Both he and Jaime need a breather.

Cersei snuggled between her two lovers, a contented smile on her face. "You see? This is what it can be like between us. No jealously, no rancor, simply passion and fucking, as we enjoy each other..."

Jaime chuckled at that. "I think, my sweet sister, that this idea has a certain merit..." Leaning forward, he began to lick at her nipple.

Eddard found himself smiling. "You are the Queen of Whores," he muttered.

Cersei grinned at him, one hand trailing down Ned's body. "And you two are my Kings of Cock..." Eddard groaned as her hand closed around his hardening-member. The Queen leaned in for a kiss, their tongues darting into each others' mouths to rub and play with each other...

Suddenly there was a knocking on the door. "Your... Graces," came the tired old voice of Pycelle. "Lo--King Stark has a vis... that is to say..."

"Oh, spit it out, old man!" shouted Cersei, breaking off the kiss.

"Lady Stark is here," muttered Pycelle. "The... ummm... King's wife, that is."