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It was a late December evening he was alone walking the streets of New York. Jaime Laniister, known as the greatest sharp shooter to the underground mobs in Kings Landing was no more. He looks down at where his right hand would be and sees nothing but a stump with bandages. When the mission his father had sent him on started going south he believed his father would've traded the Boltons whatever they wanted to get his precious son back. Yes he was alive but they decided to take a piece of him away in the process. Bastards. He wanted to die. What use was he now?
Jaime Lanniser was tired. Tired of the fighting, the killing, his father, and especially his sister. Coming back from a mission his father had sent him on he thought his sister would be waiting for him with open arms, except it seems she must've gotten lonely while he was away. He walked in on her riding one of the nameless body guards. He has never felt the urge to kill someone flow so strong throughout his veins but instead he did nothing but walk away. So now here huge is contemplating his life. "Maybe he should just leave the business and never turn back," He thinks so himself. But he knows it wouldn't be that easy though, Cersi and their father would try to find him until their dying days.
He takes a deep sigh and turns around to head back to his apartment when he heard a scream followed a young girls shouting,"Let go of my sister!". He should just keep walking he thinks, it's not my problem. He hears the scream again and finally he decides to run to the source of it. He reaches the dark alley way and sees one man trying to kiss while ripping the blouse off the older woman while another man is holding the other girl tightly against his chest. "You'll have you're turn next girly" said the man who's face he couldn't see. Jaime pulls out his glock and in his cold steely voice,"Let the girls go now." The men turn toward him and the girl at the wall cries, "Please help us", before the man slaps her hard shutting her up. "Sansa!" the young girl shouts. Jaime realizes that these are the Stark girls. How perfect. "Get of out here Lannister. We've heard about your accident. You probably couldn't shoot us if we were right in front of you", he snarls. "This is my last time saying this, Release the girls now". He sees the one trying to grab for his gun and Jaime pulls the trigger, his first shot missed but the second shot hits the man in the shoulder. He cried out in pain while his buddy releases Sansa and they both took off running into the darkness. Arya runs to her sister and hugs her tightly. They walk out of the alley and under the street lights. Sansa stares at him with those piercing blue eyes and holds out her hand, "I know our family has our differences but thank you". He shakes her hand and looks at her, she's absolutely breath taking. The long curled auburn hair trailing down her back and those long legs that seem to go on forever. He gives himself a shake, "You're old enough to be her father pervert" He figures he to be at least 23/24 so he's maybe got 20 years on her. Yup old enough to be her father. Arya is looking at him intensely but she offers her hand and a quiet thank you. "Why don't you call your family and I'll wait with you until they arrive?" They both nod and Sansa pulls out her phone and gives them the short version of what happens. Within minutes there are three black card surrounding them and her older brother Robb steps out along with Jon Snow. The young men walk up to the girls and hug them tight. Robb takes Sansa chin and turns her face so he can see he bruise forming. "I'll kill them. Did you see what they looked like?" Both girls shook their heads and Robb turned to Jaime. "Did you Lannister?" He says cooly. "Unfortunately no, I just happened to be on the right place at the right time. Really should put a better watch on those girls." Robb clenched his jaw,"Thanks for the tip", he replies annoyed. Sansa pulls at her brothers hand,"Robb he did rescue us and he didn't have to." She looks at Jaime and gives him a small smile. Rob gives a stiff nod in agreement. "Thank you for saving my sisters." Jaime gives him a bow and says,"Happy to be of help. Now if you don't mind I'm going home. He walks up to Sansa and grabs her hand and places a kiss on it. "Be safe" he whispers. He could tell he's shocked her because she hasn't moved her hand where he dropped it. Robb and Jon give each other confused looks and start ushering the girls in the car. He turns around once more to see Sansa staring at him through the window, giving him a small smile and a little wave before they drive away into the darkness.
Jaime starts his walk home again not quite sure why he felt the urge to kiss her hand. "Yes you do," he thinks to himself. "She's beautiful and you want her" He sighs, "I'll probably never even see her again" as he makes it to his pent house apartment. He takes off his coat and shoes before walking into his room. He realizes how freezing he is and decided to take a shower. Under the earth of the spray he starts to pull at his cock. Imagining a women with red hair kneeling before him sucking him deeply into her mouth. His breath starts to quicken and in his mind he sees Sansa Starks eyes staring back at him as she sucks him hard before he cums, his breath shuddering as he leans against the shower wall. He turns off the water and dries off and walks over to his bed and just falls into it. Sleep comes to him quickly but has he dreams his still sees his pleasuring red hair goddess.