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Brienne expected sword fights.
She expected judging glances, whispers, and maybe that occasional body lust.
She hadn’t expected someone, least of all, Jaime, to make a big deal out of something innocent.
“Get your filthy hands of her,” Jaime spat.
Tormund had been only patting her back for a great job in the courtyard earlier. She didn’t see what was wrong with it. Brienne was actually glad someone, aside from Jaime, didn’t look at her as a mannish girl, but as a fighter.
“I was merely congratulating my lady for a good job. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that,” Tormund replied with a shrug, but his on his face was slight smirk. Brienne’s face just got redder.
“It doesn’t mean you filthy wildlings are allowed to touch a highborn lady unless permitted.”
Brienne clutched Jaime’s arm. She hoped he knew that he had gone too far. Wildlings were still people after all and they need them for what was to come.
“Jaime,” Brienne hissed. “Don’t-,”
But she heard a chair in front of her screech and she saw Jon rise.
“Lord Lannister,” he spoke. “Your help is undoubtedly invaluable but might I remind you that you are a guest at Castle Black and this is neutral ground. Tormund is just as important as you are.”
“Why Lord Snow are you in love?” Jaime teased, not expecting it to work but the boy blushed.
Jaime was about to say something but Brienne smacked him in his armor. He just laughed.
“It’s just like you to get mad at me for defending your honor,” Jaime mumbled.
“He was merely congratulating me,” she hissed.
“Oh, wench, haven’t you learned anything from men?”
Brienne glared at him in offense. Jaime knew Brienne wanted him to apologize. Jon’s slightly pink face said the same. He raised his hand and stump in defeat.
“I apologize,” Jaime said but his apology hinted a bit of sarcasm. “It was awfully rude of me to say what I said.” Even if it’s all true, Jaime wanted to add but he wanted to stay alive. Jon and Brienne seemed to accept his apology. He gazed at Tormund who looked unreadable. Perhaps it was the bushy red mane.
“Jon,” Jaime spoke with surprising formality. “I’d like to share quarters with Lady Brienne.”
Brienne’s face heated up from beside him. Jon, too, seemed to be blushing again.
“W-whatever you or Lady Brienne do is none of my business,”
“Nothing is going on between us,” Brienne stuttered, almost unbelieving that she found her voice.
“No, there isn’t,” Jaime confirmed but something flashed in his face-disappointment, hope, she wasn’t sure- until he went back to his easy teasing smiles. “But I would like to keep a close eye on her. I can even sleep on the floor if it bothers, my lady.”
“Oh-uhm-alright,” Jon stuttered, his gaze flitting from Jaime to Brienne to Tormund- lingering slightly too long to the last one.
Brienne stormed off and Jaime immediately followed. She stopped at the courtyard and turned to Jaime.
“ Why did you do that,Jaime?” she almost yelled. “I’m with the women and I-,”
“Yes, Brienne,” he cut off. “I am aware of who you’re with and your capabilities but one can never be too careful.”
“Jaime,” she warned.
“Brienne,” he returned mockingly.
She just grunted. So it was Jaime who spoke, but more frantically.
“That wildling fellow wants to get in your breeches, Brienne.”
“So, what if he does?” Brienne was pissed. Jaime knew her. At least, she thought he did. He knew there’s nothing to worry about. She didn’t like his protection if it wasn’t obviously needed. “I can take him.”
“I know,” he whined. Jaime Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, whined.
“Then why-,”
Jaime groaned and strode closer to her. He grabbed her chin and planted his lips to hers. It wasn’t even those passionate kisses. He just simply touches his lips with hers.
“Because I want them to know you’re mine,” he said when he broke off.
Brienne just stared stupidly at him, wanting to protest that she wasn’t his or anyone’s. But she thought of what’s to come and she couldn’t find herself saying no to his words.