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Jaime's gaze dropped to her lips once more, his own hovering just above hers, just a breath away from claiming them. “My Queen is strong, isn’t she? How do you do it when you desire other things?” He whispered, his voice barely audible, his warmth mingling with hers.

His piercing eyes locked onto Cersei's, his gaze a mix of amusement and raw desire. “And what is it that you truly want, my queen?” He pulled her in closer. His other hand slid to the small of her back, pressing her against him. —

are you certain you’re ready to collect?”

He watched her mouth with open appreciation, then lifted his gaze back to her eyes, one golden brow arching. A soft click of his tongue followed, amused. “Impatient.” he whispered. “You always were terrible at waiting for your rewards. But tell me, sweet sister, —

His smile was slow and growing, the sort that had undone her a thousand times before. He didn’t move away when she took the grape, if anything, he moved in just enough that the space between them felt magnetic. —

resting upon fingertips, he was curious to see if she’d taste it or continue their game. “Claim your prize.”

Licking his lips, he’d brush them against her fingers. “I’m surprised you’ve held strong for this long, my Queen.” he teased, pulling away before meeting her face with a grape of his own within two fingers. A taste of her own practice thrown back to her. The fruit gently —

“Careless?” he said before taking the grape with just his tongue, rolling it between teeth before biting down. He swallowed and leaned closer. A soft laugh escaped him, breath warm, eyes bright with provocation. “Besides, you and I both know what you want.” —

“I find the knowing makes the waiting sweeter. And I’ve always been very good at savoring what’s placed before me.”

watching the true indulgence. “Well,” he spoke once he’d swallowed. “if you insist on feeding me, it would be rude not to appreciate the effort.” He leaned back an inch, just enough to make her chase the closeness. —

He inclined his head just enough to close the distance she’d offered, but no more, close enough to accept the pear from her fingers, his teeth catching it with deliberate care. He chewed unhurriedly, eyes never leaving hers, as if the fruit were an afterthought and the —

/ Not a guarantee but shows interest and I will reach out to further plot!

“As for distraction, you’re right. A table wouldn’t be necessary.” A corner of his mouth curled upward, slowly. “But you like this game. And so do I. .”

openly amused now. “You, for one. Always you. And battles I shouldn’t fight, vows I shouldn’t remember… and how much trouble a single smile from you can still cause.” His gaze held hers steadily, unapologetic, a glint of teasing daring her to look away first. —

He let out a soft, warm laugh as he leaned in again, this time not retreating from the closeness, merely claiming it instead. His hand lifted as if to gesture, then stopped short, hovering in the air between them. “In that beautiful mind?” he echoed, eyes bright, —

A hand rested upon his sword as he glanced toward @Windscarred. “You’re staring holes through the door,” he said lightly, shifting as his armor creaked. “If it doesn’t open soon, I’m kicking it in.”

/ A BRIENNE?!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔." ⠀⠀⠀

“are we meant to eat… or was this always about watching each other pretend we could? Because I can think of several other things that I’d rather do right now than eat. .”

Jaime leaned forward again, closing the distance with intention rather than haste. His eyes flicked briefly to her eyes, then her lips, unapologetic. “Real time.” He said, softer, almost amused. “Breakfast. Daylight. Bold of you.” “So,” he continued. —