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Jaime groans as his phone shrills. It's too early. He had a night shoot last night, and it didn't wrap until 3 am. The insistent noise stops, and he rolls over, trying to get comfortable when his phone rings again. He grabs it.
"What?"
There is a chuckle on the other end that he recognizes. It's Tyrion, but why he's calling him so fucking early is a mystery. Jaime feels like it's only been minutes since he'd fallen into bed after a long shower.
"It's too early in the morning for your games, Tyrion."
"I have to disagree. 2:18 in the afternoon is the perfect time for my games." Jaime sighs and rolls onto his back.
"She's at it again."
Jaime sits up then, knowing precisely who Tyrion is talking about. Who he's been talking about for the past four months. Ever since the photos from the lingerie shoot with Brienne went live, Tyrion has taken it upon himself to ensure that Jaime cannot forget her. Not that she'll let him. Not that he wants to.
Every time she's featured on a website or images of her are posted anywhere, Tyrion calls Jaime and taunts him. He practically sent Jaime her entire portfolio after the lingerie photos came out. Tyrion wouldn't shut up about her. How, though Jaime was good at his job, he wasn't that good. The chemistry between him and Brienne hadn't been for show, and Tyrion knew it. It didn't take long for Jaime to tell his brother about what happened after the shoot and then what happened in the park.
He reaches on the side of his bed for his laptop, turns it on, and impatiently waits for it to cooperate. "What is it?"
"Oh, I think you should just go to the Tyrell Creation's website. I want a genuine reaction." He sounds giddy, and it makes Jaime both nervous and curious all at once. What could she have possibly done? When the page loads, he feels his mouth dry out, and his dick hardens immediately.
"Fuck me," Jaime whispers. It's lingerie. It's wedding lingerie. Her legs look longer than they are, but that was probably because she was wearing heels. The white veil paired with a white bra and panty set fuels Jaime's overactive imagination. The lighting is soft, giving her an ethereal glow. She looks innocent and pure. Ripe for corruption, and boy, does he want to corrupt her.
"Quite the vision in white, eh, brother? Well, I'll leave you to your own devices. Enjoy yourself!" Tyrion hangs up before Jaime can yell at him. He can't take his eyes off of the photo. He double clicks on it, and more images appear. More of her in satin and lace. Her eyes are bright and beautiful. Innocent. It's like she's looking at him. It's been over a month since the last time he saw her. She's been busy. They text often, but scheduling time to meet up has proven difficult. They've met for lunch a few times and dinner twice. Kissing her is his favorite pastime, and though they haven't gone any further than his tongue and fingers, it hasn't changed his desire for her. It's heightened it. The anticipation of their next meeting and what he'll discover is a form of foreplay. He wants to have her, to consume her, and if she decides to give herself to him, he will gladly oblige and sink into her so deeply that she isn't sure where he ends, and she begins. Have her miles of legs wrapped around him. Her innocent eyes clouded over with lust for him. It makes him feel dirty, wanting to deflower her, but he can't help. She appeals to him.
He clicks through the pictures, trying to ignore the hard discomfort that his dick has turned into. So much of her skin is on display. A particular shot of a sheer negligee makes him groan. She's sitting in a chair, on the edge of it. Legs wide, head-on, and the purest yet most erotic look in her eyes. He closes his laptop and puts it back on the floor next to his bed. He has to take care of it. He kicks the comforter off, exposing his erection. He's hard, and it's pointing upward. He holds the base and pumps it gently, watching the precum ooze from the tip. He closes his eyes and pictures her like he's done several times in the past. His favorite image is her spread out in his bed.
He begins to pump up and down slowly while rotating his wrist slightly. He recalls how Brienne says his name. Always breathless; needy. It makes his dick twitch in his hand. He thinks about how she'll sound saying his name when he eases inside of her. How tightly she'll wrap around him. Her eyes wide, her mouth open, her nails digging into his back. He'll take his time with her, his strokes deep but slow. She'll squeeze him with every thrust.
