Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story. This chapter a bit long, since it includes the wedding and wedding night. There is some smut at the end so, if that bothers you, it shouldn't be too difficult to figure out where to stop reading.
Sansa woke up and looked around her bedchamber, though after today it would be her bedchamber no longer. Today was her wedding day. Ever since she was a very little girl, Sansa had dreamed of her wedding day. Her dreams did not include a wedding that would be attended by not a single family member. Her dreams certainly didn't include being given away by the evil king who beat her and tormented her; who ordered her father killed. And Sansa had never thought that she would marry Jaime Lannister. The Kingslayer.
It was still dark, so Sansa curled up against her pillow and thought about Jaime. She'd never tell him – he was already far too arrogant – but she thought him the most handsome man in the seven kingdoms, missing hand or no. Sansa was nervous about being bedded by him tonight, despite her attraction. She thought about what it felt like to kiss him yesterday. She was glad that he had done it because it made her a little less nervous about being his wife. He was gentle with her. She hoped he would also be gentle when she was in his arms tonight. He told her that he was going to bring her pleasure, and when he said it, she had felt a strange tingling low in her belly.
When the sun rose, she forced herself to leave the warmth of her bed so she would have some time alone before the handmaidens arrived to dress her for her wedding. Sansa stood before the large looking glass in her room and studied herself. She wondered if Jaime saw her as a girl or a woman; if he truly wanted her as his wife. She pulled off the thin sleeping gown she wore and turned around, looking at the angry slash marks across her back. There were a few on her bottom and the back of her thighs. Some of the marks had healed to thin white scars, others were still a dark pink and a few were fresh – from the night Ser Jaime returned. As she looked at her body, Sansa was overcome with shame. Joffrey had made her so ugly. Tears filled her eyes as she realized that Jaime would see these marks on her body tonight. She didn't want Jaime to think her ugly. Sansa put on her dressing gown and sat on the edge of the bed, and dried her tears. She couldn't appear sad today.
Before long, her own handmaiden, as well as several of the queen's, arrived to prepare her for her wedding. While Sansa was bathing, Cersei barged into her bedchamber and shooed away the maids, sitting beside the bath. Sansa decided that Cersei was either still drunk from dinner the night before, or she had started drinking very early, because the odor of alcohol assailed her senses when the queen regent got close to her. "Did your mother prepare you for the marriage bed, sweetling?"
"Yes, your grace," she said wearily, not wanting to have this conversation with the queen. She did not want Cersei's advice about bedding Jaime; especially given the rumors about their relationship. The idea that Jaime had been with the queen regent – that he was Joffrey's father - troubled Sansa, though she'd not had the courage to ask him if it was true. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the truth. It would only make it more difficult to go to Jaime's bed if she knew for certain that he was bedding the queen regent.
"I doubt your mother prepared you for Jaime. He is a warrior, or he was, before his hand was chopped off. Don't be surprised if he fucks you rather brutally tonight. I expect he hasn't had a woman in months." If Jaime hasn't been with a woman in months…that means he's not been with the queen. I suppose that's reassuring. "You find him handsome, don't you, little dove?" It came out as more of an accusation than a question.
Sansa nodded. "Ser Jaime is very handsome. And he's been very kind to me," she said quietly.
"Men are often very different in the bedchamber than they are out of it. The passion takes hold of them and they don't think about being gentle. You're best not to fight Jaime – let him do as he wishes to your body." Sansa began to feel sick as she listened to Cersei's words. "It is your duty to let him bed you. And you will do your duty, won't you little dove?" Cersei didn't wait for her answer. "Stand up."
Sansa did as she was told, rising from the bath water and stepping out. The handmaidens returned and Sansa tried to avoid the look in Cersei's eyes as she stood there naked while the handmaidens dried her off and powdered her body. The queen motioned for Sansa to come to her, which she did reluctantly. Cersei moved toward her, a bottle of perfume in her hands, and the queen applied perfume to her neck, her wrists and her nipples before studying her from head to toe. "I suppose you'll do well enough for him to breed with." She sat beside Sansa as her handmaiden Pia did her hair.
