Addams Family × Braime? The level of passion Gomez has for Morticia and raising their two badass terror children.
I’m not sure how this will come out, but enjoy! <3
It was an unfortunate morning: Jaime Lannister woke to the sun streaming in through his bedroom windows. The thunderstorm of the previous night had cleared, and he woke to a cloudless sky and warm rays of light. Ghastly. Slipping from his bed, Jaime moved to close the heavy crimson drapes. He did not wish the morning light to disturb his slumbering wife, laid bare upon the mattress he had just departed. He prayed to the Gods for rain and thunder, before turning back to his wife.
Oh, what a marvellous thing she was.
Brienne Lannister stirred against the onyx sheets; pale limbs flexing and relaxing in equal measure. Jaime wet his top lip as he stared upon his wife; the only ray of light he would gladly welcome into his home. Oh, how he’d pined for her. Days and nights of torture lusting for a shard of starlight who would never dream of accompanying Jaime back to the crumbling castle of Casterly Rock. But she was here. She’d taken his scarlet cloak around her shoulders and she’d carried not one but two of their children. She welcomed him into her bed and into her heart.
Blue eyes snapped open, immediately seeking his. “Jaime.”
“Good morning, Lady Lannister.” He pounced on their bed like the lion he was. “How did you sleep, Sweetling?”
A flash of blue, and then Jaime’s back was pressed against the mattress. His wife straddled his bare hips; her tall frame looming over his. Jaime had been smitten from the first time she had knocked his foil clear across the room; the blunt edge of her blade digging into the soft flesh of his throat. She was singular in appearance as well as heart: the men of this world were cruel; the women unkind. But as Jaime had often told his wife when he’d courted her: there are no men like me, only me.
Jaime growled as his wife pinned his hands to the pillows. He bucked his hips. “Yes. Yes. Last night, you were…unhinged. You were like some desperate, unyielding creature of the night. You frightened me.” Her grip on his wrists tightened, and Jaime let out a low moan. “Do it again.”
And so she did. Held him against the mattress and took her pleasure from his cock, his mouth. It was only as the morning light grew that Brienne granted him his release. The world shook around him as he came. Brienne then left with a kiss to his lips and pulled a crimson robe over endless miles of creamy skin. He watched Brienne part the drapes for a glimpse of the sun; his darling wife a creature of light, of starlight, no matter how much his darkness had corrupted her.
“Shall we dance later, Sweetling?”
“Of course. But first, breakfast.”
“We’ve worked up quite the appetite.”
Jaime offered his darling wife a wink, before finding soft pants and a matching maroon robe. They walked to the kitchen arm-in-arm; Lord Lannister unable to keep his hands from his lady wife. As soon as they left their room, however, they were accosted by the screams and shrieks of their children. Joanna was playing with rope again; her younger brother Brynden’s pale face now purple.
“Joanna,” Jaime chastised.
“What? I said sword or noose, he said noose!”
Brienne shook her head fondly, and ruffled her daughter’s blonde hair. She stared at Brynden. “Both of you need to work on your skills with a blade. We’ll practice later, with Gregor.”
The Mountain stood, motionless, by the front door. A former man of Jaime’s father, and a man of few words, Gregor was often used as target practice for the children. Jaime offered his wife a helping hand over the last step whilst Brynden crashed to the foyer floor. He gasped, and said, “Can you teach me how to do that knot?”
“Later, son, it’s time for breakfast.” Jaime hustled their children into the kitchen.
As his family settled around the oak kitchen table, Jaime left a series of kisses up and down his wife’s arm. After the death of his sister, and the disappearance of his beloved brother, Jaime thought this house would remain empty. That he would remain empty. But his beloved had filled his life with love and laughter once again, and he would duel anyone who dared to speak ill of Lady Lannister.
As the three fresh graves in the cemetery would testify.
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