GOLDEN LION

Independent Ser Jaime Lannister from the A Song Of Ice and Fire series. Established 4th April 2019. 18+ only. Mun/muse 25+. Brother of gcldenlioness. Follows back on e-ooc. Highly selective. Read rules before interacting.

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Mun is E. She/her.

This blog will only interact with muns aged 18+. It is a personal preference due to themes which will be present on this blog. Mun is 30.

The portrayal of this character runs with book canon, but may play some aspects of the show (with book canon characterisation).

NSFW can and will occur on this blog. As I am exclusively mobile, any NSFW content will solely be tagged as such (mobile is not a fan of read mores). I will only write NSFW material with muns over the age of 21 and only if I (and my partner) are comfortable enough with the other mun/muse. If I (or my partner) am not comfortable, it will be a fade to black deal. I will also not rp any NSFW material for Jaime's canon relationship with Cersei. Again, this will be a fade to black.

Triggers will be tagged. Some themes featured in this portrayal are frowned upon heavily such as incest, the use of certain words such as "cripple", but are in line with how the character is portrayed within the original source material.

This roleplay is not exclusive, however I am highly selective. If we are not mutuals, please don't like starter calls, send memes etc. I like to be comfortable with partners before writing. My chat is always open if you want to discuss a thread and we've never interacted before.

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@pyrinas

He meets her halfway, joining her in a lingering kiss. One filled with words as yet unspoken, with promises that she would be safe with him.

It feels like a lifetime when he does eventually draw back, hand remaining where it had found itself on the side of her neck, thumb delicately stroking her cheek.

“We can leave tomorrow, if you wish,” he murmurs. “I have everything important to me here already…everything else in my apartment is just there for show.”

He kisses her again, just briefly this time.

“Though a fair warning…Charles in number one in this relationship,” he smirks, gesturing to the battered plush lion laying haphazardly on the chair in the corner of the room. “He gets priority space in our bed.”

[pyrinas]

She leaned into his touch, eyes closing as he claimed another kiss and stayed shut afterwards, happily savoring the affection. As much as she wanted to continue, she found herself drifting between the realms of awake and asleep. They had, after all, had a rather active evening.

"Ah," she mused, the evidence of her exhaustion becoming obvious as her speech slowed and as her eyes fluttered. She curled closer, almost desperate for more of their skin to touch. "Well, I appreciate being invited into your bed and that he did not mind."

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@pyrinas

“Oh, he minds,” he murmurs, drawing her closer as one hand tugs the covers up further over their bare bodies. “But he’ll get used to you, I’m certain.”

He falls silent after that, suddenly acutely aware of the heaviness of his eyelids and allowing them to fall closed. Thoughts of the evening coming to him. He’d won the most prestigious award in the acting world that night, yet it seemed little more significant than being given a gold star at school in comparison to what he had truly won that evening.

He finally had Iren, finally had some semblance of happiness knowing that she felt the same way. And it is with thoughts of their future that he finally drifts off, beginning to snore loudly as he draws her ever closer.

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@pyrinas

His response is to draw her closer, trying to offer her some semblance of comfort. Pressing a gentle kiss to her brow in the process.

“You did nothing wrong,” he murmurs, hearing the words in his own head in the voice of his therapist, something she told him time and time again. “I…sometimes the world deals us a terrible hand. It does not mean we deserve it.”

He falls silent for just a moment before continuing to speak.

“I blamed myself for what Cersei did to me for years,” he admits. “Still do, sometimes. But she made those choices, worked away for years to get me to the point I’d bend to her will. I didn’t do anything to make her that way, other than be convenient for her warped view of maintaining the Lannister line. But she lost…and a part of me is hopeful that seeing us together at the awards has made her lose what is left of her sanity.”

He can see it now, his sister paralytic drunk in her apartment. Trying desperately to call him, to hurl her vitriol at him. Only to find he has blocked her on all platforms.

It is then that an idea strikes him. One likely born from the alcohol that still floods his mind, but he also knows he has never been quite so serious in his life.

“Run away with me,” he says, shifting just enough to meet her gaze. “Somewhere in Essos…where the cunts who plague us cannot find us. We could settle down…just you and I and…”

The words leave him before he can stop them.

“Marry me, Iren. Let us start a new life together. The life we deserve.”

