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It was, ultimately, Margaery's fault.
'Fault' was probably too strong a word, Brienne admitted to herself as she was jostled on both sides at the bar. 'Doing' was probably more appropriate. Nonetheless, she would not have been here on a Friday night in a skirt that would have been too short on a normal sized woman, with darkly lined eyes and lips so red she was worried about looking like a clown, unless Margaery had dragged her.
“Only a sexy clown,” Margaery had reassured her as she'd applied the thick lipstick in Brienne's small apartment. “You will definitely get laid tonight.”
“Oh gods, Margaery!” Brienne had said covering her face with her hands.
“Stop that, you'll smear it before we even get there. No smearing unless it's on someone's face!”
Brienne had shrieked, half-mortified, half-laughing, but had dropped her hands and let Margaery finish her careful applications and then shove a handful of condoms in Brienne's too small purse.
Brienne had been on two dates in two years and they'd both ended badly; not traumatizing, but disappointing and with exactly zero fizzle. Her job was a bland routine, her apartment was cramped and the radiator never worked right, and though she spent time keeping herself in shape, Brienne's clothes and makeup were, to put it kindly, uninspired. She wasn't unhappy, but she wasn't enthusiastic about her life, either. Margaery had decided that what Brienne needed to liven things up was a one-night stand and Brienne had not been able – or, as she'd quietly admitted to herself in the bathroom mirror, willing – to argue.
Now Brienne was here at the bar, alone, while her friend was out smearing her own makeup with some man on the dance floor. No one had approached her yet and she was not nearly drunk enough to approach someone else so she tugged her skirt down again to no avail and then used her elbows to finally get to the bar. A dark-haired, round-cheeked young man who did not look like he was old enough to be working there smiled tiredly at her as she gripped the edge of the glowing bartop, the neon blue making them both look ghostly.
“Welcome to Ignite. What can I get you, my lady?”
Brienne flushed but he seemed sincere. Sincere enough to earn a good tip, at least. She wanted a water, but knowing Margaery would just annoy her about it once she came back, Brienne asked for a cosmopolitan and shoved her credit card after.
“Open a tab?” he asked over the pounding music.
“No,” she said firmly. The young man shrugged and while she signed the receipt he fixed her drink, setting it down in front of her shortly after.
The music rotated and so did the lights and she spotted Margaery pushing her way out of the crowd, laughing. She came up to Brienne and grabbed the drink, taking a gulp and pushing her sweaty hair from her face.
“Where's your friend?” Brienne asked, looking for the man Margaery had gone onto the floor with.
“Oh who knows,” she said, pointing at the cosmo to the bartender and then holding up two fingers.
“I didn't start a tab,” Brienne said.
“I'll get them.” She handed Brienne back the drink and looked up, beaming. “Are you having fun? Have you danced?”
“No dancing yet,” Brienne said, side-stepping the first question. Was she having fun? She stared out at the dance floor, bathed in a riot of neon colors that ebbed and flowed over the packed crowd. It was loud in here, and hot, and everyone else certainly seemed to be having a good time. There were booths, but those were taken by two bachelorette parties and several couples who should probably be in hotel rooms, not public clubs.
“You should get out there, Brie,” Margaery said. She accepted the drinks with a bright smile that left the young bartender blushing. Margaery had started a tab, of course, though Brienne imagined she only ever had to pay for half her drinks at most anyway. They'd been out together enough that Brienne had seen how the other half lived, and beautiful women kept their wallets closed a lot more frequently than women like Brienne.
Ugly women, Brienne thought, sighing as two men stared at them and shoved each other, clearly trying to saddle the other with her while they wanted Margaery for themselves.
“Hey,” Margaery said, tugging Brienne's arm. Brienne was wearing a sparkly halter top that showed a strip of her thick waist and all of her shoulders and long arms, and tricked the eye into believing she might actually have breasts under there. She'd been freezing out in the night air but Margaery had been right, she would have sweltered in here in anything with sleeves.
“What?” Brienne said, wincing when someone elbowed her in the stomach as he pushed past to the bar.
“Those two are checking us out.”
“Yeah I know, they're trying to figure out which guy gets lucky and which guy gets me.”
Margaery made a disapproving noise but then tugged her arm again. “Not those two,” she said, “although you are totally wrong. But those two.” She gestured with her head and Brienne followed Margaery's line of sight. She'd been looking almost 180 degrees the opposite way, to a far wall of the club where more half-moon booths sat in alternating light and shadow. Brienne frowned until she saw who Margaery was gesturing at. The most attractive man and woman Brienne had ever seen in her life sat next to each other in the back of one. They were both blond and both sharply featured, though the woman's were finer. They both had the same half-smirk on their faces, lips that looked like they knew how to cut and to kiss. The man had his arm around the woman's shoulders but it didn't look like ownership as much as solidarity, and with the easy grace with which they leaned back in the seats and were staring out at the rest of the club, Brienne was struck with the feeling they were nothing so much as lions surveying their kingdom. They were surveying Brienne and Margaery most intently right this minute, and the man lifted his drink their way.
