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Let me just highlight:

“Your sharp teeth would pierce her tender flesh, making the vulnerable vessel explode, her blood would drip down your chin, and you would consume her, staring her dead in the eye.”

“ “Please, I don’t want you to leave it unfinished.” She didn’t want to leave it unfinished. “

“You wanted to melt into her, to touch her everywhere at once, to crawl under her skin and be surrounded by her mellowness.”

—excuse me?!?! How is that not the most beautiful thing you’ve ever read!?!? UGH *hearteyes*

Lioness

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader (nsfw)

a/n: hi!! i've spent way too much time stressing over this fic, writing smut is ugghh somewhat delightful yet so hard to not make it suck. i got inspired with 'pace is the trick' by interpol, this song makes me cry every time i listen to it and it reminds me of brienne for some reason... i feel like 'lioness' as a term of endearment is very suitable for brienne, i mean, just look at her! proofread it lots of times, but there may be some mistakes i wasn't able to catch (i will surely catch some of them later, beat myself for it and correct them). let me say that i just love when women are absolutely desperate for each other!!! anyways if you stop by to read, i hope you enjoy this one :) warnings/tags: bits of angst (couldn't help myself), mentions of blood and that stuff, but mostly soft loving smut -face-sitting (r receiving), cunnilingus, fingering. word count: 5.6k

Well I see you as you take your pride, my lioness Your defenses seem wise, I cannot press

She sat near the fireplace, her clothes damp after the ruthless rain. Her hands hugged her knees, and your words stammered in her head. Disbelief and dread swirling inside of her skull.

“Would you allow me to kiss you?”

No, she couldn’t. She couldn’t allow you, because it would give you access to her heart that she was sure you would shred into bits. Your sharp teeth would pierce her tender flesh, making the vulnerable vessel explode, her blood would drip down your chin, and you would consume her, staring her dead in the eye. She would stand there with a fathomless hole in her chest, asking herself, how she could fall for that again.

So she ran away. As soon as her legs carried her away from you, it seemed like you started a storm just to taunt her. Her boots were covered in mud within seconds, clothes dripping wet, skin of her hands prickling from the fat cold drops that attacked her with unrestrained speed. The stone road was slippery, even the wind managed to push her mighty figure from side to side, making it harder to get away from you. She was sure that you casted the strongest of spells to make her return in the false safety of your trap. Reaching her quarters, she fell to her knees, shuddering, unable to move anymore.

As Brienne ran out of your house, you were at a loss of words. You spent so much time preparing to confess to her, but it was all in vain. Of course she didn’t want anything to do with you after that. However you never expected her reaction to be so daunting. You never expected the terrified look she gave you, you never expected her to brush you off as you tried to stop her, you never expected that the softest of your touches would feel like a burn for her. When the door closed with a thud, you couldn’t hold back the tears that started flowing down your face. The cloudburst accompanied you as you sat in silence, wallowing in regret. You ruined everything. You ruined your friendship and she would never forgive you.

In your head, she was a lioness. Proud, strategic, careful. The air around her made everyone tremble, the sound of her footsteps made everyone turn their heads, whispering, too scared to approach. And you had to be the person who wasn’t afraid of her nature. You had to be the person who dared to earn her trust, to get closer to her and to make her feel safe in your arms. The person who harmed her with a selfish and reckless move, making her run away into her lair, roaring in pain.

What you didn’t know was that she ran away because she was afraid to admit that a kiss from you was everything she had ever wanted. She was scared that as soon as her feelings would no longer be implicit, you would laugh in her face and push her away like a toy you didn’t want anymore. And Brienne couldn’t make the same mistake again, she promised it to herself.

“Would you allow me to kiss you?”

