Finally...a Warm Bath (Cersei)

[Jaime Lannister]

The journey from the Starks camp had been long and tiring, both physically and mentally given the limited conversation of his escort. It hadn't been without incident however and there were a few times the eldest Lannister had believed it might have been his end. But here he was now once more in Kingslanding, his quarters lavish, finely furnished, clean and sweetly scented. No mud, no biting wind, a fire roaring on the hearth heating the entire chamber. A large bath had been drawn in front of the open fire, the heated water having cooled enough so that it was ready for him now.

He ached all over still despite the warm, comfortable bed he now slept in and the steaming baths he had subjected himself to over the last few days since his return, but the fatigue and soreness from his long trip home was slowly fading and soon he would be back to normal once more. With the bath half full of warm water, Jaime stripped off, tossing the discarded clothes in a pile on the floor by the bed, ready to be collected by one servant or another, a fresh outfit already laid out on the bed for him.

Wincing a little as his feet entered the hot water, the Kinglsayer lowered himself slowly down into the clear clean water, letting it warm through him, relaxing slowly against the metal back of the tub as it warmed with the heat of the water. Seeing the Lord settling into his bath, the serving girls hurried in with more water heated from another hearth, pouring the water into the foot of the bath, trying to keep their eyes low and only risking a glimpse when they could be sure his eyes were fully closed as his head rested back on the bath. He could feel the water slowly washing around him...filling the bath with every new bucket till it began to rise over his thighs and stomach.

He didn't bother to open his eyes, just listening to their feet as they hurried back and forth...

[Cersei Lannister]

Cersei sat at the table that normally sat the small counsel. Papers were littered before her, a small iron bowl, full of sealing wax, waiting to be poured upon one of the many closings of letters before her. She wore a gown of pale blue, nearly white. It was trimmed in deep Lannister red. An underbust corset tied in the back of deep red complimented her lithe waist. Her long blonde hair was tied back in seven pulls of rope braids, leaving two thick handfuls to hang in front of her. A simple pendant hung at her naked neck. Picking up a sealed letter she turned to the ravenry assistant. "Give this to the Maester. This is for his eyes only. Do you understand me boy?" she asked steadily, here eyes not leaving his until he swore that he did. She watched him scuttle off before turning to her most loyal maiden servant. "Yes?" she demanded before turning back to the letter at hand. She listened as the maid told her that her twin, Ser Jaime had returned and was now in his chambers. Turning to the maiden Cersei stated in a clear voice. "Go to his room as well, tell the other girls they are to take leave tonight, do not tell them why. You'll be presented with coin on the morrow." she stated as she stood up smoothing her gown and hair as the girl ran off to Jaime's chambers.

After a few moments had passed Cersei ordered a few servants to gather up her paperwork and send it to her chambers. She told them clearly that she would be in the gardens if anyone needed her, knowing full well that no one would dare call on her at this time within the day. Turning she deftly picked up her skirts as she made the climb to Jaime's rooms. She noted pleasantly that her maiden had also sent away the guard that usually stood before his hall. She would have to thank the maid in full, extra coin and all. Cersei reached his door without a sound. She entered the room to see her dear brother and lover relaxed into his bath, steam rising. She went over to the source of the hot water, picking up a bucket and filling it with the steaming water. She made it to the bath, pouring the water in before trailing her eyes through the clear water, up his legs, stomach, chest, and finally his beautiful face. She dropped the pot with a loud clang, breaking the silence within the room. One hand lightly skimmed the hot water before she trailed her damp fingers over his chest, a smile breaking her lips. Her eyes hungered for him, plain to see. "Jaime...I've missed you so. I have been wrung dry without you to lean on." she stated, hunger lacing every word. She was completely unknown to how selfish she was being. Jaime had been through hardships that she could never dream of, yet she only hungered for his touch. "Have you missed me?" she asked huskily, not caring what his answer may be.

[Jaime Lannister]

He let the maid girls whisper to themselves as they filled the bath, his mind wandering back over the past few months, eyes closed as the hot water enveloped his still aching body. The water finally reached the lower part of his chest when he was woken from his daydream, the clang of the metal bucket ringing in his ears. He opened his eyes slowly ready to scold the clumsy maid that disturbed his rest when his gaze was met with the most pleasant of sights. Her fingers trailed through the steaming water as he lay in the bath, making no effort to hide himself as her eyes traveled the length of his body through the clear steaming water, those soft fingers tracing over his chest. He smiled as his eyes met hers, his fingers sliding to meet hers, entwining with them and holding them against his chest.

