Chapter 2 (or I don't even open my eyes in the pool)

November 12th 1998

Sansa

It was a Stark tradition that each Thursday night was 'family spaghetti night.' Her mother said that it was not mandatory but it would be a fun time for family bonding...that everyone had to attend...she called this 'fundatory.' It was hard for her children to agree on most things but they could agree on their hate of the word 'fundatory.' The dinner had changed over time, and with Jon and Rob both away at college, the table was much more quiet now. Normally, Rob and their father would talk about sports. Sansa would tell her mother about her exciting news; what Margaery wore earlier that day at school, what Joffery said, what clothes Sansa was going to wear tomorrow. Meanwhile, Jon, Bran, and Arya usually huddled near the end of the table discussing movies, or video games, or stupid rock bands, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Now that the dinner table was barren of the older siblings, their conversations lacked. Arya and Bran still chatted some but their mother discouraged it and said they should share with the family. Sansa still tried to share all the details with her mother but found it increasingly difficult to omit important information.

"Do you have any plans for this weekend, Bran?" their mother asked.

"Oh, me and a couple of the guys are going to go rock climbing," Bran causally responded. He probably hoped if he was calm about doing something like rock climbing his mother would be too.

There was a long pause as their mother looked across the table at her son. Their mother sat confidently at the table in a green blouse that set off her long auburn hair. She squinted at her youngest son, her brow furrowed, and she was clearly displeased with the answer. "Okay...just, be careful," she said after a pause. It was clear she didn't enjoy the words that came out of her mouth, but lately she had allowed her children more freedom.

"I know Mom," Bran groaned, annoyed with her over-protection, but said no more, as if to not push his luck.

"Sansa, what plans do you have for this weekend?" her mother asked as she carefully twirled spaghetti around her fork and delicately placed it into her mouth.

"Umm-m-m-m," Sansa wearily answered, unsure hot to best lie to her mother.

You aren't lying. You're just omitting a few facts. There's a difference...totally.

"You're 'umm-m-m-m-ing' this weekend?" Arya asked in a snarky voice as she plopped a limp pile of noodles into her mouth and sucked a few straggling pieces up through her lips. Sansa groaned in annoyance, much like Bran with their mother. Well Bran's annoyance was because of over-protection, Sansa's annoyance was created by a lost opportunity and disappointment.

Sansa's little sister was supposed to blossom into a young lady that could gossip with Sansa while they flipped through magazines, painted each others nails, and braided each others hair. But what Sansa had in a little sister was still an uncouth little deviant, wearing a black sweatshirt over a black tank-top, and a messy unkempt head of hair.

"No," Sansa answered coldly. "Joffery and I are going to the dinner and are going to the movies afterward." Forcing a smile after the lie was the hardest part for Sansa. She was unable to look at her mother since she knew she would see right through the deception, so she had to stupidly stare at Arya.

"That sounds nice," Cat hissed and clenched her jaw. Her mother used to be fond of Joffery. She knew his parents from church and told Sansa he was a 'smart, sharp-looking boy.' Things took a turn after she found out that Joffery regularly held parties at his family's house when his parents were out and heard the vicious, ghastly, false rumors that Joffery was caught drinking and driving multiple times.

He was only caught once. And he had to have that drink for his friend or else it would have spoiled.

"How's Gendry doing?" her father asked Arya sincerely. Since Gendry's father left, Ned Stark would tend to ask this about once a week. Although Ned did not try to become a surrogate father for the Baratheon boys, Gendry and Eddie, he did head over to their house now and then to help out with household chores. Just last week he helped Gendry's mother patch a hole on the roof. To Sansa's knowledge, Robert and Willow Baratheon were on their way to divorce since Robert was living over a hundred miles away in Chicago, but still sent money home to his former family.

"He's doin' okay," Arya would always answer with a shrug. It had been over a year since Mr. Baratheon left and every week when asked about his son, Arya would say he was doing was okay. It wasn't a 'lie' so to speak, Gendry was doing okay, all things considered. When he was with Arya, Sansa knew damn well he was doing better than okay.

"How about you, Arya?" her father asked his daughter, who was munching on a slice of garlic bread and had crumbs and marinara sauce messily dripping from her lips.

"Oh nothing too exciting," she answered and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Gendry and I are probably going to see a movie or something on Saturday once he's off work." Her parents traded a knowing glance and Bran smirked a little as he sipped from his glass of water. Arya had been dating Gendry for some time now but had yet to admit to her family, or maybe even herself. Arya's nights were spent with the boy talking the phone, spending time at his house 'studying', or spent time together in her room (with the door open at least a 'crack' of course per their mother's request). However, she still had him over when their parents were out, and on multiple occasions, Sansa had caught her and Gendry making out in her when they thought they were alone in the house. She saw them writhing around on her bed, their limbs snaking together, and more than once she even saw her sister and Gendry without their shirts on.