"Our mother died when we were very young, you know. We were both only four years old. Jaime has always longed to be mothered. He's never understood that love is a weakness. That it brings nothing but pain. He's always been far too sentimental." Cersei's eyes narrow at Sansa. "Don't expect him to love you, though. He'll fuck you, he'll give you children, but he won't love you." Cersei rose from her seat, standing behind Sansa. "Make no mistake about why he's marrying you. Once your traitor brother is dead, you will be heir to Winterfell. My father couldn't allow the North to fall into the wrong hands. Jaime is merely doing his duty to his family." With those final words, Cersei left Sansa's room in a swirl of red silk, leaving Sansa alone with the handmaidens.
Sansa watched in the mirror as her handmaiden, Pia, threw out the queen's handmaidens, insisting that she would prepare Lady Sansa for her wedding. Pia helped her into a silky shift, which was much fancier than what she wore everyday, before she returned to Sansa's hair, weaving in a handful of jeweled pins.
"Don't listen to her, m'lady. I don't know why she's trying to scare you, but she's not speaking true," Pia said quietly. "Ser Jaime is a good man."
Sansa met the girl's eyes in the mirror. "You know him?"
"I lived at Harrenhal for as long as I can remember. I was there when he was recovering from the loss of his hand. He's been very kind to me, taking me away from there. Though he would hate my telling you."
Sansa smiled to herself. That is very like Jaime. He hates anyone telling him he's good or honorable. "You heard what the queen said to me?"
"I did, m'lady. Forgive me for being forward but…you should not fear him bedding you tonight." Sansa turned and looked at her. "I have been bedded. Many times and…you should not fear it. All men are not brutal in the bedchamber. I'm certain that Ser Jaime will be gentle with you m'lady."
Sansa felt herself blush, though she appreciated the girl's words. "Thank you," she whispered.
When Pia finished dressing her, Sansa stood before the large looking glass in her chamber and nearly gasped. She looked like a princess – as she had always wished to look on her wedding day, all white satin and silver stitching. The pins Pia had worked through her hair sparkled in the light. Pia moved towards her to drape the white maiden's cloak, a silver direwolf stitched on the back, over her shoulders. Sansa wished that she could pretend that everything was as it should be – that this was the wedding day of her dreams – but she could not.
I want my mother.
Several Lannister guards escorted her to the Great Sept of Baelor. She supposed that Lord Tywin was worried she would try to escape. Or perhaps that her brother would come to save her. As she walked up the stairs of the sept, she stopped for a moment, looking at the spot where her father was killed. The moment that changed her life forever. She'd long ago stopped wondering where she would be right now if Joffrey had kept his promise and spared her father's life – there was no point in longing for something that would never happen. She knew that her father would not be happy at her marriage to Jaime Lannister, but she was doing what she needed to survive and Jaime was the only one who could help her. He was the only one who wanted to help her.
"My lady," a guard said, interrupting her thoughts and taking her arm to hurry her along. She nodded, continuing to climb the steps. She stood, waiting to walk down the aisle, and looked at Ser Jaime, waiting for her at the altar. He looked so handsome and perfect. She couldn't help thinking that a year ago, this would have been all that she ever wanted – to wear a beautiful gown and marry a handsome knight. Ser Jaime was what she had always dreamed of. Her only regret was that he was a Lannister.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Joffrey appeared with his typical evil smile and offered his arm. She reluctantly took it, hoping that they could walk down the aisle in silence, but she did not truly expect it to be so. He spoke quietly to her as he escorted her. "My Uncle Jaime is to lie with you tonight. Though I had thought to demand the right to have you first, as king." Sansa felt her heart stop when he said that. "When Uncle Jaime has had enough of you, I'll make him bring you to me. Then you'll finally get to know what it's like to have a king inside of you."
She tried to ignore Joffrey's foul words and not allow her face to betray what she was thinking. Sansa told herself that Jaime was telling her the truth when he said that he would not bring her to Joffrey's bed. She glanced around the sept. There was no one here to stop this wedding. No friendly faces. Robb had not come for her. The only man who could save her was Jaime.
Standing at the altar, watching Sansa walk towards him, Jaime couldn't help wondering what she was thinking. He didn't imagine she ever thought she'd marry a virtual stranger with not a single friend or family member in attendance. Why is it always the innocents who suffer the most? He knew that the girl liked him – was attracted to him even. But he wasn't so much of a fool as to believe that she was excited to marry him. He knew she'd happily return to her family, were Robb Stark to arrive and demand her return.