In her fever dream, she allowed you. Tossing and turning in her bed, the images of you on your knees before her, worshipping her, drowning her with your sweet words. The soft lips brushing against her knuckles, your worried gaze directed at her face. Your voice echoing in her subconsciousness, pleading to come back. You were a devious witch, an alluring siren, a bloodthirsty vampire. You were a wonderful woman she loved so much that it made her completely twist her perception of you in order to escape from the intimidating reality.

You spent so much time testing the waters. It all started with respectful conversations, physical distance and formalities. Friendship blossomed unexpectedly; Brienne became more comfortable sitting closer to you, laughing at your jokes and appreciating your presence. Whenever you met, it was the highlight of the day for both of you. Learning something new about each other everyday, staying up late just to spend a little bit more time together. Sometimes you noticed how the knight looked at you, how her hand instantly found your knee whenever she laughed too hard, how protective she was of you. All of it made you imagine that your feelings could be reciprocated, that maybe your relationship could go further, if you did everything carefully.

Starting with a light teasing from time to time, you thought that it would help both of you to build enough courage. Gentle strokes of your hands across her back and forearm whenever you hugged goodbye. Leaning unbelievably close to her neck, pretending that you needed to grab something from the other side of the table. Your touches were rare, fleeting, tender. You wanted her to just snap at one point and pull you by the waist, you wanted her to say ‘I cannot do this anymore. I need you’ and kiss you senseless. The plan you came up with was too perfect, too good to ever become true.

That’s why you decided to be straightforward and just ask her. The moment was perfect, you thought. It was cloudy and chilly outside. After returning from a walk in castle gardens, you both basked in the warmth of the fireplace, curled up next to each other. Her face was so close to yours, you could just turn your head and graze her lips with your own. You couldn’t help the overwhelming feelings anymore so you asked her if she would allow you to kiss her.

Such a fool you were. All of this for the feelings that weren’t even there for her. Over the last night you recalled hundreds of moments which made you believe there was something more than friendship. But you didn’t understand her that well, it seemed. You ruined everything with your stupid, naive fantasies.

Drowning in sorrow, the next morning you sent her the books you had borrowed from her some time ago. If she didn’t want anything to do with you anymore, you would gladly help her. Just to make it up for her. Just to break the chain and tell her that you would leave her alone if she wanted it this way.

Soon enough Brienne received the books, each of them was carefully wrapped in cloth so as not to damage the leather covers. And there was a bookmark sticking out of one of them, a trace of you that you left accidentally. Returning the books, the only items that Brienne left behind in your house, was a clear gesture that the knight understood immediately. You were frustrated. You were left without a coherent answer. Imagining how all of this looked from your point of view, Brienne finally realised the mistake she had made. She finally realised that her escape must have broken your heart. If your confession was a cruel joke, you wouldn’t have returned them. You wouldn’t have even bothered to think about them, you wouldn’t have cared about Brienne and her possessions. But you weren’t like that. It was like a rediscovery for Brienne. The knight was so blinded by her fear that she forgot who you actually were. She didn’t know why she demonised you this much. The look you gave her was the most sincere, your laugh made her warm inside and your occasional touch was nothing but gentle. Both of you spent too many hours together, talking and drinking the night away, but when it came to love… she became numb.

And it wasn’t fair. She could almost hold you in the palm of her hand and yet she ran away like a coward. She was finally sure you meant it. She recognised that she could have had it all if she had just leaned closer and kissed you and allowed your hands to wander, your mouth to cherish the skin of her neck, your legs to straddle her and finally, finally…

Having received the books, Brienne couldn’t focus on her duties anymore. She completed all of them with a great struggle, thoughts of you mingling in the back of her head. After dinner, she paced her quarters, restless, rueful. She had to fix this. She had to at least apologise. Would you want to see her after she ran away from you? Would you still feel anything for her? Resentment could turn love to hatred; the knight knew it by herself. But she couldn’t just lose you over those fears.

Her insecurity couldn’t win this time, not when you were at stake.

You were profoundly confused to see Brienne standing at your door. One of the books in her hands, fingers nervously drumming on the cover. “Good evening,” she uttered, a subtle plea in her eyes.