"Fuck."
The scenario he conjures in his mind makes his ball sack tighten. He pumps faster as he fucks her in his mind's eye. She begs him for more, tells him to fuck her hard, and who is he to deny her? She says his name over and over. Jaime. Jaime. Jaime.
"Shit." He keeps up the pace as he feels himself nearing the edge. He mouths her name and groans as he cums hard, covering the head, stopping it from shooting out. He doesn't want to have to get his comforter dry cleaned with cum stains again. It was embarrassing enough the first time. He lays there, just enjoying the high. He needs to see her again.
"Alright, Jaime, that's a wrap. Thanks so much." Jaime stands up and grabs a bottle of water off of the craft table. Podrick flits around, beginning to clean things up.
"Good job today Jaime, you gave us some good stuff." Margaery smiles up at him before going over to look at the monitor. He heads over to wardrobe. Once in the room, he pulls off the clothes and hangs them up, redressing in a pair of jeans and a maroon v-neck. He grabs his messenger bag and heads for the exit when Sansa's voice catches his attention.
"Shit Bri, I'm so sorry. Marg got us reservations to the new seafood restaurant near White Sword Tower."
Jaime stops in his tracks when he sees Brienne standing with Sansa. She's wearing a dress, one of Margaery's if he's not mistaken. She looks even better than he remembers. It dawns on him that he's missed her. It's been a week since her latest lingerie shoot pictures went live, and their last meeting had been lunch over a month ago.
"That's okay, go! Have a good time." She sounds disappointed, and he wants to go over and offer himself up for whatever she wants to do, but he doesn't know if he should. They have established the rules of engagement, and he wouldn't want to put her in an awkward situation.
"Jaime, do you want to see them?" He watches as Brienne's head whips around. She looks around for a moment before her eyes fall on him. He smiles at her before going over to Margaery. She flicks through some of the photos, but he just can't give it his full attention. She's commenting on the colors and his poses, but he's straining to hear whatever Brienne is saying. She's huddled up with Sansa, but every now and again, one of them looks his way.
"As I said, you gave us some great material." She leans in for a hug, and he hugs her back. He says his goodbyes and heads for the elevators. He doesn't linger because he doesn't trust himself not to say or do something idiotic. He gets to the elevator and presses the down button. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. He steps inside.
"Hold that, please," Brienne calls from behind him, and he reaches out his hand to hold the elevator. She steps inside, and they stand side-by-side as the doors close.
"Hi, Jaime." He looks over at her and smiles.
"Hey, Legs."
She chuckles and leans over for the briefest of kisses. There's a moment of awkwardness before Brienne reaches out and presses the 'L' button. The elevator begins its descent. He watches her out the corner of his eye, trying to think of something to say to her. She beats him to it.
"So, you liked them? The pictures?"
"I never like pictures of myself." He mutters, annoyed by his own nerves. He's licked the most intimate part of her body, and he can't figure out what to say to her. Pathetic . He mentally facepalms.
"I think you look great in pictures."
"Is that so?"
She smiles and nods. Her cheeks are pink, and it makes him smile. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. He motions for her to proceed him out of the elevator, and she does.
"I meant my pictures. The ones that went live last week. I sent you two."
"Uh, yea. Yes, I thought they came out very nice." He clears his throat and is so surprised by the warmth in his cheeks. He'd responded to her about the pictures, telling her that he thought she looked beautiful. He didn't mention how they affected him, and he couldn't help but remember how hard he'd come after seeing them.
They walk together out of the building towards the parking garage. Jaime can tell she's nervous and has something to say, so he waits.
"I was nervous. Margaery closed the set, and Ygritte was the photographer, but I felt like a fraud."
He quirks an eyebrow. "A fraud?"
"I'm not the blushing bride. I'm not the desirable vixen. I'm just me." She bites her lip and looks away. The sun catches the side of her face, making her look celestial.
"I beg to differ. I find you quite desirable."