Jaime saw Joffrey whispering to Sansa as he walked her down the aisle. He could only imagine what he was threatening her with. Jaime took her hand as soon as she was within reach, squeezing it reassuringly, since she looked absolutely terrified. Sansa met his eyes and reached for his right wrist and squeezed it in response, before taking the metal in her hand. She is very sweet, he thought. I shouldn't be marrying such a sweet girl.
The ceremony itself went by in a blur. Jaime had been to countless weddings and he'd never once paid attention to the vows. He made a point of listening to them this time. He'd broken so many vows in his life – he thought perhaps he could keep these. Sansa deserved that much. Her voice was very quiet as she said her vows. He noticed that she wouldn't look anywhere except at him, or down at their joined hands. She must hate everyone in this room. And with good reason. She still seemed so afraid. When it came time to remove her maiden's cloak, and place the cloak of House Lannister on her shoulders, Sansa silently helped him with the clasps. When he leaned in to kiss her, Jaime gently rested his hand against her cheek and claimed her lips, kissing her softly before tangling his hand in her hair to hold her close while he whispered in her ear. "Don't be afraid."
She nodded, clutching his arm as they prepared to leave the sept. Jaime glanced at Cersei and saw the rage and jealousy in her eyes. Now you know how I felt when you married Robert. How typical for his sister to be jealous when she didn't even want him – not really. She just didn't want Sansa Stark to have him. She didn't want to lose someone that she could manipulate into doing her bidding. Jaime expected his clear tenderness toward his bride was what had set her off. He looked down at the scared girl on his arm. He couldn't worry about Cersei. There were plenty of men who could soothe her. His priority had to be the comfort of his new wife.
The wedding feast was a small affair, much to Jaime's relief. Sansa didn't say much, quietly sipping her wine and only eating a few bites of food. Despite his reassurances, he could see that she was very nervous and scared. He supposed their wedding made everything real and final. They were bound together forever now.
Jaime felt her eyes on him and turned his head, meeting her eyes. "Are you all right?" She nodded, trying to smile. "You can do better than that," he gently teased, taking her hand and kissing it. "Do you know how many women would gladly trade places with you?"
She smiled despite herself. "You're not very modest, Jaime."
"I've never seen the point in it. Do you suppose I could have a dance with my wife?" Jaime wasn't much for dancing, but he imagined a young girl like Sansa enjoyed it. And it would allow him to hold her and reassure her a bit.
She took his hand, a relaxed smile on her face, and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. Jaime took her in his arms, and saw that she was happy on the dance floor. "I've been remiss in telling you, that you look magnificent today. And I imagine there are many men who would gladly trade places with me. Most men could only dream to have such a beautiful, sweet little wife." She smiled at his compliment.
"Thank you. For being nice to me. Seeing to my comfort."
Before he could respond, Garlan Tyrell tapped him on the shoulder and Jaime turned Sansa over to him, walking back to his seat. He watched as Sansa happily danced, and relaxed a bit. He didn't like the thought of her being plunged into misery the moment they married. Cersei wandered over and dropped into Sansa's empty seat.
"She seems happy enough," Cersei muttered, refilling her wine. "Though she always was rather simple-minded. I suppose some men do like that."
"You confuse being kind and good-natured with being stupid. And I feel certain she will not spread her legs for every man who passes the moment my back is turned. Unlike you," he said, looking at his sister pointedly.
He saw shock pass through her eyes briefly, but Cersei recovered well enough. She would never show weakness. Never show fear. "You've always been a sentimental fool," she whispered. "I do what I have to, for our future."
Jaime laughed bitterly. "Not for our future. To get more power for yourself."
"I had the misfortune of being born a woman. And my most effective weapon is my body." She turned to him, resting her hand on his. "But I've only ever loved you. Felt complete with you."
He supposed he should give her credit for not denying it. But there was nothing she could say that would tempt him back into her bed. He didn't have the chance to tell her that because he saw Joffrey approaching Sansa and abruptly pulled his hand away from Cersei and went to the dance floor, taking Sansa in his arms again with a warning look at the boy king. "I hope you've had enough dancing…I believe the feast is near over." He noticed Sansa stiffen in fear, and heard Joffrey eagerly speaking to his guards of the bedding and stripping the bride naked.
"Shall we skip the bedding and retire to my chamber now," he whispered in her ear.
