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A grunt of contentment was Dany’s only response to instant dinners. She nuzzled her head into Cersei’s neck, peppered kisses along every ridge of the woman she could reach, allowed hands to scratch down the woman’s back.

Flushed and panting heavily, she came. The dragonfire had erupted inside her - in part due to Cersei’s hands and in part due to the woman’s very presence.

“Yes, I’ve missed you,” she managed. “In case that wasn’t obvious… How about I ensure that we haven’t sent your poor brother into cardiac arrest, alright? Stay? Jaime can go to the guest room or the living room and we can go upstairs and talk a bit more?”

Eyebrow arched, Dany couldn’t help but grin. “Actually talk. Sort things out. You can spend time with Aella because she did really miss you.”

Cersei hissed in annoyance at being left on her own, but took the opportunity to poke around in the disorganised hellhole that was Dany’s refrigerator. 

Honestly, was some of this stuff Jaime’s? Her brother had always eaten like an idiot, but after so long together, Cersei had thought Dany really should know better. So much over-processed, over-sugared crap!

She slid the bin towards herself with the toe of her Louboutin and kicked the lid off. Started clearing the shelves of anything disgusting and dumped it into the trash can.

She felt better already.

She wasn’t just doing it for Dany, of course, but Aella too. She didn’t want their daughter growing up thinking all that food was actually food. 

And if Dany was still breastfeeding ... well, whatever she ate, Aella ate, too.

Suddenly she realised that Dany had been gone a while. Cersei closed the bin and poked her head up the stairs.

“Enough of your constant wailing!” Brienne frowned at the sight of the women as they dangled in the trees. It made her angry how ugly men could be. No war made such an action an acceptable one.

She wanted to cut them down, bury them under the cover of stones. Whores or no, these women deserved more kindness than to be left as food for crows. She doubted they’d seen any in life and certainly none at their deaths.

Cersei wasn’t wrong that danger lurked there, even with her skill and size she would be no match against more than a few half-trained soldiers. They ought to quickly go, and yet Brienne hesitated. She could at least cut them down, even if Cersei’s shrill hissing wouldn’t allow her to bury them.

Before she could loop Cersei’s restraints around a tree branch to secure her, loud voices broke the air as three northern soldiers came around the bend of the road towards them. With one arm she quickly she pulled Cersei to her and found the hilt of her sword with the other.

“Stay quiet,” she warned.

“What’s your business here,” one demanded as they caught sight of them.

“Stupid stubborn cow!” Cersei hissed between her teeth as they heard the men approach. “Your idiocy will get us killed!”

Then suddenly the giant beast pulled her close, close enough that she could smell the boiled leather and battlesweat on her captor’s body. Something in Cersei’s belly quivered, just a little. She smelled like Jaime.

Cersei folded her arms in her sleeves to hide her chained wrists. Turned on her most beautiful smile for the three filthy Northern men who approached them.

“We’re not stopping,” she said with a coquettish little bite of her lower lip. “My husband and I came ashore so that we might make our water. We didn’t realise there was anyone here.”

She prayed that the big aurochs was at least smart enough to keep her mouth shut so that they didn’t realise she was a woman. Or at least a vague semblance of a woman.

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Brienne’s words excited Cersei more than she dared say. To have power over one so physically capable was truly intoxicating.

“Anything?” she asked, her eyes shining in the dim light of the bedchamber. “You would break vows for me? Or take them to stay by my side and keep me safe?”

“One day, your father will die, and you will have to go to Tarth and rule there. Be the Evenstar. Would you leave that behind for me, if I asked you to?”

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“I want you inside me.” The words were a whisper in the woman’s ear. Dany brought Cersei’s hand up to her lips, pressed a delicate kiss, and then took her lover’s index finger into her mouth; sucking it for a moment before allowing it back between her legs. 

That familiar dragonfire stirred in the pit of her stomach.

Cersei had put on her show - shouted and screamed and moaned and groaned to terrorize poor Jaime - but now this was between them. Life without Cersei had been painful for far too long. She missed the damned Lannister.