She blushes deeply and smiles shyly at him. "Jaime…."
He reaches out then and pulls her to him because he can't stand there any longer pretending like he doesn't want to kiss her. They stare at each other, both searching the other's eyes before surging forward. The kiss is like coming home, and he opens his mouth for her as his eyes close of their own volition. Brienne sighs softly when their tongues touch and his grip on her tightens. She reaches up, cupping his neck gently . Jaime licks the roof of her mouth before slowing it down. He pulls away and rests his forehead against hers.
"Are you busy today? Would you like to grab a late lunch?"
She sighs and shakes her head. "I wish. I have a match today. Sansa was supposed to come, but she and Margaery have plans. I can meet you after if you still-"
"I'll come to the match." Brienne's eyes go wide, and she pulls away, not enough to leave the circle of his arms but enough to look into his eyes. Jaime panics. "I mean...if you're okay with that. I can...I can wait until after if it's not-"
"No. I mean, yes. I mean…" She stops and takes a deep breath, "I'd like for you to come. I really would."
"Perfect. I can drive you there unless you need your stuff."
"I'd like a ride. It's over at the Onion Knight."
"I know the place."
He leads her to his car and opens the door for her. Brienne blushes as she gets inside. His two-seater is flashy and a bit obnoxious. For the first time since he bought the ostentatious car, he's embarrassed by it. He gets inside, puts his messenger bag at her feet, and pushes the button to start it. He maneuvers it out of the parking garage easily and then eases the car onto Kings Road.
"So, have you been busy since we saw each other last? I saw your athletic ad while scrolling on Instaraven. You looked good...I mean, it looked good."
He smirks, "I try to stay busy. I've done a few things. Gearing up to Essossi Fashion Week. I'm walking in Ellaria Sand's show."
"Margaery offered me a job walking in her show, but I'm not ready for the runway. I'd make a fool of myself."
"That's doubtful. You definitely have the legs for it, but you already know how I feel about your legs." He pulls the car to a stop at a light and wrestles with touching her. His hand slides down the gear shift, and the backs of his fingers brush her exposed thigh. She inhales but doesn't complain, so he boldly places his hand on her thigh and squeezes gently. She sighs, and his dick twitches in his pants. The light turns green, and he begrudgingly moves his hand back to the gear shift.
"I don't know how to walk. Not for the runway."
He sees her fiddle with her hands in her lap. "There are coaches for that, but once you start doing runway, you won't be able to say you're not a model anymore. Even though I think you're already a damn good model."
"You're biased," she claims, looking out the window.
"Why? Because I've tasted you?" he questions, looking at her.
"Jaime...."
"How good you taste has no bearing on your skills as a model."
"Jaime!" Brienne squeaks.
"Though you do taste divine."
Jaime pulls into the parking lot of the gym and cuts the engine. He leans across the console but doesn't go all the way. Not yet. Her breathing is slow, and he's surprised by how calm she seems. She leans in slowly, brushing their lips together gently before pressing them together. He lets her take the lead, and when she tips his head back, he accepts her tongue. She's shy. She advances then retreats, making him chase her. He doesn't mind. He likes it. He wants to pull her into his lap, but it's not quite doable. There's the drawback to his sexy sportscar.
A car door slams nearby, and it startles her. She breaks the kiss, and her eyes shine up at him with desire.
"I need to get inside. Um, I have a ticket for the match today. I'm only supposed to wrestle once. It's a small title match, so it'll be towards the end."
Jaime nods. "And you're a wrestler?"
She smiles. "Not like the fake stuff on tv. Davos runs a pretty nice league. Fighters come from all over Westeros. You can even bet on fights. I'm pretty popular in that way usually, but I don't know about today. This is my first title match, and the champion is pretty good."
Jaime cups her cheek. "I'm glad I'll be here to see it. Who are you wrestling?"
"Someone from the Vale. Moon Door is his name, I believe, but he's been champion for almost a year."
