4 months later...

Sansa awoke late in the morning to the sound of her husband scribbling furiously at a parchment on his desk in the corner of their room. He stopped, scratched something out, frowned, and leaned back clearly not pleased with his words. How adorable Tyrion was when he was frustrated, she thought as she smiled to herself, not quite wanting to let on she was awake yet. It was well past her time to be out of bed, but she had been fatigued enough lately that Tyrion had become worried and was monitoring her closely. Fussing at her, he had insisted on the maester checking on her and she made sure when he did, that Tyrion was busy with the petitioners in the Great Hall. The maester had only confirmed what she had suspected and told her that rest was important in her condition.

She peaked one of her eyes open to see him staring out the window, his golden curls and strong jaw covered in a thick beard shining in the morning light. A flare of heat started in her belly at the sight of her husband, the tiredness at her body's changes washed away in a wave of desire.

"I know you're awake Sansa Stark." he said in a teasing voice. "You stopped snoring several minutes ago."

Sansa squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to sleep. Perhaps he would move closer to the bed to check if she was really asleep and she could drag him into it.

"Fine." he said. "I guess you don't want to read the latest announcement we received today."

This elicited an involuntary groan from Sansa, and she sat up in bed propping herself up against the pillows. "Wedding or baby?" she said tiredly with a yawn she concealed with a hand that also covered a smile. An announcement of their own wouldn't be too far off, she thought, subtly rubbing a hand on her stomach under the covers.

They had received multiple wedding invitations as a result of the Summitt. The only one she had been sad to miss was the one last month in Storm's End. Gendry Baratheon had married Talla Tarly in a double ceremony with her mother Lady Melessa marrying her childhood friend, Lord Selwyn. Sansa had been sad to miss it, but the distance was just too far and it felt like they had just returned to Winterfell from King's Landing. Fortunately, Joy and Podrick had married before they left the capitol so at least they were there for that. That was a wedding neither she nor Tyrion would have missed.

The most elaborate announcement, of course, had been the royal decree of the birth of Princess Lyanna Targaryen and Princess Rhaella Targaryen. It had been preceded by a few weeks of the announcement of the birth of Lord and Lady Blackwater's son, Tyrell Blackwater.

"Wedding." he replied as a secretive smile danced upon his lips and he dangled the scroll between his fingers. "But it has already taken place, so no need to worry about traveling for it." His brow furrowed as he looked at her in unbridled concern. "Not that I would have agreed to it. You are exhausted and clearly not well and I'd fret too much if we traveled further then Wintertown currently."

"And this is why I love you so, my golden husband. Although I am feeling better this morning." She gave him a coy smile while she played with her hair and shifted so the strap of her nightgown fell off her shoulder, baring one swollen breast and hardened nipple to his gaze. He stared at her as if frozen, but she could see the worry war with the lust he felt for her as the rest of her body became heated under his intense gaze. With the exception of this last week or so, their sex life had been rigorous with both of them finding times to sneak away frequently during the day as well as intense evening and morning couplings as well. It was a small wonder she was in her current condition.

He tore his eyes away from her, but the way he shifted in his seat she knew that his body was responding to her. Refusing to look at her, he stared at the scribbled parchments. "Are you going to tell me what the maester said? I know you asked him to stop by while I was indisposed." his voice sounded frustrated and a bit angry but she knew it only masked the fear that was behind it all. Her husband was a brave man, but she knew his greatest fear was losing his loved ones. And while he hadn't said it in so many words, she knew his biggest fear was to lose her in the birthing bed as his father had lost his mother when he came into the world. This was part of her reticence in telling him. While she did not want to dismiss his fears, she did not want to wallow in them either especially when she felt nothing but sheer and overwhelming joy thinking of the life they created inside her. The plan had been to tell him in a more romantic setting, perhaps when he was relaxed after a glass or two of the Dornish red she had been saving for him hoping that his joy would outweigh his fear.

Recognizing that stubborn set of his jaw and the haggard look about his eyes, the decision was easy to make. Still not covering herself, she rose from the bed padding over to him on bare feet. She deliberately pushed the second strap of her nightgown down, and the top fell to her hips leaving her breasts free to bounce slightly while her nipples pebbled in the cold air. Her love for Tyrion had set her long repressed sexuality free, and she was no longer ashamed of her body in the slightest. When they made love sometimes she felt a goddess, sometimes a slattern (in a good way), and when he showed her something new, a maid again. But always she felt loved.

The desire for her in his eyes was starting to chase away the furrowed brow as she leaned over and plucked the scroll from his hands, his eyes glued to her swaying breasts. "You play dirty." he said with a growl.