"Dear, sweet Cersei i have missed you like a drowning man misses drawing breath"

He moved, shifting a little in the path as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers, never taking his eyes from hers, drawing her closer, sliding her arm further round his neck. His other hand, wet from the water reached out and brushed her cheek before touching her chin lightly, his body lifting, touching his lips lightly to hers. The kiss lasted mere moments, but the hunger and intention behind it were clear, his hand moving across her cheek to the back of her neck, fingers stroking,

"Let me show exactly how much i have missed your touch"

[Cersei Lannister]

Cersei received his kiss with closed eyes and absolute bliss. After Jaime broke the kiss Cersei found her lips wanting. Her body was hungry for his touch. Her nails dug slightly into his shoulder as her body shivered in delight. "It has been so long..." she barely got out. Her eyes seemed heavy, her whole body hard to move. She glanced up at Jaime through her lashes. She preened slightly at his touch on her neck as her eyes closed again. A slow and shaky breath left her lips as he let a warm smile creep on her lips. "I expect you to not leave me guessing." she said, a feral smile taking its place.

Leaning forward she placed her lips on his again, reveling in the taste of him, as well as the feeling. She deepened the kiss, adding her force unto him. Her other hand crept up his neck as her fingers tangled themselves in his hair. Another shudder took over her, clearly letting him see the want she was holding for him. It was only Jaime that she allowed to see her weakness, lust or otherwise.

Breaking the kiss painfully she whispered, her lips brushing his barely. "Oh Jaime...I've yearned for your touch. I miss you. I need you." she said huskily, every being of her wanting him. Her nails dug again, her other hand pulling his hair, pulling his head back slightly.

[Jaime Lannister]

His lips touched hers only for the briefest of moments that first time yet it seemed to last for the length of summer after being apart for so long. He smiled, letting his body sink a little back into the warm water as his loving sister gazed back into his eyes and leaned close once more, her hand running over his broad chest, to his neck and smiling into her kiss as her fingers entwined into his hair. Their lips touched once more and then she pushed against him, holding his hair tightly as her hunger for him rose from the hidden depths where she locked it away.

For his own part he let her lean against him till she was practically balancing on her toes over the edge of the bathtub, one of his hands sliding up round the back of her neck, holding her close as her fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulder, a sharp pain for a moment as she pulled his lips away from hers and held his head back, both of them holding each others stare, the same look of lust in their eyes, that spark that had never faded since they were children that first time.

The hand on her neck slid away and grasped the side of the bath, helping to pull himself to his feet, the warm water sloshing around his nakedness as he stood before her now, stepping from the bath without a care. His free hand moved to take hers from his hair, slowly pulling her fingers from the strands and threading them with his own...stepping...slowly guiding her to the edge of the bed, the smile on his lips enough to make lesser women faint and swoon as if struck by summer heat.

"All your needs...all your pleasures...i share with you sister"

He pulled her close, hands sliding through the folds of her dress...fingers leaving hers and helping her turn away from him, his chest against her back. His fingers moved, working the strings of her outfit, loosening them as his lips touched the crook of her neck, kissing lightly up and down till the fabric began to fall away. Catching it in his hands at her arms, he slid them slowly forwards, drawing her close to his muscular body as he let them roam to her full breasts, guiding the material of her dress down over them and finally letting it fall away...for the first time in months feeling the flush of arousal course through his body at the touch of his skin against hers...

[Cersei Lannister]

Cersei let out a low and shaky gasp as Jaime sat from the tub. His full glory exposed and uncaring she let her eyes completely saunter over him as he stepped out, not caring that he guided her. It had been so very long since she could not care night and day. Now she didn't have to. Her Jaime was back home. He was here. And his eyes were hers now. She let him guide her now, as he spun her round. She shivered as his lips touched her bare skin, relishing every sensation that coursed through her. With each touch of him she grew warmer and warmer, the sensation between her legs reaching a near boiling point. As her naked back rested against his equally naked chest she pushed slightly against him, feeling every contour of his body. Drawing in a deep breath she placed her hands over his, running them over the length of her body. Starting at her neck, running over her breasts, down her torso, and stopping at the base of her stomach.

"Oh Jaime..." she said as she flipped around, facing him. Her eyes were heavily lidded as her arms slid around his neck. She pushed close to him, not a breath of air able to pass through their bodies. She tilted her head up, her hair flowing behind her as she caught his eyes to hers. Locking the look she let one hand brush slowly down his face, softly stroking his strong cheekbones. A small and, rare seen by most, warm smile began to show on her face as their foreheads touched. "Please don't leave me again." she said breathily as her lips found his again. This kiss put all their other ones to shame that night. It was fueled by love and longing. A love that no one could understand but one that they dared not need to explain. The need to breathe seemed to be forgotten by Cersei as she finally felt whole in months.