“You know, my munching has gone to shit. I eat loads of snacks, all of them terrible, and I think ‘if only Cersei were here to force me into a salad!’” muttered Dany with a grin. It was a slight overstatement, if she were giving herself credit, but Cersei certainly wouldn’t approve of the half-eaten ice cream bins in the freezer…

“I’ve had to figure out how to parent all on my own. For weeks! Which means I’ve gotten very little sleep, and have - without you as a distraction - fallen back into being a severe workaholic… all to say… I’m a wreck. A very horny wreck.”

Hoisting herself up onto the counter, legs spread, Dany reveled in the woman’s spot between her thighs. Legs hooked around Cersei’s waist. She brought her into a delicious kiss. 

“I love you, I don’t want to fight. Keep going.”

Cersei gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. “You haven’t been eating ...microwave food, have you? Gods, Dany! How many times have we talked about all that poison?”

“You can’t put that shit in your body! You’re too precious and beautiful to throw it all away on a terrible diet. Honestly, I’ll call Bernadette. She’ll make you some food you can snack on while I’m not here, and -”

She caught Dany’s eye as she hauled herself onto the counter and drew Cersei close with her legs.

“Let’s not do this again,” she whispered against Dany’s lips. “Being apart doesn’t suit either of us, clearly. Nor Aella. Has she missed me, do you think?”

“I’ve missed you.”

She slid a hand between Dany’s legs, slipping her fingers deep inside her girlfriend with a wicked grin on her face. She pulled them out and brought them to her mouth to suck.

Shame flooded Brienne now, the embarrassment reflecting in her eyes and colouring her cheeks an even darker shade of pink. Why had she just allowed such a thing to happen? The queen mocked her enough. Now, she had something even deeper to scorn her with. Something intimate that Brienne had never thought she would experience.

Shaking her head, she scrambled from the bed on still-trembling legs. Gathered her clothes and dressed hurriedly. Taking a keen interest in the stone floor as she addressed Cersei.

“Your grace…this should not have happened. It was…foolish of me and I hope you forgive me.”

She wanted to run, flee the Keep, return north where she would never have to hear of her shameful liaison with Cersei again. And yet she would not leave without being dismissed. Cersei’s rage always boiled close to the surface and Brienne was cautious not to set it off.

“May I return to my chambers?”

Cersei laughed. 

“Oh dear, Lady Brienne! Have I upset your delicate sensibilities? Was that all too much like enjoying yourself?”

She got up from the bed, adjusting her hair and pulling a robe about herself, summoning all the queenly presence she could.

“Did no one tell you what poor manners it is to leave someone unsatisfied after they have satisfied you? Are you truly so rude to your queen?”

Trouble softly pulled down Cersei’s pants and undergarment, letting her fingertips trail down her smooth skin. She watched they captain for her reaction until Jaime came over and it was obvious she was no longer being addressed. She had been placing small kisses up her thighs and about to try her had at what Cersei had shown her the night before when suddenly she was being yanked up be her bare shoulders.

Before Trouble could even gain fair footing she was shoved into Jaime’s arms with a small cry. As her female lover barked the order Trouble simply stared back at her in confusion. “What? I don’t understand…” looking between the twin Trouble stood there like an idiot, unsure of what was happening or what to do.

“Kiss. Him.” Cersei repeated herself in a way that brooked no argument. “You heard me.”

Jaime’s eyes darted nervously between Trouble and Cersei. “Why?” he stammered. 

“Because I want to see her kiss you,” Cersei barked. “And I want to see you kiss her. Is that so difficult to understand?”

She shoved Trouble again, towards Jaime, who caught the girl before she could stumble. 

“Angry with you?” He spat. “Yes, I suppose I am. At you, at father, at that great cunt you’re about to wed…at the entire fucking world.”

Jaime Lannister had always been quick to anger, however oft times he had forced himself to control his rage. But not now, not as he glared towards his perfect golden twin who, no doubt, would be ruined from carrying babe after babe for that great oaf.

