ASoIaF kink meme
There seems to be interest in a kink meme so it's time for another one!
How it works1. Anonymously request a pairing/threesome/moresome(het, slash, and femslash are all welcome), plus a kink. Any and all kinks are welcome. One request per comment ( Read more... )
How it works1. Anonymously request a pairing/threesome/moresome(het, slash, and femslash are all welcome), plus a kink. Any and all kinks are welcome. One request per comment ( Read more... )
But dreams are dogged, as Brienne well knows by now, and they refuse to disappear at her behest. Fingering herself before she falls into an exhausted sleep is no longer enough to let her forget about her reveries for the rest of the time. When she wakes in the morning, she only remembers disjointed moments from her dreams, tumbled together, but they suffice to make her blush: Jaime’s hoarse whisper as she bends down to nip at a fresh scar on his thigh - the hair around his loins as golden as the locks on his head - his blistered hand closing her fingers around his hard member - the break in his voice when he says, “I dreamed of you.”
On that day, when the fragments in her mind taunt her, Brienne realizes, to her utter horror, that she cannot focus on anything else. She is as clumsy at every task as a new squire, dropping her saddle, showing up late for sentry duty, cutting her own thumb while she sharpens her blade. The cut on her finger is still throbbing as Jaime waits for her in the lonely woodlands clearing, like most nights. ‘Dancing lessons’, he calls their time together, the only dance he will ask her to, but tonight, her heart is not in it.
It takes him all of three minutes, mayhap five, to send her raised sword flying out of her hand. His own blunt blade sneaks in to leave a shallow gash on her forehead before he can lower it. A muffled curse escapes from Brienne’s lips, and Jaime looks at her quizzically, because she never swears. The ironic humour in his eyes gives way to concern as he notices the frustrated tears that she tries to suppress in vain.
“Is aught amiss, my lady?” he asks, and she wishes he would not be warm and kind. “I have never seen you lose a bout that fast. That wound is not grievous, I hope.”
He steps towards her and raises a hand to swipe some loose strands from her cheeks and get a closer look at the bleeding cut. It is now throbbing in time with the one on her hand, but Brienne pays no heed to the dull pain. Jaime is standing so close that his breath is mingling with hers, and the heat off his body warms her own, although he barely touches her. Only his fingers rest on her forehead, smeared with blood. She shivers.
“Have you caught a chill? Some pages took to bed with fever lately…,” he says, inanely. It appears to her, in the twilight, that his cheeks flush, too, but she could be mistaken. In a single moment, as wild and mad and impossible as any dream, she decides that she does not care. Shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut, she leans forward, just an inch or two, to press her lips to his. Jaime’s hand stills on her face, and she can feel the tension in his body, taut and rigid.
“Oh,” he mumbles, under her mouth.
She flinches back, as though preparing for a blow: It never comes. When Brienne opens her eyes again, her heart aching worse than every welt or wound or scar, there is no contempt in Jaime’s gaze, not even compassion. It is dark and clouded, and it takes her a little to recognize this expression for desire, before he presses her against the nearest tree, kissing her so hard that her lip splits open and she has to gently bite down on his tongue to make him stop.
The way he softly moans into her mouth is balm for her bruised heart, and the rough pressure of his thigh between hers soothes years of pain and loneliness and longing. There is still some shame for the eagerness with which she squeezes her breasts against his chest and thrusts her hips against his, but it is fading faster than any mark. She has broken so many of her oaths now, and perhaps this is the one that is least worth keeping.
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I love how you described Brienne's inner thoughts and conflicts, and then the ending, I admit I felt a bit apprehensive but instead it was lovely and ghh. That last line is perfect. I love this so much <3
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