Reflection II Jaime & Cersei
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Fingers idly trail over the supple skin of her thighs beneath the water as she reclines back against his chest. Silence sits between them, the small room only permeated by the muffled sounds of music and laughter from the inn below.
The room had been a sweet idea, one which went unnoticed. Far enough away from the Keep that the smallfolk paid the Lannister twins no mind when they were not dressed in their finery and their golden hair was covered. He had bought it outright several moons ago and now, he found himself bringing Cersei there as often as he could.
It echoes of Eel Alley, the inn they would flee to as youths, to spend nights wrapped in one another without fear of being discovered. They could play at being young lovers and the notion still thrilled him even now.
He's already taken her twice since they had arrived an hour ago. Once against the door the moment they had closed it and once atop the small bunk. He was certain there would be more before the night was out.
He leans over the side of the tub in which they sit, having been filled for their arrival by one of the maids from the inn below. He reaches for one of the cups of wine, lifting it and offering it to his twin before seeking his own.
"It isn't the best," he murmurs, lips seeking the juncture of her neck in a delicate kiss. "But the quality of the wine is far from being my priority tonight."