[Jaime Lannister]

His lips continued trace the bare skin of her shoulder and neck, lightly brushing her warm and perfectly smooth skin. As the dress fell away his hands caressed the flesh of her breasts, teasing and stroking, pulling her back against him, the heat of his own body matching hers, their flesh touching and conforming as if it were never meant to be apart. He smiled into her neck when she placed her hands over his and slowly ran with them down over her body, lingering for moments on their journey downwards. His fingers interlocked with hers as they travelled, trailing over her slender frame, following the slight curve of her waist to meet at the base of her stomach, fingers spread wide, his little fingers just shy of the brushing the curve of her mound. His own arousal was quite apparent as he pressed against her back, the warmth that pulsed there making it no secret of his desire for her.

As she spun in his grasp, his hands slipped from hers, sliding round to her lower back, fingers moving, one hand running them across the cleft of her firm rear, the other trailing up her spine, fingertips dancing over her skin. His manhood pressed against her stomach as she leant against him, a smile playing on his lips as her eyes locked with his as her hair fell away to reveal the most beautiful face in the all the kingdoms, right here before him. Her voice sounded strained as their foreheads touched, a rare moment of closeness for them both. Her fingers touched the side of his face, her words lost as the fingers that had trailed up her spine reached her neck and pulled her towards his eager mouth, even as she pressed her lips hard against his.

The passion of that kiss, right then in that moment, that sense of longing and love, made all others seem pale by comparison, the love between them something few would ever understand. His strong arms wrapped round her body, embracing her while their tongues danced, falling backwards onto the large soft bed and taking his beloved sister with him, never allowing for a moment their bodies to part, fearful that should he let go she would vanish into a dream once more. The weight of her body against his made Jaime yearn for her that little bit more, his hands guiding her thighs to either side of his strong torso, shifting and grinding up against her from below. His hands massaged her behind, caressing and kneading her cheeks, lifting her further and further forwards till he felt himself escape from between their bodies and throb against her inner thighs.

”My dear sweet sister…beautiful Cersei…I am yours always”

[Cersei Lannister]

Their lips locked together as if they were formed that way. Her skin was on a physical high from his touch. Everywhere that his skin met hers, she felt amazing. She craved him so much since he had been gone. Even seeing him briefly when he returned was enough to make her moist between her legs. As she lay above him, straddling his hips she leaned down to give another kiss, stroking his beautiful hair out of his eyes. "As you should be." she said softly, a warm smile tugging at her lips. A small and sharp intake of breath over took her as he entered her. Instinctively her muscles tightened, loving the feeling of him inside her. Where he belonged. Where he needed to stay. Where he was expected.

She ground into him once more. Their skin forming to one another. Her legs tightened around him as did every other muscle. She bit her lip in enjoyment and want. A small and shallow breath escaped her lips again as she started their familiar rhythm. Even now she could feel her passion building. How long had it been since their last toss? How many moons had passed.

Her hands snaked up to meet and entwine with his, gripping with need. Her hair fell down her shoulders and over him, framing their faces. She bit her lips once more, the passion clear upon her face. "I want to be like this forever. Never stop." she said between passionate gasps. Leaning down she locked their lips together again, every moment of her being on par with his.

[Jaime Lannister]

He felt the warmth of her as she shifted her weight, easing past her moist opening and sliding into her warm inviting depths. A groan escaped his lips as Cersei ground her hips down against him, feeling her muscles...all of her muscles tightening, clenching against him as he pulsed there inside her, his hands sliding to her hips...fingers trailing over her skin...his eyes never leaving hers as they began to move as one.

Their bodies slid against each other, playing off one anothers lust and need for the other, Jaime's own hips driving slowly upwards into his sister, their love forbidden but no less than any other in the land. His hands slid up over her thighs as she rode him slowly, his fingers teasing every inch of skin as they moved to her breasts, caressing and teasing, fingers gripping the flesh lightly before sliding back down over her back and to her hips once more...her own sliding down to find his.

Her grinned up at her as their arms slid above his head, the sheets underneath them bunching as Cersei falls forwards onto his strong chest, her hair cascading down, hiding them beneath it like they used to do under the sheets so many years ago, his lips meeting hers, gasping...groaning quietly as their hips gyrated together, his own thighs damp with her lust, each of them knowing better than any other how to excite the other.