The cruelty of Brienne’s reaction still swirled in your head. She ran away, she didn’t even give you the time to apologise and fix this. She left you without an answer, though her actions spoke louder than any words of rejection. But you loved her. Oh, how you needed her. And how relieved you were seeing her awkwardly shuffling her feet, abusing her lower lip in unhidden worry. How stunned you were at her beauty. The beauty that was hard to see for others, but too eye-catching for you. How eager you were to invite her in and start everything over.

“I brought it back.” Brienne’s voice was barely above whisper. She bowed her head in shame, knowing that last evening you were more courageous than her, and that courage should have been appreciated.

“Why?” Frowning in confusion, you stepped aside, inviting her in. You didn’t know if she wanted to enter. You didn’t think she would. But she did, closing the door behind her.

“I noticed your bookmark. You didn’t finish it.” She forced herself to give you a small smile. It was woeful.

“But I returned you these-“

“I know. I… ” she interrupted you, handing you the book and pleading with her eyes that you take it. “Please, I don’t want you to leave it unfinished.” She didn’t want to leave it unfinished.

Sighing, you took the book from her hands and pressed it to your chest. The knight still stood there, playing with the hem of her shirt. “About what you’ve said-“

Now it was time for you to interrupt her, to prevent her from finally voicing her rejection. “I understand. I hope we can still be friends. Let’s just forget about what I’ve said, I… I don’t want my feelings to be a burden for you.” You turned away from her, pretending to be interested in the sight of logs burning in the fireplace. Pain spread across your chest. You could never forget it, of course. But maybe Brienne would be more comfortable around you once again.

“No, we can’t be friends.” The calmness of her voice almost made you mad. You snapped your head back to her, so deeply hurt within seconds. But you did understand her. Because loving someone requires choosing what’s best for them. You were preparing to nod, to suppress the tears that started gathering in your eyes. “Because friends don’t want each other in the way we want each other.”

At first, you didn’t understand her. You were to object, to tell her that you could deal with your feelings and not let them interfere with your friendship. But… we? “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I am… I am so enamoured by you that it…” It made her cry her eyes out. It made her laugh, loudly and carelessly. It made her moan your name into the dark. It made her weak. It made her stronger. It made her run away with her tail between her legs. It made her come back to you. ”It scares me. And I am sorry. It was cowardly of me.”

The words she said made your heart skip a bit. You stared at her in awe, completely not expecting this kind of revelation. The idea of her being uncomfortable with your feelings had already taken root into your head. “But I thought- I thought you didn’t want me this way…” Your mind could get lost to her lips, centimetres away from your skin, but there were still some unanswered questions. “I thought that was why you left.”

“Of course I want you,” she breathed out the simplest of truths. One that had to be revealed to you or Brienne would never find peace again. “You… you have no idea how much I want you.” She pursed her lips, searching for words. “I’ve told you, I was a coward. I thought it was one of your jokes… I…” She cut herself off, recalling everything that was going on inside of her head last evening. What an idiot I am, she cursed herself. “It's so hard to explain why I did this. I needed some time to understand, to remember that you would never hurt me. And… At first I didn’t even realise how much I must have hurt you. Gods, I am so bad at this but… I want you. I am in love with you.”

Brienne’s hands covered your fingers that still clutched the book. She stood closer, her thumbs gently circled your skin. “Would you,” she whispered into your lips, “accept my feelings? Even after what I’ve done. If I wasn’t a fool, I would… I would allow you to kiss me in a heartbeat.”

“Of course,” you let out quietly, drowning in her eyes. Her fingertips against your skin set your body aflame. “Only if you promise me to never doubt me and my feelings for you.”

Brienne nodded, giving you a relieved smile. It would be hard, but she promised to herself to figure this out. The barrier between the two of you shattered, the book left forgotten on the sofa, you unconsciously put it away so that nothing could distract you from Brienne anymore.

