AN's: UPDATE 5/17/13. Last week I posted this as a 600 word fluff drabble that was strictly JaimexBrienne . However, the idea stayed with me and would not leave me alone until it morphed into this. This will now have three parts. Part one is now longer and part two will include just Sansa and Tyrion. I'm sorry if that isn't your thing, but I hope you'll give it a chance anyway. Part III is in the works. I hope you enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: George R.R. Martin owns them.


Part II – How It Is


To say that Tyrion was surprised when Jaime left with Brienne was an understatement. While he suspected that his older brother's "we're just friends" line was bullshit, he hadn't expected anything to come from his dare.

He was happy for Jaime. As strange as it seemed, he and Brienne suited each other.

"Here's to them," he said aloud, raising his glass. He finished the drink and gestured to the waitress walking by for another.

Bored with their game of truth or dare, Bronn had sauntered away toward the brunette that kept giving him eyes from the corner of the bar.

Which left Tyrion alone.

The waitress brought his drink and Tyrion looked up from his musings just in time to see Sansa Stark enter the bar. He set his glass down and watched as she strode in, her auburn locks loose around her shoulders. She stopped in front of the bar, her eyes scanning the crowd as she looked for Brienne. Finally, her gaze met his. She smiled, making her way towards him, eyes still seeking out her friend and turning the heads of many a man in the bar as she passed.

She squeezed into the booth beside him with a friendly greeting over the white noise and ordered a drink.

She smelled of lilacs.

"Tyrion?"

He blinked rapidly, not realizing she had spoken.

"Hmm?"

"I asked if you had seen Brienne… she was supposed to meet me."

He nodded.

"Ah yes," he took a drink. "Very briefly. She left not long ago…with Jaime."

Sana's eyes went wide.

"Really?" she smiled wider.

He told her about their game and how he had dared Jaime.

She laughed, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim lighting.

"Well it's about time."

Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

"So you know something then?"

The waitress brought Sansa's appletini.

"Oh I have my suspicions," she answered after taking a sip of the drink. "And Brienne is a terrible liar, but she seems so happy with whatever it is they have…I didn't want to push just yet…"

Tyrion nodded in agreement.

"Well if the show they put on is any indication, we should know soon enough."

Sansa's mobile buzzed and he saw Brienne's name light up on the screen.

"Maybe sooner," she said, reading the text with a laugh and leaned closer to him so he could read it.

S- can't make it tonight. Something came up. Make it up to you tomorrow? - B

"I bet something came up," Tyrion snorted when Sansa swatted his arm.

"Oh stop! I'm happy for them."

He agreed, watching as she re-read the message with a wistful sigh. Then, something in her expression changed and quicker than lightning the soft smile she wore changed to a smirk. She hit reply and sent Brienne a message of her own.

"I have an idea," she exclaimed and pressed send.

She turned that smirk and her sparkling eyes on him.

"To make it up to me, I'm going to have Brienne meet me for lunch tomorrow. And, since Jaime has ditched you for the night as well, you should call him in the morning and do the same."

Tyrion's grin spread slowly over his face, catching on.

"And if we just so happen to all be having lunch at the same place and time…"

"Well, wouldn't that be a lovely coincidence?" Sansa finished for him, knocking back her drink and doing a tiny victory dance that caused her leg to press against his under the table.

Tyrion pretended not to notice.

"I'm buying you another drink," He stated, gesturing to the waitress. "For being brilliantly duplicitous." He looked at her in awe. "I wouldn't have thought it."

She smiled at him and leaned over the table again.

"Oh Tyrion…the things you don't know about me."

He took a drink.

"Like what?" he asked softly.

Sansa held his gaze for a moment. Several moments. Perhaps an eternity. Who's to say?

Tyrion could look at her forever.

She titled her head, leaning back only slightly against the booth.

"Well, since Jaime and Brienne are being the daring ones tonight…perhaps we should follow suit and finish the game properly?"

Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" he asked as their next round arrived.

"Truth or dare," she explained after sipping her drink. "We should tell each other some truths."

A dangerous game, Tyrion thought. Very dangerous, considering how much he'd had to drink already. Still, that same reason emboldened him. That and the fact that Sana's leg was still pressed against his and she showed no sign of moving it.

"You're on," he agreed softly, bringing the glass to his lips. "And you're first."

Sansa smiled, seemingly pleased at his agreement. She brought her hand up to tap her chin in thought.

They started off slowly, talking about school, their families, and their interests. Before they knew it almost an hour had past and several more drinks had been consumed.

It was Sansa's turn again.

"Okay, let's see…oh!" She turned to him with a smirk.

"I really don't like your sister."

Tyrion chuckled and clinked his glass to hers.

"Cheers. Neither do I."

She laughed and he couldn't help but join her.

"Yes, she is particularly horrible isn't she?" He trailed off. "Well, in keeping with the theme- I do like your sister."

He watched as Sansa's face lit up.

"Arya, the spitfire!" She smiled. "Ugh, I remember how we used to fight! She is something, isn't she? Always telling it like it is. Always so brave. Truth? I envy that about her."

She looked into her glass, her expression wistful.

"You're more like her than you know," he told her. "Truth."

She gave him a small smile.

"It's your turn."

He nodded, thinking for a moment. There was one truth he hadn't told her yet.

"I'm writing a book."

The smile spread across her face. "Really? What's it about?"

Tyrion shrugged and waved his hand in front him. "Oh you know…life, death…love…"

Sansa leaned towards him with interest. "Does it have a happy ending?"

Tyrion looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed from drinking, her hair now curling slightly due to the heat in the room.

He felt warm himself.

"I don't know yet," he replied softly.

She didn't look away. The leg that was pressed against his suddenly pressed closer.

Tyrion swallowed.

"Your turn."

"A truth?" She started, placing a hand on the table, close to his. "I'm having a great time…" she trailed off and inched her hand closer. "I'm glad we were both ditched tonight."

Tyrion looked at their hands, almost touching, and then back into her eyes. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, but he ignored it. He leaned forward.

"So am I."

"I think this is how it should be…"

Her little finger grazed his and she moved closer.

"So do I….Sansa…"

All coherent thought left him as he tilted his head towards hers inch by inch, almost there but just waiting for-

"I want you to kiss me, Tyrion," she told him in one quick breath.

And so he did. He brought his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her to him. His lips brushed hers once, twice. She gave a tiny sigh and Tyrion pressed forward, his tongue darting out between her lips. He touched it to hers softly, tasting her appletini. She made a noise like a purr and her hand went to his chest, her fingers tightening around his shirt.

Her mobile buzzed and they broke apart, both out of breath and looked at the phone and Brienne's reply.

Sansa smiled, still gripping his shirt.

"She's in." She looked at him, her blue eyes intense and swimming with emotion. "Should we make a plan?"

Tyrion smiled at her, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "Later."

He kissed her again.