She reaches in her purse, hands him the ticket, and then stashes the bag under the seat before kissing him softly. "I'll see you in there."
"Good luck."
He watches her as she gets out of his car and heads for the gym. There's a small line forming, but he needs a moment. He finds her so fascinating. Humble, yet fierce. She's an enigma. She's a grad student. A model. A wrestler. She's shy, and yet something happens when she steps in front of a camera. He's almost sure the same thing happens when she's on the mat. He's seen her body and has noted the firmness of her legs and arms. She has to be a dream to work out with. Maybe one day he'll ask her to go to the gym with him.
When he finally stops musing and heads inside, he's surprised by the turnout. The gym is packed. He hands his ticket to the ticket master and goes inside. The bidding station is crowded, and he hears people calling out their bets. He's not a gambling man, and it feels wrong to profit off of her talent, but he listens as the men and woman continuously bet on her opponent, and he can't stand for it.
"$300 dragons for Brienne."
"You're bidding on The Beauty against The Moon Door? Are you stupid?"
Jaime ignores the heckler and places his bet, receiving his ticket. Her odds were at 4.6. He doesn't know what that means, and he honestly doesn't care. She's worth the bet, and if she loses, he wouldn't tell her he bet on her. If she wins, he'll give her the winnings.
He finds a seat and waits for Brienne's turn to wrestle. The announcer starts the first match, and Jaime has no idea what he's watching. It all happens very quickly. The referee moves a lot. Counts then stops then starts again. He watches three matches before the announcer calls Brienne, whose wrestling name is Evenstar, not The Beauty. She looks strong in her uniform. Her opponent isn't as tall, but he's bulky. They appear evenly matched. Jaime is worried for her. He doesn't know if he can sit and watch her be hurt.
The match commences, and her opponent is aggressive. He tries a grapple that Jaime thinks is supposed to drive her to the mat, but she maneuvers out. She's focused as she watches her opponent. He manages to get some sort of grapple that does get her to the ground. She fights, but he pins her. The first round is over. The Moon Door looks proud of himself. It even looks like he taunts her a bit, but she doesn't react. When the second round starts, she's quick. She grapples and slams him, pinning him immediately after. The entire round is over in about eight seconds.
The crowd is stunned, and her opponent doesn't look pleased. If anything, he's pissed. Jaime whoops and gets a few disgruntled responses, but he doesn't care. Brienne looks up at him, and he smiles at her. She nods before turning back to her opponent. The final round starts and The Moon Door is on the offensive, but Brienne plants her feet. He can't get her to budge. Then she slings him over her hip. He counters the pin, and they grapple more. He almosts get her down, but she rolls out of it. He reaches for her, but she slips away, They get to their feet, and it's obvious her opponent is frustrated. He rushes her, but she sidesteps him, grapples him from behind, and slams him to the mat. His shoulders are down, the referee makes the count, and she wins. The gym is silent as she gets to her feet. The announcer brings over the gaudy belt and gives it to her, announcing the Evenstar as the new Kings Landing Champion. That doesn't sound like a small title to Jaime. A group of people near the front cheer for her, and Jaime is glad to see that she has fans. She deserves them.
He doesn't know the protocol, so he goes to the bidding station to collect his earnings. Quite a lot of profits, he finds out, over $1300 dragons. He took the offered envelope, surprised. The bookmaker didn't look too happy about paying out the winnings but also, not many people bet on Brienne, so Jaime was sure the bookie made more money than he lost on the match. He pulls out his phone to text Brienne.
Jaime: I'm at concession, want anything?
He waits, but she doesn't respond. He buys her mineral water and one for himself as well.
"You didn't have to buy me anything." She says from behind him.
He turns around and hands her the mineral water. She has a hoodie on over her wrestling uniform and a gym bag slung across her body. Her thighs look dangerous, and he desperately wants to be between them.
"Do you mind if we make a pit stop before we get food? I don't like to shower at the gym, and I don't live far from her. I'm near Visenya Hill."
