AN: So this is my first fanfic. Please tell me what you think and sorry the first chapter is so short. I will try to make them longer in the future. Also I am not totally sure how often I am going to be able to post new chapters but I want to post at least one every two days. I'm sorry if I make a lot of mistakes. I hope you enjoy

Disclaimer - I do not own Game of Thrones, Tyrion, Sansa, or anyone / anything else.

For Sansa it had been a long night. After dinner she was hoping to retire to her chambers when her arm was taken up by the Queen Regent. It seemed as though Cersei was trying to make Sansa uncomfortable with her pointed questions about her wedding night and how Tyrion was doing.

Sansa was getting very uncomfortable. "Your Grace, if you don't mind I am exhausted and would very much like to retire for the night."

"And if I do?" She asked. With a sigh of annoyance she looked over to Sansa. "Very well, until next time."

Sansa took that as her cue to leave and when she was out of Cersei's ear shot she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. She was on her way back to the chambers she shared with tyrion. They had been wed for a fortnight now and he had kept his promise to not to touch her. Not until he wants me to she thought to herself. That thought had plagued her mind for the last two weeks and kept her tossing and turning on her wedding night. When would she want to? What if she never did?

Sooner than she would have liked yet not soon enough she was at her chamber doors. Sansa saw light under the door and was hesitant to go in. He is still awake she thought, to bad she couldn't stand in the hall for ever. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Once inside she carefully and quietly closed the door. When she turned around she was about to address Tyrion when she saw he was sleeping on the chaise lounge with an open book on his chest.

He was adorable. He was spread out like a child and because of his height he kind of looked like on to. Just thinking about it made Sansa want to laugh but he also looked uncomfortable. She walked over and took the book being gentle and quiet as to not wake him and set it on the table. Next she took a blanket off the bed and put it over him. She also gently placed a throw pillow under his head and was once again reminded at how soft his hair was. She let her fingers linger near his face.

After doing what she could to make him more comfortable she undressed and took down her hair. Finally after what felt like forever she started to put out the candles lighting the room. Within a few minutes there was only one left burning and it was the one beside her bed. She stole one last glance and her sleeping husband before extinguishing the last candle.

"Goodnight Tyrion" She heard herself whisper as she fell asleep.

She was back in Winterfell again. It was all so perfect, Lady was beside her and all was as it should be. She was happy, truly happy. She once thought she never would be again but all around her a light snow was falling and she felt like she was at home.

"Sansa, Sansa where are you?" a familiar voice called out.

When Sansa turned around she saw her little sister and was filled with excitement, "Aria, I missed you so much! I haven't seen you since… "

All of a sudden she was in King's Landing and ned was about to be beheaded.

Sansa woke up and was so caught up in what had just happened in her dream she barely noticed the arms wrapped tightly around her. When she did she started to struggle but stopped after a moment.

"Sansa, it's okay it's just me" she heard tyrion say. "I heard you calling out in your sleep, calling out for your father."

Sansa felt light a weight was placed on her chest and wasn't sure how to respond.

As if sensing her worry Tyrion quickly added, don't worry Sansa, I'm not going to tell anyone."

She once again found herself at a loss for words with her husband. This she found was happening a lot lately. She mumbled "Thank you My Lord"

"Tyrion, Sansa. My name is Tyrion" He said before offering her a slight smile. "I hope your dreams improve Lady Sansa. I will leave you to get some sleep."

He began to walk away and before she new what she was doing she grabbed his wrist. He turned halfway back around and they sat there like that for a while. Tyrion looking at his wife in confusion and sansa holding his wrist with her eyes down cast.

She didn't know why she grabbed his wrist but she really wished she hadn't. She couldn't see his face and she was glad for she feared what his expression might be. She let go of his wrist. "I'm sorry to have woke you" she managed to mumbled as she flipped over on the bed before he could respond.

She heard Tyrion sigh with what sounded like disappointment but she tried to ignore it. As hard as she tried she couldn't fall back asleep.