Both of you stared at each other for a moment. Thinking of how grateful you were to have Brienne nearly in your arms and growing impatient, you released a small sound that made the knight lose her mind. She rushed to meet your lips with unhidden thirst and longing. Her big hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer, she bent down to make it easier for you to reach her. She kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you, it seemed like it had been an eternity. Your knees started to give in and one of her hands instantly caught you by the waist, pressing your body against hers. Starting rather harshly, she slowed down her movements, savouring the taste of your sweet lips, the sounds of your wet mouths, the perfect way in which her hand fitted in the curve of your waist. The gasps you made ignited a fire inside of her stomach. She needed you closer. Oh, so much closer. And a moment later she learned that the feeling was mutual.

“Take me to my bed,” you almost demanded, finally pulling away from her. Your lips tingled, eager to be pressed against Brienne’s skin. Brienne’s cheeks were rosy, her breath tickled your cheeks.

She obliged, stepping to the side just to keep holding you by the waist and nuzzle your neck while the two of you stumbled to your bedroom. As soon as you walked in, Brienne pinned you against a wall, completely drunk on you. You smiled into the kiss at Brienne’s boldness, allowing her to ravish your lips before lightly pushing her away and examining her features once again. Eyes searching for a hint of doubt.

“What’s wrong?” she murmured, stroking your cheeks.

“Just making sure you know what you are in for.” Brienne blushed at your smug words, knowing that throughout your relationship she had always been the one with the slowest heart.

“Oh, I know.” Taking a breath for a moment helped Brienne realise that she didn’t want to waste time on hesitation anymore.

“Good. But you can always stop me.” Please, just don’t run away again, you wanted to say, but it would be too spiteful.

In response, the knight just gave you a small kiss on the lips and leaned to your ear to whisper, “I don’t want you to stop. I want to watch you undress.”

Stunned at her words and the sudden dominant streak, you busied yourself with your clothes. Brienne sat on the edge of the bed, watching you unlace your dress and shrug it off your shoulders to let it fall down to the wooden floor. She could see how impatient you were to expose yourself to her. As soon as your chest was bare, you whined and clamped your thighs, feeling unbelievably wet. It wasn’t because your pink skin was finally exposed to the cool air. It wasn’t because you stroked your nipples while tracing the path with your hands down your body. It was because Brienne’s hands found your waist within seconds, and her lips pressed against your stomach in an open-mouthed kiss. She closed her eyes and revelled in the warmness of your skin against her face, occasionally licking and kissing, never letting go of you.

“You are spectacular,” she purred, feeling so small in front of your beauty. Her low voice against your skin sent goosebumps all over your body.

“Let me see you,” once again you had to tear her away from you. Your hands travelled to the laces of her shirt, methodically untying them. Anticipation gnawed at you, but you took your time, wishing to remember every second. You needed to kiss every inch of her. And Brienne just watched you and stroked your hips, completely mesmerised. Patient as ever, yet slowly losing control because of the scene before her. She wanted to take your underwear off and pull your hips towards her. To make you submit to her desire and to spread your legs just for her tongue to find your hotness and finally taste you, finally hear you moan and beg, finally feel you clutch at her shoulders and tug at her hair.

You stepped out of your dress that was unceremoniously left on the floor and pushed it aside with your foot, not caring anymore. Soon enough Brienne’s blue linen shirt and her undershirt followed the dress, revealing the work of art that the knight was. How did you live, not knowing that her broad shoulders were adorned with pretty pale freckles? How did you live, not knowing that the skin of her chest was so smooth and soft and a bit salty on your tongue? How did you live, not knowing what absolutely divine sounds Brienne made when you licked her nipples? You didn’t realise you sank to your knees before her, your lips sucking on her skin just below her breast. Finally returning to reality, you were frustrated to find Brienne still partly clothed. Teasingly, you rubbed your cheek against her knee, like a kitten, asking to be fed, and proceeded to unlace her boots. Once her boots were set aside, she took her pants off and pulled you on top of her.

