Warning: Smut
When they finally arrived at their chambers, Sansa turned to embrace him tightly the moment the door was closed and bolted shut. Tywin received her with open arms tucking his face within the crook of her neck, smelling her hair as he proceeded to spin her around. The action elicited the giggle he was looking for from her as well as easing some of the tension she felt. Stopping, Tywin moved to kiss her forehead before resting his own against hers and swiped his thumb gently along her lips.
They were finally alone, free to do whatever they wanted with each other.
Meara had prepared the room with oils, warm towels, a nightgown for herself and a robe for Tywin. She placed the nightgown, and robe, laid out on the bed, onto a separate desk. It seemed Cheryin had informed Meara of what his lord needed for the night as well. Still somewhat nervous she decided to lite one of the few unlit braziers in the room as well as perfuming it. She gently removed her crown and her jewelry.
"Shy?" he asked quietly.
Sansa turned to see he was standing in the same spot she'd left him. Gods, he'd been observing her the whole time! She blushed under his attention. "Yes... a bit. It'll be my first time after all."
"I've noticed your nervousness every time our wedding night is mentioned. I'll make it pleasant for you Sansa, as much as I can. What do you think about starting with a kiss?" Sansa nodded shyly.
He approached slowly, touching her cheek with his right hand, caressing it. "Close your eyes. Simply be in the moment, surrender yourself to all feeling and sensation."
He lowered his face to meet her lips. It was her first proper kiss as a wife and it sent a strange sensation to her core. Her lips were so soft that Tywin couldn't end the kiss but had to, to give her a chance to breathe.
"How..my lips.."
"Sweeter than honey. Surrender to me, Sansa."
His right hand moved into her hair undoing her braids while he continued kissing her. Sansa was struck by how pleasant it was to kiss him. When Tywin retreated her cheeks were burning.
"My sweet Sansa. There's no need to be shy about the act."
"I'll..try." Despite how pleasurable everything was she still felt her nerves keenly.
Tywin took her hand. "Why don't you sit on the bed? I'll give you a massage."
"Oh…thank you," Sansa said lamely, unsure of what to say let alone do.
"But you have to take your gown off. You can leave your smallclothes on for now," he added as an afterthought.
Sansa didn't know you what to say at first. "My…my handmaiden isn't here. Can you help me?"
He nodded. She moved to turn around but he stopped her instead of facing her as he moved his hands to begin unlacing the back of her gown. He wanted to observe her while he did it. It was difficult at first but he managed.
After the first touches of his hand on her bare skin, she grew used to it. Once he felt her relax he began using the oils laid out and started a light massage. He stroked her shoulders gently to relive any further tension. He took his time moving across her shoulders to down her back, applying a low pressure that caused Sansa to sigh in a way that heated his blood.
Finally, he moved back to her neck, circling it lightly with his fingers while leaning forward. She felt his warm breath causing goosebumps along her flesh as she unconsciously leaned against him.
"Do you like it?" He whispered in a low voice.
"Yes.."
He ushered her towards the bed before laying her down and covering her body with his own. With a parting kiss, he slid down her body stopping only to plant buried kisses until he reached her legs which he began to massage down her feet.
Sansa could feel her entire body relaxing under his nimble touch.
Then, he moved back up her legs to explore her inner thighs stroking them.
A moan escaped Sansa's lips causing her to flush in embarrassment.
Tywin chuckled. "Don't suppress it, Sansa. Let go. Feel."
She nodded and moaned openly when he gently slid the heel of his hand up the length of her inner thighs several times.
He didn't proceed further, to the place Sansa unknowingly ached for him to go but instead moved to capture her lips once more. He deepened it making them both dizzy from their passions.
Tywin began to slowly free her of her smallclothes until she noticed.
"Let me stand up," Sansa said, suddenly feeling confident.
She stood and he helped her remove the final layer between them. Almost.
She stood before him naked. The Maiden incarnate, beautiful and only for him. What really drove him hard was how her auburn hair matched the glistening curl between her thighs. It lit a fire in Tywin's eyes to match the one in his blood.
"It seems I'm overdressed. Why don't you help me rectify the situation?"
Sansa nodded both eagerly and shyly. She started with undoing the buckle of his belt before moving to unfasten his doublet and the tunic underneath baring his flesh.
Sansa's face reddened at seeing him so exposed. He was impressively imposing for a man of his age with a broad but muscled chest with a smattering of chest hair. Men of his age usually didn't care much about their body or health.
He played her down one more causing her breath to quicken faster and her chest to heaven with the effort. Tywin started to kiss her neck and whispered in her ear, "If you knew how much I wanted you."
Suddenly, he cupped her breasts and said, "They need a massage too."
His hands danced across her body. Caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples lightly. He added his mouth and tongue while the heat within Sansa rose.
Tywin muffled a particularly loud moan with another kiss. To Sansa's surprise he his tongue played with hers. Taking her cue from him she began to mimic the motions.
When she was left breathless he moved back to admiring her body. Not even her stomach was spared, even her navel was devoured by his kisses. His finger made a circle around that area before pinching it.
To Sansa it all felt like sweet torture as he repeated his motions all across her body. Till finally, finally, he delved between her thighs causing her more pleasure than she can imagine.
"Tywin.."
"Yes, Sansa?"
He gave shallow licks and nips.
"It's, too much.."
"We haven't finished.."
His right hand joined his tongue, playing with her lazily. Sansa gasped. It was the first time someone had touched her so intimately.
"How do you feel?" Tywin asked playfully.
"Warm and wet."
