Notes: I couldn't resist.

Charlie Hunnam is way too hot and I couldn't resist. My girl Sans deserves some tongue action.

Short and simples, let's see what happens.

Sansa watched as her baby sister made her best effort to swallow Gendry up. They were kissing on the corner, completely uncaring of the audience they were gathering.

It was kind of funny to see them kissing, because Gendry was so much taller than Arya. He had to curve himself, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Actually… It kind of looked like Arya was one second away from climbing him like a tree. Kind of literally.

Sansa wasn't jealous of her sister. They were different women, with different ideas and ways to live their lives. Sansa didn't want Gendry.

But she wanted what they had. She wanted to be kissed like that.

Someone sat by her on the bar. "What's wrong, Stark Junior?"

Sansa sighed. "Nothing." She mumbled.

Arthur Pendragon made a ridiculously exaggerated shocked expression. "Wow, I'm sooo convinced right now." He told her dramatically.

Sansa snorted. "I'm not drunk enough to have this conversation with you, Arthur." She informed him, before taking a sip from her Cosmo. The second of the night, hardly enough to get her drunk.

"That's good." He shrugged. "If you're only brave enough to say shit when you're drunk –because later you can claim you don't remember it –then it's not worth saying it all."

Sansa turned to him. "What kind of logic is that?" She demanded.

"Mine." He grinned at her. "Come on, you don't need to get drunk." He checked her gently with his shoulder. "Tell me what's in that pretty head of yours."

Sansa never understood how Robb became friends with Arthur. And she wasn't being a bitch or judging them for their friendship. Arthur was a good friend to Robb, but they were so completely different, it wasn't even funny.

Arthur had a pretty rough adolescence, but he'd made to the University, where he met Robb. He went against everybody that doubted him, and that on itself showed how strong he was. Still, he was the textbook definition of a bad boy: he had the rogue charm, the confidence, the recklessness and the tattoos to prove it. He was a slick motherfucker, and he knew how attractive he was.

But, as previously stated, he was a good friend of Robb, Jon and Theon. He treated Sansa like she was an independent human being -not like an extension of her brother. He listened to her, and joked with her.

Sansa liked talking to him, but telling him about her needy feelings?

She looked once again to where Arya and Gendry were. Her sister was now sitting on the bar with Gendry still kissing the hell out of her.

"I've never had that." She said before she could think better about it, making a general gesture in Arya and Gendry's direction.

Arthur followed her gesture. "A boyfriend?" He asked confused.

"No." She rolled her eyes. He knew very well she had dated before. "A hot and heavy snog session."

His eyebrows rose almost to his hair line. "You're fucking kidding me."

Sansa let her head fall against the counter. Why did she tell him that? "I wish." She groaned.

"How about school?" He insisted.

"I believed I had to respect myself back then." She snorted. "I never let my school boyfriend get too handsy."

He hummed nonchalantly "I won't even ask about those two wankers I know you dated. The Baratheon prat looked like a dead fish and Hardying looked like he had a small cock." He told her before taking a sip of his beer.

"But that's exactly what I'm talking about!" She turned to him, her face red. "It's not about sex, at all. It's just snogging. Harry would kiss me, but he'd expect sex after." She sighed. "I just wanted to be so well kissed that I think I'd pass out."

"Just kissing? No wandering hands?" He asked, but he wasn't making fun of her. For some strange reason, Arthur was paying attention to this ridiculous conversation and taking it seriously.

"Maybe a bit, but… No sex, you know?" She asked him. "I mean, not all the time, but…"

"Getting kissed is pretty good, right?" He grinned at her.

She snorted. "I wouldn't know very well, would I?"

"Go find a bloke then." He waved in the bar's direction, like it was just a question of Sansa getting up and finding any man.

"I'm not sure if I want to kiss some random stranger." Sansa informed him. "I'd have to find a man that understands it doesn't mean he's about to get some."

Arthur seemed to consider this. "It does sound a bit tricky when you put it like that."

Sansa gave him a flat look. "If you're making fun of me…"

"I'm not, Red." He assured her. "What if I kiss you?" He offered suddenly.

Sansa exploded in laughter. "You're so ridiculous."

She laughed and laughed a bit more, until she noticed that he wasn't laughing with her. He did have a grin on his lips, but it looked like he was amused by her.

Sansa's eyes became round. "Are you serious?"

"I'm offering, aren't I?" He shrugged.

Wow.

Wow.

It was… Arthur was hot. And by hot, Sansa meant boiling hot. Center-of-the-sun hot. He could have any girl on that place and probably many of the blokes too. And she didn't mean that in a "he's out of my league" way. It was just that she never thought that Arthur looked at her like that.

At all.

"What about Robb?" She asked stupidly.

He seemed confused by that part too. "What about him?"

"Isn't this against the bro code or something?" She insisted.

Arthur chuckled. "Look, I am your brother's friend. But I don't see you as a little girl or whatever his other friends do. You're a person, separated from Robb. Would you be upset if Margaery snogged your brother?" He asked her, when it looked like she'd say something about that.

Margaery had been talking about little else for a while now. She was mad about Robb and Sansa was supportive of it. "No."

"Exactly. Besides, I have no intention of hurting you in any way, you're a consenting adult. I feel no need to torment my conscience." He took another sip of his drink.

She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with him. It seemed surreal.

Worst of all, she was actually considering it, because Arthur was right: she trusted him exactly because he was Robb's friend. He wouldn't pressure her or anything.

"In friendship?" She asked hesitantly.

"In friendship." He agreed.

Great. She didn't want anything serious, it was just a kiss. Or a few kisses.

Was she too old for this?

She bit her lower lip. "Now?"

His grin was wicked. "Anytime."

She took a deep breath. "Okay."