He saw the gratitude in her eyes as she nodded and allowed Jaime to escort her from the dining hall. He caught Tyrion's eye and saw him nod with approval – at least Jaime had done something right. He wasn't able to spare her marrying into house Lannister. Nor would he spare her maidenhood. But he wouldn't allow Joffrey to harm her ever again.
Once they reached his bedchamber, Jaime bolted the door and moved to pour them each a goblet of wine. He turned back to Sansa and saw that she was standing in the center of the room, her eyes roaming over every surface until she finally focused on his bed. Jaime felt as if he could almost reach out and touch her fear and nervousness. He handed her the wine and she started to sip it.
He sighed to himself. He had toyed with the idea of giving her some time before bedding her, but ultimately decided against it. Perhaps if he were a better man. The fact was, he wanted her. And when he thought about her little looks at him, and her response to his kisses the day before, Jaime knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep in the same bed as Sansa without taking her. He was never one to postpone the inevitable. He thought it best to get it over and done with.
Jaime took off his doublet and tunic, dropping them to the floor. He looked over at Sansa and saw her eyes moving over his bare chest, her interest clear. She met his eyes and blushed, seeing that he'd noticed her appraising stare. Jaime couldn't keep the smirk off his face. "Why do you blush, little wife? Now that we're married, you're well within your rights to examine my body. As closely as you like." Sansa didn't respond, but he saw a little smile playing at her lips as she turned to put down her wine goblet.
Jaime took a drink from his own goblet as he watched her. He knew she would want him to gently make love to her. It was the least he could do for her. Jaime put his goblet down and moved behind her, pulling the pins out of her hair until it fell to her shoulders. Then he began slowly unlacing her dress with his left hand. He felt her tense and stopped, resting his hand against her back. "Better just me seeing you naked than the whole court… than Joffrey, right?" He saw her nod and felt her force her body to relax.
Jaime continued unlacing her dress. It was a slow process, as he only had one working hand, but Jaime made the most of the slow pace, trailing his fingers over her skin as he unlaced her until her dress fell away. Sansa stepped out of it and Jaime tossed the dress aside, leaving her in only her shift with her back still to him. He was about to go ahead and take off her shift as well, but he could see her trembling. Jaime knew it was fear, not desire, that was making her tremble. "You have nothing to be scared of," he whispered, placing a kiss on her shoulder. He allowed his eyes to roam over her body and saw scars criss-crossing over her back and suspected they continued beyond what was visible with her shift on. "Did Joffrey do all of this to you?" he asked, running his finger over the scars.
"The Kingsguard," she said quietly. Jaime took a deep breath to control his anger. "Don't look at it," she said, turning to face him and concealing her back from his view. "It's ugly."
He saw that she was ashamed of her scarred body. "You can see that I have scars as well, Sansa," he began gently, moving closer to her.
He watched her eyes move over his chest. "Did you get all of these in battle?" she asked.
"Something like that," he said, not wanting to tell her about his experiences with the Bloody Mummers. He took one of her hands and placed it on his chest. "Go ahead."
She was hesitant to touch him, but didn't move her hand away, slowly moving it over his chest. He knew that she wasn't immune to him – when she'd first seen his bare chest, the desire in her gaze had not gone unnoticed. Jaime tried to keep from showing the amount of lust he felt as she softly touched his chest, and he allowed his eyes to roam over her semi-dressed body. Her touch was almost painfully gentle as she traced over the lines of his muscles. If she were to look at his crotch, there would be no hiding his arousal.
"Come sit with me by the fire." Jaime took her hand and walked over to a large armchair before the already roaring fire. He pulled her into his lap and smiled at her little squeak of surprise. She met his eyes nervously and Jaime gently ran his finger over her cheek and down her neck. As his eyes followed his finger, he saw a small scar on the side of her breast, only visible because of the low neckline on her shift. Jaime softly traced it with his finger. "What happened here?"
"Joffrey had a knife and I didn't stay still. I was afraid and…I'm sorry that my body is so scarred," she said, her eyes beginning to fill with tears.
"You have nothing to be sorry about," he said, wiping her tears. "Your scars don't make you any less beautiful. They show how strong you are…how brave." She looked as if she didn't believe him.
"You don't think my body's ugly?" she asked quietly.