However, the knight didn’t really know what she was supposed to do next. It had been such a long time since she got laid, not to mention that it had been with a man. She wanted to do so many things to you, but she wasn’t quite sure how to execute her plans. Your body seemed so fragile to her, she was afraid of making the wrong move. Seeing that she was lost in thought, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Brienne spent so much time taking care of her duties and people around her. It was time for her to be taken care of.

“Can you lay down on the pillows for me, dear heart?” Brienne immediately did what she was told, yet her legs were clenched together, palms of her hands awkwardly covering her collarbones in an attempt to hide her vulnerability. “Is everything alright?” Noticing that the knight’s body was tense, you crawled to her side and raised your hand to stroke her cheek.

“Yes,” she let out breathlessly. Mentally she cursed herself for losing confidence. Gods, where did all of her boldness go? But she did trust you. And she still wanted you so, so badly. Perhaps being honest wouldn’t hurt? “It was just… less scary in my head, I guess.” Frowning, you sat up, giving her some space. “No, no, I…” she reached her hand to pull you back. You caught it halfway through and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I don’t want us to stop, I promise. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

You chuckled against her skin and squeezed her hand. “You would never disappoint me. Just look at you. My beautiful lioness. I will take such good care of you.” The term of endearment made Brienne’s mouth open in awe. Dropping her hand, you quickly slipped out of your underwear and hovered over her, your legs settling on each side of her body. “All I need you to do is to let it go…” Brienne nodded and licked her lips at the sight of your naked sex, but you gently tilted her chin for her eyes to meet your own.

A whine escaped Brienne’s lips when you kissed her, the passion you felt for the knight seeped through the movements of your tongue against the roof of her mouth. Your lips captured her lower lip and sucked, letting go just to find her gracious neck and leave small bites here and there, never really breaking the soft skin. Brienne’s fingers grasped the sheets, and she opened up for you, succumbing to the feeling.

The sight of her, the warmness of her body, her heavy breaths, –all of this was so addicting, and made you absolutely starved for more. You wanted to melt into her, to touch her everywhere at once, to crawl under her skin and be surrounded by her mellowness. Taking one step at a time, you devoted your attention to her shoulders and arms, grazing her skin with your mouth open, finishing each little path your lips took with a wet kiss. You kissed along the visible veins on each of her arms, making Brienne thaw into the mattress. You needed to show her, to make her feel how much you absolutely adored her. The scars on her skin gained special attention, an act of worshipping Brienne’s bravery and dedication. Your tongue played with her breasts, rosy nipples swollen from your lingering kisses. Brienne was so, so sensitive at this point, it made her mewl and writhe under you.

You moved lower on her body and spread her legs to see how absolutely drenched she was already. A big dark spot on her underwear made you smirk, your hungry gaze returning to Brienne’s face to meet her own. The candle on the nightstand was one of the few sources of light in the room that allowed you to admire the shadows that played on her beautiful face.

“Please,” she begged, spreading her legs wider, not caring about anything anymore. Her underwear went down the path of her milky legs, revealing damp blonde curls and her glistening sex that you wanted to press your face against oh so desperately.

But not just yet.

Completely bare, she squeaked when your middle and index fingers parted her lips. Lowering your head between her thighs, you teased her with your hot breaths against her needy cunt. As she clenched the sheets tighter, ready to feel the warmness of your tongue, you turned your head to continue the sweet torture and started kissing the inner parts of her thighs. Gods, those thighs. You couldn’t contain the growl that escaped your throat when Brienne’s fingers buried themselves in your locks just to bring you closer to her aching core, but you resisted her strength, staying glued to the skin of her thigh, sucking a bruise there. One that would remind her how absolutely insane you were about her. Tearing away, you drank in the image of her. Absolute mess, eager and impatient and so, so wet, it made your mouth water.

