Chapter 5

Arthur had no idea what he was doing.

It wasn't exactly a new feeling. He'd always been the type to do first and reflect -much - later, but this thing with Sansa…

He didn't know what he was doing, and Sansa deserved much better than this mess. The thing was… He also didn't know how to stop.

If they'd kissed just that once, it might have been better. Just a kiss between friends. A fucking awesome kiss, but just one.

But he couldn't help it; he couldn't stop thinking about it, about her mouth.

He kept looking for her, wanting her and the night before…

He was still wondering if he'd gone too far. Sansa didn't seem to mind -at all, the smug voice in his head recalled -but at the same time… She'd always been the type of girl to date for real.

"Why are you sighing like this?" Percival asked him.

It was strange that only Percival knew about this situation. Well, Marge knew as well, but she was good at keeping a secret. Arthur had always been closer to Wet Stick and Back Lack, but he didn't feel like discussing this with them.

Actually he didn't feel like discussing it with Percival as well, but here he was.

"Let me guess." The other man said dryly. "You're thinking about Sansa."

Arthur groaned. "I already told you. We aren't dating."

"You might not be dating, but you're into her." The other man observed.

Arthur wished for a wild second that he could snort and say this was ridiculous, but the mere thought of talking about Sansa like this displeased him.

"Fuck." He groaned.

Percival was amused. "You won't even deny it? It's more serious than I thought."

Arthur sighed. "Fuck off. What should I do?"

Percival gave him a dry look. "Ask her out?" He said like Arthur was an idiot. "Admit you actually like her, and just shagging isn't enough?"

"We aren't shagging." Arthur said through gritted teeth.

"Whatever, that's not the point." Percival rolled his eyes. "The point is that you like her and you don't want to just be the guy she's not shagging."

Arthur wanted to slap Percival, but he had a point. A good one. He needed to tell Sansa he wanted more than stolen kisses. He wanted to hold her hand in front of everybody, he wanted to tell people they were together.

Right…

He needed to do something romantic.

Sansa couldn't stop thinking about the night before. She hadn't expected things to take the turn they did, but… She'd liked it. A lot.

She was normally much more reserved when it came to sex, but something about Arthur made her feel completely comfortable. She felt as if she could tell her everything that she wanted but was embarrassed of asking, and he'd still give it to her.

He was generous like this.

The only problem was… Why was he doing this?

Sure, he was attracted to her. But was it just that?

Sansa wouldn't be upset with him if he just wanted something casual, but… She liked relationships. She didn't want casual, but that was what they'd agreed on. She was scared of telling him that she wanted to change their relationship now.

What if…

"Shit!"

Sansa's soul almost left her body with the sudden voice. Did that come from her balcony? And was that…

"Hey, Red. I need a hand here."

"Oh my god!" Sansa jumped from her bed and rushed to the french doors that led to her balcony, only to find Arthur CLIMBING the side wall of the house to get to her balcony.

"Arthur!" She screeched. "What are you doing here?"

"I am… trying to…" He almost lost his hold. "Fuck…" He took a deep breath in. "Be romantic."

"By breaking your neck?" She yelled at him, unable to believe he was actually doing that.

He'd finally reached the balcony, but he was on the other side of the railing, with a big drop behind him. "Can you give me some space there?" He asked, ignoring her question.

Sansa groaned. "I should close the window and let you outside."

"Yeah, but then you won't get snogged."

She sighed and took a step back so he could jump over the rail and stand -safely -on her balcony.

"Surprise!" He opened his arms.

Sansa rolled her eyes and turned to walk back into her room.

"Come on, Red!" Arthur went after her. "It was a nice gesture."

She turned to him. "Why? Did Old Nan stop you at the door?"

"She actually invited me in and offered tea." Arthur confessed. "I told her I wanted to climb your balcony and she called me an idiot."

Sansa's look made it quite clear that she agreed with the housekeeper.

"I really thought it was going to be romantic." He insisted.

And only then, after he'd repeated it, did Sansa notice his choice of words. "Romantic? Why would you…"

It was Arthur's turn to give her a look, as if it was obvious why he'd choose this word.

"You wanted to be romantic." She concluded.

"Yes."

"By breaking your neck?"

Arthur groaned. "Red, can we focus on me being romantic here? I'm trying to get you to date me for more than my sexy body."

Sansa was speechless. "Did you just…"

"Yes."

"You want to…"

"Yeah."

She took a deep breath in. "You're serious, right? You want to date me?"

Arthur cradled her face. "I'm decently smart, Sansa." She chuckled at that. "You're brilliant, charming, great kisser…" She was laughing then. "Ridiculously fit, so… Yes. I want to date you. Officially, holding hands in public, calling you mother 'mum'..."

"You're ridiculous." She laughed again.

"Yeah, but I also want to be yours."

"Oh… That one was smooth."

He grinned. "Thank you." He kissed the tip of her nose. "What do you say?"

"Are you sure?" She asked, feeling a bit unsure. "We started this as something… Different."