"You could never be ugly," he said, his eyes roaming over her. "Are you repulsed by me?" She looked at him questioningly. "I have more than a few scars…I've lost a hand. Does that make me ugly to you?" Jaime asked the question as if he were simply making a point to her, but the truth was, it was difficult for him to ask. And he very much wished to hear her answer. Part of him feared that Cersei was right when she told him that Sansa would be repulsed by his stump. That she would reject him as well.
She immediately shook her head. "No, you are…" she trailed off, looking down at her lap. "I think you are very handsome." She spoke quietly, a blush on her face.
"And I think you are remarkably beautiful," Jaime said as he kissed her gently. She returned his kiss, threading both of her hands into his hair. Jaime moved his mouth from hers and lowered his head to kiss her breast, right over the scar. Jaime kissed her skin again, with more force this time and heard her breath catch. He smiled to himself as he pulled down her shift and kissed all over her breast as Sansa gasped in pleasure.
Jaime raised his mouth to hers, claiming her lips and easing his tongue into her mouth. Sansa shifted in his lap, moving closer to him as he kissed her and Jaime softly caressed her exposed breast. He was relieved that she wasn't resisting and seemed to be enjoying his kisses and touches. She evidently noticed his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she pulled away from him, glancing toward his lap.
"Let's go to the bed," he said with a smirk, his voice deep with arousal. He rose from the chair, placing Sansa on her feet.
Jaime took off the rest of his clothes and walked, naked, towards his bed. He glanced back at Sansa who was still standing in front of the fireplace, her shift pulled down to expose one of her breasts, and her lips swollen from his kisses. She has no idea how alluring she looks right now. How much I want her. She didn't notice his gaze because her eyes were moving over his body. Jaime would have wagered she'd never before seen a grown man naked, and felt his arousal increase even more as her curious eyes moved over his body. He saw her eyes focus on his cock and abruptly look away, a blush on her face.
He chuckled. "You needn't be embarrassed to look at my body. You'll not faint dead away at the sight of my cock." Jaime saw her scowl at his choice of words. "Still the proper lady…" He sat on the bed. "I believe I'd prefer you to be improper here in my bed. Are you going to join me?" Sansa slowly walked over and stopped in front of him. "You're not going to leave me naked all by myself, are you?" he asked with a smirk.
She reached for the hem of her shift and slowly pulled it over her head, dropping it on the floor. She shifted on her feet nervously and Jaime forced himself to stay where he was, fighting his desire to pounce on the naked girl in front of him. Her eyes fastened on his face as Jaime hungrily looked over her body. She certainly has the body of a woman. He reached out and took her hand, gently pulling her toward him. "You know that I want you? That I'm attracted to you?" He saw her shiver at his words and glance at his lap again before nodding.
Jaime slowly moved his hand up her body to cup one of her breasts before raising his eyes to hers. He watched her face as his thumb moved over her nipple before he slid his hand back down her body, gripping her ass with both his hands – flesh and metal - to guide her onto his lap. Instinctively, Sansa rested her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling. Jaime kissed her neck, and then continued to kiss down her body to her breasts. He felt her grip tighten on his shoulders as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He moaned in the back of his throat as he suckled on her until he heard her sigh in pleasure.
Jaime laid her back on the bed, caging her beneath his body. He just looked at her for several moments, scanning over her icy white skin, her fiery hair, and her pink lips, cheeks and nipples. He met her eyes. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like…making love with your lord husband, Sansa?" She nodded shyly and Jaime leaned forward, gently pressing his lips against hers. "Have you thought about making love with me?"
"Yes," she whispered quietly. "Have … have you thought about me?"
Jaime smiled, kissing her again. "I've thought about having you in my bed quite a bit." He lowered his mouth to hers and she kissed him back. He deepened the kiss, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck. Jaime continued kissing her and felt himself become more and more aroused. He was surprised at how much he wanted this sixteen year old girl. He kissed down her body and gently parted her thighs with his hand and felt her stiffen. Jaime looked up and saw fear in her eyes.
Jaime moved back over her, kissing her mouth and whispering in her ear. "I meant what I said the other night. I'll bring you more pleasure that you ever thought you'd receive from a Lannister…or any man. I promise. I'll be gentle."
Jaime moved down her body, settling between her thighs and slid his good hand beneath her back, arching her breasts toward him. He began kissing and suckling her breasts until she was whimpering beneath him. Jaime felt her wetness against his belly and moved lower, kissing a path from her breasts and down over her stomach. He moved one of her legs over his shoulder and kissed her inner thigh. Jaime glanced up and saw her watching him. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he swept his tongue over her warm wetness and her eyes widened in shock.