Rolling her eyes dramatically she sighed, "Fine I'll tell you if you tell me what all this scribbling is about." indicating the pile of papers. "But after I read this scroll." Feigning nonchalance she nestled her backside on his lap, her nightgown riding up to mid thigh. With a groan he laid his head on her bare back and his hands on her hips, shifting her slightly and she felt his manhood throbbing against her. She read just enough to recognize Reyna's writing before Tyrion's hands cupped her breasts and rolled her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. Sansa moaned and moved her ass in a circle while he covered her back in open mouthed kisses. He slid his hands under the nightgown, finding her wet and ready with no small clothes to impede his progress. One too many pairs torn by both of them in their combined passions had led her to forsaking them all together for the most part. He spread her legs wide, rubbing her clit before plunging two fingers into her roughly and she moaned and clenched around him.

"Is this what you want?" he said huskily as Sansa watched his fingers pump in and out of her. Her answer was to wriggle in his lap rubbing against his cock. "Or do you want something else?" he said teasingly and she could feel him smile against her back.

Sansa knew that Tyrion enjoyed it when filthy words came out of her prim and proper mouth. It made her blush still at times, but currently she was as shameless as a bitch in heat. "Your cock, I want your cock inside of me." she whimpered.

"As my wife wishes." He scooted her forward before unlacing his breeches, freeing his cock. "Lean forward on the desk." he ordered gruffly.

She braced her upper body on the desk, her knees weak and trembling with desire as he aligned himself with her slick cunt. With a grunt he grabbed her hips and pulled her down roughly on his cock, causing her to cry out his name in pleasure.

"Fuck." he groaned, as she felt herself tighten around him. "It's been too long Sansa since I fucked this sweet pussy, I'm not going to last."

"Neither am I. I missed feeling you inside me." she said breathlessly while bracing herself on the desk, letting him set the pace and meeting his thrusts as they became more and more aggressive and powerful. Sansa adored when he was gentle and almost worshipful with her in bed, bringing her to peak after peak with his tongue and fingers before he took his own pleasure. But she also enjoyed it when he let the lusty little beast out, that whispered dirty things and took her hard and fast both in and out of the bed.

The feeling of his cock slamming into her while her bare ass and thighs bounced on his breeches, brought her as much to orgasm as his fingers rubbing her nub. With a cry, her nails scratched the desk as her cunt fluttered around him in ecstasy. One more powerful thrust brought Tyrion to his own climax as he roared her name, shuddering under her as his fingers dug into her hips.

Gently, he pulled her limp form back from the desk until she was curled around him in the chair. He kissed her tenderly, caressing her face and hair. They just held each other for a few moments before he cleared his throat nodding at the discarded papers. "I've been trying to write you a song."

"A song?" she smiled into his neck.

"The song you deserve, my beautiful wife. Although it turns out I'm no bard." he said with a disheartened sigh.

"Perhaps you should write a story instead. You're always so good at telling stories." she said.

"Yes, a story. I'd like a story for our child about a little lion." Smiling sweetly, she moved his hand to the very slight swell of her belly. His eyes moved from their hands to her face and Sansa was thrilled to see his reaction was pure delight.

"Our child?" he stared at her in open-mouthed wonder.

"Yes our child." she said. "He or she won't be here for about seven moons or so giving you plenty of time to write."

"What does this little lion do?" he asked, caressing her belly in adoration.

"He goes on many adventures and makes friends with many other animals."

"Like dragons?"

She huffed, "Yes dragons, but I think the red wolf is more important."

"Does the little lion fall in love with the red wolf?" he teased.

"I guess I'll find out when you read the story to our little one." she said gazing at him with love.

"I can tell you right now that the little lion will love the red wolf until the end of their days." he said kissing her with a love she knew would never dim, but only grow stronger with each passing day.

A few rounds of lovemaking later, Sansa once again remembered a forgotten scroll and retrieved it to read in the bed while her exhausted husband dozed beside her.

Dearest friends,

You were sorely missed at Storm's End by myself and the Lannisters this past month. The weddings were beautiful and I couldn't tell you which couple was more delighted by their marriage.

Speaking of marriage, I wanted to let you know that Addam and I wed two days past in an intimate ceremony at the Great Sept much like your own. He asked me before I left for the Stormlands for the dual weddings and I told him I would answer him when I returned. Everyday I was away from him and his girls, that I have come to love as my own, my heart ached and I knew the answer. I never knew that I would find such happiness again and I know that somewhere Michael is happy for me as well as the rest of the people I love and cherish. I miss you both terribly, so be prepared for some southern visitors in the future!

Love,

Loreyna Marbrand

Authors Note

Wow! It's finally done! This was SUPPOSE to be a short story and a rom-com after the drama and angst of writing The Courtship Dance. I failed on both counts but I actually really like what it turned into and know myself better as a writer.

I have plenty more ideas for Sanrion stories, but I think I might write some ACTUAL short stories or one-offs before I start on another longer piece. I need a bit of a break!

If you enjoyed this and are interested in future stories, please leave a comment.

Thank you so much for joining me on this journey!