The pale winter sunlight crept through the windows of Winterfell's chamber, casting a gentle glow on Brienne's sleeping form. Jaime lay on his side, his golden hand discarded on the nearby table, watching her with a mixture of wonder and desire that he'd never expected to feel for the Maid of Tarth - well, no longer a maid, he thought with a smirk. Her usually stern features had softened in sleep, the worry lines smoothed away from her broad forehead. Her short blonde hair was tousled against the pillow, and her full lips were slightly parted. The freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks seemed to dance in the morning light. Without her usual guarded expression, she looked almost delicate, despite her warrior's frame.
"Who would have thought," he whispered, reaching out to trace a finger along her jaw, "that you'd be hiding such beauty beneath all that armour?" The touch made her stir. Her remarkable blue eyes fluttered open, immediately widening as she remembered where she was and who she was with. A deep blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck, disappearing beneath the furs.
"Ser Jaime," she breathed, pulling the covers higher.
He chuckled, "After last night, I think we can dispense with the formalities, don't you?"
"I... I suppose we can," she replied, her voice husky from sleep. Her hand emerged from beneath the furs to touch her kiss-swollen lips, as if confirming this wasn't a dream.
"You're thinking too much, woman," Jaime murmured, sliding closer. "I can hear the wheels turning in that honourable head of yours."
"And you're not thinking enough," she countered, but there was no bite in her words. Her eyes travelled to the scars on his chest, visible above the furs, and her expression softened. "Was it... was I..."
"If you're about to ask if you were adequate, I might have to silence you with more pleasant activities," he threatened playfully, running his hand down her arm. "You were magnificent, Brienne. Every inch the warrior, even in this particular battle."
She huffed out a laugh, surprising them both. "You make everything sound like a fight."
"Isn't it? The sweetest kind of combat," he purred, leaning in to nip at her ear. "Though I must say, your surrender was quite... memorable."
"Jaime!" she gasped, scandalized yet pleased.
He pulled back to look at her face again, his expression growing serious. "Do you regret it?"
Brienne met his gaze steadily, her initial shyness giving way to that familiar determination he'd grown to love. "No," she said firmly. "Do you?" Instead of answering, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hand tangling in her hair. When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead against hers.
"The only thing I regret," he whispered, "is not doing this sooner."
She smiled then, a rare, radiant expression that transformed her face entirely. "We have time now," she said softly.
"Yes," he agreed, trailing kisses down her neck, "we do. And I intend to make the most of it."
Jaime's kisses grew more insistent as his hand explored the taut muscles of her abdomen, marvelling at the contrast between her warrior's strength and the unexpected silkiness of her skin.
"These Northern hot springs," he murmured against her throat, "have worked wonders on you. So soft..." His fingers traced lazy circles around her navel, making her shiver.
"The waters here are different from Tarth," Brienne gasped as his hand drifted lower. "Warmer... deeper..."
"Like you," he growled, nipping at her collarbone. His remaining hand slid down to grip her hip, fingers digging into the firm flesh. "Gods, Brienne, do you know how long I've wanted this? Watching you train in the yard, all power and grace..."
She arched into his touch, her usual self-consciousness forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Tell me," she breathed, running her calloused hands down his back.
"Every time we sparred," he continued, his voice rough with desire, "every time you'd pin me down... I'd imagine this instead. Imagine making you lose that famous control." His mouth found her breast, tongue circling the hardened peak as she moaned.
"Jaime..." Her fingers tangled in his golden hair, pulling him closer. "Please..."
He lifted his head, green eyes dark with want. "Please what, my lady? Tell me what you need."
"I... I need..." she struggled, still unused to voicing such desires.
"Show me then," he challenged, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. "You're the better warrior now, remember? Take command." Brienne's eyes widened, but that familiar competitive spark he so loved flickered across her face. She straddled him, powerful thighs gripping his hips, and bent to capture his mouth in a fierce kiss. Her muscular thighs trembled as she positioned herself above him, still tender from the previous night. Jaime's thick cock pressed against her wet entrance as she hesitated, unsure how to proceed.
"Like this," he growled, his good hand steadying her hip. "Take your time, woman."
Brienne bit her lip, slowly lowering herself. Her eyes widened as she felt him stretching her. "Gods, Jaime..."
"That's it," he encouraged, watching her face intently. "You're doing so well..." She sank down another inch, gasping at the fullness. Her inexperienced movements were awkward but eager as she tried to find the right angle. Jaime's hand guided her gently, helping her adjust.
"Fuck," he groaned as she took him deeper. "You're so tight, so perfect..."
"Oh gods," Brienne whimpered as she finally took him to the hilt, her powerful thighs quivering. Her tight walls clenched around his thick length, making them both moan loudly.
