ASOIAF KINK FOR KINK EXCHANGE - DAY 9
To: Lady L
From: ?
Title: One Flesh
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cersei/Jaime
Word Count: 1,462
Summary: When Cersei's pregnancy is announced, her twin requires a little reassurance.
"I'm with child," Cersei said coolly at breakfast. Jaime couldn't tell what startled Robert more - the news or the fact that his wife had acknowledged him. The young king and queen had hardly spoken all week, he knew, although Cersei wouldn't tell him why. She'd learned quickly enough that Robert's drunken cuffs were like to provoke a civil war if her twin found out, and so she hid her bruises from Jaime.
Which meant that he had been shunned along with the king for the past week. Otherwise she would have told him the news first, surely, and in private.
Unless, of course, the child was Robert's.
Standing by the door, Ser Jaime refrained from joining the round of congratulations. Cersei graciously accepted blessings from Jon Arryn and Varys, but it wasn't until her eyes met her twin's across the room that she smiled - a slow, warm, secret smile that sent a hot rush through his body. His doubts fled like peasant thieves from a well-armed knight.
Robert turned his attention to Jaime as well then, booming, "Uncle Kingslayer! I'd best hope the little tyke takes after his father, eh?" He laughed.
Jaime laughed too. The irony was so sweet is was hard not give them away. He thought of killing Robert at least a thousand times a day, but Cersei held him at bay with that smile.
"If the gods are just," Jaime answered.
It was another two days before Robert went far enough from the Red Keep that Cersei felt safe sending for Jaime. The first stars were just visible in the twilit sky when Jaime began his ascent of the White Sword Tower. It was his shift to sleep but when the queen's summons arrived he didn't even stop to change out of his kingsguard whites. The page was still speaking when Ser Jaime turned around and went straight past him.
A redcloak outside the Queen's chambers tried to salute him but Jaime had no time for him either, pushing open the doors and slamming them shut behind him. Candles flickered at his abrupt entrance. The air inside her rooms was warm and moist, and Cersei was just rising from her bath. Jaime watched the sinuous arch of her back disappear as she shrugged into a silky green robe, and then she turned and smiled and said his name.
Her face was flushed from the heat, her eyes soft and dark in the dim light. A few damp gold ringlets clung to her neck. Jaime crossed the distance between them before he could decide whether he would be gentle or just tear her robe away and bury himself inside her.
"Oh Jaime, you might have changed first," she said as Jaime crushed her against him. His armor must have felt cold and hard through the thin fabric of her robe but he didn't care. He pressed his face into her neck and kissed her goosebumps.
"You might have told me you were pregnant," he said into her skin. He felt her breasts rise and fall in a sigh and he drew back just enough to pull open the neckline of her robe.
"I only waited long enough to be sure it would last." She caught his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers as he filled his hands with her breasts. They felt heavier and firmer than usual, as round and smooth to the touch as her hips and buttocks. The thought made Jaime hard and he pushed her hands away from his face so that he could slide her robe over her shoulders. It hung by the waist sash and left her naked to the waist.
"I thought perhaps you were afraid to tell me you were carrying Robert's child," he said when their lips parted for a breath. He thought that would amuse her, or make her angry - he didn’t care which. Her green eyes narrowed a little, but her lips were parted with arousal, and she didn't protest when he yanked her sash free and let the robe pool at her feet. He pulled her hard against him again, liking the feel of her soft body yielding against his.
"Never," Cersei said tartly, reaching up to tear his white cloak from its clasps. It fell to the ground behind him and she went to work at the fastenings of his breastplate. By the time she had freed him of that Jaime was impatient. He backed her against a wall even as she pulled his tunic over his head, sinking to his knees when she threw the garment away.
He kissed the gentle curve of her belly as Cersei ruffled her fingers through his hair. "Our child, Jaime," she murmured, fingers trailing down to caress the side of his neck, the tops of his shoulders. "Yours and mine. I wouldn't want anyone's baby but yours. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours." She gasped a little when he dipped his head and kissed her between the legs. The skin there was feather-soft, and damp. Jaime reached up behind her and trailed one finger lightly down between the cleft of her buttocks, stroking her even as he began to tease her with his tongue - slow, wet, gentle sweeps that made her pull on his hair and press her hips forward.
Mine, Jaime thought, tasting her, and as ever, his twin read his mind. "Yours," she moaned again as he slid one finger inside her slick opening. "Oh yes, there, Jaime. There." He licked her faster as his finger began to move, nudging that sweet spot inside her that only he knew. Her body felt taut as a bowstring, quivering on the brink of climax, when suddenly she pushed his head away from her and sank to her knees.
