Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is D&D's property, after being GRRM's property. Or else, Lancel would be the happiest kid in Westeros, should it be mine.
Summary: For a fresh new start, it was just perfect. [SMUT]
Author's note: English isn't my first language, it's French. If you see any mistake or issue with the language, feel free to tell me so that I can improve. Marina is a self-insert, Dan is an OC. This little thing here is an exchange Christmas story.
WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMES! IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THE SUBJECT, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS IN FAVOUR OF ANOTHER WRITING!
A fresh new start
Still in bed, enjoying the softness and the warmness of his sheets, Sansa by his side, Dan smiled in delight. Everything was perfect. Or almost. He looked at the empty cradle near the room. It wasn't easy, raising a baby, but he loved every minute of it. Their daughter Joanna was three months old now, and Sansa's parents had insisted on having her, to have some bonding time. The couple had gratefully agreed, while they loved their child fiercely, they appreciated the moment of rest it provided them. Yet, on this morning, after sleeping in, despite knowing Joanna was well with Eddard and Catelyn, Dan missed his daughter. He missed her smiles, how she babbled away. And she had been away for less than twelve hours. He quickly checked his phone. Lancel had sent him a picture of his own three bundles of joy. Marina had given birth to her twins on Lancel's birthday.
"How cool." Dan remembered with fondness
Their eldest, Eugene, was a small version of his father, from hair to toes. Their second son, Jerome, was more of a mix. While he tended to look like his father, he had his cheekiness from his mom. As for Victoria, Jerome's twin sister, she was her mom's daughter through and through, though her eyes colour came from Lancel.
"Hope they got some strong birth control. First pregnancy, one baby. Second pregnancy, twins. Third, triplets?" Dan mused
"They're so cute."
Sansa had woken up and looked at his cellphone.
"Not as cute as Joanna. The Seven be blessed, she's a little you."
She smiled. Then she laughed when she noticed Dan's surprised yet confused expression when her hand found its way down below.
"Isn't it too early?" He asked
They had tried to make love before, but after Joanna's birth, even after two months, the pain was still too big for Sansa to handle.
"I feel this could work."
Dan nodded and she slowly started to caress him. It had been so long, he did his best not to reach orgasm right away.
"Do you mind if I... Just dive in?" She questioned
"You do you, my queen."
She sat on top of him and he was amazed by how wet she was. She certainly had craved it for a long time. She was riding him slowly, her eyes shut, a small smile on her lips, bliss painted on her face. It was as vanilla as it could get, yet in their kinkiness, they had kind of forgotten how simple could also mean great.
"Sansa... I'm about to... And you..."
"Just a little more... That's it!" She moaned before she reached her climax
She quickly withdrew and started to enjoy his manhood, using her lips. Not so long after, Dan too reached his own extasy.
"I love you." He told her
"I love you too."
Yes, it hadn't been as long as they were used to, it hadn't been as spicy or rough as they were used to, but for a fresh new start, it was just perfect.
The End