goldfinger; my claws are long and sharp my lord

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Going into heat is not something Sansa had planned for and, honestly, she'd not wanted this to happen until the North was safe, Cersei was gone and she had the time to barricade herself inside the lord's chambers of Winterfell and not be disturbed until she emerged from it. She has no such luxury now, though, as she must deal with the problem of Jaime Lannister showing up at Winterfell's gates declaring he'll fight for them but with no Lannister army in tow.

Daenerys begins with how he'd slayed her father, how the Lannisters had killed her family. Sansa can understand that anger, she can, but the delicious scent rolling off the kingslayer just now is clouding her judgement. He gives no excuses for what he's done and says he did them for his family and would do so again. Brienne speaks for him, says that they both have vowed to protect House Stark and Sansa and Arya in particular, on the word of her lady mother. It's enough for Sansa - she trusts Brienne implicitly and Jaime's scent makes her feel safe, somehow. He smells of clean hay, of leather and something that reminds her of sunlight, as useless as that is to describe a scent.

She abruptly gets up and leaves once the trial is adjourned and starts heading toward her chambers, only to turn and realize she's been followed. Oh. It's Ser Jaime. )

Forgive me, I'm not feeling very well. Was there something else you wanted to say? You could escort me back to my chambers if you wanted to talk.

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[goldfinger]

[ Was there something he wanted to say? Jaime can't remember. But he can't really think beyond the way Sansa smells, sweet and thick and drying his throat like he's drunk an entire cup full of sugar. He knows what it is, knows that it's heat, but it doesn't stop him from feeling any less appalled-- all the heats he remembers sensing all smelled disgusting, repelling and sick like animal waste.

But Sansa... she's delightful, like perfume and candy all at once. Jaime has the brief thought of wanting to lick her. ]

Heat. [ It's all he says in response to her, and Jaime's feet stay firmly bolted to the floor even if the mere word sends a thrill through his body, a throb in his cock. He's never smelled someone so delicious before, good and clean and warming his belly with want. Having only ever slept with an alpha, Jaime knows nothing of biological compatibility save for the fog of his head now and the way his cock is hard under his leathers. ]

You're in heat. [ A breath; Jaime tries desperately not to inhale too hard, not to scare her. He clenches his fist, and he wants to rub his cock over her skin and spill seed and scent all over, then mount and breed and fill her womb with pups, knotted tight and perfect. ]

You need to take care of that.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa hears the hard edge in his voice and the way his scent has sharpened. Still sunlight, still golden, but punishing midday now instead of a drowsy afternoon. If he's smelling her, she's too far gone, and she should have locked herself away before the trial. Now she's well and truly done for.

Her hand trembles a bit and she clutches it tight against her skirt to still the shaking. She's going to have to put herself away for days now when there's a campaign to plan for - they don't have time for this. )

They all knew. They just know Jon will kill them if they try. I normally just lock myself away because I don't want...as you can imagine. But we don't have the time for it. I need to be there to help plan the defenses. I need to...come on, then. I've already ordered you not to be killed. I'll put myself between you and my brother if I have to. We need to deal with this.