"Stay still," Jaime commanded through gritted teeth, his hand gripping her hip harder. "Just... feel me inside you." She nodded, panting, her blue eyes locked with his green ones. Her inexperienced muscles fluttered around him involuntarily, making his cock twitch inside her.
"Jaime," she gasped, "it's so... you're so..."
"I know," he growled. "Start moving when you're ready. Find your rhythm."
Brienne experimentally rolled her hips, drawing a deep groan from both of them. "Like... like this?"
"Yes," he hissed, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Just like that. Ride me, warrior." She began moving more confidently, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down. Her strong thighs flexed with each movement, her warrior's stamina serving her well as she found a steady pace.
"Fuck, look at you," Jaime moaned, his hand sliding up to cup her breast. "Taking my cock so well... who would've thought the Maid of Tarth could fuck like this?" Her face flushed at his words, but her movements grew bolder. She leaned forward, changing the angle, and cried out as he hit a spot deep inside her.
"There?" he asked with a knowing smirk, thrusting up to meet her.
"Yes!" she gasped, her rhythm faltering. "Jaime, please..."
"Keep going," Jaime urged, his calloused hand moving to cup her small, firm breast. His thumb circled her pink nipple slowly, drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips. The hardened peak tightened further under his touch as he rolled it gently between his fingers.
"They're... they're so small," Brienne whispered self-consciously, her rhythm stuttering.
"They're perfect," he growled, pinching the sensitive bud just hard enough to make her cry out and clench around him. "So responsive... so sensitive..." His hand moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention while his stump pressed firmly against her muscular thigh. Her head fell back as he continued his tender exploration, memorizing every reaction. When he leaned up to replace his fingers with his hot mouth, she nearly screamed.
"Jaime!" she gasped, her hips jerking erratically as his tongue flicked across her hardened peak. "Oh gods..."
"Gods, yes," Jaime groaned against her breast as Brienne rolled her hips more urgently, her powerful thighs trembling with effort. Her inexperienced movements grew more desperate as she chased her pleasure, grinding down hard on his thick length.
"I... I need..." she panted, her rhythm growing erratic. Her walls clenched tighter around him with each movement.
"I've got you," he promised, his good hand sliding down to grip her hip, helping guide her motions. "Like this..." He showed her how to circle her hips, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her gasp.
"Jaime!" she cried out as he thrust up to meet her desperate grinding. Her short blonde hair was damp with sweat, her pale skin flushed pink with exertion.
"You're close," he growled, feeling her inner walls beginning to pulse. "I can feel it. Don't hold back." She moved faster, harder, her powerful body taking what it needed from him. Her usually stoic face was transformed by pleasure, her blue eyes wild and unfocused.
"Please," she begged, not even knowing what she was asking for. "Please, Jaime..." His skilled thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it with firm, knowing pressure. Brienne's entire body went rigid, her powerful thighs clamping around his hips as pleasure exploded through her core.
"JAIME!" she screamed, her head thrown back, her walls clenching rhythmically around his cock. Her whole body shuddered violently as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
"That's it," he growled, watching her come undone. "Let go for me, my warrior." Her inner muscles spasmed wildly, milking his length as she rode out her climax. Broken sounds fell from her lips - gasps and moans unlike anything her usual controlled demeanour would allow. Her fingers dug into his chest as she tried to anchor herself through the overwhelming sensations.
"Gods... gods..." she whimpered, her body still trembling as aftershocks rippled through her. Her tight walls continued to pulse around him, drawing out her pleasure. Jaime's hand moved to cup her face, thumb brushing her cheek as she slowly came back to herself. Her blue eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with satisfaction.
"Beautiful," he murmured, watching her catch her breath. "So fucking beautiful when you lose control like that." Eager for his own release he moved his hips more insistently.
"Gods, Brienne," Jaime groaned, his hips snapping up in short, desperate thrusts. Her walls were still fluttering around him from her own release as he chased his peak. "Take it," he growled, his good hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "Take all of me..." His cock pulsed violently as he erupted deep inside her, filling her with hot spurts. His entire body tensed, muscles straining as pleasure ripped through him. Each wave of his release triggered another aftershock in her sensitive core, making her gasp and clench around him.
"Fuck... fuck..." he panted, continuing to thrust weakly through his climax. His green eyes were dark and wild as he marked her as his own, claiming her completely. When the last tremors subsided, he pulled her down against his chest, both of them sweaty and breathless. His softening cock remained buried inside her as they caught their breath.
"Mine," he murmured into her hair, his hand stroking lazily down her back. "My magnificent warrior woman." Brienne nuzzled into his neck, too spent for words. The morning sun had climbed higher, casting a golden glow across their tangled bodies.