"No problem." He waits a moment and then, "So, are we going to talk about what just happened?"
She smiles, bashful. "If you want."
He pulls her in for a hug, not caring that she's a little sweaty. "King's Landing Champion? That doesn't sound like a small title? That sounds...the opposite of small."
She chuckles into his chest but doesn't seem to mind being in his arms. "It's not Westeros Champion."
"Not yet." He hands her the envelope and then leads her outside. He takes a drink from his water, and she begins shaking her head.
"You didn't."
"I did, but only because everyone seemed to think you couldn't win. Your odds were 4.6, I think. I didn't know what that meant, so I just bet what was in my wallet."
She thumbs through the bills. "Jaime...you bet over $200 dragons."
He nods as he unlocks the car and ushers her inside. When he gets inside, he lets the top back.
"Jaime, I can't keep this."
"I don't want it. Give it away or donate it to your favorite charity."
She sighs but pulls $300 dragons out of the envelope and puts them in his glove compartment. "I'll feel better if I give you back what you bid."
He doesn't argue with her, and she looks relieved. She pulls her purse from under the seat, puts the envelope in it, and then shoves the purse into her gym bag.
"Put your address into the map, so I know where to go."
They drive in comfortable silence, the wind whipping through their hair as Jaime speeds a little too fast down Targaryen Way. Brienne smiles, and Jaime watches out of the corner of his eye as she slowly inches her hand over until it's resting on his denim-clad thigh. He doesn't say anything, and she doesn't look at him, but the heat from her palm wreaks havoc on him the rest of the drive to her house.
They pull into a community of what looks like townhomes. Jaime pulls into the driveway of one he assumes is hers and kills the engine. "I can wait here if you'd like."
"Oh, you don't have to, but if you're more comfortable with that, I understand. But I don't mind if you come inside." She looks at him then, and he can see that she wants him to. He takes off his seatbelt and gets out of the car, following her up the walkway. He likes that she doesn't make any explanations or claims about the state of her home. She just opens the door and goes inside, with him right behind her.
Immediately he takes everything in. She's tidy. Not a neat freak, but not a slob either. There are books on the table, a bookbag on the couch. The kitchen is clean, but there is a mug sitting next to the coffee pot. There is a nice-sized bookshelf in the living room. The television is mounted.
"The half bath is down that hall and to the right. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. The remote is on the coffee table under my notes. I'll be out shortly." Brienne leans in and gives him a long but gentle kiss, then heads down the opposite hall.
He's a little out of his element, so he looks around and takes in the pictures on the wall—some of her and Sansa. A couple of her with a man taller than her, but one set catches his eye. It's a collage of photos on the hall wall, not in direct view of the living areas. They are a variety of photos from different shoots she's done. They are gorgeous. The dichotomy of strength and softness that she portrays in pictures astounds him. Jaime traces her silhouette in one of them, admiring her lines. She's such an instinctive model. It was a joy to work with her; he'd love to do it again.
He wanders over to the couch and sits down. Targaryen Reign was on the coffee table, next to a notebook, a pencil, a pen, and three different color highlighters. He knew she was a history major interested in taking over her family museum on Tarth. He opened the book and flipped through it. Seeing lots of post-its and highlighted portions. He flips through until he gets to the dragon queen.
Danaerys Targaryen, the Khaleesi. He remembers her name from high school history classes. She burned King's Landing to the ground and then was murdered by her lover/nephew. It never sat right with him. She was the Breaker of Chains, the Unburnt. She was supposed to be a great leader, and yet, she murdered hundreds, thousands, even after the city had surrendered.
"She fascinates me."
Jaime jumps and drops the book. He was so engrossed in what he was doing. He hadn't heard Brienne approach.
"Sorry."
She snickers while walking around the couch to sit next to him. A KLU t-shirt and tiny shorts are all she's wearing. "So, we're not going for an early dinner?"
