night of firsts for both of them, for the first time Jaime felt no shame in his love for a woman and for Brienne, Jaime thought with some male pride, she really felt like a woman well loved.
Jaime shifted uncomfortably in his place at the back of the room close to the wall. He was hard, and oh Gods Brienne was bending over again, she was trying kill him with lust he decided, surely someone else could move those pieces around the table Jaime thought discreetly adjusting his hard cock yet again.
Suddenly a sharp pain hit the back of his knee and he almost fell forward with a grunt.
Jaime looked down and saw his brother staring straight head also noticing Brienne bent over the table.
‘Hello little brother.’
Jaime said to Tyrion quietly.
Tyrion glanced up at Jaime smirking.
‘Hello dear brother are you having a hard time following the discussion at the map table? It’s a little over my head, but most things are.’
Tyrion chuckled at his joke while Jaime scowled at him.
‘Shut up Tyrion.’ Jaime growled under his breath.
‘Oh come on big brother I’m only teasing you, there is very little fun to be had here, though I think you’re having a lot more fun than most of us.’
Jaime didn’t reply, just rolled his eyes.
Tyrion laughed lightly at Jaime’s lack of response to his joke.
‘Don’t worry brother I’ll help you with your little or rather not so little predicament. There was at least one good thing father passed on to his sons and it wasn’t the Lannister name.’
Tyrion chuckled and began to walk to the front of the room clearing his throat to get the room’s attention.
‘My Lords, my Ladies and my Queen I fear this discussion is going round and round and we are no longer progressing, I say we break for the evening eat a meal and drink some wine, since war planning is so very hard.’
Tyrion sent Jaime a conspiratorial glance.
‘ I say we rise tomorrow and go at it again like animals, until we reach a clear attack strategy.’
Gods how many crude puns could his brother make? Jaime could feel a blush of embarrassment stain his skin and he looked down quickly trying to gain some composure, because despite his brother’s teasing his cockstand had not abated.
King Jon cleared his throat and looked about to argue when Queen Daenerys spoke up.
‘I agree with Lord Tyrion, I say we break for dinner, rest and come back with fresh eyes in the morning. The realm needs us to be at our best making these decisions. My lords, my ladies.’
She gracefully swept out of the room her unsullied personal guard, that love sick puppy Jorah Mormont and her beautiful translator following in her wake.
Tyrion followed behind the Queen’s group at a slower pace and winked at Jaime when he passed.
Then Jon Snow and his advisor Ser Davos headed for the door with a nod at Brienne and Jaime.
Finally Brienne and Jaime were left alone. Jaime straightened up from his hunched position at the back of the room and walked up to Brienne who was still looking down at the map.
Jaime slipped his arms around her waist slowly drawing her body against his, but kept his hips tilted away from her sweet ass just a bit not quite ready to reveal to her just how aroused he was.
‘I don’t understand it Jaime if the dead are flooding through the wall wouldn’t it be best to head them off here off Moat Calin in the swamps? According to the scouts the swamps aren’t frozen yet. Why does King Jon want to wait till they are closer to Winterfell is there something I’m missing?’
She asked as she slightly relaxed into his embrace, her blonde head reclining back onto his shoulder. This is one of the things he enjoyed most about being in love with Brienne, this comfortable familiarity that had started to develop between them. As much as he loved Cersei, they never shared this, she always keep him at arms reach with affection that wasn’t based in sex.
‘I tend to agree with you on this, yes the swamps will be hard for our troops to navigate but I have to think it would be even harder for the mindless monsters we are about to face to transverse, I think facing them on an open field would be a disadvantage for us. But it’s not me you have to convince wench it’s our illustrious king and queen.’
Jaime replied with just a hint of sarcasm as he began to nuzzle into her neck, peppering it with tiny soft kisses.
‘Mmmmmm Jaime, but how do I do that, King Jon was dismissing my strategies without really listening to them. I’m not sure he really respects me as a solider.’
Jaime nibbled on her ear causing a moan to slip from her throat.
‘The King may not realize how talented of a solider you really are, it is hard for some men to accept a woman knowing and understanding war, because they think of that as the world of men. However maybe you don’t convince the King directly, start with his advisor Davos, he was beginning to come around to your plan by the end of the meeting I could tell. He also seems like a man to appreciate a strong willed, intelligent woman. I will work on my brother, who has the ear of the Queen. It will work out.’
Slowly Jaime rolled his hips against Brienne’s ass finally feeling that part of her body that had been calling to him like a siren all afternoon.
‘Jaime!’
Brienne squealed feeling exactly how hard he was against her ass.
‘What wench, you’re not surprised are you? You kept bending over that table practically waving this perfect ass under my nose in those leather breeches you wear of course I’m going to be hard. It is only because of my amazing self control that I didn’t take you on this table in front of our King and Queen and all of their advisors.’
Jaime whispered in her ear.
‘Why don’t you do it now?’
Brienne asked quietly.
Jaime’s knees nearly gave out at her timid request.
Brienne was still, for the most part, shy and innocent, but little by little she was becoming comfortable with Jaime. Trusting that he really did love and desire her and wasn’t mocking her in any way. So when she did request something from Jaime he did his damnedest to comply.
Jaime groaned in her ear at her request.
‘Do you know what I was imagining while you were war planning wench?’
He asked as he ran the tip of his tongue up her neck starting where it met her shoulder all the way yup to behind her ear lobe, then he took the lobe between his teeth and lightly pulled on it.
The action made Brienne moan low in her throat and slowly push her hips back against Jaime’s aching cock rubbing her ass against him.