“Do you know them?” Brienne asked, her voice disturbingly breathless.
“Nope. We should go over and introduce ourselves.”
“No way,” Brienne said. The woman was watching her now with a perfectly arched eyebrow that was the dictionary definition of “come hither.” She looked stunning and terrifying and Brienne was certain if they were within ten feet of each other Brienne would look exactly like the clown Margaery had told her she wasn't.
Margaery downed her cosmo and lifted her chin. “Well I'm going over.”
“Margaery!” Brienne hissed, but her friend just waved her off and headed towards the table. Brienne drank the last of her cosmo quickly, too nervous to try to sip it and make it last. Even at her size, alcohol had a startlingly sudden effect on Brienne when she took it in too quickly. Margaery was talking with the pair of lions, looking like a confident, dark-haired gazelle leaning towards them, not even realizing how much danger she was in. The man kept looking past Margaery at Brienne, keeping that predator smile aimed her way. Brienne allowed herself a brief moment to imagine him naked and smiling at her like that still, and she got so flustered she tossed back her second cosmo as well.
Margaery glanced back then, too, looking surprised, and then she was talking to the couple again. The woman leaned forward and traced one long nail down Margaery's arm, before leaning back against the booth. That apparently was the end of whatever was happening, because Margaery turned and started walking back towards Brienne, her face a conflicted mix of disappointment and excitement.
“What happened?” Brienne asked before Margaery had even stopped moving. Her friend went to grab the second cosmo, saw it was empty already, and laughed a little.
“You're gonna need a third one of those,” she said, gesturing at the bartender again.
“Why?” Margaery held her hand up to stall her and Brienne looked back at the golden-haired couple, saw the woman whispering in the man's ear, her dark red lips millimeters from his skin. Brienne swallowed hard when she glanced Brienne's way out of the corner of her eyes, and those lips pulled into a smile that was not in any way comforting.
“Here,” Margaery said, shoving a shot glass at her. In Brienne's hand it looked like a toy.
“I don't do shots.”
“You should do this one.” Margaery gulped hers down and Brienne glanced at the booth again before drinking hers in a single swallow as well. It burned a line down her throat, reckless and full of fire.
“Now will you tell me? Why are they still looking at you?”
“They're not looking at me, honey. They're looking at you.”
That made zero sense. “What?”
“I found out three things when I went to talk to them.” She pushed another shot into Brienne's hand. “One, they're a matched set, you can't get one without the other. Two, they're here for more than just dancing. And three, they are very interested in making your acquaintance.”
Brienne drank the second shot. This one didn't burn so much as flood her whole body with warmth. “Why me?”
“Uh, why not?” Margaery looked up at her, frowning. “Have you seen yourself? You've got super long, beautiful legs, tons of creamy skin, and your eyes are fucking incredible.”
Flushing deeply, Brienne set the empty shot glass down and blinked hard. “Stop it.”
“No way. We came to get you laid, and you are about to get propositioned by what appear to be twin gods.”
“Do you think they're brother and sister?”
Margaery tilted her head and stared at them. The man held out his empty hand, waiting. “Does it really matter?” she said.
“Well, yes,” Brienne said, but it seemed to matter less by the second, especially as the man and woman slid out of the booth, revealing themselves to be athletic and golden skinned in the lights that danced over their bodies. The woman was wearing a deep red minidress that matched her lipstick and her four-inch heels, and it looked like she didn't so much put it on as paint it on. The man was wearing black leather pants and a half-red, half-gold silk shirt that clung to his every well-defined muscle as he moved. And oh how they moved. Brienne couldn't shake the feeling she was being stalked as they sauntered her way.
“Better make up your mind quick,” Margaery said quietly, the words almost getting lost in the music. “Have fun, use the condoms, call me immediately after you're done. Love you!” she said, losing herself in the crowd again.
“Wait,” Brienne hissed. “Wait!” But Margaery waved and was gone and the pair were in her face now. Brienne swallowed hard as she took them in. Up close they were even more unfairly attractive, their gazes even more captivating. “Um, hello,” she said.
The man's smile turned amused, his green eyes warm as he looked her up and down. “Hello,” he said in a voice that could heat up even Brienne's freezing apartment.
The woman touched Brienne's arm with gentle fingers, but her nails were sharp points on Brienne's skin, ready to dig in and hold her there while the two of them devoured her. Brienne shivered a little. “What's your name?” the woman asked. Her eyes were also green but hot, not warm, her voice smooth and sure and silky.
“Brienne,” she said hoarsely.
“Did your friend give you our message?”
“She said you wanted to meet me,” Brienne managed. She'd had four drinks, how could her mouth still be this dry?
The man chuckled and it sounded like a lion's rumble. “Yes, we did want to meet you, Brienne.” The way he said her name sounded like honey dripped on skin.
“Would you dance with us?” the woman asked, her fingers tightening the smallest amount, the nails making tiny indents on her arm. Brienne looked around, but Margaery was nowhere to be found.
“Me?”