He had never thought of her bearing babes, at least not for anyone but him. He never wanted to be a father, of course, but if anyone’s seed were to quicken in her belly, it should be his any no one else’s.

Downing his wine, he continued his tirade.

“We had a chance, Cersei. We could have fled to Essos, lived our lives together there. But then you looked upon Robert and you fell in love. And now, instead of being mine as you were always supposed to be, you decide you want to become some King’s whore.”

He expected her to hit him, but he didn’t care. How could being struck hurt any more than what she was already doing to him?

“I’ve seen what he does to those girls in the whore houses. But they let him come back because…well, who would refuse a king who pays them so handsomely? But you…”

He advanced on her then, fighting the urge to grab her as he would a man.

“He won’t be paying you, and you can’t refuse him, as is your duty. I doubt I’ll be listening to you being fucked willingly.”

The notion of anyone forcing themselves on his sister turned his stomach, but she had chosen to ignore his pleas for them to take that boat and sail east. This was her own doing.

“In fact, I doubt I’ll be listening at all. I’ll leave the Kingsguard, since you are so adamant that this is the life you want. Father can find me a suitable bride and I will return to Casterly Rock. So yes, this is over for us. We had our chance to be together.”

He turned away quickly, so she wouldn’t see the tears that were suddenly welling in his eyes.

“Leave my chambers.”

“How innocent you are, brother,” Cersei spat. “You speak of all this as if I had a choice in the matter.”

She got up from the bed, her coquettish manner replaced with sheer venom. Fire in her eyes, acid in her mouth.

“I was supposed to marry Rhaegar, if you recall. Father was going to make the match before he married that Dornish bitch, and then again when she inevitably died in childbirth. That didn’t exactly go to plan, did it.”

“And so when the kingdom comes tumbling down and no-one’s quite sure where Father’s loyalties lie, how better to prove it than with a human sacrifice?”

“You have no idea how fortunate you are. You can choose to avoid your fate by swearing into the Kingsguard. And then you can choose to just abandon that vow when it suits you, because things got a little difficult for you to deal with.”

“How wonderful it must be to make your own choices. To choose if you marry, whom you marry, to commit for life or not.”

“I have nothing. No power in this world whatsoever. You’re quite right, my new husband can choose to be kind or cruel, to take me whenever he pleases, to have other women as well as me, to bring forth as many children as he wants without fear of recrimination or death.”

“I have no such choices, no such power. I am his subject and his slave. Desirable only so long as I am fruitful and useful.”

“If you leave me here that’s what will happen to me. I will be utterly subject to the whims of my husband and those around me. I will have no defence. No protection.”

“Or perhaps I’m entirely too sensible,” said Dany coyly from between Cersei’s legs. “One of us has got to be…” 

Ignoring the woman’s latest plights regarding her poor future sister-in-law, Dany came up for air only at the Lannister’s high compliment. She had never doubted her ability to please a woman in comparison to Jaime. Sure, he was handsome and confident and probably had a decent sized cock (she had, after all, become unfortunately familiar with it earlier that morning), but Dany was a woman.

She understood exactly how it all worked. “Thank you,” she replied. “I already know that. And if you want to scream… well, I’m at your command, m’lady.”

Poor Jaime. He would certainly be catching wind of what was happening soon, but this really was his doing. Dany had been gracious enough to allow him lodging in her house. In fact, Dany had been gracious enough to allow him and his handsy affection for Brienne the time of day far too many times…

The least he could do was provide babysitting service.

Working an orgasm out of the woman, the little Targaryen glanced upward to flash a smile. “You might’ve finished but I don’t think we’re done.”

Cersei came down from her orgasm flushed and dizzy and raw-throated from the scream she had promised. Perhaps she had over-egged it a little for Jaime’s benefit, but not much. 

Dany’s tongue was truly the cleverest and most wicked tongue she had ever had between her legs, there was no doubt about it. 

