LION TRAP, game of thrones

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. shadows

Sansorr woke up to Jaime's cold, golden hand moving closer to his face. Still drowsy, he pulled the hand closer to warm it against his lips until the gold felt like living flesh.

The blond lay behind him, both arms around Sansorr, having pulled him so close during the night that Sansorr's naked back was pressed against Jaime's torso.

It was still early in the day, at least that's what he deduced from the position of the sun.

Slowly he straightened up, careful not to wake the Lannister. He succeeded and got up to get dressed again. Looking back, Sansorr wasn't quite sure how they had ended up in bed together again. Jaime had that effect on him. Despite everything, again and again.

Briefly, he allowed himself to imagine Lyanna standing with him as they watched the Lannister sleep together.

He would have liked to ask her what she thought of Jaime. Did she find him attractive? Well, probably. Jaime was the most beautiful man in the world. But did she think he was a good man? Did she think he and Sansorr could make it together? Or would she shake and slap him until he finally came to his senses?

Movement gradually came into Jaime's body and finally he straightened up, arranging his hair with a wave of his hand. His gaze briefly darted around the room, then his green eyes found Sansorr and he sighed softly. But it wasn't an annoyed sigh. It was light, light as a feather and relieved.

"Did you think I'd left?"

"A little," Jaime admitted and stood up, put the robe on, then stepped in front of Sansorr so that he could tie his belt.

"You're narrower than me there," Sansorr remarked, briefly placing his hands on Jaime's waist.

"I'm narrower than you everywhere."

Sansorr laughed a little. "Yes."

Silence spread over them again. Sansorr released Jaime's hands, but before he did, he tugged his robe into place one last time.

"I'm sorry..." Jaime began quietly, as if the words were difficult for him, "That I just watched. I just didn't know what to do. I hardly ever do when it comes to you."

Help, Sansorr thought. Jaime could have helped. But he refrained from doing so. "Am I messing with your head like that?" Sansorr laughed softly, even though he knew it sounded a bit rough.

Jaime sighed softly and rested his forehead against Sansorr's shoulder. Surprised at the intimate gesture, Sansorr couldn't do much but place a hand timidly on Jaime's back.

"Is this meaningless to you?" Sansorr dared to whisper softly.

"No... no."

"You're not meaningless to me either," Sansorr replied warmly and all doubts were forgotten.

Jaime placed his hand on Sansorr's lower back and pulled him into a kiss.

"Shit, blondie. You kiss me like I'm a woman. You still need to learn that."

A blush appeared on the Lannister's cheeks and he quickly detached himself, so that Sansorr understood that he had gone too far and hurt Jaime's pride.

"It's all right, it's all right... I'll teach you. Come back here," he grumbled softly and took Jaime's hand, pulling him towards him. The Lannister let him do it and they were soon very close again.

Only a knock at the door separated them.

Jamie went to the desk and sat down there, while Sansorr sat down at the window before the Lannister called "Come in".

The captain of Prince Doran's guards stepped in. "Your ship is ready, your fellow travelers are waiting," the muscular man announced and Sansorr rose with so much momentum that the knee of his splinted leg creaked in protest.