Jaime leaned back on his arms, breath ragged as he watched her pull apart the lacings of his breeches, freeing his stiff member to the moist air. Her green eyes caught and held his as she lowered herself, breasts brushing against his legs, her back arched and her hips and thighs rising in a glory of curves. Jaime groaned in a mixture of relief and agony as her lips closed on him, her wet mouth sliding so slowly down his length and up again, her tongue circling the tip.
She watched him hungrily. Their faces were mirror images of desire and pleasure, and Jaime knew Cersei would find his arousal to be almost as intoxicating as her own. Sometimes watching her climax was enough to bring him to his own peak.
"Have you missed me?" he asked, because he couldn't help himself - because even in moments such as these he was plagued by the thought of Robert's brawny black-haired body covering his golden twin’s, using her, enjoying his rights.
Cersei stopped then, wrapping her hand around his cock as she straightened up and giving him a look that was almost tender. "You fool. Of course I've missed you. Do you think he makes me happy, that great stinking lout? It's you I want, always." Releasing him with her hand, she moved forward to straddle his lap, sinking down atop him with a soft sigh. Her fingers roamed his chest and torso as she began to ride him, tracing the lean muscles that strained against his skin when he rocked forward to meet her.
"My other half," she whispered against his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down Jaime's neck. "I wish you were inside me always." She took one of his hands and placed it on her belly as she thrust against him. "Now a part of you is. We made life together, Jaime."
Her breathy words and the sweet, tight, yielding wetness of her were driving Jaime mad. He got his legs under him and caught her by the thighs, hoisting her up as he stood. With her legs around his waist he pressed her back against the wall and began to thrust in earnest. He kissed her then, cutting off her sweet words and muffling her moans until her legs tightened suddenly around him and she cried out. Jaime buried his face between her breasts and with one final deep thrust he spent himself inside her as she crooned his name. Lightheaded, he sank to his knees, waves of pleasure robbing him of his strength.
Afterward, he lay on the floor still, watching his twin as she retied her silky robe. "Perhaps you'll have twins," he said offhandedly. Cersei gave him a sharp look. For a moment, he thought he saw something like guilt or worry cross her face. Then she rolled her beautiful eyes.
"Remind me to light a candle to the Mother tomorrow. One will be quite enough, I think."
From: ?
Title: One Flesh
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cersei/Jaime
Word Count: 1,462
Summary: When Cersei's pregnancy is announced, her twin requires a little reassurance.
"I'm with child," Cersei said coolly at breakfast. Jaime couldn't tell what startled Robert more - the news or the fact that his wife had acknowledged him. The young king and queen had hardly spoken all week, he knew, although Cersei wouldn't tell him why. She'd learned quickly enough that Robert's drunken cuffs were like to provoke a civil war if her twin found out, and so she hid her bruises from Jaime.
Which meant that he had been shunned along with the king for the past week. Otherwise she would have told him the news first, surely, and in private.
Unless, of course, the child was Robert's.
Standing by the door, Ser Jaime refrained from joining the round of congratulations. Cersei graciously accepted blessings from Jon Arryn and Varys, but it wasn't until her eyes met her twin's across the room that she smiled - a slow, warm, secret smile that sent a hot rush through his body. His doubts fled like peasant thieves from a well-armed knight.
Robert turned his attention to Jaime as well then, booming, "Uncle Kingslayer! I'd best hope the little tyke takes after his father, eh?" He laughed.
Jaime laughed too. The irony was so sweet is was hard not give them away. He thought of killing Robert at least a thousand times a day, but Cersei held him at bay with that smile.
"If the gods are just," Jaime answered.
It was another two days before Robert went far enough from the Red Keep that Cersei felt safe sending for Jaime. The first stars were just visible in the twilit sky when Jaime began his ascent of the White Sword Tower. It was his shift to sleep but when the queen's summons arrived he didn't even stop to change out of his kingsguard whites. The page was still speaking when Ser Jaime turned around and went straight past him.
A redcloak outside the Queen's chambers tried to salute him but Jaime had no time for him either, pushing open the doors and slamming them shut behind him. Candles flickered at his abrupt entrance. The air inside her rooms was warm and moist, and Cersei was just rising from her bath. Jaime watched the sinuous arch of her back disappear as she shrugged into a silky green robe, and then she turned and smiled and said his name.
Her face was flushed from the heat, her eyes soft and dark in the dim light. A few damp gold ringlets clung to her neck. Jaime crossed the distance between them before he could decide whether he would be gentle or just tear her robe away and bury himself inside her.