"Close your eyes," he told her in a soft, seductive tone. "Don't think about what I'm doing to you. Just feel. It will feel good. I promise."
As he moved his mouth back to kiss her soft folds she surrendered a little bit. Jaime opened his mouth, licking her lightly, then with more force, eventually pushing his tongue inside of her. Her moans filled the room and Jaime felt his cock harden even more at the sounds of her obvious pleasure. He slid one finger, then another inside of her and groaned to himself at how she felt around his fingers. Her hands tangled in his hair as he continued tasting her and he felt her foot moving against his back. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, and knew that she was reaching her peak. Jaime sucked on that little button where all her pleasure gathered and heard her cry out before she began to softly moan his name in pleasure as her body spasmed around his fingers. He continued licking at her until finally Sansa melted into the bed, trying to catch her breath. I bet your mother never told you about that, Jaime thought as he kissed her thigh one more time.
As she was coming back to earth, her body still trembling from pleasure, Jaime decided she was as relaxed as she was going to get. Jaime crawled over her, his cock hard as a rock after listening to her respond to his touches and kisses. Jaime took himself in hand as he prepared to enter her. He pressed against her entrance and watched her face to gauge her reaction. Her eyes popped open and locked on his. "Stay relaxed, Sansa." He kissed her once more. "Tell me if I hurt you."
She nodded as he moved off her slightly, guiding his cock inside of her. Jaime slowly pulled one of her legs around him, curving it around his hip. He felt her eyes on him as he slowly entered her. "Just breathe. Don't fight it." She gasped as he broke through her maidenhead, though he barely heard her over his own groan of pleasure. Her nails were digging into his shoulder and was certain she was leaving marks.
Jaime felt her body tense from the pain and he covered her mouth with his own, gently kissing her. "You feel so good, Sansa. Give it a minute. The pain will pass." Sansa's eyes were fastened on his and he could see that she was looking to him for comfort and, he feared, love. Jaime buried his face in her neck so he didn't have to meet her eyes, the emotion in her gaze making him feel things he didn't want to feel. He pushed aside these uncomfortable thoughts and feelings, and concentrated on the pleasure her body was giving him.
Jaime began to slowly thrust his hips, the feel of her firm body and soft breasts beneath him increasing his pleasure. Her gasps of surprise and slight pain slowly changed to gasps of pleasure, in time with his own groans of satisfaction. She feels incredible. I almost forgot how good this feels. He dug his hand into her hip, pushing her so she saw how he wanted her to move her body. After a few more thrusts, she began to move with him and Jaime moaned in pleasure.
Jaime shifted his body so he was rubbing against her pleasure spot. After several thrusts, Sansa clutched him to her and he felt her body clenching around him as she peaked again, her back arching and Jaime continued, increasing his speed. She began panting his name over and over as the pleasure overtook her.
Jaime moved back onto his knees, grasping her hips as he thrust into her at an even faster pace until he exploded with a loud moan, emptying his seed inside of her. He rolled onto his back beside her, breathing heavily. Jaime glanced over at Sansa, on her back next to him, also trying to catch her breath, and he resisted laughing at the expression of astonishment on her face. She certainly enjoyed that.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. She looked at him with those huge blue eyes, and Jaime gave in to the urge to take her in his arms, holding her against his chest. He lay back, and Sansa cuddled against him, resting her head on his chest. Jaime looked at the bed sheets she had been lying on and saw a small stain of maiden's blood. He ran his hand over her back and told himself that he wouldn't make a habit of sleeping with Sansa in his arms. That he was doing it now because he'd just taken her maidenhood, and she seemed vulnerable and in need of comfort.
I'll keep her at a distance after this. It's for her own good. He could offer her companionship, comfort and evidently physical pleasure. But he couldn't offer her love. She would only get hurt.
Jaime closed his eyes and couldn't stop thinking about how good it had felt to be inside of her. He'd always thought that only Cersei could make him feel complete. I was wrong about that. Jaime didn't want to think about all of the other things he had been wrong about. As sleep claimed him, Jaime felt Sansa's arms wrap around his neck and shoulders as she buried her face against his neck. Without thinking, Jaime tightened his arm around her and stroked her hair, lulling them both to sleep.