It’s like you’re a drug | May 18th [closed; Cersei, Jaime]

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“Oh you don’t like my dress?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Must be why you were so eager to take it off.”

She tilted her head, and pushed the collar of his shirt, to examine his neck, where she had left several bitemarks and a few scratches. “I hurt you,” she said, with a satisfied smile. “At least everyone will know you’re taken. I don’t like the way women look at you.”

She let him kiss her, gently, responding as soon as his lips touched hers. Then he mumbled something against her lips that made her heart ache.

“You wouldn’t go without me,” she replied, looking down, staring intensely at a spot on the carpet, between their feet. “You wouldn’t dare.” She hugged herself, and with a shrug she held her head up again and looked at the door. “You need to go, before they come back.”

Cersei smiled and stroked his cheek one last time, knowing that after he was on the other side of the door they would have to go back to pretending to be nothing more than siblings, instead of the kindred spirits they were.

“And remember,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Food poisoning.”

At that, she chuckled, because this was a whole different kind of poisoning.

“I just think it covers up a little too much.” Jaime replied when he pulled back, shrugging as he raked his eyes down her before returning to her face with a small smirk playing on his lips. He couldn’t help rolling his eyes when he looked down at the small marks and scars she’d revealed after pulling his collar down. He knew people would ask questions, and he’d probably get a few congratulatory pats from his colleagues, but at least it would stop him from getting propisitioned at every event he went to.

What she said next caused him to lift her chin as she wrapped her arms around herself. He wanted to pull her close again, but he’d already spent more time than was safe. “You’re right, I wouldn’t dare.” He assured her, reaching out and giving her shoulder a small squeeze before turning around and making his way towards the door.

He chuckled bitterly at Cersei’s parting words, nodding before glancing over his shoulder at her. “Goodbye, sister.” He muttered as he opened the door, hesitating before stepping out into the hall and closing it with a soft click.

They were seperated again.

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It’s like you’re a drug | May 18th [closed; Cersei, Jaime]

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Cersei did as her brother told her, discarding the sheet she was wrapped in and picking up the same outfit she’d been wearing the night before. Shi didn’t bother with underwear, pulling it over her legs as quickly as she could, then sliding her arms into the sleeves. She jumped from a foot to another, trying to fix the skin-tight fabric, as silent as possible while Jaime opened the door and talked to the person on the other side.

She remained petrified on the spot, her hands behind her back on her zip, looking down, straining to hear the words that were said. When the door closed, she looked up and the grin on Jaime’s face almost unnerved her. He leaned against the door and told her the end of the world can wait.

Cersei let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, took a few steps back until her knees hit the bed and fell back against the mattress, covering her face with her hands. For a moment she thought she would start crying, but instead she was shaken by a fit of laughter. She rolled on her side and held her stomach as she laughed.

“Your face,” she said, trying to talk in between the gasps. “You went white. You should have seen it!”

As the laughter died down, she looked up at the ceiling, half a smile on her lips, then noticed Jaime was standing there, looking down on her; she couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or if he was amused.

She stretched out her arm, asking him to help her up, her smile never faltering.

Jaime stayed pinned to the door, watching his sister anxiously as he listened to the retreating footsteps of the man as he walked away from Cersei’s room. He pushed himself off of the wall when she threw herself back onto the bed, rushing over to make sure she was okay as she hid her face with her hands.

To say he was surprised when she laughed would have been an understatement.

Under normal circumstances, he would’ve found her laughter infectious and started chuckling along with her. But being caught after sex with your sister, the Prime Minister’s wife, was not exactly normal, or much of a laughing matter.

When she managed to gasp out something to say, he frowned slightly, both bemused and a little offended. She peeled her hands away from her face and looked up at him, grinning daftly as she offered a hand for him to pull her up by. “Really?” He asked, finally cracking a smile as he pulled her up. “Excuse me, I wasn’t the one hopping around like an idiot trying to get that ridiculous dress on.” He chuckled, fingering the fabric of the gown to prove his point.

He bit his lip - hissing slightly at the still raw wound Cersei had left from dragging her teeth along it, he really hoped the guard hadn’t noticed that - to stifle his laughs before shaking his head slightly at his twin who was still smiling stupidly. He responded with his own grin and he didn’t know if it was the shock or the ridiculousness of the whole situation that made him lean in and kiss her gently. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He grumbled playfully against her lips.