"Oh Jaime, you might have changed first," she said as Jaime crushed her against him. His armor must have felt cold and hard through the thin fabric of her robe but he didn't care. He pressed his face into her neck and kissed her goosebumps.
"You might have told me you were pregnant," he said into her skin. He felt her breasts rise and fall in a sigh and he drew back just enough to pull open the neckline of her robe.
"I only waited long enough to be sure it would last." She caught his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers as he filled his hands with her breasts. They felt heavier and firmer than usual, as round and smooth to the touch as her hips and buttocks. The thought made Jaime hard and he pushed her hands away from his face so that he could slide her robe over her shoulders. It hung by the waist sash and left her naked to the waist.
"I thought perhaps you were afraid to tell me you were carrying Robert's child," he said when their lips parted for a breath. He thought that would amuse her, or make her angry - he didn’t care which. Her green eyes narrowed a little, but her lips were parted with arousal, and she didn't protest when he yanked her sash free and let the robe pool at her feet. He pulled her hard against him again, liking the feel of her soft body yielding against his.
"Never," Cersei said tartly, reaching up to tear his white cloak from its clasps. It fell to the ground behind him and she went to work at the fastenings of his breastplate. By the time she had freed him of that Jaime was impatient. He backed her against a wall even as she pulled his tunic over his head, sinking to his knees when she threw the garment away.
He kissed the gentle curve of her belly as Cersei ruffled her fingers through his hair. "Our child, Jaime," she murmured, fingers trailing down to caress the side of his neck, the tops of his shoulders. "Yours and mine. I wouldn't want anyone's baby but yours. I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours." She gasped a little when he dipped his head and kissed her between the legs. The skin there was feather-soft, and damp. Jaime reached up behind her and trailed one finger lightly down between the cleft of her buttocks, stroking her even as he began to tease her with his tongue - slow, wet, gentle sweeps that made her pull on his hair and press her hips forward.
Mine, Jaime thought, tasting her, and as ever, his twin read his mind. "Yours," she moaned again as he slid one finger inside her slick opening. "Oh yes, there, Jaime. There." He licked her faster as his finger began to move, nudging that sweet spot inside her that only he knew. Her body felt taut as a bowstring, quivering on the brink of climax, when suddenly she pushed his head away from her and sank to her knees.
Jaime leaned back on his arms, breath ragged as he watched her pull apart the lacings of his breeches, freeing his stiff member to the moist air. Her green eyes caught and held his as she lowered herself, breasts brushing against his legs, her back arched and her hips and thighs rising in a glory of curves. Jaime groaned in a mixture of relief and agony as her lips closed on him, her wet mouth sliding so slowly down his length and up again, her tongue circling the tip.
She watched him hungrily. Their faces were mirror images of desire and pleasure, and Jaime knew Cersei would find his arousal to be almost as intoxicating as her own. Sometimes watching her climax was enough to bring him to his own peak.
"Have you missed me?" he asked, because he couldn't help himself - because even in moments such as these he was plagued by the thought of Robert's brawny black-haired body covering his golden twin’s, using her, enjoying his rights.
Cersei stopped then, wrapping her hand around his cock as she straightened up and giving him a look that was almost tender. "You fool. Of course I've missed you. Do you think he makes me happy, that great stinking lout? It's you I want, always." Releasing him with her hand, she moved forward to straddle his lap, sinking down atop him with a soft sigh. Her fingers roamed his chest and torso as she began to ride him, tracing the lean muscles that strained against his skin when he rocked forward to meet her.
"My other half," she whispered against his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down Jaime's neck. "I wish you were inside me always." She took one of his hands and placed it on her belly as she thrust against him. "Now a part of you is. We made life together, Jaime."
Her breathy words and the sweet, tight, yielding wetness of her were driving Jaime mad. He got his legs under him and caught her by the thighs, hoisting her up as he stood. With her legs around his waist he pressed her back against the wall and began to thrust in earnest. He kissed her then, cutting off her sweet words and muffling her moans until her legs tightened suddenly around him and she cried out. Jaime buried his face between her breasts and with one final deep thrust he spent himself inside her as she crooned his name. Lightheaded, he sank to his knees, waves of pleasure robbing him of his strength.
Afterward, he lay on the floor still, watching his twin as she retied her silky robe. "Perhaps you'll have twins," he said offhandedly. Cersei gave him a sharp look. For a moment, he thought he saw something like guilt or worry cross her face. Then she rolled her beautiful eyes.
"Remind me to light a candle to the Mother tomorrow. One will be quite enough, I think."