When your mouth pressed against her wetness, Brienne’s stomach trembled from the ragged breaths she took. The breaths were followed by a sweet moan of pleasure, one that made your head spin. And, gods, she tasted heavenly. Tender and warm, her skin slid against your tongue oh so perfectly. Your nose buried itself in her curls and you purred, losing yourself in the process, teasing her fluttering entrance with your tongue and returning back to her clit, your eyes never leaving Brienne’s face.

She was about to burst. Her eyes were shut, mouth open in pleasure. Her back arched when your tongue entered her, sinful sounds of your chin meeting her wetness echoing across the bedroom.

“F- ah.. -ck,” she moaned, her strong hand pulling you closer. Brienne was rather quiet in bed, you noted, but even the smallest of sounds she made were honey to your ears. You wanted to hear more, you wanted to make her scream.

“Mhmm… You are doing so well for me,” you praised, replacing your greedy mouth with your digits, stroking her swollen folds. Brienne quivered at your touch, and you once again turned to her thighs, resuming the worship of her legs that you were sure could fold you in half. “So… majestic… so lovely…” you mumbled, entering her with just one finger for now. It slid in easily, making Brienne bite her lip and huff. “And all of this is what?” You looked at her, as if you were expecting an answer. The knight frowned, unable to think straight. “Right. Mine.”

Displeased with the lack of response from her, you teased her with the second finger and bit her thigh just in the spot closest to her pussy. “Don’t you agree?”

Brienne nodded eagerly, her eyes fluttered open, her hand brushed your cheek. “Yes, yes… yours, please, just…” she attempted to push your head once again, hips bucking up. “More…”

Her voice was low, hoarse, filled with utmost need. And, well, you promised to take care of her so how could you refuse to finally fulfil her desire? Two fingers in, your mouth returned to her clit, applying pressure with your tongue to deliver her what she begged for. Fervent slow strokes took turns with swift and sharp licks, your fingers thrusting in and out, roughly in and languidly out.

Brienne’s heart was beating so fast, she thought it was going to explode. Her body submitted to you, hand previously woven in your locks fell to her stomach, giving you absolute control. Her legs trembled, threatening to clench around your head, but she tried to steady herself on her heels. She frantically called your name and whined ‘don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop’ feeling the pure bliss building up inside of her, ready for the release.

Your wrist started to ache after adding the third finger. Your tongue teased the spot where your digits met her hotness just to revert to her clit once again with a sloppy kiss. Latching on her clit, you felt Brienne shiver, her body following the guiding star of pleasure. She rolled her nipple between her fingertips and arched her back once again. Mouth still pressed against her slit, you observed her, completely bewitched by the sight of her reaching her peak.

In that all-encompassing moment, Brienne couldn’t hold the tears that streamed down her temples. How good it was. How good you were for her. How solicitous, how devoted and selfless. It wasn’t just the heat of the moment, it was in every word you spoke to her. In every look you gave her even if it was under the veil of desire. And how gentle you were at that moment, carefully pulling your fingers out, stroking her sides and whispering the sweetest of words she couldn’t quite distinguish. Seconds later she saw your face above her, a fond smile on your lips. And she smiled back, and she leaned into the touch of your hand that caressed her cheek. And she kissed your palm, grateful, peaceful.

You pecked the tip of her nose and whispered, “Brienne.” Her name was an oath and a prayer, an answer to everything, a panacea.

She recognised your call and stroked your hips. “Come here.” The knight guided you on top of her, and at first you didn’t really understand where she wanted you. You straddled her stomach and she pulled you closer, higher on her body. When her lips pressed against your lower belly, hands pushing your hips just to finally line up with her face, you yelped.