[pyrinas]

She went still in his arms, breath catching painfully in her chest as his words reached her ears and settled. For a long moment, she found herself unable to look at him. Not out of hesitation or aversion, but because she feared that if their eyes met too soon, his offer might entirely disappear. Instead, her fingers slipped into his hair, gently curling into golden locks so she could cling to his warmth and ground herself in knowing what he offered was true.

"I would like that, very much," she finally whispered, shifting closer until their foreheads met. Something between a laugh and sob escaped her lips. For the first time in her life, the future did not feel uncertain or a threat.

Her nose brushed against his as she drew in a breath, bronzite colored eyes meeting emeralds. "Very much," she repeated, her conviction stronger now. Her heart pounded against her chest, now from excitement rather than the usual anxiousness. "I'll go with you. I'll marry you." She leaned in more, yearning for another kiss from him.

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@pyrinas

He meets her halfway, joining her in a lingering kiss. One filled with words as yet unspoken, with promises that she would be safe with him.

It feels like a lifetime when he does eventually draw back, hand remaining where it had found itself on the side of her neck, thumb delicately stroking her cheek.

“We can leave tomorrow, if you wish,” he murmurs. “I have everything important to me here already…everything else in my apartment is just there for show.”

He kisses her again, just briefly this time.

“Though a fair warning…Charles in number one in this relationship,” he smirks, gesturing to the battered plush lion laying haphazardly on the chair in the corner of the room. “He gets priority space in our bed.”

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@pyrinas

Sleep does not hold him for long and within a mere hour, he finds himself stirred by a brewing nightmare, heart racing as he slowly tries to assure himself that Iren is safe.

She is, as far as he is aware, undisturbed by his awakening, given the way she still snores softly against his chest. The gentle breaths emanating from Genna’s crib tell him that she too remains deep in slumber.

He lies there for what feels like hours, living hand idly stroking Iren’s dark hair whilst his gaze remains upon the canopy above their bed. Sleep continues to evade him, a deep-seated fear that the dead will be awaiting him once more should he close his eyes.

He eventually rises, slowly and quietly so as not to disturb his wife and daughter. Seeking out a shirt and breeches before putting on his boots and leaving the bedchamber.

He wanders the keep for the remainder of the night, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the familiar surroundings. Reminding himself that he is home and that Iren and Genna are safe. Yet he feels trapped within thick castle walls, so he makes for the stairs that take him down to the bay at the base of the cliffs.

He sits there for the remainder of the night, soothed by the sound of the waves and the way the world slowly begins to illuminate as dawn breaks. He finds himself thinking back to the first time he brought Iren here the day after their forced wedding, the way they had fallen into one another as though they had been destined for one another all along. He still believes that to be true…after all, the Gods had allowed him to survive the horrors of the North to return to her. And he would never leave her side again.

When he returns to the keep, it seems the entire place had come to life. Heads bow his way as he walks through the busy corridors, the occasional verbal greeting too. Yet there is only one person he wishes to see and he encounters her as he begins his ascent up the stairs to their chambers.

“My lady…” he says, gently taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Forgive me…I have had…trouble sleeping since I left Winterfell. It would seem it still plagues me even now that I am home. I hope I did not wake you as I left…”

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@pyrinas

He offers her what he hopes looks to be a genuine smile as he nods his agreement, yet he does not quite feel it reach his eyes. Still, he offers her his arm as they make their way through the keep to their private solar, where breakfast awaits.

They eat in silent, Jaime forcing the food down despite the nausea he feels, brought on likely by his lack of sleep and the lingering fears that he brought home with him from the North.

He hopes she does not notice. He did not wish to add further to the likely stresses of motherhood.

“Tell me, my lady,” he says eventually. “What plans have you for the day?”

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@pyrinas

“Yeah,” he answers quietly. “I…well, it isn’t so easy speaking of things such as this as a man…even my therapist does not know the truth of it.”

Though he was ashamed to admit it to her, he felt a comfort in speaking it aloud all the same. As though he was pushing the hurt and fear from his mind just enough to ease it. He knew Iren would not judge nor mock him, especially when she shares the confession of her own.

“Your leg…” he says as she falls silent. It was not something they had discussed, nor had he sought to explore why she walked with a cane. It was none of his business, after all, and the disability did not make her any less desirable to him. “Did he do that to you?”

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@pyrinas

His response is to draw her closer, trying to offer her some semblance of comfort. Pressing a gentle kiss to her brow in the process.