It's just unseemly...improper...terrible. Them laying on her bed together, kissing, and holding each other. His hands softly brushing her hair and massaging her back. It was just...everything I want.

Her sister wouldn't even say the word 'boyfriend,' but yet she unjustly had this handsome young man willing to take her out to a dinner and a movie and then ravage her with intense 'studying.' It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair at all. Arya's hair was short, and dirty sometimes, she barely even combed it. She didn't wear nice clothes. She didn't even wear girl clothes, usually just sweaters and t-shirts in men's size small. She liked all these weird things like Star Wars and wouldn't stop talking about some stupid TV show about a vampire slayer. She swore, she didn't do her nails, she didn't want to go to dances, it was like she barely wanted to be a girl! What could Gendry possible see in her? Why, when he looked at her, did his eyes light up and a stupid, mindless smile crawl across his face?

And why can't the same thing happen when Joffery looks at me?

Sansa didn't like her deep-seated jealous of her sister and knew deep...deep...down she was actually happy to see Arya and Gendry together. It was just things with Joffery had become more complicated lately. After two years of dating they still didn't have the spark that she saw between Arya and Gendry. She and Joffery had been going steady for a while but then he wanted to 'take things more seriously.' At first Sansa was overjoyed at this notion. She instantly made plans that involved Joffery properly meeting her parents, of holding hands in public, of sharing milkshakes together, with two straws of course, so they could both sip at the same time. She would prefer strawberry but would be okay with chocolate if that's what Joffery preferred. Or maybe some day she dreamed of him giving her a promise ring so they could be properly pre-engaged. After he told her that he wanted to 'take things more seriously' though, his hand slipped on her thigh and slithered up further than ever before. And when she looked into his eyes she knew he did not have milkshakes on his mind.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to...do that. She of course knew how it worked. The man put his...you know...it the woman's...you know. But, they had been together for almost two years. But maybe that's what would finally light the spark she wanted. Maybe that would make Joffery give her the same look that Gendry gave Arya. That look Sansa wanted to so badly. She should have gotten it by now if there was any fairness in the world. Her mother wouldn't approve, but...Joffery was worth it. That spark was worth it.

July 22nd 2003

Tyrion

The Golden Tooth was the finest dining in Madison area. It was a large black building with huge tinted windows framed in gold. The awning over the entrance was black with gold trim, the table cloths black with gold trim, and the wait staff wore black button up shirts with gold buttons. Even the bathroom had black and gold tiles. It was wonderfully pretentious restaurant for the area, where the people certainly had money, but didn't want to flaw it. It's where Tyrion took the women he had plans for. And he certainly had plans for Shae.

"You look lovely tonight," Tyrion complimented her as they sat down across from each at a small table. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders onto the short, sleek green dress she wore, with a glorious plunging neckline that left little to Tyrion's active imagination.

"Thank you. And you look very handsome," Shae said with a slight giggle as she batted her big brown eyes at Tyrion. He did dress up for the occasion, and had even worn a skinny red tie into work today with his formal white shirt and black trousers.

"Can I start you off with any drinks?" the young short, yet busty, blonde waitress asked.

Tyrion nodded to Shae, indicating she could go first. He found that women usually loved it when he did this. "Let's see," she mumbled as she looked down at the drink menu with uncertainty. "I'm not sure."

"I could make a suggestion if you want," the girl said with a smile.

"Ohh, I'm not sure..." she said as she began to chew on her right thumb nail, a nervous habit Tyrion had quickly picked up on. "What do you think I should get?" she asked, looking up at him.

Without any hesitation he answered. "We'll both have the Pinot Noir and for our main course we will both be having the tenderloin, with the broccoli, not the baked potato."

Shae cocked her head at Tyrion's decisive action and slyly grinned. The waitress looked to her, looking for confirmation, to which gave her a smile and a nod. "Okay, I'll go put that in for you."

"Thanks," Tyrion said to the blonde, but did not look away from Shae. "I hope you don't mind me taking the liberty."

"Not at all. I like a man who knows what he wants."

"Do you now?"

"Absolutely. In fact, if my oaf of a husband actually made a decision once in a while, I wouldn't be here with you right now."

