Jaime x Bäahal: dont speak

"I take you aren't shy around a man." -He teased her and grabbed her by the waist. Jaime was on the bathtub, fully naked.-

"You wanted me to be shy around you?" -She chuckled and put her hands on his chest- "sit still Lord Jaime. You are dirty like a boar and I'd like to make sure you are clean." 

"You don't have to. I can handle myself very well." He pointed out "Unless you actually wanted to see me naked." He looked at her, a smirk crossed his lips as he saw her blush. The slight darker tint on her cheeks was delightful to see. She shook her head and rolled her eyes as he spoke.

"N-no! Of course not! I never wanted to see you naked." His hold on her waist didn't weaken and he yanked his head back so he could see her better. She was wearing a very light white gown, the kind you would not wear outside of your private room. Her hair was down, framing her gorgeous blushing face. Jaime chuckled and pulled her against his frame. She shook her head and rubbed the wet sponge she was holding, on his face, rubbing some dirt off of his face. 

"Come on Princess, You have." 

He let her clean his face, but the truth was that he was using humour to cover the tension that was building up. She found him a year ago, wounded, dirty, a real mess. It took him a while to heal his wound and feel comfortable with her. They might have not been enemies anymore, she still reminded him of the worst day of his life. Her long silver locks reminded him of Daenerys. Her purple hues, while soft on him, reminded him of how cold Aerys II's were and how cold Daenerys' were when she killed his sister. It didn't matter that Bäahal wasn't like her sister, seeing her hurt him, so he refused to talk to her. But she treated him well and was concerned. He could tell in between his delirious state and when he healed up. He heard a handmaiden talk next to him thinking he was asleep. 

"Does it even matter? I have seen naked men before. I am not curious." 

Rumours had it that he called her Cersei, more than once when he was delirious and she let him. She didn't say anything but it was obvious it was hurting her. Even today as she was cleaning his face and kept a smile on her face, Bäahal was sad. He closed his eye as she pulled him against her plump chest while she poured some water onto his hair. She felt good against him, soft and sweet and he had missed this kind of touch. Her fingers over his blonde mane felt good. Way too good and he grunted as she slowly massaged his scalp. He grew silent, enjoying her soft touch on his skin, the texture of the sponge on the back of his neck, on his shoulder pads and his spine. His breathing became sharper as she slowly knelt In front of him and rubbed the sponge on his chest. His torso tense, his jaw clenched and his eyes became more Intense. 

"Princess..."

"Please don't speak.." she begged. 

She didn't want him to say the name of his twin sister, she didn't want him to apologize for saying it. She didn't want to address her own feelings despite them hitting against her ribcage. Her hand cupped his cheek she gently stroked and a soft smile crept on her lips. 

"I know you can clean up... but I wanted to check on your injuries, see for myself..." she justified herself, tried to rationalize her actions because there was No way she wanted anything more. 

"Cut the act, Bäahal..." he said, his voice low and sharp. "Cut it..."

She looked at him, the sponge cleaning his chest before she lowered it to his hips. Her breathing was sharper and she bit her bottom lip. His only hand grabbed her neck and he looked down at her. His emerald eyes stared at the young targaryen who let her hand go into the bath. 

"Princess."  He didn't fight her, instead he pulled her closer to his face and pressed his lips to hers. "You said You only wanted to look at my injuries. I am not Injured down there."

"I would have thought you were..."

She bit her bottom lip and removed her hand, clearing her throat as she felt her cheeks burn. He confused her, made her blush and she felt her chest heave up and down because of the kiss he just gave her. It was a natural reaction after all, nothing deeper than that. She wanted it oh so badly and didn't think much as she pressed her lips to his again and he made her fall into his bathtub. 

-TBC-