“You did nothing wrong,” he murmurs, hearing the words in his own head in the voice of his therapist, something she told him time and time again. “I…sometimes the world deals us a terrible hand. It does not mean we deserve it.”

He falls silent for just a moment before continuing to speak.

“I blamed myself for what Cersei did to me for years,” he admits. “Still do, sometimes. But she made those choices, worked away for years to get me to the point I’d bend to her will. I didn’t do anything to make her that way, other than be convenient for her warped view of maintaining the Lannister line. But she lost…and a part of me is hopeful that seeing us together at the awards has made her lose what is left of her sanity.”

He can see it now, his sister paralytic drunk in her apartment. Trying desperately to call him, to hurl her vitriol at him. Only to find he has blocked her on all platforms.

It is then that an idea strikes him. One likely born from the alcohol that still floods his mind, but he also knows he has never been quite so serious in his life.

“Run away with me,” he says, shifting just enough to meet her gaze. “Somewhere in Essos…where the cunts who plague us cannot find us. We could settle down…just you and I and…”

The words leave him before he can stop them.

“Marry me, Iren. Let us start a new life together. The life we deserve.”

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@pyrinas

There is a strong voice within him that urges argument, and another which commands him to mount his horse, sword in hand. And yet the moment those eyes meet his, such urges vanish and he finds himself seeking her lips with his own instead, pressing a lingering kiss to them. Living hand rising to caress her cheek.

“I will keep you safe, my lady,” he murmurs, nuzzling her. “You…and our daughter.”

Arms slide around her and he draws her in closer to him, eyes closing at the comfort he had gone without for so long.

“You have my word, until the day the Stranger comes for me.”

Before he can do anything to stop it, he drifts off to sleep within moments, all of his exhaustion from his long journey home suddenly catching up with him.

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@pyrinas

Sleep does not hold him for long and within a mere hour, he finds himself stirred by a brewing nightmare, heart racing as he slowly tries to assure himself that Iren is safe.

She is, as far as he is aware, undisturbed by his awakening, given the way she still snores softly against his chest. The gentle breaths emanating from Genna’s crib tell him that she too remains deep in slumber.

He lies there for what feels like hours, living hand idly stroking Iren’s dark hair whilst his gaze remains upon the canopy above their bed. Sleep continues to evade him, a deep-seated fear that the dead will be awaiting him once more should he close his eyes.

He eventually rises, slowly and quietly so as not to disturb his wife and daughter. Seeking out a shirt and breeches before putting on his boots and leaving the bedchamber.

He wanders the keep for the remainder of the night, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the familiar surroundings. Reminding himself that he is home and that Iren and Genna are safe. Yet he feels trapped within thick castle walls, so he makes for the stairs that take him down to the bay at the base of the cliffs.

He sits there for the remainder of the night, soothed by the sound of the waves and the way the world slowly begins to illuminate as dawn breaks. He finds himself thinking back to the first time he brought Iren here the day after their forced wedding, the way they had fallen into one another as though they had been destined for one another all along. He still believes that to be true…after all, the Gods had allowed him to survive the horrors of the North to return to her. And he would never leave her side again.

When he returns to the keep, it seems the entire place had come to life. Heads bow his way as he walks through the busy corridors, the occasional verbal greeting too. Yet there is only one person he wishes to see and he encounters her as he begins his ascent up the stairs to their chambers.

“My lady…” he says, gently taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Forgive me…I have had…trouble sleeping since I left Winterfell. It would seem it still plagues me even now that I am home. I hope I did not wake you as I left…”

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@pyrinas

Cersei.

It is the first name that comes to mind as his lady finishes her tale and he feels both anger and hurt welling up within him. She had never allowed him joy, always seeking to destroy any semblance of peace that he found.

In that moment, he wishes for nothing more than to rise from the bed, mount his horse and ride to King’s Landing. Seek out his sister and end her life with his own hand. Yet Genna’s gentle snuffling from her cradle stills him and he draws Iren into a tight embrace, offering her comfort. Reassuring her that both she and their daughter are safe.

“My sister will be dead before the moon is out,” he murmurs into her hair, fingers gently caressing her back over her nightgown. “She will never try to hurt you again.”

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@pyrinas

There is a strong voice within him that urges argument, and another which commands him to mount his horse, sword in hand. And yet the moment those eyes meet his, such urges vanish and he finds himself seeking her lips with his own instead, pressing a lingering kiss to them. Living hand rising to caress her cheek.