Normally Tyrion thought it would be a faux pas for a woman to mention her ex-husband at dinner with a different man, but considering Tyrion was her divorce attorney, oddly it was the easiest topic for small talk.

"Why don't you tell me a little about him?" Tyrion asked. "Unless, of course, you feel uncomfortable with it."

"Sadly, there isn't much to tell. We met four years ago and when he asked me if I wanted to get married I stupidly said yes."

"And besides saying yes...what went wrong?"

"Nothing went wrong, nothing went right. It was just bland. There wasn't any spark. It was like waking up every morning and eating oatmeal for breakfast. It wasn't bad, but it really wasn't much of anything."

"And oatmeal bored you?"

"It didn't excite me. And it didn't excite him either. And we just drifted apart."

"So...you're looking for excitement?" Tyrion asked with a grin.

"I guess I am," she said returning the smile.

"Here we go," the waitress said as she reappeared with two dark glasses of wine, and daintily placed them on the table.

"Thanks," they both muttered at the same time as she turned and walked away again.

Tyrion sniffed the fruity wine. It had faint floral aroma with a whiff of freshly picked cherries. "Like it?" he asked his date as she slowly sipped the wine.

"Mmm," she moaned, her pink lipstick staining the glass slightly.

"Good, I aim to please," h said with a smile as his mind began to scurry for ideas to support small talk. "So, if I remember correctly, you work as a receptionist at Delta Dental in town."

"I do."

"And how did you end up there?"

"Oh, it's a job. I just ended up there," she sighed wistfully.

"You didn't have a say in the matter?"

"I did I guess. But truthfully, it was just a place that was hiring after high school that liked my smile."

"Heh," Tyrion chuckled at the dental pun. "You never wanted to go to college? Do anything else with your life?"

"Not really an option. My family didn't have any money. Dad's a chef in town and mom wasn't around. And I'm just smart enough to realize I'm not smart enough to get through college anyways."

"I doubt that. I have a feeling you usually get what you want if you put your mind to it."

"Maybe," she grinned at him and took another sip of wine. "What about you?"

"Me?"

"How did you end up as a lawyer?"

"Well, if you hadn't noticed, my last name is on the door of where I work. My brother is a lawyer, dad's a lawyer, his dad was a lawyer. Every Lannister is a lawyer or employed by one. I didn't have any options."

"So you had to be a lawyer?"

"No, I didn't have to be a lawyer. I just had to be a lawyer if I wanted to reap any of the benefits of my rich family."

"So your parents forced you into it?"

"No...my mother died when I was young. It's just been my dad."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be," he lied. "I never knew the woman. She just gave birth to me and had bad luck."

"Ohh," Shae sighed, looking away from Tyrion, uncomfortable with the casualness with the subject. Tyrion spent his life facing the death of his mother and knew very well of the matricide he committed with his birth. He was oddly comfortable in the familiar numbing agony the thought caused him.

"Did you know for every one-hundred-thousand births, at least ten women are just as unluckily as my mother was?"

"Ohh," Shae said again, awkwardly scratching her forearm, unable to look Tyrion in the eye.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Sometimes I'm terrible at small talk."

"It's okay. I understand. My mom didn't die, but she wasn't around. I know what it's like to make people feel uncomfortable with something you deal with on a daily basis."

"It's the worst isn't it?" Tyrion asked with a smirk. "You're just living your life and they have to suffer watching you do so. And we just ruin everyone's day."

A devious grin came across her face at that comment and a twinkle entered her eye. "To making other people uncomfortable," Shae said with a smirk, lifting her glass in a toast.

"Here, here," Tyrion added as they tipped their glasses together.

November 14th 1998

Sansa

"Don't worry. My parents are going to be out late," Joffery assured Sansa as she entered his house. His family came from money, so it was a lovely house with five bedrooms and three bathrooms, including a jacuzzi hot tub in the his parent's master bathroom.

"You sure?" Sansa nervously asked as she hung up her coat on the chrome coat rack in the main hallway. The main hallway lead to the his father's den on the left, the sitting room on the right, and kitchen was at the end of the hall. Sansa knew every inch of this house by heart. Sometimes when she would come over and she would claim to go to the bathroom but explore areas she had not seen. Once she explored his father's den, which was more of a library. The brown oak shelves were lined with books: novels, encyclopedias, dictionaries, anything and everything Sansa would ever want to read. She dreamy of grabbing a musty old tome from one of the shelves and curling up next to the fire place in the sitting room. When she suggested she and Joffery spend a lovely winter day like that together, he responded less positively than Sansa hoped.

I believe his exact words were "Pfft, why'd I want to do that? That's fucking gay."

