A/N A very short chapter, I know, but it follows straight on from the last one, but I felt they needed to be separated. I don't have any more chapters pre-written, and I'm still working on editing this story, so updates are probably going to be slower from now on. But, I am in the process of writing a oneshot based on s6 ep8, "No-One", which, naturally is Brienne/Jaime centred, which I hope to upload soon.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the smut that is this chapter.

Their lips brushed against one another's, and it felt as good as the first time. She accepted him. The kiss was gentle, her soft lips moving against his, tugging his lower lip impatiently. He liked this new-found confidence she had. He let her trace his lips and slip her tongue inside his mouth. He allowed her to explore him, take charge. She was no longer an innocent maiden, she was a mother. A woman.

Tentatively she allowed her tongue to move against his. At times like this, she really did believe him when he said he loved her. How could he be this gentle if he didn't really care about her? For the first time, she sought her own pleasure, moving her tongue against his. She needed to believe him. She needed him inside her, to feel the climax she had been denied for so long. It was his fault she had had to wait for this.

She lay back on the bed, grasping his face in her hands as she did so. She wouldn't allow him to break contact. He knelt over her, using his hand to slide her skirts up her legs. He soon revealed her smallclothes, which he struggled to pull down while kissing her.

He broke the kiss, taking deep breaths for air as he used both hand and stump to pull her smallclothes to her knees. She lifted her hips to help, but only so she could have his lips back.

He was hard for her again, but he wanted her in a different way. The way lords and ladies fucked was all well and good, but there were other ways for his wench to learn about. She was no lady, and he was no lord.

She moved to pull him closer again.

"No!" he growled in response. He flipped her over, so that he was lying beneath her. He guided her to kneel over his cock, her skirts pooling over his stomach. He should have taken her dress off, but it made no matter.

He sat up, his hand winding into her dress, looking for her warm folds. He stroked her outside, rolling her soft flesh between his fingers. His mouth latched onto her neck, nibbling a little harder than he'd dared before, sucking hard enough to leave a little trail of bruises along her skin. She was his, and he planned to claim her properly.

One finger brushed her slit and slipped inside. It felt good to have him inside her again, even if it was only a finger. He moved it a little, finding a sweet spot that forced all her questions out of her mind. There was only him now.

She was so wet. Wet from a need built in her earlier, but so far unsatisfied. Wet from a need rising in her now, which would soon be fulfilled. He couldn't wait much longer. His cock throbbed as he pleasured her and he sunk back into the bed, his hand and stump on her waist, guiding her slit over his tip.

She knelt down over him, the head sliding into her easily. It felt strange, to be atop him. His manhood seemed to reach different places inside of her to when she lay under him. It felt good. Better than good. Her hips rose instinctively, sliding his length in and out of her. She didn't know if it was right, but it made her moan a little as she increased her pace.

Her instinct was perfect, and the feel of her cunt around his cock was amazing. His hips bucked up to meet hers, hitting a place deep inside her making her moan loudly. She sounded amazing in her pleasure. Her pace quickened, their hips meeting and parting ever more briefly. A need for release built fast within him, and he was so close to the edge. One more thrust, two. He should have lasted longer, but it had been a long time since he had been with a woman. He spilled his seed inside her violently, her hips bucking against his groin as she sought her own release. She found it moments after he did, with the added sensation of his seed forcing its way inside her. Her screams were loud enough to wake the whole castle, but neither of them cared. This was right. Allowed and approved of by all laws of gods and men. One of the only things he had ever done by the laws of gods.

She reached her pleasure with grunts that she would later be embarrassed to make. He felt better than she remembered, his manhood reached deep into her core. Her hips bucked without her moving them and she was brought crashing back into reality as her pleasure subsided. It felt strange to sit atop him, controlling how he moved and what he did. Her hips bucked a few more times, and his arms went to her shoulders, encouraging her to move off of him.

She lay beside him on her back, her warmth flowing into him. It made him feel alive, fighting and fucking. She made him feel alive. He would be happy to fight and fuck her for the rest of his life. He was away from everything he had ever hated. The politics and back-stabbing of King's Landing. The expectation and responsibility of Casterly Rock. Now, he could be lord over a little island in the middle of nowhere, with just a handful of smallfolk to care for.

His wife was panting next to him. Her ragged breaths were the only sound; the candles he had lit earlier burning low in their holders.

"I love you," he whispered, capturing her lips in an uncharacteristically sweet kiss. He was hers. Until his last day, he would be hers. And every day until his last, he would remind her of just how much he meant it.

A/N I hope you enjoyed. If you did, I would really appreciate a review.