*Explicit Content ahead - Proceed with caution!*

Author's Note: Thank you, dear readers, for enjoying Part 1! I hope you enjoy this as well. I expanded this to include smut because I have never written smut before and I wanted feedback on whether I got it terribly wrong or right. So, if you'd be willing, I'd appreciate it if you can leave some feedback on where I could make improvements.


Part 2

Jaime slowly came to awareness, but he refused to stir. He wondered for a moment what may have caused him to wake until he felt fingers gently combing through his hair, which then trailed down his face. It took everything in him not give away his wakefulness.

After Brienne had thrown him out of her bed, she immediately took pity on him and helped him back into it. However, his fumbling had reminded her of his leg once more and that had been enough to stir her yet again and disappear for supplies to take care of it, despite his protestations. He was not unfamiliar with sword slices and that they needed tended to, but he rather doubted they had the supplies available for such a small cut.

He'd drifted off to sleep in the time it took for Brienne to scrounge up her supplies and she'd been forced to shake him awake much to his annoyance. She forced him to sit in one chair and rest his foot on the other chair, then she sliced away the fabric of his pant leg with a knife. Using the empty chamber pot as a basin, she poured the boiled wine over the cut, fiercely cleaning the wound. She stuck her knife over a flame briefly and began cutting away the dead skin. Jaime had had a lot of wounds in his time, but there was nothing gentle about her ministrations and he came close to trying to leave. When he tried to pull away, she held him in place, but she did soften the cleaning to make it less painful. The stitching job was rough and quick, but Jaime was not unfamiliar with stitching and bore it without complaint.

Among the supplies she brought back was a fresh change of clothes for the both of them, so when she was done with the stitching, she slapped a change of clothes to his chest then quickly changed into her own on the other side of the room. He had considered coaxing her to help him, but felt his dignity had suffered enough for the day and stripped himself of the rest of his clothes with no fuss and put on the clean ones. He sighed at the way the soft fabric felt on his skin after ridding himself of his shirt and trousers caked with blood.

He climbed into bed and was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Now awake, he lie there as Brienne lightly brushed face and he wondered briefly if still had gore clinging to his skin which might explain her exploration. Despite the rest, his exhaustion still lay heavy over him like a blanket and he wanted nothing more than to continue lying there. He gave an involuntary twitch and immediately felt Brienne's hand retreat.

"No," he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

"Jaime, it's alright," he heard her soft, soothing voice reach him but he still kept shaking his head.

Determined to keep his eyes close, he reached over, feeling along her side until he found her hand once more and brought it back to his face.

"Jaime," Brienne hissed more urgently. "Jaime, you're asleep. You don't...I'm not...I'm not - "

"Don't say it," Jaime said, finally snapping his eyes open to look Brienne in the eye. "I know I'm with you." He raised the back of her hand and planted a chaste kiss on it.

She was staring at him with wide eyes. In the dim light of the fire, he could see her eyes tracing his face looking for the lie.

"But...you love her."

"I did love her. But not anymore. She is not the woman I fell in love with, if she ever was," he admitted, feeling a deep regret as he thought back to all of the atrocities Cersei had committed in the name of power. And to which he had abetted by staying by her side for so long. He would never not regret turning his back on King's Landing upon seeing the plume of smoke where the Sept of Baelor had once stood.

"It's not your fault," Brienne whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek.

"Isn't it though?"

"She made her own choices and you've made yours. You're here now. That's what matters," she said softly.

He quirked his lips into a smile. "I suppose it is. I never thought I'd find myself in bed with another beautiful woman."

At that, her smile dropped like a stone and she turned to stare at the ceiling in what he thought must be anger. "Don't lie, Ser Jaime. I know I'm not beautiful. Not like...her."

He blinked at her and stared in astonishment. "I may have been half dead from exhaustion, but I certainly recall what we were doing earlier today." Even in the low light he could see her blush. "It was daylight. There was no mistaking whom I was kissing. I'm missing a hand, but I'm not blind."

She gasped as he flung his stump around her and pulled her closer and he nuzzled her. "I'll prove it to you." He hovered over her and said, "Just tell me when to stop." Then he softly pressed his lips to hers.

Unlike before, she responded immediately. At first the kisses were soft and yearning, but as they continued, it became a battle - a duel. How appropriate, he mused, smiling as he tilted his head and continued to explore her mouth.

Once again, he threw his legs over her hip and twisted so that she lay underneath him. He then started on his journey, peppering her face with kisses. He stopped only briefly to check if she was okay. Her eyes were wild and her chest heaved with quick breathes.

He heard her whine which then morphed into throaty, "Jaime."

He gave her a self-satisfied smirk and continued planting kisses and nibbling at her jawline. She gasped and dug her hands into the bed, bucking underneath him. He groaned at the contact and slipped his hand under her shirt, reaching up to cup a breast.

She cried out in bewilderment when he sat back, but he was only pulling at his shirt to take it off. Then she sat up and helped him out of his shirt and he in turn pulled at the strings of her shirt to lay her chest bear. He cupped her breast again, fondling it gently and taking the time to admire it. Her mannerisms, the way she bore herself, and the armor she bore were all so stiff and unyielding and yet she as just as soft as any woman once the clothes were peeled away. But there was no mistaking the bruises decorating her torso, the worst of which was the one on her ribs. He saw a dozen cuts and the lingering scars left by the bear claws on her shoulder. When his eyes drifted to hers again, the excitement was bleeding away and he could see a shyness and vulnerability creeping up on her, like she expected him to leap away and leave her bereft once more.

"I'm just admiring the Seven's handiwork," he said.

"So am I," she replied and reached out hand to drag her fingers through the curls on his chest.