He continued stroking and rubbing until she said weakly, "Ty..Tywin? Please.."
Tywin took the opportunity to take off his breeches and smallclothes.
They kissed again as he lowered himself over her. Sansa felt something caressing her privates before it began slid inside her. She moaned with widened eyes knowing it was his manhood, and wondering how it would fit inside.
"It's…large.."
"Yes, and only for you my Queen."
When Sansa moaned again, he delved deeper inside of her. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck as he took her maidenhead.
He heard a small painful sound from her and retreated trying to give her time.
"I didn't want to hurt you."
"I know. Just.. just wait several seconds and you can continue."
"No, we can continue that later. Your comfort is more important."
"I'm not really that sore. I just want to digest what happened."
She was no longer a maiden but a bedded woman.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"My brave Queen." He kissed her forehead.
When she was ready Tywin gave a fast thrust before setting a slow unhurried rhythm building to their release.
"You're so tight, Sansa. So tight but so lovely."
Sansa felt as if she were floating as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, as her hands roamed from his neck to his muscled back wanting to feel all of him. She looked into his eyes and it looked as if he was consuming her.
Suddenly she felt herself reaching a crest from which her body tumbled. Tywin groaned kissing her fervently. Their souls melted to become one as they both reached their release.
Sansa was speechless, exhausted and surprised at how Tywin introduced her to these new feelings.
Tywin collapsed upon her after his release. He was heavy but Sansa liked the fact his head rested on her breasts. Before he could move she tangled her hands in his hair signaling him not to move. After a few moments, he rolled in side of her.
"I'm sorry I couldn't move further."
"It's alright, I liked it. You can just rest your head on my chest without crushing me with your body next time," she teased.
He kissed her laughing, "Did you find what we did pleasing?"
She kissed him back grateful and patted his bare chest.
He chuckled and said, "I'll take that as a yes. I promise you, we will have a lot of fun. I'm sure of it."
She smiled and gave him another kiss.
"Do you need your nightgown?"
Sansa shook her head and he was happy she wanted to sleep with him bare despite her shyness. Then, she rested her hand on his heart.
"I'll keep it safe."
"As I will keep yours, my precious. We have to sleep, the surprise is waiting and then we have the tourney to attend."
Sansa's eyes shined. "I can't wait until tomorrow. I love you."
Tywin Lannister never thought the day would come where he would fall in love again. For so long he thought when Joanna died she took everything with her. Her absence from his life had made him more ruthless than ever before. Sansa would rule him now as Joanna did. Not just as the queen of the realm but also of his heart.
He didn't want to leave Sansa's bed and by the look of it she didn't want to be alone. He was relieved.
He closed the curtains and raised the sheets to cover them.
Their legs tangled and with a goodnight kiss, he rested his head close to her breasts enjoying her warmth and generosity as they fell asleep. He was content for the first time in years.
…
Despite the retiring of the Queen and King Consort to their chambers, many guests lingered at the feast.
Some of those guests in particular were the Tyrells. "Well done Margaery. You have the young wolf in your clutches."
"What do you mean, Grandmother?" Margaery asked in confusion.
"Oh, my dear girl you're still young. What I mean is to continue to foster his attraction to you. It'll be easier to convince the Queen and her husband to betroth you to him."
"We just met! I can't deceive him. Don't tell me this is one of your plans to gain more power by becoming closer to the crown? I thought you weren't paying attention when he came to me."
"Margaery I'm not dead yet, and you know I pay attention to everything. I've taught you since childhood that everything we do is for the benefit of our house only."
"If you want to exploit me and Robb Stark I truly advise you to look somewhere else. It won't work."
"We'll see about that Margaery."
...
"Do they know anything about my marriage?" Baelish asked the other man.
"Not to my knowledge, but I think we should strike soon before they find out."
"Not now. I'd rather not risk myself being exposed as the mastermind of this plot. When the moment is right I'll tell you."
"And after that, what will you do?"
"I have information from Pyke that Theon Greyjoy is to become King. They will consider their kingdom independent of the Iron Throne. I will write to him to forge an alliance between us on my conditions."
"A rebellion on the crown."
"Yes, but as I told you there will naught but chaos and problems for the succession once we finish with her. Her brothers are young and Robb Stark does not want to be king. They will not be able to face us."
...
Robb had finally gotten caught up with what had happened to his mother in King's Landing during his absence and his reaction was similar to everyone else's. He loved his mother dearly but she was predictable.
"So, where is mother now?"
"I have no idea," said Arya. "What happened to Summer?"
Robb briefly told Arya of what happened. By the end, she was radiating pure rage. "Where's that traitor? I'll kill him with Needle!"
"Arya no! His fate is for Sansa to decide. We'll tell Sansa and her new husband about it when the time is right. He will face a fair trial for his crimes.
Arya calmed but was still angry. "Poor Bran. I'm happy he's alive but he'll miss Summer dearly."
"Yes, he will. Talk to him sister he will need some comfort."
"Of course, Robb. Where's Theon? I didn't see him with you."
"His father is dead. I gave him a choice between staying with us or returning to his home and claiming his place as Lord of the Iron Islands."
"You did? Does Sansa know about it?"
"No, I'll tell her later."
She frowned.
"What is it, Arya?"
"You better tell her but I have a feeling she won't like it. Anyway, I'm going to find Bran. You should keep an eye on that Tyrell girl."
Robb stilled. He wondered at his sister's words. Why did she think Sansa wouldn't like him letting Theon go be with his family? Also what was wrong with Margaery?
As ever she was the hardest Stark to understand.