“You don't have to, if you don't want,” the man said, and the woman's hand relaxed until Brienne felt like she was free to turn away and the lions would let her live another day. What kind of life would it be, though, if she had to sit in her tiny, cold apartment wondering if they may have actually been interested? These two could have any person in this club but here they were, downright leering at her.
Margaery's makeup and too-short skirt couldn't hide her big teeth or the nose she'd broken as a teenager when she'd played too rough in a game of touch football. Did they just think Brienne would be an easy mark? Was this a serial killer thing? Physically she could take the woman, but the man would be tougher. She didn't remember hearing about any unexpected disappearances or murders in the neighborhood, but what if they moved from place to place? Brienne could hear Margaery's exasperated sigh in her head as her anxiety started to spiral.
“I don't think she's interested,” the woman said, her perfectly full lips smirking.
The man tilted his head and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “I think she is,” he said, his voice husky.
“Pod knows us, if you're worried.” He waved at the young man behind the bar, who smiled and waved back. The man looked back at Brienne and his smile was dangerously alluring.
Brienne swallowed. She had come to get laid. And while the woman didn't exactly fill Brienne with trust, there was something genuinely appealing about the man and the way his eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiled at her. He'd turned down the predator and had turned up the playfulness and she found herself wanting to touch his soft, wavy hair.
“No, I-I'd like to dance. What are your names?”
Silently the woman wrapped her arm around Brienne's and the man took Brienne's hand in his and tugged them all to the dance floor. The crowd, what Brienne had thought was a mindless, writhing mass, moved out of the man's way without him having to even say anything, and when the crowd closed together again after the woman, the three of them were suddenly in the middle of it, where it smelled of sweat and spilled drinks and people who were definitely going to have sex later.
The man put strong hands on Brienne's hips and pulled her nearer, leaning close to whisper, “my name is Jaime.” The woman had already started dancing next to them, her body undulating and moving in ways that suggested she was as comfortable in a bed as she was on the dance floor. Brienne had not thought she was interested in women, but she found herself very interested in the way the woman's hips rolled with the music. “That's Cersei,” he went on, his breath hot against Brienne's neck.
“Oh,” Brienne said. Up close, Jaime's eyes were almost too much, gleaming with a wry, easy confidence. “It's nice to meet you,” she whispered.
Jaime laughed a little and pulled her gently against his body. He was shorter than her, as most men were, and especially with her low heels on, but he'd leaned into her and his lips were right next to her ear, his chest a hard wall pressed against hers. “It is definitely our pleasure,” he purred, and started dancing as well.
Brienne had never considered herself a dancer, though as she slipped her knee in between Jaime's legs, as Cersei moved up behind her and pressed hot against her ass, she had to wonder if it was just because she'd never danced with anyone before. The pair didn't keep to the rhythm but rather defined it and, tipsy and loose on the drinks she'd so quickly consumed, Brienne rode along the pulsating beat their bodies set. Jaime's fingers gripped hot and firm at the skin of her waist and when Brienne rested her arms on his shoulders and ground her pelvis against his thigh, the side of his mouth turned up in a sharp, eager smile. She felt Cersei's breasts occasionally brush her mostly bare back and at some point Jaime spun Brienne around so she and Cersei were facing each other. Brienne didn't feel like a clown at all when the other woman licked her red lips and wrapped her arms around Brienne's neck. Even looking down at Cersei, Brienne felt commanded by her, and she moved in time with the other woman while Jaime danced a short distance away, watching them hungrily.
The music melted one song into another, the crowd throbbed and shouted and then Jaime was at Brienne's back, one arm wrapping tight around her waist and pulling her back against him so his erection pressed against her ass.
“Oh gods,” Brienne gasped softly but Cersei must have heard because she smiled knowingly and moved closer to press against' Brienne's front.
“We don't just have to dance,” Cersei said and though her voice was low Brienne felt it curl through her belly. Her whole body was burning and moving without her even thinking about it. She rubbed her ass back against Jaime's hard length and he groaned low into the side of her sweaty neck, making her knees weak. Cersei lifted a perfect eyebrow, trailing those long nails around Brienne's shoulder and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Jaime shifted against her to press deeper into the crack of her ass and he mouthed the curve of her neck and Brienne gasped, “ok, yes,” desperate heat surging between her legs.
Cersei flicked a finger across Brienne's nipple and Brienne arched a little towards the other woman, still confined by Jaime's arm.
“Jaime,” Cersei said in a commanding tone, and Brienne felt him look up from where his mouth had been pressed wet and hot against her. His hair tickled her ear. Cersei grabbed Brienne's left hand and pulled her a little. “Let's go.”
He nodded and loosened his grip and when Brienne stepped away after Cersei she turned to look back at him a moment and suddenly couldn't breathe. His golden hair was dark with sweat, his skin glowing with it. His erection was impossible to miss in his tight pants but the way he stood there, arms on his hips, his eyes burning as he watched her, it only made him look more like a god. Brienne was pretty sure she'd worship at any altar to him if she had the chance. She'd never had a man look at her the way he was watching her disappear after Cersei now: with the certain, steady knowledge he was going to enjoy fucking her soon.