“I will keep you safe, my lady,” he murmurs, nuzzling her. “You…and our daughter.”

Arms slide around her and he draws her in closer to him, eyes closing at the comfort he had gone without for so long.

“You have my word, until the day the Stranger comes for me.”

Before he can do anything to stop it, he drifts off to sleep within moments, all of his exhaustion from his long journey home suddenly catching up with him.

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@pyrinas

He can sense her discomfort, try as she might to hide it. And bringing her discomfort was the last thing he would ever wish to do.

Rising to his feet swiftly, he takes the girl from the septa’s arms, much to the older woman’s confusion.

“Forgive me…seeing her rushed away is a sight more painful than I anticipated. I’m sure there will be plenty of time to spend with my wife now that I have returned home.”

The septa offers him a sympathetic look before nodding and leaving the room. Jaime then lays the babe down in her cradle, tucking the soft blanket over her before he joins Iren abed.

Taking her hand, he presses a kiss to it.

“Tell me what happened, my lady…I can sense you are ill at ease…”

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@pyrinas

Cersei.

It is the first name that comes to mind as his lady finishes her tale and he feels both anger and hurt welling up within him. She had never allowed him joy, always seeking to destroy any semblance of peace that he found.

In that moment, he wishes for nothing more than to rise from the bed, mount his horse and ride to King’s Landing. Seek out his sister and end her life with his own hand. Yet Genna’s gentle snuffling from her cradle stills him and he draws Iren into a tight embrace, offering her comfort. Reassuring her that both she and their daughter are safe.

“My sister will be dead before the moon is out,” he murmurs into her hair, fingers gently caressing her back over her nightgown. “She will never try to hurt you again.”

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@pyrinas

“It’s rather a…sensitive topic,” he murmurs. “I-“

He ponders for several long moments. Wondering whether he ought to tell her the truth and risk tarnishing their evening, or whether to brush it off, as he so often had over the years.

He decides it was time.

“I was 17…as was my sister. She’d always behaved…strangely around me. But that evening, we broke into father’s liquor cabinet. I went crazy for the stuff…so much so that I was drunk within an hour. She…meanwhile…held back. And…took advantage of me that night.”

He takes a moment to pause, emerald eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“It only happened once, but it was enough. She left me fearful to be around anyone else. Still does…but I haven’t seen her since I was eighteen. She’s vile and bitter whenever I engage in any…scenes in my films, or have female costars. She has a sick idea that the Lannister bloodline ought to be kept pure…”

He eventually meets Iren’s gaze.

“I’m sorry…”

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@pyrinas

“Yeah,” he answers quietly. “I…well, it isn’t so easy speaking of things such as this as a man…even my therapist does not know the truth of it.”

Though he was ashamed to admit it to her, he felt a comfort in speaking it aloud all the same. As though he was pushing the hurt and fear from his mind just enough to ease it. He knew Iren would not judge nor mock him, especially when she shares the confession of her own.

“Your leg…” he says as she falls silent. It was not something they had discussed, nor had he sought to explore why she walked with a cane. It was none of his business, after all, and the disability did not make her any less desirable to him. “Did he do that to you?”

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@pyrinas

After drying and dressing himself in a fresh pair of breeches, he finds himself settled beside Iren upon the bed, Genna peacefully resting atop his bare chest. Soft snores sounding from her every few moments.

It felt entirely surreal. He had been a father three times before, it was true. But he had never truly been allowed to be, only behind closed doors. And even then, Cersei kept his interaction with their children to a minimum. It would not be this way with Genna now, nor would it ever be that way again. Genna was his daughter and he would call it from the rooftops if the urge took him.

But despite the scenario he now found himself in, he could not help thinking back to Iren’s earlier allusions. Had something happened that he had not been made privy to? Had she or their babe been harmed? In an attempt to distract himself, he turns his attention back to the babe.

“Might we summon her septa to care for her tonight?” He whispers. “I’d like to spend some time with my lady…”

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@pyrinas

He can sense her discomfort, try as she might to hide it. And bringing her discomfort was the last thing he would ever wish to do.

Rising to his feet swiftly, he takes the girl from the septa’s arms, much to the older woman’s confusion.

“Forgive me…seeing her rushed away is a sight more painful than I anticipated. I’m sure there will be plenty of time to spend with my wife now that I have returned home.”

