A Game of Thrones
This is an altered universe os the GoT universe, in which Tyrion Lannister has met and married a girl from one of the lesser families near the Vale. Her name is Sora.
Tyrion was sitting back in his chair in front of the fire and paging through a thick tome when his wife opened the door and entered the room, collapsing in a very unlady-like way on the chair next to him.
"She's finally asleep," Sora told him, sighing in relief that their daughter had finally decided to quiet.
"You know, my sister would just hand her children off to a Nan when they squalled like that," Tyrion noted as he continued paging through his book.
"I'm not your sister," Sora huffed, knowing that her husband was baiting her and enjoying it.
"No, I guess you're not," he said, looking over his book to glance over at her. "It would make this whole marriage thing quite awkward."
Sora giggled. "Hmm... I suppose it would. But, I will admit I did come here for nefarious purposes, so I suppose she and I do share some traits."
Tyrion smiled at his wife and set his book aside. Sora wasn't as tall as Cerci, and her hair was more bronze than gold. Both women had green eyes, but Cerci's were as cold as jade, while Sora's reminded him of a forest glen. Sora was far more beautiful to him than Cerci could ever be.
"And what nefarious purpose was that?"
"To seduce you," she purred as she slipped her foot out of her silk shoe and slid her foot up his thigh.
Tyrion leaned back and watched his wife and enjoyed himself for a few moments before responding. "I thought you'd just got done complaining about what happened the last time I let you seduce me."
Sora slid further out of her chair so that her toes could curl around his length. "I'll just hand them off to a Nan."
Tyrion chortled. Then he picked up her foot and brought it to his lips and kissed it. "I love you."
She smiled, then gasped as he ran his hands up the inside of her thigh. He set her legs on the ground and stood, moving between her legs as she slouched in the stuffed chair. He slid her skirts up around her waist and teased her core. When she was ready, he took her there in the chair. And when they both found release, he lay against her breast.
"I love you too," Sora whispered against his hair.