Cersei pulled her through the club to the back where she nodded at a beast of a man standing at a semi-hidden door. His face was half-burned and he was glaring at the world as they walked by. When he met Brienne's gaze for a moment there was a flash of surprise but he shuttered it quickly and turned back to the crowd. Brienne was not exactly sober but she wasn't exactly drunk either, and she was aware enough to be startled to find herself in a plushly decorated room with a huge bed against the wall but not aware enough to figure out why it was here.
Cersei dropped her hand and turned to face her and it went suddenly quiet when the door closed behind them. The bass came through still, a muffled beating, like they were inside a heart. But now Brienne could also hear her own rapid breathing, loud and awkward as an elephant. This had to be a trick, some terrible joke that was now coming to its end.
Jaime's hands rested on Brienne's waist again, making her jump.
“Sorry,” he murmured near her neck.
“'S'ok,” she mumbled, and then words deserted her as Jaime started kissing her shoulder. There was nothing funny or mean in the way his tongue traced the line of her shoulder blade; there was no hesitation when Cersei unzipped the side of her tight dress and as though she'd spoken a magic word, it slipped to the floor, leaving her in lingerie and heels. She had beautiful breasts, was Brienne's first thought, and a smooth waist and round hips that curved down to golden legs. Her lingerie was the same color as her dress and shoes and lips and for a fleeting moment Brienne wondered if her pubic hair would be that color, too.
“Let her get comfortable first, Jaime,” Cersei said in a tone that was all command and no suggestion. He stopped kissing her and Brienne bit down on the whine that threatened to escape at the loss. Jaime came around in front of her and Brienne glanced between him and Cersei. This light was muted, but it was steady, and without the alternating light and shadow of the club's illumination, Brienne could see the shocking similarities between them.
“Are you...twins?” Brienne squeaked, feeling her face go hot.
Cersei and Jaime looked at each other in such a complicated mix of love and anger that Brienne suddenly realized she was in dangerous territory here, though not for the reason she'd first feared. Physically she was certain her body would be taken care of in a way she could never have imagined, but if she weren't extremely careful, she would throw herself on some emotional landmine she could never be prepared for.
“We are,” Jaime said carefully, and he was looking at her again with a much more direct stare of desire. Brienne had seen that look dozens of times, but always for Margaery, never for her.
“My dear brother has never approved of the partners I pick,” Cersei said, and Brienne dragged her gaze to the other woman, was surprised to see a mirror of the desire in Jaime's eyes also directed her way. Whatever magic Margaery had wrought with her make-up had apparently been more potent than Brienne had thought.
“My sweet sister has returned the favor,” Jaime said tightly and suddenly Brienne was worried she wasn't here as herself, but as a proxy between whatever war they were fighting. She held up her hands as a barrier.
“I don't think I should do this,” she said, and Cersei moved towards her, linked one of her hands in Brienne's.
“It's not what you think,” she said archly, her golden hair loose and curling around her face. Brienne glanced at Jaime, was pierced by his obvious surprise. What was going on here? Cersei moved between Brienne's arms and Brienne could suddenly smell her, some dark and sultry scent that she wasn't convinced was just perfume. “You're the first person we've ever agreed on,” she murmured, pressing her soft lips to Brienne's shoulder, just under where Jaime had been kissing her.
Brienne licked her own lips, tasted lipstick. “I'm...confused.”
“We make a game of it,” Cersei said into Brienne's skin. “I pick women for him to fuck, he tries to convince me of others. There are always so many to choose from, but they're all the same.” Cersei moved to her other shoulder and kissed there, too, and when Brienne looked down the red lipstick on her skin looked like bitemarks. “Boring,” Cersei whispered, her hands coming up around Brienne's neck again. Brienne's hands twitched at her sides and she brought her free one up to rest in the curve of Cersei's hip, her fingers long enough to splay across the thin fabric barely covering Cersei's ass.
“I'm not interesting,” Brienne protested weakly. Though if she went through with this, this story would be the most interesting of her life.
Jaime came closer then, having removed his shirt while Brienne was distracted by his sister. Without it he looked even more like a lion, his muscles flexing sinuously under his golden skin. Brienne's body ached towards him and Cersei squeezed her hand tightly, her other hand coming up around the side of Brienne's neck possessively. Jaime came up behind Brienne again and hovered a few inches away, his fingers brushing at the tie to her halter top.
“You're interesting to us,” he said softly, and she felt the tie loosen. If she was going to stop this, it had to be now.
Brienne looked down at Cersei, who'd brought both her hands up to rest on her shoulders, who had cat eyes that knew they had cornered their prey. She felt Jaime's heat burning her up from behind, the soft pads of his fingers at her spine, waiting for Brienne to give in.
“I'm not a game,” she said, her voice gratifyingly firm.
“Sex is always a game,” Cersei said in a tone so odd and distant Brienne almost felt sorry for her. “But there doesn't have to be a loser. Play with us tonight, Brienne, and we'll show you.”
Brienne was so far out of her depth here she was surprised she could breathe. Whatever strange rules these two had, she didn't know them or what was at stake. But when Jaime kissed the middle of her back just below the knot of her halter top, she realized she didn't care. For one night she could turn off her boring, simple life and pretend to be a woman who could be desired. Her eyes fluttered closed and she nodded in assent, lifting her chin and her throat to the lions.