The septa offers him a sympathetic look before nodding and leaving the room. Jaime then lays the babe down in her cradle, tucking the soft blanket over her before he joins Iren abed.

Taking her hand, he presses a kiss to it.

“Tell me what happened, my lady…I can sense you are ill at ease…”

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@pyrinas

He fully slips from her then as they kiss, hand rising to cup her cheek. After what feels like a lifetime, he draws back, a soft smile upon his lips as his thumb strokes over her cheek.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve longed for this…” he murmurs, stealing one further kiss before urging her to settle beneath the covers with him.

Sliding his arms around her, he draws her against himself, one hand slowly combing through her dark hair. He would feel entirely content, more so than he ever had in his life, if there were not still one small matter niggling away at him.

“Iren..?” He says after several minutes of silence. “I…tonight was…the first time for me too…”

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@pyrinas

“It’s rather a…sensitive topic,” he murmurs. “I-“

He ponders for several long moments. Wondering whether he ought to tell her the truth and risk tarnishing their evening, or whether to brush it off, as he so often had over the years.

He decides it was time.

“I was 17…as was my sister. She’d always behaved…strangely around me. But that evening, we broke into father’s liquor cabinet. I went crazy for the stuff…so much so that I was drunk within an hour. She…meanwhile…held back. And…took advantage of me that night.”

He takes a moment to pause, emerald eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“It only happened once, but it was enough. She left me fearful to be around anyone else. Still does…but I haven’t seen her since I was eighteen. She’s vile and bitter whenever I engage in any…scenes in my films, or have female costars. She has a sick idea that the Lannister bloodline ought to be kept pure…”

He eventually meets Iren’s gaze.

“I’m sorry…”

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@pyrinas

“Better…” he utters against her lips in response to her question, hand sliding down her body to grip her hip once more.

His movements remain slow, yet grow in insistence as he feels his own pleasure begin to build. Lips seek hers once more in a heated kiss, groaning into her mouth as he tests the waters, picking up his pace only slightly. Drawing back to watch her features as he does so. After a few moments, he turns his attention to her neck, nibbling and suckling at her flesh.

The pleasure hits him like a train, entirely unexpected and sudden. His fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hip as he falls into his own ecstasy.

“Fuck…” he groans in her ear, burying his face in her neck. The embarrassment of finishing so quickly would likely haunt him later, but he is far from caring now.

When the pleasure fades, he lifts his head to meet her gaze. Quite uncertain of what to say or do. He was beginning to feel some degree of discomfort being inside her now that he had spent, so he stills his movements for a moment.

“Did…did you…finish?”

[pyrinas]

She was happy to hear him speak, glad to listen to him groan with his movements. Iren eagerly kissed him back, and her fingers slipped into his hair while he occupied himself with her neck. Her other hand slipped between the two, finding the bundle of nerves between her legs. She remembered how it felt when Jaime brushed against it earlier when he feasted upon her. While his rhythm increased, she worked to move her fingers against herself in tandem with his thrusts in hopes it would push her closer to the edge.

Her own climax followed his a few moments later, her back arching up into him. The hand in Jaime's hair tugged slightly before quickly releasing it, almost out of fear of hurting him or doing something he did not like. A silent cry came from her lips, the waves of pleasure rushing through her body.

Her back relaxed as she felt the high dissipating, chest heaving with breathlessness. The question nearly went unheard, but she managed a weak nod once the words finally reached her ears. "Yes," she breathed, her hand slipping away from between her legs. She turned her head, seeking out another kiss from him.

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@pyrinas

He fully slips from her then as they kiss, hand rising to cup her cheek. After what feels like a lifetime, he draws back, a soft smile upon his lips as his thumb strokes over her cheek.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve longed for this…” he murmurs, stealing one further kiss before urging her to settle beneath the covers with him.

Sliding his arms around her, he draws her against himself, one hand slowly combing through her dark hair. He would feel entirely content, more so than he ever had in his life, if there were not still one small matter niggling away at him.

“Iren..?” He says after several minutes of silence. “I…tonight was…the first time for me too…”

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@pyrinas

One hand clutches her hip whilst the other seeks out hers, lacing his fingers through hers as he continued to feast upon her. From the sounds falling from her lips and the way her hips moved against him, he draws the conclusion that she is enjoying what he is doing. However, it does little to stop him feeling like a fool.