The thrusts from his own hips grew in strength as he pushed up against her, burying himself deep inside her warmth...his fingers interlaced with her for a few moments before his legs moved, lifting and rolling at the same time. He groaned a little more loudly as he ended up ontop of her, laying between her spread thighs, his lips finding her neck as his hips thrust forwards again and again...body glistening with the sweat of their passion...

[Cersei Lannister]

A slightly surprised gasp quickly turned into the most pleasurable of moans as Jaime rolled atop her. She loved the way he took control. He didn't bend to her will and she reveled in that. He was a completely different animal when he entered the bedchamber. A daring and perfect knight by day, and the most softest of lovers by night. She couldn't have asked for anyone better to be between her legs, even if it was the brother she was closest too.

And closer was something they had left far behind. Nearly one being at the moment Cersei's back arched slightly, her breasts moving closer to his body. One hand deftly moved to the back of his head, pushing him lightly towards her soft skin. She lusted after the feeling of his lips on her bare skin. Her fingers brushing through his perfectly blonde hair. Her other hand rested on his strong bare arm. Every muscle of his body exposed for her pleasure.

Her legs lifted to wrap about his, giving the sense of him entering even deeper within her. Another moan, sounding even more pleasurable than the last escaped her lips, slightly most with wanting. Her breathing grew heavier as her muscles clenched again, telling of the story to come. Her moans slowly got louder, unable to hide the pleasure that was building within her.

She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she would need to bite on the silks beneath her, or upon her own knuckles come the height of her pleasure. She also knew that she could never be impregnated again without being wed publicly. She knew, but she did not care at the moment. Her Jaime was above her, in her. She wanted nothing more than to live this moment forever more.

Jaime above her, thrusting seemingly deeper with every moment. The pleasure lighting its fire withing her core. Every fiber of her being utterly aware of every sensation that was happening about her. The hand that rested upon the back of his head guided it to her mouth, wanting and needing his lips upon her...

[Jaime Lannister]

His mouth pressed to hers as she grasped the hair on the back of his head, pulling him down to her hungry mouth, tongues dancing as their bodies moved together. The air was heavy with the scent of their passion and the sounds of their lovemaking echoed round the bed chambers of the Kingsguard commander. His weight bore down on her again and again as her legs slipped over his and pulled him closer and deeper into her warmth, their skin slippery with sweet sweat. With every thrust into her body he felt her muscles gripping and holding him, refusing to let go as he draw back and drove into her hard and deep.

As the kiss broke Jaime pulled himself up to his hands, gaining more leverage to thrust his hips forward into his lover, the sheets bunched beneath them, the smile on his lips spreading as he watched the look on his sisters face, the heavy lids…her breath coming in gasps and pants, that luscious body rolling beneath him in time, meeting every movement he made with one of her own.

He moved, pushing off the bed, his hands gliding over her heaving breasts, tracing down over her stomach and sides till his fingers buried themselves in her hips, looking down at his dear sister as she lay exposed to him, kneeling between her willing thighs as he rocked slowly back and forth in her warmth inviting depths. He pulled her back onto him, lifting her hips and behind from the bed as she sank all the way till hips crotch met hers, grinding slowly…chuckling as he teased his lover ever higher.

The light sheen of sweat highlighted the curves of his muscles and body as he knelt over her, every scar a mark on his otherwise perfect form. Despite who may have been listening and the risk they both themselves in it had been months since he had enjoyed such pleasure and he was willing to draw it out just that little bit longer before their tryst drew to an end. His hands slid slowly along her thighs, trailing over the smooth skin of her legs before gliding back and tickling across the rise of her mound. While she may have been so close, Jaime smiled, drawing out her torment just a little longer, fingers lightly running over her sex as he withdraw almost all the way, teasing over and over.

Then with a groan he hilted himself inside her and leant over her body once more, hips pistoning into her with abandon…all the softness, all the gentle touches replaced with a need and a want as flesh smacked against flesh in a display that would have made many a tavern whore blush with embarrassment. His strong arms pulled her from the bed to straddle his thighs, her breasts pressed against his chest, an arm round her back, the other cupping her firm cheek and thigh. He let his sisters own weight drive her down onto him as he thrust up into her, the pace quickening, frantic, the slow love making gone to be replaced by needy wanton rutting.

His lips found her once more as he drove into her, shuddering as he did so and pulling her close, holding her against him, a groan escaping his lips between their kisses…

[Cersei Lannister]

Cersei went un-fighting with Jaime's movements. Her world was a flight of pleasure absolute bliss. It had been so long since Jaime had been with her. She had missed him. And little Lancel had been no comparison. It was probably better the little Lannister cousin had gone away from Kings Landing. She had no doubt that Jaime would have killed the cowering boy where he stood. Lancel was quickly wiped from her mind as Jaime attacked her mouth again and she was absolutely offering herself to him. She wanted Jaime. She needed him. Since before they even knew want want was, they needed each other. And she could never ask, nor would she, for a better lover...or brother. The thought of them fucking did not disgust her...it enticed her. It made her so wet between her thighs at the thought of pretty pretty Jaime above her, pounding himself into her like a blacksmith on his anvil.