In a breath Jaime undid her halter top and it slipped down and laid her breasts bare to Cersei, who cupped them in her hands and smiled.
“So delicate,” she murmured, and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about Brienne's breasts. She tugged indelicately at Brienne's nipples and it made Brienne's whole body throb. At Brienne's back, Jaime left a wet trail of kisses across her shoulders and she shivered when his breath blew across it.
They were tasting her individually, Cersei stroking and teasing her front, Jaime nuzzling and licking down her spine. He tugged the bottom of her halter top down further until it was scrunched around her waist and Brienne wanted to cover herself but Cersei was in the way, smoothing her hands down Brienne's arms before taking one nipple gently between her teeth, a razor thin sharpness that was promise and threat and had Brienne moaning.
“My turn,” Jaime growled, tugging Brienne a step back and she worried Cersei wouldn't let go, but Cersei opened her mouth and Brienne sighed, relieved and disappointed both.
“Take her to the bed,” Cersei commanded, “and take only her panties off.”
Jaime shot Cersei an annoyed look but he pulled Brienne to the bed and she gratefully laid down, not convinced she could have stood much longer on her own. They loomed over her for a minute, eying her like she was dessert as she lay on her elbows, legs tucking up under themselves in protection.
The bed dipped as Jaime knelt down and tugged her legs between his. His hands slid up her bare legs, over her thighs and under her skirt. He glanced up at her under his golden lashes and her insides went liquid. “Ok?” he murmured, and Brienne could only nod, fast, desperate for his fingers to finish their quest.
He slipped his fingers over the thin silk panties Margaery had bought her for just such an occasion, brushing the already wet lips of her cunt through the fabric before tugging her panties down and off of her in a smooth motion.
“Good,” Cersei said, still standing near, rubbing herself through her own panties. “Now lick her until she screams.”
Brienne groaned and threw her head back as he dived under her skirt like he'd been released from a cage. She wondered, briefly, before all rational thought was driven from her mind, if she should have gotten a wax like Margaery had said, but Jaime's nose was pressing against her clit, his tongue was deep in her cunt and she was soon screaming as Cersei had dictated and the state of her pubic hair regimen meant nothing at all. Hands fisted in the sheets, Brienne panted down the back half of her orgasm and opened her eyes to find Cersei staring intensely at her.
“Do it again,” Cersei whispered and Brienne moaned low and long as Jaime licked in long, slow strokes, his breath like a humid summer under her skirt. Brienne flailed and pulled at the edges of her skirt, managing to bring it up to her hips, so she could see his head between her legs as he devoured her.
Brienne was trembling already when Cersei reached down and pinched her nipples, one and then the other, still rubbing herself at the same time, her shining golden skin turning a burnished bronze with her flush. Now that Brienne's legs were free, Jaime pressed his hands against the inside of her thighs, opening her wider to his greedy tongue and she was shuddering, pushing against his face in seconds, a rolling wave that spread through all of her in violent, breathless spasms as Cersei plucked and twisted her nipples in exquisite agony.
Before she'd fully come back to herself, Cersei leaned down so her breasts brushed against Brienne's sensitive nipples, sending electric jolts through her. “Have you ever eaten out another woman?” Cersei asked, her voice a battle with itself, a mix of the commanding distance she'd evinced so far mixed with a desperate curiosity that Brienne wanted to sate.
Jaime was kissing the inside of Brienne's thighs, down to her knees, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over her hipbones. But his fingers were pressed tight to her skin, like he was ready to pull her towards him.
“No,” Brienne said.
“There's a first time for everything,” Cersei said, standing again. “Flip her on her stomach,” she told Jaime and his kiss turned into a gentle bite for a moment that left Brienne gasping. He lifted his head to glance curiously at Cersei before staring at Brienne.
“I'm going to fuck you,” he told Brienne in a voice so rough and low she felt it down to her toes. “I'll slide into you from behind while you do what she tells you. Okay?” He was asking again, instead of assuming like his sister. Brienne wasn't sure which one was hotter but she couldn't get words to work so she just nodded again. Then she swallowed as he climbed over her and put his hands down on either side of her head enveloping her with his smell mixed with her own. The head of his cock pressed against the low part of her belly and her pelvis surged up towards him instinctively. Jaime grinned down at her. “I'll go get the condom while you get started.”
Cersei stripped off her lingerie so she was naked before crawling to the head of the bed to lean back against the smooth wood headboard. Though she laid herself out for Brienne, Cersei didn't look vulnerable, she looked like a queen waiting to be served by her willing subjects. Cersei's cunt was tightly trimmed with a thin covering of golden hair. Not red, Brienne thought, almost wanting to giggle, but she bit her lip to keep it in, not wanting to offend Cersei. Cersei raised her sharp chin and said “take your clothes off, except for your shoes.” Brienne licked her lips and obeyed, and by the time she was only in her black heels, Jaime was back and also naked, and Brienne couldn't tear her gaze from his cock, thick and straight and covered in the translucent sheen of the condom. She wanted to take him inside her wherever he wanted, she wanted to choke on his length, to feel his weight pushing her into the bed, to have her legs curled over his strong shoulders. She tore her eyes away before she came again just imagining what was about to happen, and felt a frisson of annoyed laughter at the shit-eating grin on his face.
