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There was only one room, that was fine for Brienne, there was no way in the seven hells she would be tempted by Ser Jaime Lannister, and he had all but stated that he wasn’t interested. Everything would be fine.
That was what she thought until she discovered that there was only to be one bath too. She felt like an idiot for not realising it before the fact, one room would equate to one bath. It was very simple to work out.
Yet, neither of them had realised until the copper bath had been bought into their room. Both of them watched silently with absent minded horror until the innkeeper left the room, bidding them, the happy couple, a good night.
Brienne knew on some level that having a bath with Ser Jaime was something they had done before, but this felt more intimate, plus they would be closer together. Their bodies would be pressing close to one another, would they be facing one another, or would Jaime be behind her. Brienne wouldn’t mind either way, it would feel good no matter what. Her insides started tingling and she felt the telltale warmth start to spread through her.
“How about you bathe first, and I bathe after?” Jaime’s voice interrupted her thought process, eliciting a slight blush from her as she hastily banished her thoughts.
“It will be cold before you even get in,” Brienne said, practically. She tested the water with her fingers dancing along the surface, it was the perfect temperature. “We can bathe together, it is no trouble.” Brienne was hoping to persuade him to join her, she readied arguments on her tongue, she’d rather bathe with him than alone.
“As you wish,” Jaime said, causing her to startle, her hand slipping fully into the warm water, slopping a little of the liquid onto the floor. “Careful, wench. Save some water for when we actually get in.”
Brienne withdrew her hand from the water, her brain shorting and wondering how she had convinced Jaime to bathe with her without even having to convince him. It made no sense, none at all, unless he was somehow interested in her. Mayhaps that was the case, or mayhaps it was because he was tired of being covered in the dirt or grime of a few days' travel, that was far more likely, and made the most sense.
“For one to bathe, one needs to get undressed,” Jaime said, reminding Brienne to move. She glanced at him, and saw that he was already shirtless, with his one hand he took longer than most to divest himself of his clothing. Her eyes roved his chest, causing another blush to appear on her face.
She turned her face downwards, hiding it from his view, and covered the motion by starting to undress herself, “I was...There was...Of course, I will get undressed.” Her words came out all jumbled, mayhaps getting in the bath together was a bad idea. If she couldn’t even look at his chest without blushing like the maiden herself. She focused on her clothing only, and nothing else, this had to be done.
Brienne heard a deep moan, accompanied by the sloshing sound of water, Jaime had already gotten into the bath and she hadn’t even removed her shirt. This was a disaster, Jaime was going to get a show.
She removed all of her clothes as quickly as possible, she needed to sink into the water to be hidden. Brienne tried to remove it with grace and poise, lingering and hesitating in all the right places. Once all of her clothing was removed her gaze roamed to the bath and Ser Jaime was leant against the back of one end of the tub, his arms along either side, and his head back, facing the roof. And to Brienne’s chagrin he had his eyes closed.
With more force than necessary she stepped into the bath, not caring if she distrurbed him, she sat on the other side to him, and she too leaned back, like there wasn’t a problem in the world that they were sharing a bath. Her foot catches on his leg when she sits down, causing her to draw it up and into herself.
“So, the wench wants to play rough does she?” Brienne heard Jaime question, and it drew her eyes to his, they were looking straight at each other while sitting at opposite ends of the bathtub.
“Boys have been knocking me into the dirt and I them for as long as I can remember. I can handle a little bit of roughness,” Brienne snaps back at him, automatically. Her mind going to violence and not to sex.
“Is that so?” Jaime questions, his voice taking on a different tone to usual.
“We’ve been travelling together for months now. If you don’t know by now then you’ll never know,” Brienne said, still oblivious that Jaime was talking about something totally different to her.
“I’ve never had the pleasure,” Jaime said, lingering on the world pleasure, his foot moving along her calf.
It was then that she went beet red.
Jaime’s goot retreated and his laugh seemed to light up the whole room. “It’s far too easy to rile you up, Brienne.”
Brienne did not relish the fact that his foot had removed itself from her person, and did not pluck up the courage to ask for more or to say that she liked what was happening, nor did she say how her lower stomach was tingling with need.
All too soon the bath was over, Jaime left first, leaving her to it. Leaving her wanting. She then spent the next few minutes trying to be quiet, pleasuring herself. Her fingers slipped into the water, gliding down her front to the place where she needed them most, she danced them around her opening, carefully turning her head to where Jaime lay in bed.
Only when she ascertained that he was still did she slip a finger inside herself, forcing a moan out of her, though she tired to cover it up with a coughing sound. Her eyes snapped to Jaime, finger still inside of her, the friction when she turned her body was delicious, and the relief that accompanied it upon seeing Jaime had not moved was enough for her to finish.
She had not managed to cum like that before, and attributed it to Jaime himself, and the tabooness of doing it while in the room with him.
Brienne had assumed that he was sleeping that night, but he hadn’t been.
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Months Later
When Brienne lowered herself into the water of the river, an involuntary shiver overcame her, the water was colder than expected, she kept her gaze on the shoreline though, on the lookout for possible intruders. There could never be too many eyes on watch. Despite the bitter coldness of the Northern water, it provided an almost instant relief, and she was used to it, before she met Jaime, she would bathe in whatever water body she could find. Any time of day or night, whatever the weather conditions. Sometimes, a barely there, slightly muddied puddle would do, it would be enough to splash on her face at least. Actually getting undressed to her smallclothes, and bathing was a rarity and a commodity. An unnecessary risk.
Travelling alone, that was to say, although some would argue that travelling alone was a risk in and of itself. Brienne would only ever do it when she was certain that no one was around. Brigands were quite abundant wherever one was to tread on Westeros. There were times when she made enough coin to pay for a room in an inn, this along with a warm bath would appease her aching muscles. Though, being at an inn brought on more problems too, as it meant one was more likely to be found, inns were the first place people looked for people who were travelling, and they were also a harbour for gossip of all kinds to spread. It was all too easy for one to recognise a person, as she had found out. Brienne had also found out that it was even easier for two people to be recognised than one. That was just the way of things.
Staying in inns was one of the reasons she had been given the moniker the kingslayers whore. She couldn’t help but grin at that thought, the rumours - they were all true. Brienne once again glanced to the shore for unwanted intruders, and her grin widened when she found there were none.
It was then that she could relax fully, as Brienne sunk deeper into the water, fully immersing herself she began to think of a different bathing experience, one which had opened her eyes to new and different experiences. Her hand began to drift downwards, lightly touching her belly, heading towards her nether regions, as she remembered what had happened in the inn that night.
The figure on the side of the beach, appreciating every moment of it, his wench had gotten more and more confident in herself. And he loved this side of her. He would always stand watch on the shoreline, his wench giving him a show first, then he would give her a show. Tit for tat.
They would only share a bath together when they were at an Inn, that was the only place that was safe enough for them to do so. And, Jaime would always tease Brienne about that night.