So, this is a snippet of a WIP I haven’t posted yet. However, I really like this scene.
In need for some soft stump cuddles? Please see below:
Jaime smiled and turned his head to kiss her wrist. He heard her heart skip a beat.
"Oh?" With a boyish smirk he kissed her wrist again, brushed his parted lips over it, teased the skin with his tongue.
Brienne's nipple hardened within seconds, poking into his ear. A warm shiver ran through him as he felt her arousal and with a little growl he nipped at the very sensitive skin with his teeth. His wench let out a surprisingly girlish gasp.
Jaime chuckled and looked up at her. Her cheeks were glowing.
"Interesting", he purred as he lifted himself up to loom over her. "Very interesting."
"Shut up", Brienne retorted, trying to sound annoyed and failing spectacularly. It only widened his smile.
"If you lift your wrist, I'll do it some more."
"What?! No!" She looked away, her blue eyes brightened by the pink in her cheeks, then she glanced at him again. "If you want to do it, lift the wrist yourself."
Jaime smirked, but there was a pinch in his heart.
"I'm lying on my left, wenchy. I've got no hand left to lift it with."
"You've got your arm though."
His heart skipped a beat. His eyes must have given away the longing he felt in his chest, for a knowing smirk grew on her lips.
"If you kiss mine, I'll kiss yours."
Gods, this woman. Hidden beneath the ugly mask lay the cleverest temptress, seeing all his needs and weaknesses, all his longings.
"Kiss my mouth, first", Jaime panted and came down on her, fast like a hawk. For a moment he stunned her with his attack, but only a second did she need to recover and trap him on top of her with her long, strong arms.
It was heaven. All seven of them.
After they parted, they shyly looked at each other. Brienne gave him an encouraging nod, her big eyes oh so beautiful. Jaime took a breath, pressing his lips together. To hide his stump, to move it out of sight, to not let it be in the way had become an instinct. To overcome it was surprisingly difficult.
He gulped. Felt ugly and wrong when he looked at it lying next to her elbow. A gentle kiss on his jaw made him close his eyes and rest his forehead against Brienne's.
"It's a part of you", she whispered and kissed his cheek.
No, came a scream from within him. This is not me. I'm not this ugly stump. I'm beautiful, perfect. All my life people told me how beautiful I am, until my maiming. I've not been beautiful since!
"Trust me."
Her hand gently stroked his cheek, wiping a tear away Jaime hadn't realized he had spilled.
"Trust me, Jaime", she repeated, her voice so soft it reached the deepest corner of his heart.
Sucking in his bottom lip and biting down on it hard, he watched his stump as he commanded the muscles in his arm to move. There was a surge of repulsion when he saw and felt his scarred end slowly slide up her arm.
That ugly thing shouldn't touch her. She deserved caresses of the softest kind. What could it do for her?
Brienne let out a sweet little hum. At first he thought she was trying to be kind, to motivate him, but then he watched goose flesh spread on her lower arm. Yet, he didn't dare to look into her eyes, focused on their arms instead. The light blonde hairs shone in the sunlight coming from behind his shoulder.
At first he felt a bit like a wind shield wiper. His movements felt robotic. There was no finesse in it whatsoever, no tenderness. It was frustrating. He felt like an idiot.
"Don't stop."
Was she in his head now? Or could she simply read his body so well already that she knew how uncomfortable he was?
"I hate this", he confessed.
"Does it hurt you?"
"No."
"Then keep going. My upper arm, too, please."
When he moved his stump upwards, he poked it into her bicep. Brienne smiled against his cheek and kissed him. "Don't stop."
"You can't possibly enjoy this."
"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do, Lannister", she whispered way to sweetly, her plush lips wandering across his cheek, up to his temple, down to his jaw.
"If I had my right hand, I could-"
"No", she interrupted him and sucked his earlobe between her lips. A burst of arousal in the mids of discomfort. "That hand is gone, Jaime. But you have your wrist...and it feels lovely."
Jaime snorted, yet he continued to brush his stump up and down her arm, trying - and succeeding - to spread more goosebumps on her skin.
His girlfriend let out another little hum and a sigh. She nuzzled her face against his and rested it there as she - apparently - enjoyed his "caresses" with his wrist.
Whenever he felt like stopping, she told him to continue. Jaime learned that her skin was especially sensitive around her elbow and on the inside of her lower arm, right above her wrist.
"Turn your arm", he ordered, at which she gave him a simple "no" as a reply. Jaime huffed. Stupid, stubborn, wench. He would stop now!
Biting his lip, he wandered to her hand and, with a fast beating heart and another sting of disgust, gently pushed his wrist into her palm. Instantly her fingers curled around and held onto it. Jaime felt a smile against his cheek as he clumsily adjusted the position of her arm so he could caress the inside, as well.
"Clever man", came her ironic whisper, "so inventive."
"Shut it or I'll stop."
"You won't."
"Won't I?"
"No." The horrid wench had the audacity to smile into his skin again.
"Why not?" he half snapped, his eyes following his stump on his journey up and down her arm, trying to find new routes, trying to be more tender.
"Because you know how much it means to me that you touch me", Brienne whispered, the smile fading, her lips brushing to the corner of his mouth, "because you know how much I long for your touch...Jaime mine..."
"Brienne..."
Their mouths found each other for a deep, oh so deep kiss.
Gods, yes, she was strong and independent and robust, but she needed his tenderness just as much as he needed hers.
"I'll keep going", he whispered huskily against her warm mouth, making her smile and bury her face in his neck.
She thanked him softly and breathed in his scent as he kept caressing her for minutes and minutes. His arm began hurting but he continued. He would continue until his arm fell off if that was what she wanted. His sweet Brienne. His girlfriend. His love.
Those hums she made were exquisite and lovely and he memorized them all. She had never made such sounds before and he loved them. When her breathing began to even out, he snapped out of his concentration.
"Are you falling asleep?"
"Hm. It's so wonderful. Don't stop."
She snuggled against him.
"I won't", he ensured her gently and didn't until she was fast asleep.
Slowly Jaime leaned back and looked at her for a long while, marvelling at the wonder that was Brienne Tarth. That she had chosen him. When she mumbled something incoherent and snuggled closer, he smiled.
There was so much more love in his heart for her today. Would it never stop growing? He hoped not as he watched her, a strand of hair falling into her eye.
Unthinkingly he reached out with his right and paused when he saw his stump. He gulped, took a deep breath, then he gently, very carefully brushed the strand away with his wrist. And - since her head didn't explode - he dared to brush his scarred skin over her temple and down along her cheek to her jaw.
It felt weird, touching her like this. Also, intimate. And wonderful.
Sure that she wouldn't hear, Jaime leaned down, kissed her temple and whispered the words his heart was already singing, just so the world knew.
A little more time, a little more trust and she would know, too.
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