The sudden need for him took over Cersei. She had not a care for who could walk into his chambers, be it there father or the Maester. Nothing could break them apart. People had tried, and the always failed. Her nails were on his arms, his perfect arms, as he made himself a home within her. That fire that started at her base was quickly growing. Every muscle in her body was taut and nearly shuddering. She knew she was so close to reaching her release. Their lips were a tangle of love and lust, the barrier being broken more and more by each kiss. Her legs were tight around him, showing how close she was becoming. Her back was arched, her long golden hair cascading down her back.

She held him close, his groans merely fueling her inner fire. She could feel the sensation growing through her with every second that passed. "Oh Jaime..," she managed between their heated lips. "Please...please...please" she managed out, those words never escaping her lips in open court. Their need was reaching to its highest point, she could feel it. She was close. So close....

[Jaime Lannister]

The bond between them had always been deeper than simply being of the same blood...there had been something else, something in those young years that had ignited the passion they held for one another and the flames had been fanned by the two of them since, despite all adversity. Whatever had come between them they had overcome and grew ever closer as the years passed. Now once again they lay where they had been many times before, entwined in each other, bodies moving and shifting as one, the way they should have been, never apart.

His hips drove into her as she pleaded and begged with him, slick wet flesh smacking together with every powerful thrust. Laying over her bare on the sheets of his bed chamber, Jaime Lannister savoured every moment of contact with her as he sank again and again into her wet depths. Nothing could have stopped him in that moment as they moved together, the pleasure in each rising, knowing exactly what the other craved, what the other needed. Regardless of who she might have been to him under others eyes, at this moment in time, the wife of the former king, his twin sister moaned like a cheap tavern whore under him.

His lips pressed against hers, the taste of their sweat mixing with their lust as tongues danced and breaths came in sharp gasps. His kisses trailed across her cheek as he buried his face in the nape of her neck, hips slamming into her...aching for her as he brought her to the edge with him, his pace quickening, almost frantic now as the control he had held for so long slipped away, pushing him past the point of no return, needing his own release.

Driving into her one final time he held himself there inside her warm inviting sex, his body tightening, the groan escaping from his lips was one that he had held back for so long, filling her completely, laying between her spread thighs, twitching...mouth hungrily attacking hers again...holding onto the moment for as long as he could, his working, powerful muscles rocking and grinding ever more till he was fully spent.

His kisses grew less wanting...less forceful...softening and gentle once more, arms sliding to the sides of her head as he lay over her, stroking her hair, whispering for her ears only,

"Cersei...my Cersei...no one could ever love you as I do..."

His voice drifted again as he kissed her quietly...

[Cersei Lannister]

The fire within her was being stoked by Jaime to depths she hadn't felt in such a long time. She was a fool to try and compare Lancel to Jaime. An utter fool. No one could compare to Jaime. No one reached the pedestal of Jaime. No one even entered the same realm of Jaime. No except herself. Together the two of them were un-stoppable. She never wanted this to end, this feeling that he gave her. It was other worldly and amazing, all at once. The fire grew more wild and the passion was breath taking. As she neared her climax, she could feel and hear that Jaime was right in line with her. His heavy breathing was music to her ears, the motion he drew within her was bringing her ever so closer. Their lips were practically sewn together as their tongues worked together in harmony.

Reaching her climax was nearly as satisfying hearing and feeling Jaime reach his. Their kisses, though they grew lax, were still meaningful, the energy slowly leaving them as quickly as it worked its way into their system. "No one will ever love me as you do, my sweet sweet brother." she said softly as she leaned up and kissed him softly, her hands running through his blonde hair, equal only to hers. Leaning up again she met his kiss as her fingers traced over the lines of his face.

He was different. Still the same but different. She wasn't sure how, but she loved him all the more for it. She had changed herself. Perhaps for the better, but he was the only one who would find out. "I have missed you sweetling." she said softly, followed by another kiss. "Please don't leave me again...don't leave me with our stunted little demon brother. Or our devil father...Jof-Joffrey won't listen anymore. He cannot be controlled...please don't leave me again." she said softly as she felt a wave of feminine emotion come over. Reaching up she hugged him close, placing soft kisses all up his neck and shoulders...