Season 3 "spoilers" regarding the Kingslayer's story on why he killed the Mad King.
Brienne and Jaime aren't ever going to be anything else, but GoT wasted a perfect setting for some naughty bathtub sex.
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A high born girl is taken prisoner by the Boltons with the Kingslayer with whom she ends up spending much more time with than she could have ever intended.
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They had taken everything with a sharp tip away from me so I was more than just not comfortable with taking a bath completely naked in the Harrenhal bathhouse. I was sure that one of Bolton's filthy men were going to barge through the doors, pull me out the waters, and have their way with me from all the looks I had been getting ever since I had stepped foot in the place as prisoner to Lord Roose Bolton with the fûcking Kingslayer at my side.
But as soon as I slipped my bare body into the steaming water, I found that I didn't give a damn. A bath was just what I needed and was what my mud and grime caked skin was craving for. Yeah, I didn't give a damn about anything in the world until the sound of the door opening reached my ears. My head turned quicker than a raven's to the entrance and my hand froze on my arm where I had been scrubbing away recklessly with a wash cloth.
I was graced with the presence of Jaime Lannister himself.
"Not so hard. You'll scrub the skin off." He mused, sending a look my way as the doors closed behind him.
"What are you doing here?" I made sure that I was submerged under the water until only the tops of my bare shoulders were visible.
"I need a bath." He proved his point by slipping out of the rags he was in with a little difficulty considering his one hand disadvantage and making his way towards the edges of the tub.
I was looking. What sane woman wouldn't look.
"There's another tub."
"This one suits me just fine." Satisfaction washed over his features as he got into the water. His eyes closed in relaxation and his lips parted as he let out a hiss when his stumped hand submerged. I found myself staring at those lips a little longer than necessary. Then I traced the sharp curves of his broad shoulder with my eyes. It would have been a horrible lie to not admit that he was a handsome man even in his grimy glory.
Even his own sister couldn't fathom speaking that lie.
"There it is. There's that look." He started, taking note of the look of disgust that masked my own features. "You all despise me." I was holding my breath now when I realized he was letting his cocky façade disintegrate once again for me. "Kingslayer, Oathbreaker, a man without honor." He listed. "I got all these names from driving my sword into the Mad King's back before slitting his throat open."