“You like it,” he said in a voice so smug she could have smacked him if he were near.
“Yes, Jaime, it's wonderful,” Cersei said in a bored voice. “Brienne, it's my turn now. Can you make me come with just your mouth on me?” She asked it, but it was a challenge, not a request. Brienne felt her heart beat harder in response.
She knelt down between Cersei's open legs and the two women stared at each other for a long moment. Cersei would not let her say no and still let Jaime fuck her, but it wasn't Cersei's cunt that gave Brienne pause; it was the firm, unyielding stone of her face. For a game to be played, Cersei looked like she wasn't even enjoying herself and Brienne didn't want to do this just to prove she could. She'd had two incredible orgasms, she could walk away now and go another five years without a date and still be satisfied. But she wanted to see what was behind the bright wall of fire in Cersei's eyes, even if just for a moment. Brienne put her big hands on Cersei's knees and rubbed down her calves, then back up and down the outside of her thighs, staring at her all the while. Cersei's red lips parted in anticipation and her chest heaved, the nipples tightening with expectation. That one small give was enough.
Brienne lay down on her stomach, her face level with Cersei's cunt and immediately she felt Jaime's legs on either side of her own, one of his hands coming underneath her hips to lift her off the bed. As she touched her tongue tentatively to Cersei's clit, Jaime pushed the head of his cock against her wet folds, and it was hard and hot as he slid slowly inside her. Brienne couldn't control the low cry he seemed to push out of her as he pressed deep into her cunt and her hands went tight on Cersei's smooth thighs.
When Brienne looked up at Cersei, her eyes were closed and her hips rolled a little towards her, eager. Brienne's own hips were pushed back towards Jaime but his hands were like iron, holding her in place.
She tasted Cersei again, a firmer swipe of her tongue this time that seemed to jolt the other woman into a gasp. It was a new experience, but pleasant, and Brienne licked a long stripe again, up and down, enjoying the soft, wet feel on her tongue, the hair bristling against her nose.
“Yes, like that,” Cersei whispered, and when Brienne glanced up, Cersei's desire was like an arrow, like a sharp-claw reaching out and dragging Brienne in. Brienne let herself be taken by them both. Cersei from the front, her eyes never looking away as Brienne sucked and licked, broke the challenge to slide first one and then a second thick finger into Cersei's folds and feel her clench around them in a sensation Brienne had never felt from this side, got her nose and chin wet with everything Cersei allowed her to have. And Jaime took from behind, his hands holding her lower half still while he carefully and methodically fucked her, going deeper with every thrust, pulling almost all the way out again until she was whining into Cersei's cunt, and then pushing in and making Brienne's cries disappear into Cersei's center as well. Somehow Brienne held on long enough to hear Cersei's breathing go high and sharp, to feel her legs go tight against her head, her cunt tight against her fingers and that was when Jaime slammed hard into Brienne, murmuring and thrusting in wild abandon until her whole body clenched around him and she had to close her eyes as it all overwhelmed her – the smell of Cersei's sex and the feel of Jaime's body – and with Cersei's legs still pressed against her ears, Jaime's fingers gripped Brienne's waist and he pounded inside her and cried out the loudest of them all.
Before she had even stopped panting, Cersei tugged Brienne's fingers out of her and rolled elegantly off the bed to stride to a different door Brienne hadn't had time or mind to notice before. Cersei bent to smoothly pick up her dress and underwear on the way by like she was cleaning up after a normal day at the office.
She shut the door behind her, leaving Jaime and Brienne alone on the bed. Brienne's face was pressed into the silk sheets and Jaime was a pleasant weight on top of her, his cock softening inside her still. When she shifted a little to get more comfortable he shuddered against her and rolled off of her onto his back on the bed. She shivered as the air that took his place washed cool over the sweat drying on her skin.
Brienne moved her head enough to look at him. Jaime had pillowed his head on one arm, the other resting on his tight stomach, moving up and down with his hard breathing. He turned his head and met her gaze. Even thoroughly debauched by him and his sister, Brienne was embarrassed to lay here naked next to him in all his perfection now, knowing that this was when he'd see the gleaming ugliness of her without the haze of sex to soften it, and she cursed the blush she felt spread up her face and down through her chest.
Jaime smiled, sincere and amused and not repulsed. “You're good?”
Brienne only nodded, biting her lip.
“Good.” He looked back up at the ceiling and his smile disappeared. In profile, with the way his mouth was set so seriously, she imagined him some marble carving, an old god come to life. “She never participates,” he said after a moment.
“What?”
“Cersei. She watches and she directs and sometimes she touches but she doesn't get involved. She does it to get ready for Robert.” The way he snarled the name made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “Can't waste her time with her own pleasure.”
