AN's: So remember when I said this was going to be three parts? Yeah…well this story still won't leave me alone. I'm going to say that the next chapter should be the last, but who knows. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: George R.R. Martin owns them.
Part III – Where You Fell
Sansa's eyes flickered open. She squinted at the light streaming through her windows with a small groan. She'd forgotten to close the curtains.
She lifted her head slightly, another groan escaping her lips as she pressed her hand to her pounding head.
Too many appletinis.
She laid her head back down on the sofa cushions, not wanting to leave the warmth of the couch even to block out the annoying light. She placed her hand over Tyrion's, who lay behind her on the couch, his arms wrapped securely around her.
Sansa smiled softly to herself as she felt his breath against her neck and the steady pressure of his chest against her back.
Deciding it best not to spend the rest of night making out at the bar, they trooped happily (and drunkenly) to her apartment. Once there, they collapsed on the couch together, whispering and laughing in between lazy kisses in the dark.
Sansa felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach just thinking about it. Tyrion's soft lips pressed against hers, his hands holding her...his intense eyes looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.
They'd met on a rainy afternoon in the campus library. Sansa had been looking for a book for her philosophy course and had come up with nothing. Somewhere in her search she'd gotten turned around in the stacks. Trying to maneuver her way back to the front of the library, she'd bumped into him, causing him to drop the books in his arms. She apologized profusely, bending down to help him, only to find the book she needed in his hand.
In her excitement she grabbed it out of his hand and jumped up with a loud "hooray" and a little dance.
When she looked back at him he was watching her with a smile and a curious gleam in his eye. He walked her back to the front of the library, and they soon learned they had a few more classes together. As he left, he took her hand and said he was glad he was able to help her find what she was looking for.
Over the next year or so they became good friends. Often studying together or just hanging out at the bar or anything else they could think of. He had come to several of the parties she had thrown at her apartment and he became her closest friend next to Brienne. Still, she couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her all that time. She couldn't deny she had always felt something, but was never quite sure how to act on it.
Now, thinking back to the night before and lying in his arms, she found that telling the truth was all that was needed. She felt him stir behind her and she sat up on the couch, turning to face him just as his eyes opened. He blinked several times as he registered her.
"Sansa?" His voice was thick with sleep. He brought his hand up to rub at his eyes.
"Good morning," She said softly, touching his cheek.
His hand rested on hers, and he blinked again, as if not sure what was happening.
"Sansa..." he searched for words. "It...it wasn't a dream..."
She smiled, leaning towards him to bring her face close to him. "No...no it wasn't." She brushed her lips against his, laughing when she tried to pull away only to have him take her face in his hands and kiss her eagerly.
They were both breathless when they parted, and Tyrion stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.
"Good morning indeed," he murmured. "Sansa...you have no idea how long I've wanted this."
She smiled, settling comfortably against his chest. "I have an idea…I just don't know why we waited so long."
"Hmm…" Tyrion pulled her towards him again. "What do you say we make up for lost time?"
Sansa smiled as he kissed her.
"Where are we going?" Tyrion asked, more than a bit annoyed as he tried to catch up with Jaime. His brother was walking briskly ahead of him. Tyrion checked his watch and then his phone. Sansa hadn't texted him yet to tell him of her and Brienne's arrival at the diner. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he thought about Sansa and the blissful morning they had spent together. They had made plans to go back to her place later for dinner- after their little 'meeting' with Jaime and Brienne.
"I thought we were going to lunch," He went on when he was side by side with his brother again. "I'm starving."
"Yes, yes, we're going," Jaime assured him as they turned the corner. "I just have to pick something up first."
"Pick what up?" Tryion asked as he followed Jaime into a store, checking his phone again for a text. He looked up in time to see his brother walk up to the front of the store. He followed, still looking at his phone. Jaime pulled a card out of his wallet, handing it to the clerk behind the counter.
"Very good, sir. It will be just a moment." He disappeared into the back.
Tyrion blinked and looked around, taking in his surroundings. There were glass counters around the parameter of the store, locked inside were all glittering diamonds and other precious stones.
A jewelry store.
He narrowed his eyes and looked again to Jaime. His brother was wringing his hands in a nervous manner and rocking back on his heels.
"Jaime…" Tryion started. "Why are we in a jewelry store?"
Jaime turned to him, scratching the back of his head as he let out a nervous laugh.
"Well…"
"Here you are, sir." The clerk reappeared behind the counter and handed Jaime his order.
Jaime looked down at the small, black box in his hand and nodded with a smile before closing it with snap.
"Yes…yes it's perfect. Thank you."
The clerk nodded and moved on to help another customer.
Jaime looked back at Tyrion. His eyes were bright, and he smiled.
"Tyrion…I have something to tell you…" he started, handing the box to Tyrion.
Tyrion eyed him, already having an idea of what was in the box and not quite believing it. His suspicions were confirmed when he lifted the lid to see a diamond ring surrounded with sapphires nestled inside.
His phone beeped and Tyrion saw the message from Sansa. They were at the diner.
"Oh, bloody hell..."