Brienne looks down at her clothes, "Well, I thought we could order in. Maybe watch a movie or…" She trails off, looking at Jaime with a question in her eyes.
"Sure, if you want."
She sits up then, and he tells himself not to move. She's invited him into her home. She trusts him, and he can't rush her. Whatever is going to happen, he can't make her feel like she owes him anything.
"I... I've been thinking about you a lot," she whispers, and he clenches his fists. "And how you touched me and I...well, I want to try something."
"All right."
She stands then, steps between his legs, and sinks to the floor. He inhales deeply but says nothing when she reaches for his zipper. His mind moves a million miles an hour as he tries to keep calm. He knows what it could mean but won't hope for it. Won't wish for it because if she isn't going to do what every fiber of his being wants her to do, he doesn't want to be disappointed. And he doesn't want her to feel like she's done something wrong.
"Tell me if I do this wrong."
He dips his chin because he doesn't trust himself to speak. She's gentle when she unbuttons his jeans. She pulls them a little, and he lifts his hips so she can pull them down around his ankles. He feels himself stir, but he tries to stay calm. This is Brienne's show. She pulls back the waistband of his briefs and reaches in, pulling his cock out. He's sporting a semi, but he knows it won't take much. He's been craving her touch since their last lunch. He's more worried about embarrassing himself than anything else.
Brienne leans forward and sticks her tongue out, licking the tip. It's a timid lick, just a taste, yet it sets Jaime on fire. She does it again then she kisses the head sweetly. He bites his lip as he looks down, watching her. She will be the death of him, and he will accept it gladly. She kisses the underside and trails her tongue up the vein there. He bits his fist and tries not to move because he wants to be in her mouth. He wants it more than he's wanted anything in a long time, but he will not rush her.
She peppers kisses along his shaft, and he's entranced by her. Pleasure skates down his spine, and he does all in his power to stay relaxed, but it's a losing battle because she decides at that moment to wrap her lips around the head of his hardening erection.
"Shit…" he exhales shakily, and she looks up at him. Oh, he's filthy because the sight of her, eyes wide and innocent, mouth around his cock, makes him want to lose it. He holds it back and takes a cleansing breath. It's for naught. She begins to move her head up and down. She watches him as she does it, and it's the most erotic thing. He tells himself not to thrust into her mouth, to ignore the strong desire to be in her throat. He shudders every time she slides down a little too far, and the head hits the back of her throat. She comes off it, and he bits back a whine.
"Was that all right?"
Is she done? Please don't be done.
"Uh..yeah. Yes. It was more than all right."
"I didn't scrape you with my teeth, did I?"
He smiles at her then and pushes wet hair out of her eyes. "No, you didn't."
"Do you want me to keep going?"
He wants to be diplomatic and tell her the choice is hers, but he's too far gone. "Please. Please keep going."
And she does. Jaime's head falls back as she takes him in her mouth again. Her mouth is so warm and wet. Her tongue brushes against the vein on the underside every so often. He can tell that she's new to giving blow jobs, but she's careful and so very mindful. What does it say about him that he loves being her first?
She comes up, almost off of it, and laves her tongue over the head. He's feeling the beginning of an orgasm, but he knows it's not close enough to worry just yet. She takes most of him in her mouth and doesn't gag, and his eyes slam shut.
"Oh, fuck…"
He grabs her head but doesn't push it down. He threads his fingers in her hair but doesn't pull. She moves faster, up and down, slick and warm, and he can't help but think of being inside her in a different way.
"Brienne...shit."
He pushes her head gently, but it proves to be too much. She gags a little, and he feels awful. "I'm sorry. Shit, I'm so sorry."
She shakes her head as she sits back. "It's okay. I'm okay."
"You can use your hand too. Like I showed you in the tent." She nods and wraps her hand around him and squeezes a bit more than what should be comfortable, but it's perfect. He's slick from her mouth, so her hand moves up and down smoothly. She starts slow like she's teasing him and then builds up speed. Her hand is the perfect size to fit around him.