“Oh… I… Ah-'' any coherent thoughts dissolved as her tongue dipped into your folds, and you could have fallen if your hands hadn’t found the headboard, if her strong arms hadn’t supported you, squeezing your flushed skin. The flat of her tongue traced the path from your entrance to your clit, and she growled at the way how drenched you were for her, presumably only from pleasuring her. Breathing heavily through her nose, she devoured you with open-mouthed kisses and lapping of her tongue.

Having watched her chase her pleasure minutes before, you were so built up already, you wouldn't last long. And you were so taken aback by the fact that Brienne was much louder when she was the one to bring pleasure. She couldn’t stop humming and groaning against your sex, and it was so hot, the delightful tightness in your stomach became almost unbearable. You tried to grind down on her, and Brienne rewarded you with pulling out her tongue just for you to use how you pleased.

She grabbed your hips to stop you for a moment and growled, “Just like that. Don’t hold back for me.” She returned to her ministrations in no time, tongue swirling against your clit, lips teasing, bringing you to the sweetest edge. Ravenous, insatiable even, Brienne grabbed your ass and pulled you rhythmically back and forth, fucking you on her tongue.

One hand gripping the headboard, you wove the other one in Brienne’s hair, trying to steady yourself. Unable to hold your body upright anymore, you bent over her, shutting your eyes. Her mouth did wonders, but you were pretty sure it was the first time she did something like this. The knight did what just felt right, observing your reaction to every movement of her mouth and adding just a little bit of her own fantasies.

“Ah.. fuck, Br- Brienne, I’m… ah,” you never got the chance to finish the sentence. A few quick hard strokes brought you over the edge, pleasure spilling out of you in the form of gradually dying down moans and gushes of wetness on Brienne’s tongue. She licked you clean and helped you to slip back to her side, her arms supporting your body. You laid on your back next to her, breathless, stunned.

“Fuck,” you uttered, staring at the ceiling. You heard a rustle of the sheets, felt a movement beside you. When you turned your head, you saw Brienne staring at you with her magnificent sapphire eyes, her chin covered in your wetness. It made you chuckle.

“What?” she whispered, unable to hold a small smile of her own.

“Here.” You reached out your hand to take the knight by her chin and pressed your tongue against her skin, cleaning it up. It made her blush. How adorable. Once you were satisfied with your work, you pulled her in for the sweetest of kisses.

“Will you stay for the night?” you asked, shyly.

“Yes,” she replied, a delighted spark in her eyes. “But I have to leave early in the morning. Cannot be late for patrol, can I?”

“Thank you for warning me.” There was a strange smile spreading across your face. “I would be heartbroken to wake up alone.”

Realising what you implied, Brienne’s expression turned almost guilty, “Are you… are you still upset with me?”

“Still?” You frowned, your eyes snapping from your fingertips that stroked her shoulder to her eyes. “I wasn’t upset with you. I was upset with myself… well, maybe a little bit confused by you… Regretful. But now I’m glad... that all of it happened.”

Brienne shifted closer, her thumb lightly touching your temple, “I’m glad, too. Still, I am sor-”

Your lips pressed against hers, longer than was really necessary to shut her. “None of that. I understand.” You watched her face as if you were stargazing, your eyes admiring every detail that was visible under the dim light, finding something new with each passing moment. “But really, I don’t want you to leave in a hurry every morning. I mean, if you would like to stay again… I just thought… I would like to spend my nights and mornings with you, is that alright?”

Brienne smiled at your little pauses, her understanding look soothed your worries of being too forward. “I would like that very much as well. We’ll think of something.”

A part of you wondered how everything changed so fast, while a part of you, looking back at the months you had spent dreaming of her, was relieved that, finally, you were in the arms of the woman you adored. For Brienne, it was the first night in many months she was able to fall asleep without second thought, without gruesome visions and without imagining you holding her –because you were already there, nestling your head under her chin and softly breathing against the skin of her neck.

#OHMYGOD #THIS IS GORGEOUS #i loved every second of this #I will be rereading this like…all the time

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