Brienne tugged the sheet up to cover herself. “Why are you telling me this?”
He frowned and looked her way, was quiet, searching her face for an endless minute. “Because this is the first time she's let herself go.”
Brienne thought of Cersei's tightly controlled orgasm, the way she'd only barely hinted at what Brienne had felt under her skin. It that was letting go, what was it Brienne had been doing in contrast? She must have seemed like a well-used harlot to the two of them.
“I should go,” she murmured, looking away.
“You don't have to,” Jaime said quickly. “Cersei will be done soon and she usually heads straight home. You can clean up in the shower.”
Brienne looked more closely around the room. There was a small wardrobe tucked in a corner, a fancy rug on the floor, and a couple of warmly lit lamps provided the ambient light. “Is this room part of the club?” Gods she hoped it wasn't just free for use, not when she was still wrapped up in the sheets. She was going to need to take a bath in disinfectant.
“Yes, but it's just for me and Cersei to use.”
“You have your own room at a club?”
He gave her a surprisingly self-deprecating grin. “Wait until I tell you who owns the place.”
Incredibly handsome, good at sex, and rich, apparently. Margaery was going to die when Brienne told her about all of this. “Oh,” Brienne said, eloquent as ever. Margaery was constantly trying to teach her to flirt, but Brienne hated how awkward everything she tried to say sexily sounded coming out of her big mouth.
“You don't think less of me, do you?” he said, his voice teasing. “I'd hate for you to leave thinking I'd used my connections to seduce you.”
“Your sister did most of the seducing.”
His beautiful mouth, the one that had ravished her so thoroughly earlier, pursed seriously. “She did, didn't she?”
Brienne should get up, put her clothes on and text Margaery and leave now before she got any more involved in this and the fact that she'd had sex with a brother and sister at the same time became more uncomfortable than alluring.
But Margaery always said she had more heart than sense.
“Is everything okay with her?” Brienne asked.
Jaime looked startled and his mouth opened but nothing came out. The bathroom door opened and Cersei strode back into the room before he could put together any answer at all.
“Brienne,” Cersei said, and Brienne looked up past Jaime to see the other woman had put herself entirely back together again, the only reminder of what they'd done a lingering flush on her high cheekbones which could have just as easily been carefully applied makeup. “We can arrange a safe ride home for you if your friend is gone, just let Podrick know.” She licked her lips, an unexpectedly nervous gesture for the otherwise composed woman. “We don't require secrecy, but discretion would be best for you.”
Brienne felt a flare of sudden anger at the implied threat and she levered herself up on one arm to be less at a disadvantage. “Who am I going to tell?”
“I don't care as long as it does not come back to me or my family in the form of blackmail.”
“Blackmail?” Brienne was furious now, offended that this woman would assume she'd use some heady one-night stand to get money from people she didn't even know were rich when she'd said yes.
“Cersei,” Jaime said quietly. He'd sat up, too, was leaning back against the headboard with his hands folded in his lap. “She doesn't know who we are.”
Cersei looked genuinely surprised at that, her face loosening into something that hinted at a tightly buried softness. “I see.”
“What kind of people are you that you assume I'd have sex with you just to make money?” Brienne couldn't control the tight anger inside her, had never been good at controlling any of her emotions. She stood from the bed and towered over them both, naked and snarling. She felt more like a wounded hyena than a lion.
“We are very rich people,” Jaime said, glancing between her and Cersei. “And Cersei is married.”
“She's what?” Brienne looked at Cersei, who pulled her shoulders back and matched Brienne's glare.
“Not that it's your business,” Cersei said, and she transferred some of her anger to her brother for a fleeting moment.
“Well I won't tell anyone about any of this, except Margaery. She won't blackmail you either,” Brienne added through clenched teeth.
“Good.” Cersei looked her up and down, something sharp coming into her eyes and Brienne waited for the finely tuned barb that would prick what self-esteem she'd gathered from their encounter. “We're here every Friday,” Cersei said instead, heading for the door. “Jaime, don't miss brunch again this weekend, father will have your head.”
“Father can kiss my ass,” he called out after Cersei before she shut the door behind her.
Brienne blinked, not entirely sure what had just happened, and looked back at Jaime. He was giving her a lazy, pleased once over with his knowing green eyes. “You can kiss my ass, too, if you want” he murmured and Brienne blushed from head to toe, hurrying to the bathroom while Jaime laughed softly behind her.
Safely behind the door, Brienne realized she'd left all of her things in the other room with a golden god who looked like he was thinking about having sex with her again soon. The bathroom was a soothing light gray with lavender and white highlights, a muted mix of femininity and masculinity that made Brienne feel oddly comfortable. There was a shower easily big enough for two people and she wondered how much sex the wide, round shower heads had overseen.
Brienne relieved herself and then decided she may as well use the shower, too. It was actually tall enough for her, which was a luxury she wasn't sure she'd ever experienced. She turned it on, waited until steam had started to fill the glass cube, and stepped inside. The hot water was just shy of too much, the way she liked it best.
There was a knock at the door and Jaime poked his head inside. “Can I come in?”