"Your mouth...please…." She stops moving her hand, and he shakes his head. "No, don't stop...put your mouth on the-holy fuck... yes."
Brienne sucks the tip as she jerks him. He groans deeply as he thrusts into her hand. His hips move of their own accord. He groans and sighs as it builds. She's phenomenal, and he hates that he has to tell her to stop, but his balls are getting tight, and he's going to come.
"Brienne...stop….Brienne, you have to stop." She doesn't. She jerks him faster and sucks at the tip with a bit more pressure. "Brienne... I'm…"
He tries to hold it, but she feels too good. He makes the mistake of looking down at her. Her eyes are trained on him. They tell him the truth. She doesn't want to stop. There is determination in her sapphire eyes, and it's enough to send him over the edge. He comes hard, and she watches him the whole time, and he watches her as she swallows once. Twice. Three times before she pulls her mouth away. She licks the head clean and then licks her lips, and he wants to come all over again. He deflates on the couch, and she climbs into his lap.
"Can I kiss you?"
He grabs the back of her neck and pulls her lips to his, and she moans as he explores her mouth. She rocks against him as they devour one another, and he can feel his cock hardening all over again. She sighs against his lips, and he knows the friction she's experiencing isn't enough. He wants to fuck her. He wants to pull the shorts and underwear she's wearing to the side and get lost in her, but he won't. Not like this, with them smushed on a couch. She deserves more than that.
Brienne pulls away from the kiss and stands. She shoves her shorts and panties down and gets back in his lap. She's soaked, and his mind goes blank. They're playing a dangerous game, and he doesn't know what the rules are.
"Jaime…please." She moans in his ear as she grinds her wet pussy against him. She slides against his length, her hips rocking back and forth. She whines and cries near his ear, and all he can think about is how close he is to being where they both want him to be. He won't rush it. He wants to lay her out and take his time with her, and he knows she'll thank him for it. He grips her hips to stop her movements and lays her down on her back. She lets him, and the look in her eyes tells him she wants it. She wants him. A weaker man would have given in. Would fuck her right there with little thought. He was not a weaker man.
She spreads her legs and watches him, and Jaime can't wait until they're both ready to do what she's offering. He grabs his cock and brushes the tip against her clit. She moans and rolls her hips, so he does it again. She grips his arm.
"Not yet, darling, but I can still make you feel good."
She sighs but nods, and he proceeds to tease her clit with the tip of his cock. He's careful when she rolls her hips and bucks against him. He won't be able to stop himself if he slides inside accidentally. She cries out and fists her hair, her eyes watering.
"Please, Jaime….please."
He wants to, he wants to more than she'll ever understand, but he doesn't. He pulls away, and Brienne whines and grabs at him, eyes wide, pupils blown.
"I've got you." Jaime slides two fingers inside her, and she clamps down on them. She's tighter than he remembers as she takes him. He starts slow, but she shows that she needs more. So he stops treating her like a delicate flower. Brienne growls and chants yes while he drives into her. She reaches down and rubs her clit while he does it. It's quite the sight. She starts to tremble a little, her walls grip his fingers tightly, and then she's screaming his name. And it's better than the first two times because they don't care who hears them.
It's not enough. Jaime toes off his shoes and kicks off his jeans and briefs. He gets on his knees, and before her afterglow is over, he buries his face between her legs. His memory did her no justice, and Jaime feasts on her, toying with her the way a lion would a mouse. He takes her to the edge and then pulls her back. Over and over again. Brienne begs him not to stop, demands he keeps licking her. She wraps her legs around his ears, and he's only saddened by the motion because her cries of pleasure are muffled. She grabs his head and rolls against his face. Her whole body shakes, and he's sure the neighbors are wondering who Jaime is and what the hell he's doing to her. He doesn't care. Brienne pushes him away weakly and melts into the couch. Her skin is splotchy, her breathing ragged, and yet he wants her all over again. He's hard as a gold brick.
