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I know this is a very weird pairing in an extreme scenario, so the fact you're giving this a chance is very special to me.
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Chapter 3
Technically speaking, Sansa knew that the room wasn't spinning, but… Yeah, the ceiling was definitely spinning.
She shouldn't have let Theon goad her into doing tequila shots. She'd had just one, but she was on an empty stomach and it was actually a miracle that it hadn't all just come back out.
She'd made a brave face, then ran to Arya's room. They were having a party at her sister's apartment -the one she shared with her very peculiar friends -because it was Hot Pie's birthday.
Sansa dropped herself on Arya's bed and took a deep breath. She wasn't drunk, but that tequila wasn't doing any favors to her, and she was feeling a bit dizzy.
There was a quick knock on the door, then it opened. "Red? Are you okay?"
"Just peachy." She groaned.
Arthur chuckled. "You sure sound peachy." She felt the bed dip close to her waist. "I saw you doing that shot and running here. Are you sure you're fine?"
"I thought I'd been sneaky." She commented.
"Everybody saw you running, Red." He informed her cheerily.
Sansa sighed. "I haven't eaten since around two." She admitted.
"And you thought doing shots was a smart idea?" He asked tersely.
"It's Theon's fault." Sansa whined.
"Everything is Theon's fault, love." Arthur replied. "Even Brexit."
She removed her arm from her face and looked at him. "I agree." She then groaned. "I'm so stupid."
"You aren't." He booped her nose. "I'll get you some water, ok?"
"You don't have…"
He'd left already.
Sansa waited for a few minutes, before he returned.
"Sit, love." He told her.
Arthur hadn't only brought her the largest glass of water he could find in the house, he'd also brought a plate full of finger food.
He made her drink the water, before insisting that she had to eat. He swore he'd brought food for them to share, but Sansa was well aware she was the only one actually eating, while he just nibbled on the same thing for long minutes.
Eventually, the food was gone and so was the water, so Sansa fell back on the bed. "Thank you for taking care of me." She smiled at him.
He chuckled. "Just making sure my favorite redhead is fine."
Sansa snorted. "Don't let Robb and Percival hear that." She teased.
"They're not half as good kissers as you are, so they'd have to understand." He explained, laying down beside her, but on his side, with his hand supporting his head.
"Oh, so now I get it." Sansa threw him a look. "You only hang around me because I'm a good kisser."
"Exactly." He replied easily, not one bit of shame. "Well, if I had to pick a dude…" He drawled, like he was seriously considering it. "It'd be Percival."
Sansa laughed. "Really?" Although… Well, if she wasn't in this tangle with Arthur, she'd definitely consider Percival too.
"Yes." He answered promptly. "Or Jon. Those soulful eyes…" He sighed wistfully. "Can you imagine him with a guitar? So dreamy."
Sansa was laughing so hard there were tears coming out of her eyes. "You're ridiculous." She told him, gasping for air.
Arthur chuckled, clearly enjoying her mirth. He just enjoyed her laughter, his eyes fixed on her face, until she calmed down.
When she was finally under control, she noticed he was still there, laying really close to her, a smirk on his lips.
"So…" He dragged the word.
Sansa grinned at him. "Are you going to kiss me?"
He hummed, then ran his fingers through her hair. "I'm waiting for permission." He told her.
"Are you?" Her grin got bigger.
"Yes." He told her absentmindedly.
Sansa just laid there enjoying his fingers carding through her hair, looking at him, while his eyes were on his task.
"Arthur." She called softly.
"Yes, Sansa?" He offered solicitously, even if his eyes were still fixed on the strands of hair he had between his fingers.
"You can kiss me." She stage-whispered to him, finally claiming his attention.
His eyes went to her face, and he opened the biggest smile ever. "Thank you kindly." He said formally, before leaning in her direction.
Sansa was in a lot of trouble, she realized just then. It had been really naïve of her to believe she could keep kissing Arthur like this and remain unaffected. He wasn't only ridiculously fit and a good kisser, he was a great man, even if he was a little shit.
"Do I taste like sausage rolls?" Sansa teased, when he left her mouth in favor of kissing her jaw.
Arthur hummed an agreement. "Only thing better than that, would be if you tasted like beer, princess." He informed her.
Sansa snorted, but he went back to her mouth and swallowed the sound. His hand had sneaked inside her shirt, and she shivered as his thumb grazed her ribs.
So she did something quite impulsive, but she'd be a liar if she said she hadn't been thinking about it: she pulled Arthur on top of her. It was absurdly good to feel his weight on her, she might never recover.
Arthur groaned against her lips as soon as his body settled over hers. "Goddamnit, Red. You're trying to kill me." He growled, but his hands were everywhere making her more comfortable under him; hands on her waist to push her higher on the bed, hands on her thighs making them circle his waist, before they finally dove back under her shirt.
Their hips fit perfectly together, and Sansa wasn't that naïve; she knew things were bound to heat up at some point -look at how good they were together -but she couldn't say she minded. Why would she? Especially now, when her body was burning from his kisses, and her hips started moving on their own…
Arthur's hand had just closed over her breast, when the door banged open. "Arthur, what the…"
They both jumped apart, Sansa almost falling from the bed, but it was way too late. It was more than obvious what had been going on there, and Percival wasn't an idiot.
"Percival." Arthur coughed.
Percival, on his part, was completely frozen; his face had the most complete shock in it. Sansa imagined that, of all things he'd expected to find when he opened the door, what he actually saw hadn't even crossed his mind.
"I…" Percival closed his mouth. "Fuck." He cursed, then left.
Arthur and Sansa looked at each other.
"Do you think he's going to tell everyone?" She asked concerned.
"I don't think so…" Arthur seemed pensive. "I'll talk to him." He promised, getting ready to get up.
Sansa grabbed his arm. "Arthur, it's not that I'm ashamed of this…" She hurried to say.
"I get it, Red." He assured her. "I don't think it's a topic I want discussed in the middle of a party."
Sansa sighed. "Is this the universe giving us a sign?"
"Yes, it is." He leaned so he could whisper against her ear. "We should definitely find a more private place to snog. No family or friends, and with doors that actually lock."
Sansa was still gasping, when he winked at her and left the room.
She took a deep breath and tried to cool herself. What the hell was she getting herself into?
The Stark decided she didn't want to think about this just then, so she left the room. A quick stop in the bathroom, showed that she -once again -was looking very well snogged, like Marge had said before. She threw cold water on her face, and retouched her makeup, before going to the living room.
"There she is!" Arya commented as soon as she saw her sister. "We were discussing here, and it's your turn to be Arthur's arm candy."
"What?"
In theory, she understood what her sister was saying; the girls took turns going to social events with Arthur, so he wouldn't be attacked by debutants or whatever hunted men at these places. Sansa had gone to two dinners, and had been bored to tears. However…
"How is it my turn again?" She asked.
"The last one was Nimue, and the one before was me." Maggie indicated. "Now Marge is dating, so she can't go. The same works for Arya."
Sansa groaned. "Okay…"
"Why so sad, darling?" Marge asked, a wicked glean in her eyes. "It's just some quality time with Arthur dearest. You'll survive."
Sansa sent a warning glare to Marge, but the other woman just gave her a beatific smile. She looked around the room, trying to find Arthur. He was beside Robb, talking to the other men, including Percival.
This was starting to get out of control, and if Sansa was smart, she'd jump out. But looking at Arthur now, seeing him laughing like that… She just knew she wasn't that smart.
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