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-

This life with you -Doya-

Doya: This life with you

A/N: I just felt really really nostalgic.

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Oya was in the kitchen, wearing only one of Dean's tank top and a pair of boxers. She could barely sleep this time, probably because of the heat that was making her sweat more than usual. Her hair was tied on a high bun, allowing her neck to breathe and relieving her shoulders from the weight of her heavy curls. She was humming a lovely lullaby from her childhood, one her mother used to sing to her and turned around so she could face the front door. Dean ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair and leaned against the front door.

« So, now you're sneaking out of the bedroom when I'm trying to sleep? » He fake-complained, his hands crossed above his t-shirt-clad chest. It was very hot, so the older Winchester wasn't wearing his usual flannel pants. Instead, he was wearing a pair of boxers -since Oya stole his tank top to leave their bedroom-.

« Or you could simply say that you miss me, Dickhead. » She said, wriggling her brow and chuckling a little bit. Dean grinned and shook his head. Oya didn't even leave him the choice since she took her commanding tone.

« Or I could, Bitch...but I won't. » He watched as she puffed air into her cheeks and rolled her eyes. Of course, he would do that, just to see her reaction and she reacted quite fast. Her hazel eyes sized him, from head to toe before she turned around and bared her back at him, pretending to be looking for something on the kitchen's counter. « Oya.. c'mon. Give daddy some sugar. » Now, he was teasing her, bent forward as if she was a little girl and pouting his lips for a kiss.

« Are you telling me that I'm too short for you? » Oya furrowed her brows, slightly riled up as he was playing with her nerves. Whether she knew he was just messing with her and wanted her to come closer or not, it worked since she walked towards him and stood her all in front of the giant blonde.

« You're awfully short. » He teased, while his hand gently tapped the top of her bun. « You can't even reach the top of my torso. What am I gonna do with you, Oya? Maybe I could pack you in Baby when I work a case? » She would have spilled water all over him if she had been drinking. Oya was trying to find a clever come-back, something to say so he would know she wasn't playing with him, but nothing came. Nothing ever came out of her during those little games they had, which made her pout harder.

« It's unfair. You always know what to say. » A heartfelt laughter escaped the Winchester's lips and he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards his frame. That made her chuckle and put both hands on his cheeks.

« Well, I can't help but be awesome. » He straightened his back and pulled her into a hug, helping Oya push herself off of the ground and wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. « There you go. Aren't you more comfortable? »

« Pffttt... maybe. Maybe it would redeem you. » She gently let her fingers brush the back of his neck and nuzzled his nose.

« As if you could be mad with me. » He smirked as she rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

«Mmm. shut up. » She said, kissing his lips before she pulled away and bit her bottom lip. Silence settled between the two of them before she said. « I didn't mean to wake you up. I just felt very hot and sweaty. » She said with another shrug.

« I wasn't able to sleep either. It's okay. » He kissed her neck and shoulder before she gently pulled him into a hug. « I just was wondering if you were doing okay. »

« I am. It's a good day...It's a good day. » She pressed her lips to his forehead. « I've never felt this good in a long while. » She admitted before she looked at his emerald eyes.

« Yeah?  Are you still talking about the kid's case? » He lifted a brow. She shook her head.

« There's a little more. Not just the kid's being saved. I'm home. I came back to you...I care about my job, don't get me wrong, but all I think about when it's all said and done is Home. I'm alive. I'm bruised, but alive and well. »

«Oya... you're my home too. » He said, pressing his lips to hers. She ran her fingers on his cheek and gave him a sheepish smile. « I never thought I could have this, you know? You here, in my life, my partner, my home...It felt like I could never have my cake and eat it too. And you came here and you're making it look easy. » He watched as she got emotional and nodded at his words. She shrugged and planted a kiss on his forehead once again.

« Well... I guess it couldn't have been happier than now. I have the life I've always wanted. I save people, I hunt monsters... I have a family. » She bit at her bottom lip and gently smiled at him. « You are... » Her smile grew in size and made Dean feel warm in his chest. She was so sweet right now, open, relaxed, and honest. He could see the love she had for him in her eyes, in the warmth of her touch, in the soft and bright smile she had on her lips. « You are... » She repeated before she pressed her lips to his, hoping he could feel how much she cared for him. He knew...

He knew...

-TBC-

Doya: Penny for your thoughts

A/ N: Just a tender moment between these two.

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Men of Letters Bunker, Sunday night, 11:25 pm

Oya and Dean were laying on the bed, both sweaty and catching their breaths. Oya's left hand was running through her thick black mane, preventing it from falling into her face. She had pulled the sheets up her chest and was holding onto it with her right hand. Dean was on his back as well, staring at the ceiling and relishing in the brief moment of calm that settled between the two of them. He was lost in his thoughts and nobody, not even Oya could tell what he had in mind. Usually, after they had sex, Oya was always thinking of their next case or their next meal. She was thinking of what she would like to eat or the places she wanted to go and visit.

