It was something only whores, sellswords, pirates, and wildlings did. That's what her mother and Septa always tought her. But sitting next to Tyrion on the balcony watching him inhale from the small rolled up piece of parchment, Sasa was excited.
"What exactly are we doing?" She asked when he dragged her out of the warm room to the cool night air.
"I want to relax with my wife, and I don't believe wine will do after this afternoon." He helped her to a chair before sitting in the one next to her. "Bronn procured this for me. I was gonna wait till we were free from Kingslanding but since that will be a while now..." He held the end of rolled paper to a candle just long enough for it slowly burn.
"What is it? It smells awful." Sansa asked when he passed it to her.
"Just try it, you may like it. Just take a slow breath in and hold it for a while." Tyrion instructed and watched her bring it to her lips as he had.
Taking it back he watched her face turn pink to red fighting back the burning cough that had built up before she let out the breath and procceded to cough out her lungs.
"Oh it burns," Sansa cried taking a few sips of cold water inbetween coughs.
"What did I just try?" She demands again trying to calm her lungs.
"It's called marijuana it comes from Pentos. It helps relax the mind and body. Tryion explained as he let the smoke slowly out. "The burn lets you know your doing it right." He winked at her.
"And you enjoy this? Mother and Septa told me about it once, Mother had caught Theon and Robb trying it once. She was furious, but father just laughed and told her to let them be. When they finally showed up for supper they're eyes were blood shot and ate more then even The Hound could put away." Sansa smiled at the memory.
"I do enjoy a good smoke in the evening, but not alone," He offered her another hit before continuing "It will make us quiet hungry, we'll sneak to the kitchen if we must."
It wasn't long till Sansa was high, Tryion buzzed and the roll was gone.
They found their way to the kitchens, taken Tryion's secert passageways. Sansa sat on the table infront of Tryion's chair as they shared some leftover cream and strawberries.
"I don't hate you." She told him, more to herself. "I think, we could be terrible happy, if I let us."
Without another word Sansa leaned forward and kissed him. After the shock wore away Tryion kissed her back pulling her closer and intertwining his finger though her hair, estatic it was as soft as it looked. Breaking apart for air Tryion took her hand and lead her back to their chambers.
Before he could ask Sansa anything, her lips were back on his with more confidence. She only stopped to lead him to the bed and climbed up. He had only just joined her on the bed when she started to continue their kiss and began exploring his body with her hands. Tryion could feel his erection straining to be free when Sansa started to moan in his mouth as he slowly begain moving his hands from her hair to her hips and back.
Taking their time undressing Tyrion kissed ever part of Sansa, worshipping her body as her dress slipped down her perfect form. He made a mentel map of her body, bringing her closer to her pleasure only to deny her. The sun was just starting to rise when their bodies finally joined.
"This must be what heaven feels like," Tryion figured as they slowly made love ignoring the outside world in its hustle to prepare for the day.
When they were done Sansa decide the greatest love story wouldn't be of some knight and his lady, but of The Demon Monkey and Triators Daughter.