He gave her a cocky grin and then he once again settled down, chest to chest and delved into her mouth until he heard her sigh contentedly and he moved back down to her breasts. As he fondled the one, he turned his attention to the other, nipping, nibbling, and swirling his tongue around her nipple. She bucked once more and he groaned, enjoying the friction on his hardening cock.

Satisfied with his work, he slid down once more peppering her stomach with more feather light kisses that caused her to shiver. He stopped at the top of her trousers and then peaked up at her. "Shall I continue?"

There was only a small moment of hesitation, before Brienne nodded enthusiastically. "B-but what about you?"

"There is still time for that," he replied cheekily. "Ladies first."

She huffed which only made him chuckle harder, but then he moved to untying her trousers. Once they were untied, he moved to his own. Much to his frustration, he had to get off the bed so that he could step out of them more easily, then he worked on hers. He tried slipping them off himself, but he could barely get it down one of her legs, so she was forced to sit up and slide them off.

Brienne's face was flaming as he repositioned himself on top of her again. She still had silken underwear, but he hadn't had any underclothes and he could see her eyes straying to his cock with a mixture of curiosity and uneasiness on her face.

"In due time, Ser," he said and began peeling away her underclothes. Her legs were endless much to his delight and the moment the underwear was free, he tossed it over his shoulder without a second glance. He could smell her wetness before he even touched it, which made him sigh in desire. He couldn't see much in the darkness, just a thatch of blonde curls. He was practice though and found her opening. When he stuck a finger in, it slid in easily which made him groan. "Already so wet for me. I'm flattered."

Brienne looked ready for a retort, then threw her head back in ecstasy, writhing on the sheets once more as he flexed his finger and worked her inside, slipping in and out of her with ease. Then he added a second finger and moaned at her slick tightness that squeezed his fingers. He struggled to restrain himself as she pushed eagerly against his hand and fingers. Keeping his fingers where they were he pulled himself to kiss again, grinding himself against her.

She gasped. "I-I need...please, Jaime!"

He sat back to catch his breath, groaning and extracted his fingers. They glistened in the firelight and he took a moment to lie beside her to coat his cock in her juices

Brienne sat up and glanced from his face to his cock. "It's my turn now, right?"

He laughed dryly. "I'm not sure I can last much longer."

"But you've not been pleasured at all!"

Jaime raised his eyebrows at her. "You have been my pleasure. I don't need more than that."

She frowned. "May I?" Her hand hovered ready to grab his cock.

"Gently, Ser. It's not as unwieldy as a real sword."

She rolled her eyes and slapped him lightly in the chest, but then reached for his cock. He felt his eyes roll back into his head. Cersei's hands were ladies hands: dainty, soft like silk, demanding, but always gentle. Brienne's were large and worn, the calluses from her training gave her flesh a rough texture that caused lights to go off in his eyes.

"Oh, Gods, Brienne."

She only gave him a few loose strokes before he had to snatch her hand away.

"Was that good?" He had never seen her so uncertain as she beseeched him.

"Do anymore of that and you're apt to be disappointed," he croaked, connecting for yet another searing kiss. When he straddled her again, it was with some hesitation. "Are you sure you want me to continue?"

"I trust you," she said.

Jaime stared. How? How is it that this woman has that much faith in me? He doubted even Tyrion had that much faith in him, especially after he confessed to the Tysha incident. She was a far better person than he could possibly salvage of himself at this point.

Brienne noticed the hesitation on his face and she grabbed him in a kiss, which he returned. "You are a good man. You would never hurt me. I'm sure of that."

He gave her a crooked smile. "I hope I don't disappoint." He guided his cock to her entrance and slowly slipped in. Brienne groaned as he filled her, but he could do little more than gasp. Her tight warmth was enveloping him in such pleasure that he had to take a few moments to regain control of himself before he spilled with the first stroke. She kept squeezing as she adjusted to accommodate him, which forced him to bite his own lip savagely in an effort to maintain control. He wouldn't be surprised at all if he tasted blood on his tongue.

"Are you ready?" He grunted.

She nodded. Even laying still, she was making mewling whimpers, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open in her pleasure. He bent down for a kiss to ground himself back on Earth from where his mind had been soaring in the heavens.

Slowly, he began moving. He studied her face carefully for any sign of discomfort, but all he could discern was pure bliss and he eventually allowed himself to sink into the pleasure that they were creating together.

He nipped and nibbled at her neck. She gasped and groaned in response. Her hands were restless as she struggled to find a purchase. They slid up his back until they tangled in his hair and pulled him to her face once more to place her own kisses wherever she could reach. His stump remained behind her back and he moved his left hand down once more to pleasure her clit, which caused her to yelp

"Jaime, Jaime, Jaime." She chanted aloud.

His heart was pounding and his shoulders ached with tension. She seemed close, so close as he did his best to bring her over the edge. He seized and groaned in both pleasure and disappointment as he felt himself empty inside of her. Once he was milked dry, he collapsed against her, feeling as languid as a cat.

They took a moment to catch their breath and then Brienne grabbed his face once more and kissed him softly.

"Thank you."

He actually felt the heat rising in his cheeks and he prayed to the Gods, both old and new, that she couldn't see his embarrassment.

"I understand what you mean now."


"You said you only felt truly alive when you were fighting or fucking. If all fucking is like that…" She shuddered and he gritted his teeth at sensation he felt through his cock.

"Fucking is usually better than that."

"Better? How?"

He rolled off her back onto his side of the bed and scowled at the ceiling. "You didn't come. I should've done more to pleasure you."

She stared at him for a moment, incredulous, and then erupted into a fit of giggles.

"Yes, laugh at my failure."

"Don't be ridiculous, Jaime. I can't imagine anything better than that."

He narrowed his eyes. "Oh, you will. I swear it."

She returned the smile, the challenge shining in her eyes. "I look forward to it."