"I know." He agreed, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones. "And I thought I was okay with that. And if you want to, we can go back, but I'd really rather we didn't."

"You want us to date." She finished for him.

"Yes. You don't?"

"No. I mean…" She cleared her throat. "I want to date too."

Arthur let out a breath. "I was starting to get worried here, Sansa."

She giggled, then hugged his waist. Arthu also hugged her back, tucking her against his chest. "I'm glad you decided to be romantic." She teased.

"Yeah, so am I." He admitted, dropping a kiss to her head. "So, now that we've settled that…"

Sansa gave him a look full of mistrust.

"Can we go back to snogging?" He smirked.

Sansa snorted. "So that was your plan all along?"

"Yes." He said shamelessly. "And the best part? There's a bed, right over there." He stage-whispered to her.

Sansa was still laughing when they fell together on the bed. Arthur was kissing her much more gently. Not like he thought she was fragile, or something, but like he wanted to show her he treasured her.

They'd kissed slowly for what seemed like hours. Sansa had completely forgotten about everything outside that room; she could only think about Arthur's touch and his lips on hers.

There was this euphoria inside her, reminding her he'd come there just to say he wanted to be with her for real. Because of that she couldn't let go of him. Every time it seemed like he was pulling minimally away, she pushed him back to her mouth. It was a never ending circle.

At some point, though, their soft, gentle kisses started to become something else. Arthur had laid his body over Sansa's and her legs were around his waist. Their hands became bolder and the kisses became more urgent. Sansa was breathless and hot and needy…

"One minute." Arthur asked, pulling away.

Sansa whined in protest, and he just smirked at her. "What?" She demanded.

"I wanna do something, but only if you want to."

Sansa narrowed her eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

"I wanna keep kissing you…" His smirk was devilish, "I just wanna kiss you somewhere else."

"Like… Where?" She was honestly confused.

Arthur didn't seem to believe she was even asking that, so he threw a significant look to where their lower bodies were connected.

Sansa's eyes rounded. "You want me to…"

"No." He cut quickly. "I want to kiss your pretty cunt, Sansa."

"Oh my god, Arthur!" She blushed bright red. "How can you say something like this so…"

"Because it's the truth? You know I like being honest."

She'd covered her face to hide her embarrassment.

"Sansa." Arthur called gently. "It's fine if you don't wanna do it. I'll understand."

"I've never… This never…"

"Please, don't finish that sentence." Arthur groaned. "I already hate your exes. I might need to kill them now."

She scoffed. "Are you sure you want to…"

He grinned. "Eat you out?"

She sighed. "That."

"Oh yeah. I'm very determined now."

"Who am I to stand in your way?" She said dramatically. "Have fun."

"Oh, I will. Not as much as you, though."

Sansa giggled at his arrogance, but it turned into a sigh when he kissed her again.

Arthur didn't immediately move to his new target. He kissed her until she was once again squirming against his body. Then he started moving his kisses lower: her chin, neck, breastbone, the curve of her breasts…

He pushed her blouse up and kissed her belly, then just below her belly button. He then pushed her skirt up, revealing her knickers. He kissed the skin just above her knickers' line, then her covered mound.

"Ok?" He checked once again.

"Yup." Sansa almost squealed, making him grin again.

Arthur pulled her knickers down and Sansa helped him along, until she was left exposed. They needed to discuss the fact that she kept getting into these positions while he was fully dressed.

But later.

Arthur pushed her legs open and dropped a kiss to her inner thigh, making Sansa sigh. Then he blew raspberries into it, making Sansa giggle madly.

"Arthur!"

"It's just to be sure you're paying attention." He teased.

She rolled her eyes, but then he was back to work and she could only think about his hot mouth. He gently bit the tender flesh of her inner thigh, then soothed it with his tongue.

Sansa was holding her breath by the time he actually got to the real target.

And man… Arthur was a great kisser, it didn't matter what he was kissing.

At the first touch of his tongue to her slit, Sansa had to bite down on her finger, or she would've screamed. Considering Old Nan was still somewhere in the house, that was a really bad idea.

Her back came off the bed as he used his tongue and teeth to drive her mad. She'd never thought that feeling teeth so close to her clit would be erotic, but it was. Extremely.

The harder he licked or sucked her, the harder it was to keep quiet. Even then there were soft moans escaping, but it was better than her screaming his name.

And then, Arthur flattened his tongue against her clit and pushed a finger inside her, and Sansa gasped so loudly, she might as well have screamed.

Her hands went automatically to his hair and her hips moved on their own, searching for more, asking for mercy… She didn't know.

She just knew that Arthur didn't let up, he didn't stop. She was starting to wonder if he was even breathing. He probably was.

Her body was covered in sweat, her hair glued to her forehead and yet, the only thing that Sansa could feel was his clever mouth working her.

And then…

She fucking exploded.

"Red… I think even Old Nan heard that one." He offered from between her legs, sounding ridiculously smug.