Sometimes, when her mind wasn't frivolous, Oya was thinking of her family. Of their reactions about learning their daughter had a special bond with one of the Winchester brothers. Her dad would have liked Dean's experience and focus on the job. However, he would have warned Oya about Dean's locked heart and huge emotional baggage he would think she wasn't ready to handle. Her mother would welcome the brothers into their family, just like that, because she was very loving. She would have considered them her sons and would have taken care of them. Her brother would have embraced them as well. He was a competitive man but he had a good heart.

Oya never shared those thoughts, because she was unable to communicate due to the excruciating pain she experienced whenever her family was brought on the table. It wasn't taboo per say, but it was something she avoided. Her hazel eyes shifted from left to right as the thoughts of the evening were much more pleasant. She was focused on Dean. On how he made her feel at this moment or how comfortable she was in that bedroom that somehow also became hers. Her heart was beating so fast and so hard that she was able to feel it. Sure, they just had sex but there was something else. It was the mere thought of him that had her heart speed race. It brought a sheepish smile on her face and she bit her bottom lip. In a matter of years, he took most of the space she had in her mind and filled her shattered heart with something she couldn't name. Something good, something to hold onto. In a matter of years, they had a routine that became vital to the hunter. She enjoyed going on a solo mission, kicking ass on her own and coming back bruised because she put up a big fight. She enjoyed sending him sexts and enjoyed even more when she came back home, to Sam and to him.

It made her turn around to lay on her side and look at him. Dean was still deep in his thoughts but he had a smile on his face and looked rather happy, much to Oya's liking. The blonde hunter glanced at her as he felt her gaze upon him and turned his face to look at her. Oya was smiling, which always seemed to make him happy too. She rubbed his shoulder and planted a kiss on it.

« Penny for your thoughts. » -Dean chuckled and shook his head.-

« Trust me, you don't want to be in my head. » -She pouted but kissed his shoulder again.-

« Well, if you want to scare me, you've failed. » -Oya let her fingers run over his waist and then looked up at his face.-

« I'm not trying to scare you. » He grumbled, his voice raspy from the previous romp. She smiled and cupped his cheek with the hand that once was on his waist. « I'm just saying the truth, you wouldn't want to know what's in my head. »

« I don't need to know everything you have in mind. I just wanted to know if you were feeling as good as I was, right now. » She had this intense look in her face, the one that sent Dean shivers down his spine. « And for the record, I am not scared of you... » She leaned her forehead against his chest, feeling his torso heave up and down.

Dean didn't say anything. He simply wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to his strong and taller frame. Oya felt good against him, he couldn't really explain why but he got used to having her around, in his room, in his bed, next to him and she knew he did because she felt it in her core. She felt it in the way he was looking at her or holding her at night. She felt it in the way he always knew how to calm her before she stressed out -which only happened when angels/demons or children were involved-. She felt it in the ways he made sure to bring a smile to her. The smallest gestures. He planted a kiss on her forehead and then at the top of her head before she slowly pulled away to look at him again.

« Penny for your thoughts. » He finally said after she spent almost a minute looking at him in silence.

« I am craving a cheeseburger right now. » She said, making Dean chuckle. « No, really! I am starving. You exhausted me! » She fake-complained before she felt his hand cup her cheek again.

« Well, we can fix that. » He grinned at her, making Oya blush a little and roll her eyes.

«Good because I could eat an elephant right now. »

She felt her heart beat faster than earlier and realized that it was because he had his hand on her cheek. At this very moment, she enjoyed the contact of their skins, the warmth from his touch and the intensity of his green eyes that looked at her and nothing else. Her hands laid on his chest, her fingers gently pressed against his skin as she wanted to feel his heartbeats. His heart was beating at a steady pace, maybe a little faster than usual because they'd just exhausted themselves or maybe a little slower than usual, she couldn't tell right now. She just felt it. Dean's large hand was holding onto her cheek a little harder, his fingers were lost in her thick black mane and his palm was pressed against her face. Oya smiled at the hunter and let him move forward so his lips could kiss hers. Oya kept her hands on his chest and returned his kiss, her plump lips pressed against his slowly. She enjoyed Dean's taste and the fact that his kiss was actually very tender. He took his time, interspersing them with a soft smile while she let her fingers gently scratch his chest. She pulled away from him and ran her hand up his body to hold onto a fist of his blonde mane. A chuckle escaped her lips and she pressed her lips eagerly against his.

« I want my burger now. I could very much eat something else.. » she gave him a knowing look. « But my stomach is upset and I need some fuel. » He chuckled and leaned his head against her chest. Oya wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss at the top of his head.

« I got the message. » He playfully answered.

« I know. » Oya wanted to say more.

She could have told Dean just how much he meant to her. That she chose to stay in their lives because she loved both of them. That she chose to sleep in his room for more than just because he could make her nightmares go away. That despite saying she was welcoming Death and prepared for her own demise, she secretly didn't want to die that soon because she wanted to come back to Dean and Sam... to Dean.. to him. His name made her smile whether she read it on her phone or said it. His face sent shivers down her spine. He did that to her and she didn't know how to handle that truth. Well, she did know. It felt good, there in this room, nothing could happen to them. Nothing would.

And nothing did.

-TBC-