I'm bumping up the rating of this story to M now. Just a warning.


Tyrion

The door of the bedchamber flew open and he looked up from the ledger, dropping the quill back in the ink pot. Much to his surprise, it was Sansa, breathing heavily. She shut the door, locked it, leaned against it and closed her eyes.

"My lady," he said, as she obviously hadn't noticed he was there. Her eyes popped open in fear, then relaxed as she recognised him. Not so afraid of me any longer.

"What's happened?" he asked, as it was obvious something had.

"Joffrey," she said in one word which could encompass all manner of ills.

"And?" he asked, keeping a lid on his anger. Not until he knew.

"He kissed me," she said, looking at the floor. "And told me he'd f… fuck me in the royal bedchamber." Her face was as bright as her hair, and he felt so sorry for her. Not nearly as angry as he felt, though. This was just a game to Joffrey, a game which he couldn't lose.

"I'm going to have words with Cersei and Tywin about him," Tyrion said darkly. "Tomorrow." Right now his first instinct was to comfort his wife, but he wasn't really sure what he could do for her, or whether his comfort would be welcome.

"I'm so sorry," he said, walking towards her. "He can't be allowed to terrorise you, king or not. I will sort this out. Tell me, how do you feel about Casterly Rock?"

"Casterly Rock, my lord?" she asked, frowning.

"I fear the only way to avoid his attentions permanently is to move out of the city. I know it's in the heart of Lannister territory, and probably one of the last places you'd want to go, but it would be free of the King. And we'd have some peace and quiet. You'd rule your own house, be lady of the Rock, at least for a time."

"You could get me away from here?" she whispered.

"I think I can," he said. "Tywin wants his grandson born at the Rock anyway, I don't think it would be too much of a stretch to have us there now. Especially as the snows are coming and soon no one will be able to travel anywhere."

"Grandson," she said quietly, before turning to the more important matter. "I would like it very much if we were able to escape Kings Landing, my lord. Very much."

"Okay," he said. "I'll see if arrangements can be made."

"Thank you." She reached for him and drew him into a hug, surprising and very welcome. Even when she drew back, she still smiled at him. He tried to pretend that it didn't warm him deeply to see her smile.

"You should smile more often," he said. "It's good to see you happy." Her eyes were bright as well, before a bout of nervousness overtook her.

"Look, I think we should just get this over with," she said. "It's not getting easier for the waiting, and I'm sick of living like I'm on a precipice. And it's going to happen at some point, so why not now?"

Tyrion smiled at her without humour. "The expression on your face makes it seem as though you're going to have a tooth pulled out." She let out a tiny laugh. "Sansa… sex isn't as bad as you seem to think. Even with someone you don't… care for, it can still feel good."

She sighed heavily as she started undoing the laces of her dress while he watched.

"I don't want to end up like Lollys Stokeworth. And I don't want my first touch to be from Joffrey. I'd much rather it be you." The last was said under her breath, so he wasn't entirely sure she'd really said that. But she had. She let go of the laces of her gown which fell to the floor. She only wore a shift underneath it and started pulling it off.

"Sansa…"

She shrugged off the shift so she stood in nothing but her skin. She felt completely terrified as her husband looked at her and Tyrion could tell.

"Do I please you, my lord?" she asked quietly, eyes cast down.

"Oh, Sansa, don't do that," he said. "Don't hide behind your words. You're breathtakingly beautiful." He noticed that the hair between her legs was the same red as the hair on her head, and it was all he could do not to groan. She had freckles dotted all over her skin, and he wanted her badly. "Get in bed," he added softly. She did, scrambling to cover herself with the bed sheets quickly, and he felt guilty about enjoying the very erotic view she'd given him.

He didn't undress. He had no intention of consummating his marriage tonight, she was still too scared of him. Or maybe frightened of simply losing her maidenhead. Maybe it had little to do with him personally. All he wanted to do was to show her that it could feel good.

He got on the bed and leaned over her, kissing her very softly. She responded after a moment, the way she had last time. He carefully stroked her tongue again and she moaned quietly. Her hand rose to his hair, tentatively, shyly.

The sheet had fallen down, away from her breasts, and he tried not to look for a minute, before temptation got the better of him. He broke off the kiss and she moaned slightly in disappointment, biting her lip at the sound.

"Don't be shy," he said, running his thumb over her bottom lip gently. "I like to hear the noises you make." He kissed her again, letting a hand cup her breast gently. She froze under him at the contact, and he stroked her skin gently, trying to get her to relax. It worked, quicker than he expected, her nipple becoming hard almost instantly. She was sensitive there, then. Good. This would be a lot easier if her body was responsive and willing.


Sansa

His hand on her breast felt surprisingly good. It didn't feel like groping, it felt… well, wonderful. He pinched her nipple. "Oh!" Then began stroking her again and she closed her eyes at the sensation. Heat started to roll through her and in the moment, she never wanted him to stop. He moved down, and began to suck her nipple and she cried out. His tongue teased her flesh and she felt an unexpected surge of arousal between her legs. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She thoroughly enjoyed his touch on her skin.

He kissed her breasts again as his hand steadily stroked her belly, going lower and lower. She felt both fear and desire and didn't know what to do or how to act. His fingertips slid down, past her hip towards the apex of her thighs. What in seven hells was she supposed to do? No one had ever told her how it felt or what to do, beyond "lie still."

"Open your legs," he murmured. She took a moment, stilled by fear and nerves before she obeyed. He stroked her gently, fingers working over her. She felt tense, but it started to feel good. Then really good. She closed her eyes, letting the rush of pleasurable feelings go through her. She had no idea that her body was capable of feeling like this. He pushed a finger inside her, and she jerked in surprise. Then moaned as he touched her just right. "Oh my…"

She couldn't catch her breath with the things he was doing to her. Then it felt as if she was shattering into pieces as a surge of pure pleasure shot through her body, as she moaned and gasped, almost unable to breathe.

When she became aware again, she realised that Tyrion had stopped touching her, simply lying next to her. "What… Why've you stopped?"

"Because I think you're still frightened of me, at least a little," he said. "I wanted to show you that it's not going to be as bad as you're dreading."

She felt completely speechless. She didn't want him to stop, but she couldn't go against the behaviour and training of her lifetime. It was too ingrained in her that she shouldn't be wanton. She couldn't ask him to carry on. It wouldn't be lady like. Though nothing about this situation had been covered in her lessons. She almost laughed at loud at the thought.

"Goodnight Tyrion," she said, with a lack of anything else to say. But she stared at the stone ceiling for a long time before sleep came.


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