When he is certain she is ready for him, he shifts back up her body. Gaze fixed upon hers as he grasps himself and slowly slips inside her with a sharp breath. Watching her features for any sign of pain or hesitation.

Then, slowly, he begins to move his hips. Feeling somewhat awkward at first but soon settling into a rhythm. It was a motion he was accustomed to, one which was choreographed by directors. Yet this time, he finds himself in an entirely new world, one in which he did not need to act out the pleasure, nor pretend to care about the woman beneath him.

[pyrinas]

The removal of his mouth from between her legs elicited an almost disappointed sound from her as he repositioned himself. Iren did not watch him push inside her, fearing that the sight would make the pain she knew was coming worse. Fingers gripped the sheets of the bed, dark eyes continuing to be focused on Jaime above her, and not on what he was doing. She heard his inhale, and a shiver went up her spine as she took that as a sign that she felt good to him.

The first few movements hurt, but she distracted herself from it by pulling Jaime down for a kiss. As he grew accustomed to his pace, she felt her discomfort melt into pleasure as her body became adjusted to his presence. She relaxed back into the sheets, observing how he moved atop her.

"Are you...okay?" she whispered, her breath hitching at the end of the sentence with one of his thrusts. She did not think anything was amiss between them at the moment. It had been since the theatre when they last spoke, and she just wanted an excuse to hear his voice again.

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@pyrinas

“Better…” he utters against her lips in response to her question, hand sliding down her body to grip her hip once more.

His movements remain slow, yet grow in insistence as he feels his own pleasure begin to build. Lips seek hers once more in a heated kiss, groaning into her mouth as he tests the waters, picking up his pace only slightly. Drawing back to watch her features as he does so. After a few moments, he turns his attention to her neck, nibbling and suckling at her flesh.

The pleasure hits him like a train, entirely unexpected and sudden. His fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hip as he falls into his own ecstasy.

“Fuck…” he groans in her ear, burying his face in her neck. The embarrassment of finishing so quickly would likely haunt him later, but he is far from caring now.

When the pleasure fades, he lifts his head to meet her gaze. Quite uncertain of what to say or do. He was beginning to feel some degree of discomfort being inside her now that he had spent, so he stills his movements for a moment.

“Did…did you…finish?”

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@pyrinas

He chooses to leave his own inexperience uncommented, fearful she might judge him for it. Especially once she knew the reason why.

Instead, he gives her a gentle smile, kissing her once more before moving to his knees to remove his jacket, shirt and tie. Then, he turns his attention to Iren’s attire, working to remove it as carefully as he could manage, mindful of ripping her dress. Once the remainder of his clothes were cast somewhere upon the floor and he was as bare as she was, he moves back over her, finding her lips with his own.

After a few minutes of simply enjoying the feel of her bare skin against his own, he moves away from her lips, instead turning his attention to her neck. Slowly beginning to work his way down her body, glancing up at her features every so often to ensure she wished for him to continue. Then, with one final look to her, he buries his face between her thighs. Hoping to any God that might be listening that he was pleasing her and not the fumbling mess he feared he was.

[pyrinas]

She lay back on the bed, watching him strip himself of his suit carefully. With the top half of him bare now, she wanted to reach out to touch him. Yet, they were tasked with freeing Iren of her own clothes before she could do that. With every graze of Jaime's fingers, she felt goosebumps blossom on her flesh.

Iren settled back into the bed with him, savoring the lingering scent of his cologne on his skin. She remembered it from when she had spent the night at the apartment a few months back. That, paired with his gentle affections, helped relax her. She found herself forgetting about her own insecurities, even, especially that of her maimed leg.

As he traveled down her body, she observed him intently again. When he settled between her legs, she gave him another approving nod before shifting underneath him slightly to open her legs more for him. The sight of him between her legs made her face feel hot with embarrassment, and her head fell back against the pillows, dark tendrils of hair surrounding her.

"Jaime," she whined after a few moments, a hand blindly seeking him out. She could tell when his mouth had settled into a rhythm against her, still fully believing he knew what he was doing. Her eyes closed, desperate to focus on the feeling of his mouth against her. Occasionally, her hips bucked ever so slightly upwards to him, hopefully signaling to him that she was enjoying the moment.

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@pyrinas

One hand clutches her hip whilst the other seeks out hers, lacing his fingers through hers as he continued to feast upon her. From the sounds falling from her lips and the way her hips moved against him, he draws the conclusion that she is enjoying what he is doing. However, it does little to stop him feeling like a fool.

