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They rode in the late morning, the warmth of the sun battling the cold wind. Jaime sat atop his horse, singing boldly. Brienne glaring at him between heated attempts to get him to stop.
“Jaime,” she said sharply, “you need to be quiet, we don't be found.”
“There is no one around for miles,” Jaime yelled happily, he stretched his handless arm above his head to relieve the kinks in his shoulder and elbow.
“Yet, for how loud you are being,” Brienne hissed, “I’m sure those people miles away have already saddled up and are out to find us.”
“I’ll make you a deal, my lady,” Jaime said. Brienne turned to look at him, her face plainly stated: I know you are pulling my leg but go ahead and tell me. He smiled. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse if we can stop at the next river for a dip? I smell, and you are no bed of roses either.”
Brienne thought for a moment then nodded.
It was well after midday when they found a stream. They were in unfamiliar area but after consulting the map, Brienne knew that if they followed the stream west a bit, it would break off into a lake. Jaime trotted into along the stream ducking under low hanging branches. Brienne followed closely behind, digging her heels softly into her horse. Jaime could see her out of the corner of his eye as he turned his head to the water. His thoughts had kept turning back to her, on what seemed like, a daily basis.
He had come to the conclusion that their friendship, although strange and unconventional, was special and important. At night his dreams would wander to the Maid of Tarth. Dreams of her not being a maid.
At first Jaime was ashamed of these dreams, although they had started innocently enough.They started getting bolder and wilder and now they were exciting and thrilling and interrupting his thoughts of her in the day time.
There was a clearing up ahead and the lake just inside it, they had ridden so far off the path that Jaime was sure Brienne would feel safe. He dismounted his horse very swiftly (much easier than getting on the horse would be) and began removing his cloak.
He watched Brienne slyly, she had turned to her side out of courtesy but the two of them had been on the road together so much that it was only silly to hide their bodies in shame from each other for they could probably paint each scar and freckle from memory.
Jaime felt a surge in his cock when Brienne removed the last of her clothes and stretched her muscles. Toned arms pulling her shoulders back, her chest pushed forward (pink nipples looking hard in the breeze), his eyes followed the curve of her back to her round buttocks and strong thighs. Jaime could feel his breath getting caught in his throat and his breeches getting tight. He turned to the side to hide himself so she couldn’t see his twitching member.
Once he finished struggling with the last of his clothes, he quickly plunged into the water before Brienne could see his half-hard manhood. “Isn’t this nice, my lady?” Jaime asked, swimming circles around her as she scrubbed the dirt from her arms.
Brienne ignored his with her usual side glare and continued cleaning herself as if he hadn’t spoke at all.
“My lady?” Jaime repeated, “I said, isn’t this nice? Wouldn’t you agree?” Jaime smiled but she said nothing, “Beautiful weather, I like warming in the sun like this,” Jaime leaned back ever so slightly, careful to make sure his cock didn’t breach the surface of the water.
Again, Brienne said nothing. Jaime pushed harder, “Wouldn’t you say, my lady, that the breeze is just wonderful today?” Nothing, “And the water!” Jaime exclaimed, “My lady, to feel the water between the cheeks of my but---”
“Yes!” Brienne shouted, “Yes, the water is nice.” Her wide eyes closed into a glare.
“Shhh, my lady,” Jaime mocking a whisper as he was swimming past her, “we don’t want anyone to hear us!”
Brienne grimace and waded away from him, she dipped her head underwater to clean her hair. Jaime watched her. She never looked at him, simply caught up in removing mud and dirt. She never thought to look over to see if he was watching her as she did so, or when she was stepping to the shallow end exposing her entire body. Jaime watched her as she dried herself with some bedding.
Jaime could feel a pain in his stomach, guilt mixed with arousal. The thought of those arms pushing him down, tearing his clothes, and grasping at him in the throes of passion were just too much to handle, as he watched her he began stroking his shaft under the water. This is so wrong, he thought, his left hand having to do all the work. If she catches me, his eyes opened wider, if she catches me, maybe she’ll help me.
But he didn’t need her to help him, at the thought of her lips or hands around his member made him groan into his hand and spill into the water.
After taking a moment to recover, Jaime quickly emerged from the pool and made his way to the clothes he and Brienne had discarded. She already had her tunic and small clothes on and she handed him something to dry off with. She was polite enough to look at him when she did so but still not to look at his now limp manhood.
