ASOIAF ~ Stark!Fem Pov ~ request ~ Solace※

CW: past amputation, abuse, NSFW opening, etc.

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A moon had past since Jaime's return to King's Landing.

The city was still dirty, still stank of piss and shit and , the same way it had when Jaime first rode into it, the weight of the white cloak heavy on his shoulders, a youth of naught 16. Except there was no white cloak now.

Only rot and filth and lies.

All of which he forgot, ignored, for Cersei. Survived his prison in Riverrun, survived the Bloody Mummers, the loss of his hand, Harrenhal, - all of it, for Cersei, for her love. Yet when he returned, he found no love. Not in Cersei. Only shame and disgust.

The loss of his hand, his sword hand, the loss of Cersei, her cheating, Tyrion's trial and murder of his father, the solemn oath he swore to Catelyn Stark that dreadful night; it all piled on his shoulders like rock on rock.

It was no wonder he sought solace in the only place he could, the only person he could, even if it was a Stark. Even if it meant walking that thin line between desire and distain you so often brought out in him. It was better than the bitter loneliness of those around him. At least you didn't look at him like a cripple, still clinging to your mask of honor and politeness. A mask he was eager to break.

Jaime's left hand, his good hand, grasped onto your thigh as you squirmed on the edge of the oak desk at the coarseness of his new grown beard. He felt a sharp tug on his hair, ripping a deep groan from his throat as he dragged his tongue along the length of your . a pair of green, cat-like eyes flicked upwards, savoring the flush of your cheeks, the way you tried to tug his head away by the hair. "Sweet Wolf," Jaime murmured, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk that made you want to smack him. "Surely you aren't getting shy now."

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A/N: the request didn't go into specifics nor did it mention the gender so I went with the flow<3