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It’s like you’re a drug | May 18th [closed; Cersei, Jaime]

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She’s about to kiss him one last time, when there’s a knock on the door.

She whips her head to the side, panic starting to build. Then she turns back to Jaime, and sees the same terror on his face. She whispers, “Who the hell can that be, it’s so early?”

She feels like fainting.

Jaime turned to her a little surprised when she replaced his hands with hers and began buttoning up his shirt. He studied her for a moment as tucked the crumpled hem into the waistband of his trousers. Wrapped in a sheet, hair mussed and cheeks flushed, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. That thought made it all that much harder to leave her.

He sighed and placed his hand over the one that clutched his suit jacket to her chest, trying to hide the hurt he felt at her words. When they were younger he had constantly fantasized about running away with her to some remote country where no one knew who they were. They had money and connections, they could have changed their names and even taken the children with them, had they still been too young to remember London and the man they thought to be their father.

But it wasn’t that simple. Their father would never let them be, Robert would hunt them down and Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen would be alienated for the rest of their lives. He couldn’t pretend that it didn’t hurt, knowing that he could never acknowledge them as his own and that if they knew they wouldn’t want him too, but he understood that it was the way things had to be.

He held back his own tears as she leaned in to kiss him again, leaning forward when he felt her lips brush lightly against his. Until he heard the knock.

His head whipped around at the same time as his sister’s, turning back to her and seeing his fear reflected back in her eyes. “Quick, get dressed.” He whispers, praying that if there’s a higher power somewhere, it will take pity on them in this moment and keep them from being discovered.

The knock comes again, more insistant, and Jaime takes the jacket from his twin’s hands, trying to smooth out the wrinkles as he puts it back on before readying himself and putting his eye to the peep hole. Suddenly, he regreted leaving his gun belt in his room. He just hoped he wouldn’t need it.

He backed away from the peep hole and opened the door. He kept it open just a crack so that only his face could be seen, and guarding the visitor’s gaze from his sister fumbling with her dress behind him. “Yes?” He asks, looking the man up and down and recognising him as one of the Prime Minister’s lackies. He wasn’t one of his personal guardsmen like Jaime, probably tasked with protecting the guests Robert had invited along with him to the gala.

Luckily, the man doesn’t ask for an explenation, but Robert and his fellow ‘Kingsguard’ members more than likely will. He nods politely when the man tells him to report back to his post, pressing his back to the door once he closes the door and glances at Cersei with a hesitant grin. “I think we got away with that.”

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It’s like you’re a drug | May 18th [closed; Cersei, Jaime]

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She rest the side of her head against the headboard, keeping her face close to his, her eyes wandering over his handsome features. “But I suppose you can stay for a while,” she whispered, smiling softly at him.

He was her weakness and would be her downfall.

Reluctantly, Jaime pulled his arms from around her and allowed her to crawl up the bed. When she ushers him forward he follows slughishly, scooting up to sit next to her and intertwining their fingers when her hand reached out, seeking his. His jaw clenched at the bitter smile that crossed Cersei’s face and unconciously gripped her hand tighter. It just wasn’t fair.

He sighed and let his head drop against his chest in resignation as she began to speak. He knew how dangerous all of this was, how dangerous it had always been. Just because they had played this game for so long didn’t mean they could afford to get cocky.

He remained silent through her small rant, although he couldn’t help smirking slightly at the anxious excuses she suggested. His heart began pounding slightly faster when she cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at her and see the concern shining in her green eyes. “Cersei, please, relax.” He muttered, raising his hand to remove her hand from his face and grip it tightly, trying to comfort her.

“Unless I walk out here naked as the day we were born, no one’s going to catch onto us.” He smiled, hoping to ease some of her worry with the joke, before turning serious again. “I can handle myself. I dealt with my own share of enemies when I left the Targaryens for Jon Arryn, I promise, I won’t let anyone hurt us.” He brought her fingers up to his lips and kissed them lightly.

He couldn’t help smiling slightly when she gave in, but only shook his head as he let go of her hands and pushed himself from the bed, going to gather his clothes. “No, you’re right I… it’s too dangerous for me too stay longer. I shouldn’t have asked that of you.” He muttered as he began redressing.

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