Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Sinister Dexter - Jaime x Reader

I have called the story Sinister Dexter as 'sinister' means 'left' and 'dexter' means 'right' in Latin. I thought it worked 😊

"I wasn't expecting you........" Jaime said, as the female sellsword made her way down the steps to the platform next to the waters of Blackwater Bay, where the oldest son of Tywin sat on the low wall.

Jaime needed help; what with having no right hand anymore, he needed to be able to prove, not just to others but to himself, that he was still capable; could still fight as well has he had done before his appendage was taken from him. Yet he had never been good with his left hand, and he knew that he would have to retrain himself before he could even think about facing a proper fight again; and that was where his brother had come in.......or should that be his sellswords. The once feared golden lion not wanting the residence of the Red Keep, of the Seven Kingdoms, knowing that he was now basically useless. The former Kingsguard asking if Bronn would be willing to help him; willing to help him train. Yet it would appear that Tyrion had had other ideas; the female sellsword that he had hired at the same time as Bronn, coming to a stop in front of him.

"Well, I am sorry to disappoint you.....lefty. I mean, if Bronn is more your type, I can certainly go and find him; though I don't believe that he will be too happy about being disturbed at the moment. From what I know, he will currently be off servicing some bored lady, while her husband is hunting......or fucking his own way through Baelish' brothel. But if you want to spend this time being berated, have constant comments about you wanking with your left hand and being called Kingslayer every chance he gets, then by all means I shall go and pull him of his mount for you......." She countered before turning and making her way back up the stairs.

"(Y/n), wait........please......." The woman turning back and watching as the older lion made his way over to her.

"My apologies, I had just thought.......please, I would be glad of your help....." Jaime continued, nodding to her, before she took the few steps down to the platform.

He knew that he really shouldn't be surprised to see her; it was true that he had expected Bronn, yet given that he had seen the female sellsword not only fight with a sword in each hand, but that she could also swap her weapon from hand to hand with ease, and fight just as hard with the left as she did with the right, it would seem that Tyrion had thought (Y/n) would be a better choice; and in truth, Jaime was glad that he had. The beautiful female sellsword causing quite a stir in the capital since she had arrived with his brother and Bronn; there not a man......well, perhaps with the exception of Lord Varys, whose head did not turn as she passed, and even Jaime had to admit that he struggled to keep his attention from her, when she was close. The slayer of the mad king even finding himself thinking about her when he was alone in his chambers.....much more than he did about Cersei these days.

"Then it would appear that you are not as stupid as people say you are......." (Y/n) countered, as she drew her swords from the sheathes on her back and placed them on the wall.

"Do you talk to my brother like that......?" Jaime actually finding himself smiling at his question as she turned to look at him.

"All the time.....he pays me to watch over him, to protect him, not blow smoke up his skirt and be falsely polite. I have been through too much shit in my life to not be straightforward and truthful; I think that is why Tyrion and I get on so well......I always tell him the truth, whether he wants to hear it or not. Though if you think I am bad, you should hear what Bronn says to him......." (Y/n) continued, as she rolled up her sleeves. Jaime unable to stop himself from laughing at her remark.

"And talking about being truthful......I've seen you trying to fight, and you are shit with your left hand. If you had to face anyone that the moment, you would be dead before you could get your sword from its sheath. But that doesn't mean that you will always be shit; given a little work, you could actually hold your own again in a fight........" The Kingslayer fumbling slightly, as she threw one of her swords at him.

"We are not using training swords........?"

"Training swords......what are you....eight? Do you think that the likes of Robb Stark would use a training sword if you were to face him again. That he would agree to fighting you with a wooden sword because your right hand was left for the carrion crows to pick over.......? No. If I am to teach you, you fight with a real sword; you will learn quicker that way. I find that the notion of imminent death, is a good teacher....." She told him, taking her other sword before making her way over to him. The air around Jaime filling with her scent, as the two looked at one another; he not realising until that moment, just how good she smelt. The odour actually making his mouth water; and it didn't help when his eyes dropped to her bosom that he could see through the top of her lose shirt. The notion of drawing a nipple into his mouth and hearing her moan as his teeth grazed over the sensitive nub, filling his mind; so much so that he hadn't seen the strike coming. The lion finding himself looking up at her from the floor.

"You will do well to concentrate on more important things than my tits, Lannister. I have no intention of going easy on you; and will take advantage of your every distraction. Now.........." (Y/n) holding out her arm for him to take, helping the lion to his feet.

"Shall we begin........?" Jaime just having time to nod, before bringing up his weapon to counter her strike. He having a feeling that this was going to be a long day, as he did all he could to respond to all her other attacks. Yet still he couldn't help but smile to himself; for even though he had lost his right hand, and he was fighting like a child that had just been given his first sword, with his left, if it meant that he would actually be able to spend more time with and get to learn more about (Y/n), then perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. He sure that he would have to thank Tyrion for this, later.