Awakening
The sound of a faraway storm lulled her into wakefulness.
The dream, it was a storm of fire, she felt the heat behind her, the wind gushing on her neck.
There's a weight on her now, it's comforting, she doesn't want to open her eyes but the light filters through them anyway. It's very bright. That's not right. Her eyes open.
There's an arm across her body weighing her down. She stiffens.
She's awake now. And naked.
The arm isn't weighing her down really, it's just resting there, she notices.
Flashes from the previous night come to her. Kissing, wine, laughter, her hands touching him, gripping, lingering.
Hands touching Her.
She shuts her eyes hard.
Please let it be him. Podrick. She was in King's Landing. Not there, in the cold, not with … focus on the heat. Focus on the heat and open your eyes, Sansa. Open your eyes, Sansa.
"Sansa" a voice whispers. She still can't look.
"Sansa" the voice whispers again, there's a kiss on her shoulder "Sansa, wake up".
It has to be Podrick. She opens her eyes again, releases the breath she was holding.
The arm is no longer on her, the hand is caressing her own arm, trying to soothe her. It does.
"Pod" she breathes out.
"Hi" another kiss. He's pressed against her back. That was the firestorm. She relaxes.
"Hey," she says softly as she looks at him over her shoulder.
"You were having a nightmare," he says and she turns over in his arms. Her hand goes to his face.
It wasn't a nightmare. But she doesn't want to tell him that. "Thank you for waking me" and that's true enough. She smiles at him.
He beams at her. "I got you, now"
He does.
He flips on his back and takes her with him.
She rests her head on his chest, plays with his chest hair.
Her breast press against his side. She's aware of just how naked she is.
The sheets are somewhere below their waists.
She's not used to this at all. She had forgotten how hot the south can get, even in the early hours of the morning.
She supposes she should enjoy it. When they are back in Winterfell everything will be different. Colder. She'll have to be colder too. She knows.
She briefly wonders if Bran will let him go back with her right away. She hopes so.
He always comes back to her anyway but she really hopes.
She doesn't want to think about that, so she places a kiss on his chest and takes a second to appreciate his unmarred skin, there's no trace of the wars and fights he has faced there and she gives a silent thanks for that.
He hums and kisses her head. She falls back to sleep with his fingers strumming up and down her arm.
The second time she woke up that morning she had to go relieve herself, she put on a robe because one thing was being naked in bed with him and another one just to wander around like that.
When she came back to bed he was awake and looking at her like she hung the moon.
He reached for her while sitting up while she sat on the bed next to him.
He kissed her breathless.
"Good morning," she said looking him in the eyes, she felt brave.
"Great morning" he replied, earning him a beaming smile in response. She couldn't help herself around him could she?
"Why are you overdressed?" he asked curiously as he brushed her hair back and played with the neck of her robe.
She snorted "I'm hardly dressed, at all"
"Let's remedy that anyway" and he smoothly pushed the robe off her shoulder and she giggled like a little girl.
She reached for him again, and they fell on the bed, kissing and caressing each other.
Soon, his desire was evident, pressing on Sansa who let out a soft, "oh" when she felt it.
"Ignore it," he said after stealing another quick kiss from her.
That made her laugh "Ignore it? It's very.. ermm... hard to ignore"
He puffed a laugh "guess it takes practice, I have to ignore it half of the time" he said as he nibbled on her neck.
That earned him another laugh. "half the time?"
"I spend half of my time very near you, so yes" he held her face in his hand, his word, soft and loaded with truth, It made her blush, but she still felt brave.
"Well, you don't have to ignore it right now"
"Maybe, but I just want to kiss you; don't you want me to kiss you?"
She nodded, fell against a pillow. "Yes. Don't stop kissing me"
"Ignore it then" he whispered as he bent down to kiss her cheek.
She closed her eyes and nodded again, enjoying his kisses, enjoying his body pressed against hers, her hand reaching for his back, seeking his ass, wanting him closer.
The heat was overwhelming. She still wanted him close.
But he didn't stay close. His mouth was making a path down her body. His hands too.
He was all over her, he kissed her chest, he gripped her breasts. He nibbled on her belly. His hands pushed her hips to the bed. Her legs fell open. His fingers prodded. It felt good. She raked her finger through his hair, encouraging.
He kissed her there. A bolt of lightning went through her. She felt him smirking. His tongue was everything.
She went blind, she went away.
When she came back, she was breathing heavily, one of her hands has on his head, his head on her thigh, one of his hands running up and down her other leg.
She completely blushed at his self-satisfied grin. That wouldn't do.
"You alright?"
"Are you fishing for compliments?" he barked out a deep laugh and shook his head.
"No. You screaming my name was compliment enough" Her eyes went wide; she felt another blush covering her whole. She laid back down again her covering her face with her hands.
"Oh gods, do you think people heard?"
He climbed up her body. "The morning after a wedding? I'm pretty sure you could blame it on practically anyone else" and she couldn't say how that shit-eating grin on his face made her want him again, so she narrowed her eyes at him.
"I'm not sure that actually holds true" her legs wrapped around his waist staring into his eyes as he towered above her "but just in case, we should make the most of it".
"As my queen commands," his grin became a sigh as he finally made his way inside her again.
The heat was everywhere. She loved it.