GoT (modern): "Something sweet"

 A/N: Can't really forget about these two, now can I? 

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Jaime couldn't sleep that night. He was too busy trying to sort out his emotions. After Bäahal was assaulted, the Lannister was restless. She saw a side of him he wasn't really proud of. Jaime was a hot-head. He was impulsive, he was ready to do anything to protect those he loved, which could always lead to a fight. She saw his anger on the night he picked her up from the party, his eyes were burning with rage but he made sure to put her to safety first. That night, Jaime watched as the young woman slept in his bed. He couldn't sleep, so he opted to pull an all-nighter. His phone buzzed all night from the tabloids fighting to be the first to publish details about the incident. He saw her bloody face, the sheer terror in her eyes right after she had kicked her assailant in the groin. He saw how lonely she felt despite being surrounded by the guests of the party. The pictures were awful and it made his guts churn. 

Jaime was attached to the young woman. It would be lying to say that he didn't care about her. The "Highgarden Incident" as she called him bothered him to a level he had not anticipated. He was angry at Daenerys for forcing her sister into such a situation. He was angry that he wasn't there to protect Bäahal. He was angrier at Bronn for calling him and talking about all the nasty things he wanted to do to /his/ Bäahal. Just the thought of another man touching her, teasing her, fucking her was enough for the Golden Lion to lose his mind to blind rage. He felt it in his chest, the burning desire to protect what was his...who belonged with him. The primal possessivity of his only crept out when he was genuinely into someone. He was into Bäahal, that was the moment he realized he was. 

His first reaction was to ignore her for a while. He didn't reply to her texts, didn't take her calls, basically ghosting her to the point that she rushed to his place to have a word with him. His first reaction betrayed his emotions for the young woman. He missed her, cursed himself for his impulsive behavior, and wished she would come to their secret lair uninvited like she so often did. With her not coming, he was starting to feel that something was missing and his house felt lonelier. He was used to spending time with her by now. He was used to hearing her laugh, to see her smile, and to cooking together. He was used to sleeping next to her warm cuddly body. He was used to her gentle touch, her hands running over his sensitive skin, massaging his bearded chin, his scalp, and the rest of his body as she pleased. He was used to her soft voice whispering lovely nothings. And for a while, he didn't have it and realized that he was craving it. He was craving her.

However, since the party incident, things took a turn to the worst for Jaime. He knew he was hooked on her because on top of the righteous anger he had when he saw her bruised face, there was also the dire need to protect her from harm anyway he could. He had thought about asking her to come to settle with him but was stopped in his thoughts by the cruel reality of their lives. They were heirs to the two richest families to ever grace the world. They were "enemies" by birth, automatically taking upon their parents' beef. Well, in theory, because in reality, they didn't care about their last names or the family history. They didn't care at all but their siblings did. Aerys II might have died, there still was his father Tywin Lannister and this man would do anything in his power to ruin this relationship if he could. 

Relationship... Jaime caught himself smiling softly at the idea. They were seeing each other, yes, and there was a connection he couldn't quite define but could we talk about a relationship so soon? She seemed to be on board with it, but he wasn't sure. She kept holding back her words, picking carefully what she was about to say (but only when it came to the true nature of her feelings for him). It felt as if they danced around the elephant in the room. They loved each other. They were genuinely into one another and they were slowly but surely building a life together. Yet, they danced around it and avoided talking about their feelings. They avoided talking about what Jaime did out of fear that it could ruin things. She wasn't happy he hurt that man, not because she cared about the man but because she didn't want Jaime to be consumed with rage. They didn't see eye to eye about it, but he understood her concerns. 

"I am happy with you." -She finally whispered, rolling on her side as she was half-awake. Jaime turned his head to look at her.-

"What?"

"I said...I am happy with you, Jaime Lannister. Regardless of what happened recently.. regardless of our family's historical beef... I am happy with you."

He turned around and gently laid on his flat, so he could look at her face. Some silver strands had fallen on her face, so he slowly put them behind her ear. A tired smile crept on her lips and she gently cupped his cheek. Her beautiful purple eyes stared into his emerald ones and she nodded quietly. She was content because she knew that Jaime cared for her. She trusted him and believed his words. Her love for him was so blatant that even a blind person would have seen it. Jaime did. Bäahal did, but she still chose to tread carefully. After all, they weren't safe out there. She sighed but smiled at him. 

"It's good to know. I'm happy with you too. You've made this place something sweet, Bäahal."

"Something sweet?" -She lifted a brow and chuckled softly.- "You mean, that it's also a little bit my place now, right? I left a few things here..."

"You settled nicely. I like to see your things at our house."

"Our...Jaime... This is /your/ house, I'm a guest here." -She gently said, smiling at him warmly. He gently leaned his forehead to hers and shook his head.

"It's ours...If you want to." His voice was laced with emotion and barely audible, which had Bäahal open her purple eyes widely. 

"I do. You said it yourself, this place has turned into something sweet and I want to try it for as long as I can. As long as you want me to be here." -She gently pressed her lips to his and wrapped her arm around his chest, pulling him into an embrace- "Don't let go of me, please..." -she whispered in her soon-to-fall-asleep tone.-

"I don't intend to." 

He reassured her, his hand now stroking her silver hair. How could he do such a thing? How could he let her go? She made his life better, just by being there. She soothed his heart and cleared the bad thoughts from his mind. He wanted to have her in his life, and even more at home. That was something he'd rarely felt for someone but Bäahal wasn't your regular person. She was something more, something sweet.

-TBC-