When he is certain she is ready for him, he shifts back up her body. Gaze fixed upon hers as he grasps himself and slowly slips inside her with a sharp breath. Watching her features for any sign of pain or hesitation.

Then, slowly, he begins to move his hips. Feeling somewhat awkward at first but soon settling into a rhythm. It was a motion he was accustomed to, one which was choreographed by directors. Yet this time, he finds himself in an entirely new world, one in which he did not need to act out the pleasure, nor pretend to care about the woman beneath him.

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@pyrinas

He had not anticipated things escalating quite so quickly, nor does he believe things would have had they not both consumed quite so much wine, but he would not complain. Far from it.

Lips move to her neck then the moment he is atop her, one hand seeking the skirt of her dress and hitching it up enough for him to find the bare skin of her hip. Fingers digging into her flesh as he moves back to her lips.

On the outside, it might appear to Iren that he was a skilled and experienced lover but in truth, if she wished to take things further, this would be the first time he had been with a woman that he had actually wished to. Any move he made now was something he had taken with him from a role, though he knew he would soon learn if they were truly things women enjoyed.

Breaking their kiss then though remaining close to her, he slowly edges his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, ready to tug them down. Meeting her gaze, he silently asks for her consent.

[mxnofhonour]

@pyrinas

He chooses to leave his own inexperience uncommented, fearful she might judge him for it. Especially once she knew the reason why.

Instead, he gives her a gentle smile, kissing her once more before moving to his knees to remove his jacket, shirt and tie. Then, he turns his attention to Iren’s attire, working to remove it as carefully as he could manage, mindful of ripping her dress. Once the remainder of his clothes were cast somewhere upon the floor and he was as bare as she was, he moves back over her, finding her lips with his own.

After a few minutes of simply enjoying the feel of her bare skin against his own, he moves away from her lips, instead turning his attention to her neck. Slowly beginning to work his way down her body, glancing up at her features every so often to ensure she wished for him to continue. Then, with one final look to her, he buries his face between her thighs. Hoping to any God that might be listening that he was pleasing her and not the fumbling mess he feared he was.

[mxnofhonour]

@pyrinas

At her words, he nods, squeezing her hand briefly before stepping away from her.

The journey from their seats to the stage isn’t far, yet it feels like a lifetime. The drinks coursing through him combined with the shock of winning and the notion of precisely how he had celebrated rendered him near dizzy, but somehow he makes it to the podium without incident. Taking a moment to stare at the award now in his hand, he begins to speak.

“I…well, my assistant told me to prepare something but give who I was running against, I didn’t bother. So I suppose…thank you to everyone who got me here.”

Everything is telling him to leave it there, return to his seat. But he cannot help himself.

“And Iren…thank you for…well, I think you already know.”

The journey back to his seat doesn’t register, the raucous cheers from the crowd seemingly carrying him along. In that moment, he is simply grateful to be back at her side, feeling the comfort only Iren could provide him.

The ceremony ends soon afterwards and Jaime finds himself pulled away from her for his press interviews. Of course, most of the questions were about who Iren was but somehow, in his slightly drunken state, he had the wherewithal about him to divert away from the topic. He knew Iren was not one to enjoy the spotlight and in truth, neither was he.

Eventually, they’re reunited. He’s quite uncertain what to say, a tension growing between them now. One which reaches near boiling point in their car ride back to the hotel. He can see the driver’s eyes glance at them in the rear view mirror every now and again, expectantly, clearing having watched the ceremony live or undoubtedly read what had happened in the press. But Jaime would not give him the show he so clearly wanted. Instead settling for subtly stroking Iren’s hand as it rested beside his.

They’re not granted any true privacy until they reach the hotel elevator, after pushing through the crowds of paparazzi in the lobby. The moment the doors close and silence falls upon them, his gaze meets her. And, before he can figure out who initiated it, he has her pressed against the wall, kissing one another heatedly as the elevator takes them up to their suite.

[pyrinas]

Without Jaime beside her on their way out of the theatre, she grew antsy again. She stayed off to the side, letting him have his moment and answer their questions, though a few occasionally yelled out to her. Iren especially did not like that. It made Iren feel like a deer in headlights, suddenly too conscious of her existence. No answers were granted to those photographers. She just gave them awkward side eyes in failed attempts not to acknowledge them.

