tea and mending (closed to Tyrion)

[theladyofwinterfell]

WHO: Tyrion Lannister, Sansa Stark
WHAT: A quiet evening in the tent of awkward.
WHEN: Drakonis sometime
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings at the moment, other than cuteness.

Sansa has felt much more comfortable spending evenings with Tyrion since that lovely day in Wintermarch and so it feels natural enough to have his mending spread across her lap while he's reading and there's a low fire burning in their tent. She has a cup of tea that she's sipping from time to time and occasionally she looks up from her stitching to see what book he's found himself occupied with. She's not much for reading, unfortunately, but she does like to listen to what he's read about and debate with him.

She draws a final stitch along a bit of elaborate embroidery (wolves and lions together, actually, all along the collar and sleeves of a particularly-fine golden tunic) and holds it up for Tyrion to inspect, if he wishes.

"Do you like it, my lord, or is it too much?"

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[tallasaking]

"Good ... good." He leaned in to kiss her again, before bringing her lips down her skin, over her breasts, then in the center between them.

"That is how it is supposed to feel, darling wife."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"It feels...feels so good," Sansa murmurs. This she can live with. She can more than live with this - this actually feels amazing and nothing like the humiliating things that she'd been put through before.

"Much...much better, Tyrion."

[tallasaking]

"All right then..." And he just continues to move at that same pace, making himself slow down. For her. For himself. To make this as enjoyable as possible.

[theladyofwinterfell]

It is enjoyable now, much to Sansa's delight. Sex has never been something she has ever been able to truly relax for but she is relaxed with Tyrion because she trusts him. He's never brought her harm intentionally, has never struck her in anger. She knows that everything he does is meant to bring her pleasure and that helps her let go of some of the fear from before.

"Just...just like this," she says, spanning a hand against his back. "Keep going? Please?"

[tallasaking]

"All right ..." And he does, without pause or hesitation even as his breath starts to speed and noises start to come from his lips. Yet this is good, right here, and he will not ruin it.

[theladyofwinterfell]

This is something that Sansa thinks she could learn to enjoy, eventually, because right now it's very good. She doesn't know if she'll ever be fully over what has happened to her in the name of marriage but she hopes the good memories will soon outweigh the bad.

"Kiss me?" she whispers, moving her hips up against his. "Please?"

[tallasaking]

He made a strangled noise because when she moved like that he slipped a little deeper and it was quite delightful torture. As it was, he tipped his face up so he could kiss his way up her jaw to her waiting mouth.