𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂
@miotas || Jaime and Sera !!
𝟷𝟺) 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗.
Sera doesn’t trust Jaime Lannister. He is a man of deception, playing the part he’s assigned before striking from behind the moment another opportunity arises that better benefits him. She’s seen it before, seen how men like him can turn without batting an eye. To keep him close could be dangerous. Though, 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛...
Tongue washes over her bottom lip, head tilting casually to the side as she watches him. She knows his loyalty isn’t set in stone. After all, he’s sent there to kill her. How easy it was to devour him whole only to spit him out and claim him as her own personal guard. Sera wants to know what he’s thinking, what’s running through his mind at this very moment. Is he contemplating a way to escape? A way to complete the task he was originally sent out to perform? 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳? She knows a complexity hides behind his armor. He is more than meets the eye.
❝ You’ve proven yourself quite useful to me. ❞ Perhaps he deserves some praise for his efforts, be they true or just a means to an end. She stands, making her way towards him and reaching out to rest a hand against his cheek tenderly. ❝ Perhaps, there is something I may do for you? ❞
She looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, touch teasing along the side of his face, down along his jawline until she touches the curve of his neck with the tips of her fingers. Can Sera be lenient with him? Vulnerability isn’t something the woman cares to admit she endures. After all, the last time she allowed herself to be vulnerable with another, they nearly ended her. He is no different. She knows this. And yet...
His fingers slip through her hair before they turn into a fist and pull her head back. Sera knows she can stop him at any point, one hand wrapping around his arm firmly as lips part in mild shock. She expects retaliation, pain, something to show his need for control of the situation. Instead, she feels his lips upon her skin, along her throat. A soft hum escapes her as eyelids flutter shut. ❝ Is this what you want? Is this what you desire? Or do you think this will put me in my place? 𝚃𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕? ❞