Jaime had rarely been able to keep his hands to himself when it came down to you.

Your relationship was a secret to most, if not all. It wouldn't be proper of either of you to fall in love in the world you lived in.

You were part of the royal family, he was your sworn protector. So, so wrong.

But that never stopped your torrid afair, especially now.

After a fortnight apart, you had just returned home to the Red Keep from Dorne. Possible marriage prospects and whatnot. While Jaime had to stay behind.

Jaime could hardly wait once you reached your chambers.

He stood behind you, caressing you, kissing his way down your spine onto his knees. Before biting at the flesh of your rear.

"Jaime!" You scolded, taken aback by his sudden bite.

"What, dearest? I am a lion after all." He teased, nuzzling his head against the small of your back.