As Jaime struggled with his clothes (now that his left arm was stronger with practice) he was able to get dressed without help, it just took longer than it used to. Brienne was finished before Jaime so she began pulling food out of their sacks and began eating salted meat and stale bread. Jaime grabbed the food she had given him once he was dressed.
“My thanks, Lady Brienne,” Jaime said with a sly smile. Brienne gave him the glare she only reserved for when he called her Lady.
“You seem in good spirits, Ser Jaime,” Brienne noted politely once the food was finished and the horses’ saddle bags were repacked.
“Well,” Jaime said, walking around his horse to insure his saddle was secure. “Beautiful weather, wonderful company,” she caught his eye but said nothing, “and we haven’t seen anyone in a fortnight.”
“That is both good and bad,” Brienne stated cooly.
“Yes,” Jaime walked over to her at her horse. “But no news is good news, My Lady.”
She grunted.
“My Lady?” Jaime repeated.
She gave him that sideways glare she used when he called her lady.
“You would think,” Jaime said with his usual humored tone, “since I’ve been calling you my lady for so long now that the name would no longer upset you.”
“You mock me ser.” Brienne said sharply.
“Me?” Jaime smiled broadly. “I would never! Have never!”
“You would as you have always done,” Brienne sighed.
“My Lady,” Jaime said a sinister twinkle in his eyes, “you are a highborn lass! It would be an insult to call you anything less of lady, however, should you prefer I call you wench, I would glady...”
Brienne groaned at moved around to the other side of her horse to put the beast between her and him. Jaime had to admit that the groan exhilarated him and he followed her.
“It’s your choice, Lady Brienne,” Jaime said, when she caught his eye he added, “Or I can call you My Lady Wench so you need not choose.”
Brienne grabbed him by the shoulders and for a second, Jaime thought she was going to throw him aside like the dolls she was probably given to as a young girl. She merely pushed him a foot to the right and walked past him once again.
Jaime followed her and from behind he put his handless arm around her waist and stuck his head on her left shoulder, “Why do you dislike being called a woman?” The shock of him touching her in an intimate way had immobilized her. It had been a few seconds and she hadn’t made a move so Jaime continued the taunt. With his left hand he snaked under her arm and ran a lazy and deliberate finger down her stomach, “Is it because you are ashamed of your womanly desires? Trust in me Brienne, you need not be ashamed of them.”
Her shock must have worn off because she pulled herself out of his embrace and turned to face him, she was pink in the cheeks and her eyes hooded in an angry sort of way. What she said next surprised Jaime the most. “My desires,” she said in a huff, “are none of your concern.”
Jaime laughed and grabbed her again, from the front this time, “So!” He squeezed as she struggled to release herself, “The Lady Wench admits to having desires!”
“That is not what I meant!” she struggled. Jaime noticed that even as large as she was, he could reach around her and lock his arms which pulled her face to his. She struggled in vain for Jaime was using every ounce of his strength to keep her in place. She didn’t seem to be using much of hers and Jaime thought it was a sign. He smiled at her as she tossed her eyes too and fro looking for a way to shimmy out from between his arms.
When she stopped struggling she looked him dead in the eyes, her expression plain, as if she was waiting for Jaime to grow bored of this game and release her.
He stared at her eyes: large, blue, and astonishing. Suddenly, Jaime didn’t know what came over him, he pressed his lips to hers. She did nothing. Jaime’s arms loosened the slightest bit so as not to hurt her. Her lips didn’t move. He pulled his face away to look at her for an answer.
She said nothing. She looked at him with the same blank expression she had before the kiss. Jaime felt a small surge of anger so he kissed her again. This time he sucked on her bottom lip then delicately brushed her top lip with the slightest bit of tongue before pressing her harder, hoping she would exchange the kiss as well.
She didn’t.
Jaime parted and looked at her once more. Nothing. She hadn’t changed expressions once. Jaime wondered if she was completely present for this. Maybe she’s concealing her feelings, he thought, I’m kissing her! Why would she need to conceal them? Unless...unless she pities me?
This time, Jaime pushed her up against a nearby tree and kiss her with more gusto than he had the previous two times. His lips he hoped were gentle but forceful. Her’s were as soft as silk, something he was shocked by, and even though she was not kissing back he enjoyed it.
However, as he continued this third kiss, something was falling hard in the pit of his stomach. He reluctantly released her. He searched her eyes for something, anything but it was a moment before she spoke.
“If you are quite done, Ser,” she said, her voice not giving away a hint of emotion. “we should be on our way.”
Jaime’s blood started to boil, “Yes, Wench, I am quite done!”