He got up and drained his beer. "Tell Marge to distract your brother, then follow me."

Sansa arched a brow at him. "I thought you weren't concerned about my brother."

Arthur snorted. "I don't feel like I need his permission to snog you. It doesn't mean I want to announce my intentions to him, or have him following us."

Good point.

Sansa got up from the stool and went to where Margaery was flirting with Robb like the world was about to end.

"Marge, I need a favor." She whispered on her friend's ear. "Distract, Robb."

Margaery turned to Sansa with an arched brow. "Darling, I'd take any excuse to 'distract' your brother, but what are you up to?"

She could see the curiosity taking hold of Margaery, but she didn't want to waste precious time explaining. "I promise to give you all the details tomorrow." Sansa whispered urgently.

"I'll remember that." Marge said sweetly, but it sounded an awful lot like a threat.

Sansa had no time to reflect about that, she needed to find Arthur. She was worried that if she thought too much about it she'd change her mind.

And sure, it was fine, changing your mind was normal, and all… But she didn't want to. She wanted to do this completely crazy and out of character thing.

They came a lot to this particular pub because of the second floor. While the boys could stay down there by the bar, drinking and feeling masculine, the girls liked to go up to the second floor where bands played.

It wasn't uncommon for the band of the time to be playing some kind of mellow rock mix. This one had been playing a whole lot of old Bon Jovi, so there were many couples and girls up there. It was quite the crowd, very easy to get lost in the middle of it.

Which was probably the idea.

As soon as she stepped on the second floor she saw Arthur waiting for her.

"Come." He grabbed her hand. "I'm pretty sure you like Bon Jovi."

She snorted. "Everybody likes Bon Jovi."

Arthur opened way for them, and they managed to get to the middle of the crowd. When he turned to her, the singer started to belt out the lyrics of "Bad Medicine".

"Oh Lord." Arthur groaned.

"Oh come on!" Sansa giggled. "This is song is great!" And to prove her point she started singing along as loudly as possible.

Arthur chuckled and let her have her fun.

Sansa was actually surprised, because she kind of expected him to grab her as soon as they were alone, but she should've known better. They had just talked about that, Arthur wouldn't just grab her.

So she sang dramatically and danced around him, and let him spin her a couple of times. By the time the chorus came around, Arthur was singing along the lines to her, and Sansa was giggling madly, because of course he knew the words.

Sansa was a tall girl, so it was hard for her to find a guy that was taller than her, especially if she was wearing high heels, like this night. Arthur was still a bit taller, and it shouldn't make him more attractive, but it did.

So when he pulled her closer, she threw her arms around his neck, while he hugged her waist. They were nose to nose and he had the most charmingly smug grin ever on his lips and Sansa wanted to kiss it off.

And she did. She didn't wait for his line -she was pretty sure he was about to say something silly – and she didn't second guess herself. She just kissed him.

And, lord almighty… Wasn't she happy that she did it?

She'd never kissed a guy with beard before –and she could imagine Arthur's comment to that detail –and she'd thought it'd be odd, but it wasn't. Maybe it was just that he was that good of a kisser, maybe she was a bit more intoxicated than she thought she might be, but kissing Arthur wasn't odd at all.

He pulled her flush against his body, but let her take control of the kiss. She grasped the short hair on his nape as she pressed slow kisses to his lips. She drowned on his smell, let it make her dizzy, before she took it further.

She nibbled on his lower lip before she soothed it with her tongue.

"Stark…" He growled against her mouth.

"Shut up, Pendragon." She murmured against his lips before kissing him again.

This time she went all out: lips, tongues and teeth got involved pretty fast. One of Arthur's hand was splayed over her back, the other firmly clasped on her hip as he kissed her.

Or, better yet, let himself be kissed by her.

Sansa had never been in more control of a kiss and she loved it. She took her time kissing him, even if she kind of wanted to devour him. She didn't hurry, though; she tasted him as she tried to learn every corner of his mouth and commit it to memory.

Their kisses were deep and demanding, but slow and sure. There was no mess of lips and tongues, because they took their time.

Sansa was getting weak in the knees already. She wondered how she'd spent so many years without knowing how this felt, and vowing she'd never date a man that couldn't make her feel like this with a kiss.

(She strongly ignored the part of her brain that was wondering: "What if only Arthur can make you feel like this?")

Arthur broke the kiss and Sansa whined at the loss, but he merely picked her up and carried her to the corner of the room, backing her up against the wall.

"Arthur!" Sansa was giggling madly.

"Sorry, love." He grinned unrepentantly. "Just wanted a bit more of space."

"Sure." Then she turned then around, pushing him against the wall. "Much better."

He chuckled and she silenced him with another kiss. She felt Arthur's hand sink on hair, while the other was firmly on her hips.

As she kissed him harder, she let her hands discover his shoulder and chest, because that man had a crazy hot body and she'd never get this chance again. One of her hands slipped under his shirt and she scratched his side gently.

He moaned into her mouth and squeezed her body tighter. Sansa felt his hand inching a bit lower, when…

"Hey, you two. Chill out or get out."

They broke apart immediately, but the bouncer wasn't talking to them; he was actually talking to a couple close to them. Sansa saw the guy pulling his hand from under the girl's dress.

She looked at Arthur and he was already looking back at her, the biggest grin ever on his lips. "I'm telling you, Red, you're a natural."

She snorted. "Thanks."

"Those pricks had no idea what they were missing." He pushed her hair gently behind her ear. "You're too good for any of them."

"Shut up." She pushed him, but it was without any strength.

"Let's get back." He told her gently. "Before someone comes looking for us."

"Arthur." She held his hand. "Thank you for kissing me."

He chuckled and brought her hand to his lips, dropping a single kiss on it. "It was my pleasure, Sansa."

Notes: I was considering another chapter...

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