Tormund pauses after he is fully sheathed inside Brienne, kissing her deeply while she adjusts. Once she does, he breaks away from her mouth to look into her eyes and begins to move on top of her, setting that familiar pace of their coupling, and she does her best to meet his thrusts. Her long legs are tightly wrapped around his waist and one of her hands is entwined with his, while she holds onto his shoulder with the other.
Brienne is completely lost in pleasure, and before long she suddenly feels herself tightening around him, causing Tormund to groan her name in her ear. Tormund then moves his lips from her shoulder to her neck and nips her pulse point, his beard tickling her skin, and this is enough to send her over the edge, shouting his name as she arches against him, digging her nails into his back. He keeps thrusting into the blonde woman, magnifying her orgasm, until his rhythm falters and he reaches his peak, calling out her name once again.
The ginger man collapses on top of her and she kisses his forehead, enjoying the weight of his body over hers until she is forced to release him so that he can pull out of her. He then lays next to her and the two of them spend the next few moments catching their breath and allowing their sweaty bodies to cool down.
It has been like that practically every night since they got together: after a long, passionate lovemaking session, Tormund proceeds to cover them both with their furs and curl himself around her, his arm holding her by the waist and her hand entwining his. When he does not tell one of his far-fetched tales, he whispers endearments in her ear, making her blush even more and lulling her to sleep.
Brienne is a woman who can defend herself, who needs no one to protect her, who rather protects people. But she cannot help but feel safe when she is in Tormund's arms, protected in his warmth - for a man from beyond the Wall, he certainly has a great storage of it. She feels even safer than when she is dressing her armor or when her hand grips Oathkeeper's hilt. It is amazing how perfectly their bodies fit together, like they were truly made for one another.
However, she also enjoys being the big spoon. When it is early in the morning and she wakes up facing Tormund's broad back, she loves spending several minutes counting the freckles on his skin. They make her remind of the night sky in Tarth. She never thought someone could have so many, and she is a freckled person herself. And when she gets bored of counting, she simply smiles, curls herself tightly around him, places her hand on his smooth hairy chest and kisses and nuzzles his warm skin lightly until he wakes up.
Will Brienne ever tell Tormund of her activity? She thinks she probably should, but since he has never noticed, she decides to keep her secret for as long as she can.
At the end of the day, when it comes to spooning, Brienne finds she does not really have a preference, so long as her body is as close to Tormund's as possible. And as she wakes him up with her kisses, she catches herself praying the Seven they both will survive the wars to come, so that they can do this for the rest of their lives.