XIII

(Sansa)

"You are spoiling me..." He said when the morning Sun woke him up "I will get used to be treated as somebody…" I kissed his neck

"Aren't you used yet?" I whispered. His hand caressed mine, which was around his waist. These days felt like heaven for us.

"Your hands are so soft, sweet Sansa… So very soft…" It was funny how things started with us. It was always suddenly, and both of us wanted to make love to each other when it happened.

"I like your hands too, my love" He smiled and he said

"Do you? I could show you some techniques I know…"

"Oh, gods, you are so pervert" I laughed, "Sometimes I feel really bad for being unskilled…"

He closed my lips with his finger "You cannot get any better, sweet Sansa" then his hand caressed my cheeks. I was impossible to stare his eyes without smiling. His mouth found mine again, consuming me into a warm lovely kiss, while his fingers played with my hair. His hands started to go down, and down, and down and… A low "oh" sound escaped from my mouth. It was not the same thing of having him inside of me, but it was somehow different.

It was like music: his fingers played an intimate song, and my hips danced according his composition. When the song became faster, I found myself still feeling the music inside of me. I was breathless and still greedy for more. He was not going to stop: only changing the instrument of music. Sex was not everything, it never was. But when It happened, it was the best thing in the world. There was no Joffrey, no kingdom and no differences. Just both of us, connected, like one single soul. "Could you please stop?" I asked him.

"Why?" He asked, sounding really upset.

"I want to try something new…"

(Tyrion)

I knew how much Sansa wanted to please me. I knew how she wanted to prove me how good she was about sex, but for me she was perfect. Even her low experience was a point for her. When she asked me to stop, I knew she was trying to eliminate all my previous experiences with this one new (and I had many experiences). "What are you going to do, sweet Sansa?"

"Just be quiet, I am nervous" she said looking down, not angrily, but shyly. "Alright, but I am really curi-"I felt something going up and down my throat when she started. My heart was racing in a way impossible to control. Sweet Sansa… Sweet Sansa…

Her lack of experience turned everything even better and delightful. I held her long soft red hair in my hands, and gods, how thin and soft they were. Up and down… Up and down… As she kept her slow movements, I squeezed my eyes. Her movements started to accelerate, and pleasure was about to kill me. I stopped her and laid her down on the bed, and fit myself into her. Her smile of victory was about to drive crazy. I held her hand in middle of that insanity, and kept her hand near my mouth. Her hands, though, started to travel my body: my face, my chest, my back, my nape, sometimes scratching my back and my arms. I love you, Tyrion. That whisper was enough to surrender myself. I was completely hers again, and I loved to be her slave.

"You are about to kill me, my Lady wife…"

"Does love kill my Lord husband?" "I don't know. But if it does, it would be an honor to be killed by you…"

It was just terrible to be obligated to leave her and get up.