Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Bronn - Drinking

"Why do you think this guy and I will get along?" 

"Because, my dear sister, you have the same sense of humor and almost the same personality. And you and I like the same people." You scoff but grin at Tyrion all the same. 

You know what he says is true. Ever since the two of you were young, you were always hanging around with the same people. It drove your father and siblings crazy, the people you were with were usually brothel workers or rowdy people. People a lady shouldn't be seen with, let alone a Lannister. 

"I wish I could say that my taste in the people I hang out with has changed over the years, but we would both know that was a lie." You grab your cup of wine off of the table and raise it to your lips for a small sip. 

"We would. And I don't think there is anything wrong with the people you hang around with."

"I have a feeling that it may partly be because you are infatuated with a whore." He chokes on his wine and you grin. 

"How do you know about that?" 

"This is Kings Landing. I am close to people that most others try to ignore. I have eyes and ears everywhere in this castle. I could be the master of whispers if a woman were allowed to have proper seats on the council." 

"You may have more Lannister in you than even father. Yes, I'm infatuated with a woman, not a whore, a woman. If I have to call it that." A knock on his chamber doors stops him from continuing. "Come in," he calls. 

You turn slightly in your chair so you can see the person coming in. He has red hair and a square jaw, not something you often see in men here in the capitol. You can tell by the way he is dressed that he is some kind of guard or fighter. The sword strapped to him also providing proof of that. You turn back around to try to hide what you are thinking about the man. He is rather good looking. 

"Bronn, this is my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is Sir Bronn." 

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I hope you don't mind that I am not standing up. My feet and legs are killing me after the long ride to the Capitol." He plops down into the chair next to me. 

"Just got here t'day?" He starts pouring himself a drink, filling ours as well. 

"Yes, Y/N just arrived from Casterly Rock. She is to  help with the king's wedding in some way." 

"Helped sounds like I was given a choice about the matter. Father ordered me here to plan a wedding so that I could then plan my own wedding. I'm expecting it will happen sometime soon."

"To the unlucky fellow who you wed," Tyrion says, raising his. Bronn and you do the same before we all drink. 

The three of you spend hours chatting and laughing with each other. Glancing out of the windows, you realize just how late it really is. With a sigh, you stand up. You feel the drinks hitting you as the room spins slightly around you.

"I suppose I must get going. Cersei will be expecting me bright and early in the morning." 

"Bronn, could you walk her back to her chambers? Wouldn't want to worry about drunk men taking advantage of my dear sister." Bronn grins back at a very drunk Tyrion. 

"We would not want that at all. This way, my lady." He holds the door open for you and you giggle softly. 

"Why thank you." You slowly start walking to your chambers. "Bronn, how did you and my brother meet? I forgot to ask."

"I saved 'im. Fought for him at the Eerie." 

"Then I suppose I should thank you. My brother would probably not be here today if it weren't for you." 

"Suppose not." You are both silent for a minute. 

"You don't talk much, do you?"

"I talk when something needs said. And I don't know you."

"You somewhat know me after tonight. And I'm sure you talk with plenty of women without really knowing them."

"What makes ye think that?" He grins at you. 

"I'm not stupid. And if my brother likes you as much as he does, I'm assuming you and him must have somewhat similar habits."

"You're true there."

"These are my chambers," you say, opening the door slowly. 

"So soon? Now I feel like there is more that could be said."

"Said? No." You grab his arm and pull him closer to you. He wraps his arms around your waist so your bodies are flush against each other. "I think some other things are in order to happen."

His lips are on yours so suddenly that you don't have time to take in any breath. The kiss is strong and urgent, both of you knowing what you want from the other. He backs you up into your chambers, only letting go of you long enough to close the door. 

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"Will you come back tomorrow?" You watch as he dresses in the dark. The few candles you had hadn't been lit before your activities. He turns around and leans down to plant a kiss on your lips. 

"Yes. We would never leave this room if I was given the choice." You smile up at him, bringing a hand to his cheek. 

"Tyrion told me that I would like you. He said we had the same sense of humor. We might, but I can already tell that I like you for so many other reasons."