Chapter 14.
After the dinner Sansa decided it was time to feed the baby.
She lifted her son from the cradle and once again looked at little Stark lovingly. He was such a beautiful baby - and Stark to the core. Sansa smiled a little thinking about the future. She knew Stark men too well. They all were proud and self-willed. One day her son would grow up to be a man, a great warrior - and Warden of the North. Sansa spent a fair while enjoying for the vision - Lannisters trying to control her son, trying to tell him how to run things in the north.
You will be surprised, ser Tywin, Sansa thought and kissed baby's dark hair lightly. She also touched the cradle, let her fingers slide over the carved wolf pattern. My son - the last Stark, Sansa thought absently.
It was at that moment when Tyrion stepped into a room. For a moment he just stared at Sansa and the baby. They looked so beautiful, so peaceful together. Mother and son.
Sansa noticed him and smiled.
"I'm going to breastfeed him now, My lord. Do you want to watch?" Sansa asked calmly.
Tyrion paled. He needed all his self-control to behave normally in the vicinity of his wife. Mere thought of her bare breasts made him restless.
"No, thank you, My lady. I will go to bed now. Good night", Tyrion said quickly.
"I'll soon follow you, My lord. I may need to warn you about one thing though", Sansa replied thoughtfully.
"What's that?" Tyrion asked suspiciously.
"This time of the year - just before the winter - everybody in the north does the same thing. And I want to follow the old ways in this", Sansa said with a sweet, innocent smile.
Tyrion looked at her questioningly.
"We all sleep naked", she noted softly.
Tyrion turned around and left the room without a word.
Sansa kissed the baby's neck and inhaled. His scent was so charming.
"Your Lord father will come to his senses. Soon. I promise you that, little one", she whispered into baby's small ear.
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An hour later Sansa entered the bedroom. She had fed the baby. Stark slept peacefully in his cradle in the next room.
Tyrion was in bed already. He was quiet and obviously grumpy under the covers, but Sansa didn't let that bother herself. No, she began to undress slowly. She was standing in front of the fireplace, and her soft skin glowed in the dim light. Soon Sansa opened her hair too. Her auburn curls cascaded down when she walked to the bed. She wasn't shy or reserved anymore. I'm a woman now - and a mother too. Just look at me, My lord. See me in full, Sansa figured when she slipped under the covers too.
Tyrion tried not to look at her. He failed miserably. Her naked body attracted him, fascinated him. He wanted her. Tyrion couldn't think of anything else.
At first they just lay there, side by side. The silence in the room was heavy.
Tyrion swallowed and stared at the ceiling. Sansa cheated on me, he reminded himself. She despises me just like everybody else does. Her sweet appearance is an illusion only. He decided to be mean.
"Your chambermaid showed me the baby gifts. I saw that gorgeous rattle among them… from Littlefinger, is it not?" he asked sharply.
Sansa looked at him desperately.
"Tyrion…", she started voice trembling.
"Don't say anything!" he snapped.
Once again Tyrion saw one image in his mind. The one that had harassed him for months now. Two naked bodies entwined. Sansa with another man - with a normal man. Of course she wants someone like Petyr Baelish, Tyrion concluded bitterly. He had tried to destroy that image by drinking - but in vain.
Suddenly he was full of anger and jealousy. Sansa was so beautiful, so desirable.
She is sleeping with Littlefinger, but she is still my wife, Tyrion thought angrily.
He pulled the covers off her and looked at her from head to toe enjoying her beauty.
"I'm your Lord, Sansa. Not Littlefinger. Me. Spread your legs", Tyrion commanded hoarsely.
To Tyrion's surprise his wife didn't close her eyes. She didn't seem disgusted either. No, she obeyed and looked at him straight in the eyes.
"You're right, Tyrion. Take what belongs to you only", Sansa said in a whisper.
Tyrion moved himself on top of her. His father's cruel words echoed in his mind.
What did you expect… Love? Look at yourself. Sansa is beautiful. And you're… you. It's like beauty and the beast really…
Tyrion's anger and lust overcame his usual shyness, his will to hide his abnormality.
Sansa has to take this. After all - she's my wife, Tyrion thought vaguely.
He didn't even try to be gentle or patient this time. No - he kissed Sansa's neck and breasts greedily and thrust into her with force. Gods, she felt so good.
"Mine", Tyrion mumbled hoarsely.
At first it hurt a little. His member was so hard, so big inside of her. But Sansa's body obviously had a mind of it's own. It adapted quickly to his size - soon she was dripping wet, open and willing. Sansa fondled Tyrion's head and shoulders lightly, enjoying for this rare opportunity to really see him.
He was already too close to his release to notice her gentle little gesture. His pace quickened. He breathed heavily against her neck and shot his load deep into her with a growl. It happened too fast for Sansa to follow, but she enjoyed the feeling nevertheless. Soon Tyrion left her body and turned on his back, still out of breath.
His mind was painfully clear now.
I really am a kinky monster, just like those maids said a long ago, Tyrion thought hating himself.
But Sansa did something surprising. She reached out her hand and touched his arm soothingly. Finally she spoke.
"I love you, Tyrion Lannister."