Jaime sucks in a breath when he wraps his hand around his length. It won't take long. He twists his wrists as he jerks himself. He's still eye level with Brienne's nether region and leans forward to kiss it as he brings himself near the peak. She runs her fingers across his scalp, and he looks up at her. She's breathing hard as she watches him. He panics when there's nothing at arm's length to catch him come because it's going to happen. Brienne reaches down for her shorts and gives them to him in the nick of time. He comes all over her shorts and panties. He groans and shudders as he does.
"Fuck."
He wipes his hands and cleans up the little mess he made.
"I see why women like to watch men do that. It's really sexy."
He chuckles, and she giggles. She looks away, bashful, and he finds it amusing. She gave him a blowjob, swallowed his come, and then came for him twice, yet admitting she liked watching him jack off makes her blush.
"So...about dinner?"
Her giggle turns into laughter, and he's so pleased to be with her at that moment.
"We can use your winnings," she says with a satisfied smile on her face.
" Your winnings," he corrects while standing up and stretching.
She sits up then, putting her nearly at eye level with his dick, and he raises his eyebrow. She bites her lips then looks up at him.
"Why didn't you do it?"
He reaches down and pulls his boxers out of the tangle of his jeans and pulls them on. He sits down and pulls her into his lap, which may not have been the best decision since she's still naked from the waist down.
"I wanted to. You have no idea how badly I want to." He takes a deep breath, "but I didn't want your first time to be a rushed fuck on the couch."
Brienne bites her lip and looks away. He kisses her jawline and murmurs, "Now if that's what you want, I'll do just that. Just hand me my wallet first."
She looks at him then, confusion in her eyes. "Your wallet?"
"I keep a condom in there. I started doing that again after our shoot together. I wanted to be prepared."
She nods.
"Is that what you want?"
Brienne shakes her head. "No, I just...I don't know how to explain it. You make me feel things. I wanted it. You. And I didn't care about the fact that I'm a virgin or that you weren't wearing protection or that you're just a man that I barely know."
"What do you want to know? I'll tell you anything. Everything." She's so open with him, and he wants to ease her worries.
"Are you sleeping with anyone? Or doing what we've been doing with anyone else?"
"No. Just you."
"What does that mean?" She whispers.
"What do you want it to mean?"
"Jaime. I'm serious."
"As am I. What do you want, Brienne? You want casual. Okay. You want exclusivity. We'll do that. You want me to woo you? I'll do it. You want date nights and trips together? Fine. Just tell me what you want." He stares into her eyes, willing her to understand that he means it. He is willing to play this however she wants to.
She looks worried as she bites her lip, her eyes searching his face. He cups her cheek. "There is no wrong answer. Just tell me."
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Jaime waits, letting her take all the time she needs.
"I...I don't want to do this if you're with other people." She sighs shakily before continuing. "But I don't know how to...I've never..." She stops and drops her head on his shoulder.
"I can do that. It's just you." He cups the back of her head and lets her take it all in. He knew she was inexperienced when she came to his dressing room, but he didn't mind. Helping her explore her sensuality and sexual desires is something he will gladly partake in.
"What does that mean?"
His shirt muffles her words, but he hears the whine it. He smiles, glad she can't see it. He understands now that deferring to her may not be the best course of action.
"It means I'll only touch you. Lick you. And when we're ready, fuck you. It means I'll take you to lunch and dinner. I'll come to your matches and if you want and I'm available, I'll come to your shoots. It means I'll invite you to Essos for fashion week, and you'll sit in the front row and watch me work."
She sits up and looks into his eyes. She has astonishing eyes. "So we're dating? You're my boyfriend."
He reaches up and kisses her gently. "Yes."
She kisses him then. It's all tongue and lovebites, and he succumbs to it. He gives her what she needs. Assures her with every caress of his tongue that he meant every word and that he has her.
"Touch me," Brienne breathes against his lips.
"Gladly."
They'll order dinner eventually.