‘No Jaime I don’t tell me.’ She moaned.
‘Mmmmmm how about I show you wench?’
Jaime responded pushing her closer to the table. The table was tall and perfect to bend Brienne over it. He gently pushed her upper body until it was flat on the table.
‘Wench I love your back, it’s muscular under smooth skin, white as milk.’
She moaned loudly as Jaime caressed her back with his hand from the nape of her neck down to the top swell of her firm bottom over her wool tunic.
‘And your ass wench is nothing short of amazing. Round and firm perfect for me to squeeze and rub my hard cock up against.’
In that moment he did just that, he grabbed her hip with his hand angling her hips up and rubbed his hard cock on her.
Even through her breeches he could feel how warm she was between her legs.
‘Are you wet wench? Do you want me as a bad as I want you?’
He asked roughly, spreading her legs apart with his. Making her breeches stretch tightly over her, outlining her ass perfectly.
‘Gods yes Jaime! Please.. please?’
Jaime leaned over Brienne on the table covering her body with his as much as he could.
‘Please what?’
Jaime whispered nibbling and kissing the back of Brienne’s neck.
‘I.. I don’t know Jaime. Just something.. I need you.’
She replied back so quietly he almost couldn’t here her.
‘It’s okay my love.’
He told her running his hand lovingly down her back again and around her hip to the laces of her breeches.
‘I know what you need, and I need it just as much as you do.’
When he got her laces undone he slowly pulled her pants down over her ass, down until they rested around her knees.
Then he also unlaced his own pants letting them drop to the ground, his erection sprang up, hard and swollen with need.
‘Jaime are you.. are we going to..?’
Brienne whispered a bit of fear and apprehension in her voice.
‘Am I going to fuck you? No my love, the first time I’m inside you it will be on a soft bed, I will be looking in your beautiful eyes and you will be my wife.’
He responded sweetly, rubbing soothing circles on her back, watching her close her eyes in relief.
‘I am however going to play with your body a little bit, and I’m going to make you cum hard Brienne.’
He told her with a savage tone in his voice and she moaned loudly in response.
‘Oh yes Jaime please.’
Jaime smiled at her wanton words and slid his hand back down her back and over her ass.
‘You know wench there will be a day when this war is over and I take you home to Casterly Rock as my lady wife and there is a gigantic map table not unlike this one made of wood there. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep bent over that table that you will forget everything but my cock inside you.’
Brienne moaned in response to Jaime’s filthy words and backed her hips into him.
He moved his hand back around to the front of her hips and slipped his fingers between her legs, feeling her warm and wet for him.
‘Gods Brienne you feel amazing under my fingers. I cannot wait to feel your hot, wet cunt wrapped around my cock pulling me even deeper inside you.’
He groaned sliding a finger inside her, feeling how hot and tight and wet she was for him.
Brienne moaned as Jaime began to slowly fuck her with his finger.
‘Brienne I want you to do something for me. I want you to lay very still while I play with you. Can you do that for me sweetling?’
Jaime crooned in her ear, never stopping the slow in and out movements of his finger in her cunt.
‘Y..yes Jaime I promise I won’t move.’
She responded breathlessly.
Jaime spread her legs a little further with his own and pulled his finger out of her wet cunt and lightly touched her clit.
Slowly he slid his hard cock between her legs and the hot wet outer lips of her cunt but did not enter her.
They both groaned loudly at the feel of his cock so close to where they both wanted it.
Slowly Jaime began to rock his hips against her and every thrust forward moved his finger against her clit.
He began rocking in earnest. Faster and faster and Gods it felt good but there wasn’t quite enough friction to make him cum.
Jaime had never wished for his right hand back more than he did in this moment to wrap around his cock and keep a finger on Brienne’s clit, but suddenly as if she knew he needed more Brienne clenched her thighs together so tight he almost couldn’t thrust between the lips of her cunt anymore, but not quite.
He groaned deep in his throat and began thrust even harder.
‘Gods wench I’m not going to last cum with me, please cum with me.’
He begged thrusting even harder and began rubbing tight, tiny circles on her clit.
‘Yes Jaime, oh gods yes! Please! Oh Gods!’
And then suddenly she went completely rigged in her release moaning loudly.
‘Fuck yes! Brienne!’
Jaime yelled his release a moment later his cum squirting from his cock between her legs and on to the side of the table.
Jaime collapsed on Brienne panting unable to move for a few seconds.
Slowly he began to come back to himself and he stood up and pulled his breeches back up.
He then help Brienne get to her feet and he helped her put her breeches to rights as well.
He then turned her around and kissed her lips, red and swollen from her bitting them while he made her cum.
‘Mmmmmm wench are you sure you want to wait to marry? I promise I can make you scream even louder with my cock buried inside your cunt.’
Jaime whispered against her lips.
He could feel her grin.
‘I’m not sure Ser Jaime you may be slowly convincing me that waiting is not the best course of action.’
Jaime leaned back and searched her smiling eyes with his own.
‘Truly wench? Am I starting to wear you down?’
Brienne just laughed and leaned in to press a sweet peck of kiss against his lips.
‘Maybe.’
She replied and pushed him away and stood up and began to walk towards the door. Leaving Jaime slightly dumbfounded by the table.
‘Wench! Wait! What else should I do to convince you?’
He jogged towards her to catch her at the door.
‘ I don’t know Jaime I’m sure you can think of something.’
She said a little saucily as she turned her back to him and walked through the door.
Jaime grinned at her back disappearing down the hallway.
Yeah I can think of something wench, I do have a good imagination he thought. He began to whistle a tune as he followed her down the hallway.