“Who said anything about being finished?” she purred, draping her knee over Dany’s shoulder and drawing her back between her thighs with her stiletto heel. She tipped her head back and cried out more and more and more, reaching a truly epic screaming crescendo that she knew would have Jaime either burying his head in the pillows or frantically wanking at the thought of what was going on downstairs.

“You make me lose control so easily,” Cersei panted, her knees quite literally trembling as she slid back to the floor. 

“I should hate that about you, but I don’t. Why don’t I hate that?”

She slid a hand up her fiancee’s thigh, teasing her with one long, manicured nail.

“I think your brother will survive…” Dany muttered, capturing the woman’s lips in a deep and heated kiss. She popped up for air, fully knowing it would frustrate Cersei. 

“Though now that I reflect on my request, it is a little cruel given the circumstances. Rocky relationship with Brienne and all of that. You really should consider calling your sister-in-law by name. She’s quite lovely when they aren’t all-hands-all-over-each-other-all-the-time.”

It was ironic that the subject of hands had entered into conversation, considering Cersei’s were expertly working their way around Dany’s chest. The woman stepped back to undress. It was the Targaryen’s turn to pause.

Dany flashed a sultry grin. “I’ve missed this…” Hopping off the countertop she made her way to the woman’s exposed neck. Kissed down the Lannister’s shoulders and sucked at her nipples before trailing pink lips down to her navel and between her legs.

Her hands offered the woman’s arse a generous squeeze before settling on the curve of her waist. 

“Quite lovely?!” Cersei laughed. “You are entirely too forgiving, you know that?”

She shoved her shirt off her shoulders, loving the way the trail of Dany’s lips over her skin made her shiver and gasp, the way her breath felt hot and moist and her eyes glittered as she looked at her. 

Gods, she was beautiful.

“You forget I’ve been forced into socialising with that huge brute of a woman. She’s as boring as she is ugly! Unless you really like conversations about the relative merits of carbon or graphite fibre-reinforced epoxy in golf club shafts, of course. If so, then she’s really your girl.”

“I’ve missed this, too,” she had to confess as she felt the soft tease of Dany’s lips dip to her belly and then between her legs.

“You’re really far, far better than Jaime, you know that?” she groaned and clutched a handful of that soft silver hair.

Impatiently, she shoved her panties down over her hips, kicked them off, noticing with amusement that they landed among Jaime’s garbage bags of possessions.

“I can’t exactly claim that I’m a saint either…” Dany’s mouth twitched into a smile. She turned off the stove and leaned back against the countertop. “I think we’re both cursed with going great lengths for people we love. As well as not tolerating when those people choose to hurt us.”

The petite woman sauntered toward the Lannister, eyes lowered to the kitchen tile, a devious smile still tugging at her full lips. “Let your brother stay in the spare room. You’re right. Brienne will come around and we’ll have this place entirely to ourselves soon enough…”

Wrapping her arms around Cersei’s middle, Dany reached a hand up to stroke the woman’s golden hair. She wondered if her fiancé knew that the usually tidy locks were standing up on all ends.

Cersei’s touch brought the little Targaryen’s eyes downward to meet her lover’s. The woman was buried in her navel. A new blush rose to Daenerys’ fair cheeks.

“How do you fancy fucking me on this countertop?”

Cersei raised an eyebrow, one corner of her mouth sliding up into a smirk.

“Now?” she whispered. “With Jaime in the other room? Aren't you worried he’ll hear us?”

She wondered if that was exactly what Dany wanted. After all, her brother had subjected her poor girlfriend to a rather disgusting display at the Oathkeeper that time with Brienne.

Turnabout was indeed fair play.

“It will do Jaime good,” she whispered as she pulled Dany close to her. “He’ll remember what he's been missing, remember what good sex between attractive people is like. Hopefully, he can let that great walrus go and find someone more suitable.”

Already her hands were working Dany’s buttons, flicking them undone and slipping in to stroke the soft warm skin beneath. She dipped her head and followed her fingers with her lips, hot breath and a warm flicker of her tongue.