Update Chapter 9: His Brother’s Keeper
Jaime Lannister is carrying me to my bedroom. Jaime Lannister just saw me…oh gods just heard me and felt me…groan and shake and fall to pieces in his arms, and I feel…
Happy?
Relieved?
Ridiculously relaxed to the point that my joints feel unhinged and I can barely muster the energy to stretch, all sweaty and sated and…
Sexy?
Brienne was giggling as he tossed her onto the bed, the sound splintering into shaking gasps of joy as she bounced on the mattress. Jaime leaned just inside the door, his own laughter rolling around the bedroom as he loosened his tie, hanging it carelessly on her doorknob.
I hope he leaves it.
A silky bit of Jaime that she could carry with her, run her fingers over, smell him around her neck.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, eyes darkening with lust, the quirk of a smile pulling at his lips, and Brienne found it odd that amusement and want could so easily coexist in his features. The same emotions filled her chest, and she felt ready to explode in either a fit of laughter or a gut wrenching moan, grinning and clenching her thighs. She whined at the tiny release of pleasure before the throbbing started anew.
Jaime pulled off his shirt and threw it over a chair, was working at his belt and kicking off his shoes at the same time, never looking away as she sprawled on the bed, shaking with shallow pants.
Brienne had never seen his bare chest, letting her gaze linger over the firm muscles, the blond fuzz coating him from collarbone to waist before drawing into a line and sinking below his waistband. Her fingers twitched, and she tugged at her lip, suddenly aching to be closer to him, to tangle her hands in the coarse texture. Tongue tracing her teeth as she imagined sucking at the tender skin of his nipples, wondering if he would sigh and sway into her touch.
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