Sansa couldn't believe it. Her lips were pressed firmly onto her husband's...onto Tyrion's. When she had seen him walking towards her moments ago it was as if her mind had stopped working-as if everything in that moment made sense to her and her body had moved on it's own. Now she was lowered to his level, hands twisted in soft, blonde curls and her mouth was sealed to his. This kiss was nothing like the one they shared their wedding day in the sept. Though his lips were just as warm and the sweet smell of him still took over her senses, there was nothing cold and detached of the way she had wrapped herself around him. Sansa, however, had no idea what she was doing. Having him so close and pressing herself ever closer had a deep, almost painful (though not so unpleasurable) thudding spreading through her, and she could feel her cheeks flooding with heat.
Yet he had not moved. He was not responding to her.
Instantly self conscious and terrified that she had thrown herself at him when he had not wanted her, she jerked away. Yet his own hands struck out like a viper and pulled her back to him, wrapping gently in her long hair. If the original kiss had her burning, this one truly set her aflame as his lips worked with hers. Equally passionate yet tender and gentle, when he finally released her, the heat in her cheeks was so intense she could barely breathe. Panting and hazy, she met his eyes and found them darkened. She had originally been crouching down, yet in his ministrations she had fallen to her knees. In any other situation, she would have never been caught in public off her feet, yet even though they were only a few hedges away from the rest of court, she couldn't find it within herself to care. She had blocked off this desire and want for months and the dam had finally broken. She didn't want to close herself off to him anymore. She pitched forward, burying her red face in his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck. Although she could tell he was still shocked, his arms didn't hesitate in wrapping around her as well as he held her. They both sat there, hidden by the trees from watching eyes, yet out in the open holding each other as the fire inside them subsided.
He didn't say anything, just ran his fingers through her styled hair in a way that was overwhelmingly comforting. She snorted slightly, realizing that he had held her almost just like this when she had been distraught or hurt and here he was in the same position calming her again. Yet calming her from the fire that was burning her from the inside for him. The irony was amusing. She could feel his own features quirking up into a smile as he pulled only slightly from her to meet her eyes.
"Sansa...?" She righted herself, though still kneeling to his level and finally truly looked him in the eye.
"Forgive me, my lord. That was not...ladylike..." she looked away, another blush rising as reality set in. She had practically jumped him. She quickly surveyed the gardens, glad to not see any lingering wedding guests. His chuckle had her gaze returning to his face.
"No, I don't suppose it was" his cheeky grin was infectious, but she still slapped him gently on the arm in mock indignation. He flinched from her beating, laughing again before taking her face in his hands, gently cradling her and making her meet his eyes which had suddenly became serious. "Do not apologize, Sansa. For any of that. Please. I just want to make sure...I just want to know that you are alright."
Feeling better than she had since watching her father beheaded, she couldn't help but smile at him, tears of relief filling her eyes.
"I am alright, my lord. I think everything is going to be just fine." She stood and brushed the creases from her gown. Another quick sweep of the gardens confirmed that her loss of control was not observed by any spying courtiers. She glanced down at her husband who was staring out over the waters, one hand absentmindedly pressed to the lips that she had just been kissing. Another blush bloomed in her cheeks at the memory, but she tamped down her embarrassment. Everything would be just fine.
She stretched out her hand and he took it immediately, intertwining their fingers. He pressed a quick kiss to the back of her hand and they made their way towards the wedding feast, each feeling lighter than they had in months.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for your patience! I know this one took a while to come out and it's a little short, but I had some writers block for a little while and had to lay out where I wanted to take this story. I have certainly not abandoned it and hope you guys forgive me for the delay. Enjoy!