She started to say no but realized he'd already seen everything she had on display up close and personal. “Sure.”
“Gotta pee,” he said, “couldn't wait.” She shrugged and turned her back towards him, giving him privacy while she looked at the selection of soaps and picked one that smelled like light flowers, the opposite of Cersei's intense and demanding scent. The door to the shower started to open and Brienne whipped around.
“What are you doing?”
Jaime blinked at her. “Getting in the shower.”
“I'm in here already,” she said as though he couldn't see her wet and naked in front of him.
“Exactly,” he said. Brienne looked down and his cock was somehow lengthening and growing hard again, curling up towards the soft fuzz of his belly. “I thought I'd show you I don't need my sister to tell me what to do.”
Brienne swallowed hard, the shower pounding down on her back, water sliding down her ass and legs. “Go on then,” she managed and Jaime joined her, crowding her back against the wall so the water hit them both on their sides. He hissed a little.
“You like it hot.”
“I do,” she whispered.
“Good.” He leaned forward, took the tendon of her shoulder in his teeth and she gasped. “I'm clean,” he said.
“Me too.”
“Can I-?”
Brienne nodded eagerly.
Jaime didn't say anything else after that, just slid his cock inside her and she moaned, her hands grasping his wet ass and pulling him closer. He put one hand against the wall near her head and used his other to lift her leg up and around his waist so he could angle deeper, thrusting with rhythmic, powerful movements that had Brienne making desperate cries each time. She was filled with him, his cock hard and relentless inside her, his mouth hungry and sharp over her neck and face, the water pounding, pounding, pounding, dripping into her eyes and down between their chests. She pressed her face against his arm and nipped at his wrist and Jaime groaned low against her throat. He shifted his hand around from her leg to her clit, rubbing and pinching until she was shaking and crying out, her head pressed hard against the tile of the shower. Jaime's rhythm went uneven, out of control as he banded his arms around her and thrust and thrust until he pulled out and came over her mound, his come somehow hotter on her skin than the water, moaning into her chest and shuddering in her arms.
For a second Brienne leaned her head down and they pressed their foreheads together, looking at each other with glassy, satisfied smiles, and it was more intimate than when Jaime's cock had been inside her. Brienne blushed a little and looked down between them, to the dark V their bodies created. He kissed her temple gently and then pulled away. The water still rushed down on them.
“See?” Jaime said and Brienne glanced up, saw he was smiling sardonically but his eyes were not sharp at all, they were soft. She wanted to kiss him again, tenderly at the corner of his mouth or where his eyes crinkled into small lines.
“You showed me,” she said instead. Margaery would never believe any of this. Brienne felt a laugh building up and she looked away, biting hard on her lip to keep it in.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Jaime said, ducking his head to keep her looking at him. “I suppose I'm just that good?” The playfulness was back, and Brienne couldn't resist pushing his wet hair out of his eyes. He leaned his head into her touch, like he was eager for it. Brienne felt unmoored by the sudden tenderness that flooded through her.
“Don't flatter yourself too much,” she said, gathering herself. “I was just thinking about trying to tell my friend all this when the last date I had was more than six months ago.”
“She'll be quite jealous.”
“Margaery? Jealous of me?” Brienne did laugh then, her big, braying donkey laugh and Jaime looked startled and then utterly delighted.
“Hand me that soap, will you?” he said, pointing to the flower soap she'd picked earlier. “I'll wash your back.”
“You don't have to,” Brienne said softly, but he just smiled and did so, spending extra time massaging her ass and then she took his preferred soap, something with a rich, natural scent, and did the same for him, spending time admiring with her eyes and hands the long plane of his back, the perfect roundness of his ass until he turned back around and she saw he was hard again, and he swarmed into her space like a thunderstorm she didn't want to stop.
They had to repeat the soaping process a second time after that, each cleaning themselves on their own this time to avoid having to do it all again.
The towels were thick and fluffy of course, and Brienne was soon dry and fully dressed. Jaime had opted for a pair of sweat pants he pulled out of the wardrobe and was still shirtless. Brienne clutched her tiny purse to her stomach and stared at him.
“Will you sleep here?” she asked.
“It's easier,” he said. “And just as empty as my bed at home.”
Brienne nodded. “Well,” she said. She'd never done this before, should she thank him? Would it make her seem too pathetic? She wished she could text Margaery and have her walk her through it like some modern Cyrano de Bergerac.
Jaime smiled, totally at ease, his wet hair curled against his neck. “Well,” he echoed gently.
“I-it was nice to meet you,” she said and then felt herself die a little inside with embarrassment. But Jaime just smiled even wider, that look of being entirely pleased by her back on his face.
“You have no idea how nice it was to meet you,” he murmured. “Cersei was right, by the way. We come here every Friday.”
“Oh.” Was he suggesting she come back? “Okay.”
“Okay.”
They stared at each other across the room. “Good night, Jaime,” she finally said, turning for the door.
“Good night, Brienne.” She glanced back and he'd taken a few steps after her, some want flashing on his beautiful face. She nodded and then disappeared back into the noise and heat of the club, leaving Jaime and his soft eyes behind her.