She felt relaxed once they were back in the car, the tint on the windows saving them from any other camera flashes or intrusions. A part of her wanted to reach out to him and test the waters, see how he would respond, yet his gaze seemed to be boring into the front of the car. If not for the subtle stroke of Jaime's fingers against her hand, Iren would have interpreted the moment as disinterest. Content with the small touches, she found herself looking out the car window, oblivious to the fleeting glances of the driver.

By the time they reached the elevator, its chime felt like a signal of reprieve. As its doors shut, the noise from the lobby faded away. Iren's back met the cool wall of the elevator, lips quickly finding each other again. This time, she was more prepared for it. Despite also having a few drinks that night, she felt herself moving tentatively against him, trying to follow the pace Jaime set. When the elevator dinged again, she gave a tug on his jacket, wordlessly urging him to follow her. She stumbled into the room with him, eagerly trying to keep him near, until the back of her knees hit the bed and she pulled him down with her.

[mxnofhonour]

@pyrinas

He had not anticipated things escalating quite so quickly, nor does he believe things would have had they not both consumed quite so much wine, but he would not complain. Far from it.

Lips move to her neck then the moment he is atop her, one hand seeking the skirt of her dress and hitching it up enough for him to find the bare skin of her hip. Fingers digging into her flesh as he moves back to her lips.

On the outside, it might appear to Iren that he was a skilled and experienced lover but in truth, if she wished to take things further, this would be the first time he had been with a woman that he had actually wished to. Any move he made now was something he had taken with him from a role, though he knew he would soon learn if they were truly things women enjoyed.

Breaking their kiss then though remaining close to her, he slowly edges his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, ready to tug them down. Meeting her gaze, he silently asks for her consent.

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@pyrinas

“I cannot think of another person I would rather have in my company tonight.”

The words leave him before the rational part of his brain can put a stop to them. He speaks truly, though. He is quite certain he has never cared for anyone as Iren does. Perhaps one day he would find the words to tell he r precisely what she means to him, but currently, those words were lost upon him.

The ceremony would ordinarily drag, however having Iren at his side made it all the more pleasant. With Jaime being nominated in the biggest category, he knew he would not find out his fate until the end. Eventually, it comes around, Jaime finding himself wishing to disappear as they show quite possibly his least favourite scene from the movie upon the big screen.

It barely registers when his name is announced. Only when his costar beside him nudges him does he realise and he is quick to rise to his feet, drawing Iren to stand with him. Enveloping her with his arms. And, before he realises what he is doing, he has sought her lips with his own, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips as his fingers lace through hers.

[mxnofhonour]

@pyrinas

At her words, he nods, squeezing her hand briefly before stepping away from her.

The journey from their seats to the stage isn’t far, yet it feels like a lifetime. The drinks coursing through him combined with the shock of winning and the notion of precisely how he had celebrated rendered him near dizzy, but somehow he makes it to the podium without incident. Taking a moment to stare at the award now in his hand, he begins to speak.

“I…well, my assistant told me to prepare something but give who I was running against, I didn’t bother. So I suppose…thank you to everyone who got me here.”

Everything is telling him to leave it there, return to his seat. But he cannot help himself.

“And Iren…thank you for…well, I think you already know.”

The journey back to his seat doesn’t register, the raucous cheers from the crowd seemingly carrying him along. In that moment, he is simply grateful to be back at her side, feeling the comfort only Iren could provide him.

The ceremony ends soon afterwards and Jaime finds himself pulled away from her for his press interviews. Of course, most of the questions were about who Iren was but somehow, in his slightly drunken state, he had the wherewithal about him to divert away from the topic. He knew Iren was not one to enjoy the spotlight and in truth, neither was he.

Eventually, they’re reunited. He’s quite uncertain what to say, a tension growing between them now. One which reaches near boiling point in their car ride back to the hotel. He can see the driver’s eyes glance at them in the rear view mirror every now and again, expectantly, clearing having watched the ceremony live or undoubtedly read what had happened in the press. But Jaime would not give him the show he so clearly wanted. Instead settling for subtly stroking Iren’s hand as it rested beside his.

They’re not granted any true privacy until they reach the hotel elevator, after pushing through the crowds of paparazzi in the lobby. The moment the doors close and silence falls upon them, his gaze meets her. And, before he can figure out who initiated it, he has her pressed against the wall, kissing one another heatedly as the elevator takes them up to their suite.