"When did you say your parents would get back?" Sansa asked for the second time in the last minute. This time she hoped to get a more definitive answer than 'late.'

"You worry too much," Joffery answered with a groan. She didn't want to annoy him, considering how big the night was going to be for both them. He looked cute and trustworthy with a dark forest green Ralph Lauren polo and some straight-fitting black jeans. The top accentuated his jade eyes and golden hair marvelously and the pants perfectly framed his cute little bottom.

"I just wanted to make sure we didn't get interrupted. That's all," Sansa explained as she followed him into his house. Knowing it was a big occasion she dressed up in her favorite winter time outfit. It was a sky blue turtleneck cotton sweater and a matching blue skirt with a ribbed hem. Her mother hated the dress, saying the skirt crept up higher than she was acceptable for a young girl. Fortunately for Sansa, she had a younger sister who gladly distracted their mother as Sansa left for a small sum of only five dollars.

I would pay Arya millions of dollars if it meant I got to wear this dress on this night. This perfect magnificent night.

"You look sexy tonight," Joffery complimented as he led her into the kitchen, barely able to keep his eyes off of her.

"You too," Sansa softly replied, with a excited giggle, barely able to contain her bliss.

"Did you want something to drink?"

"Sure. Could I have a glass of water?"

"Water? Fuck that shit," Joffery laughed, shaking his head at Sansa. "My parents were kind enough to buy a six pack of wine coolers earlier this week." Joffery reached into the large steel refrigerator and brought out two bottles and offered one to Sansa.

"...Thanks," Sansa sad as she took the bottle, which felt cold and surprisingly heavy in her hand. Her hand fumbled with the top, trying to twist it off and mimic what she saw adults do. "Come on," she furiously grunted and felt the metal teeth rip into her flesh.

"Here," Joffery growled and ripped the bottle out of her hand. He wrapped his hand around the bottle and twisted off the top. Sansa thought back to her father gallantly removing bottle caps for her mother, an act that was practically the same as a knight covering a mud puddle with his cape for his lady.

"Thank you," she giggled, taking back the opened beverage as Joffery lazily threw the cap into the garbage can sitting under the sink. The bottle was cool on her lips as the pink 'Sun Peak Peach' slipped down her throat, sweeter than she expected, and her skin began to pleasantly glow as the liquor seeped into her system. "Yummy," she moaned, smacking her lips in pleasure, pleased that Joffery, or at least his parents, picked a delectable drink for her.

"Too fucking fruity," Joffery groaned after his sip, and proceeded to dump the entirety of his drink down the sink. "Now, here's the shit," he smirked as he stood on his tip-toes as he opened a cabinet above the refrigerator and brought down a bottle of brown liquid.

"What's that?" Sansa asked.

"This is Jim Bean. And it's the fucking shit," Joffery announced emphatically. He placed the large bottle to his lips and tipped the bottle back so that some of the liquid flowed into the back of his throat.

"Urgh!" he coughed, spitting up some of the liquor he brazenly threw back a second ago.

"You okay?" Sansa asked, rushing to her knight's side who had just been poisoned by his own ale.

"Yeah," he coughed has his hand smacked the linoleum counter top. "I'm okay."

"Ohh, good," Sansa whimpered as she slowly rubbed his back in small circles.

"Did you want some?" Joffery offered, unable to stop his coughing.

"Umm, no thank you," Sansa declined lightly and watched her love spit up the rest of the brown liquor.

July 22nd 2003 (or still at dinner with Shae)

Tyrion

"Enjoying the beef?" Tyrion asked Shae as she sliced into her cut of meat.

"Yes. It's incredibly tender," she answered. "My husband never took me anywhere this nice."

"That's a shame. How'd the two of you meet?"

"Ohh, he was having his wisdom teeth removed and actually thought he had a chance with the single receptionist at the dentist's office."

"Well he was right," Tyrion chuckled.

"He was," Shae groaned, her tone and demeanor full of regret. Even with her melancholy expression she was still unfathomably sexy. She had pouty full lips, and her hair tumbled over her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Tyrion apologized for the second time that evening. "We shouldn't talk about your husband."

"We shouldn't?"

"It doesn't feel...proper." Tyrion suggested.

"I don't know much about you, but I think you don't give a damn about what is, or isn't, proper."

"You might be right," Tyrion said with a smirk as he took a sip of his wine.

"No, I am," Shae said with certainty.

"And why do you say that?" Tyrion asked.

"I don't think any of the services you have offered so far as my attorney have been proper."

"I haven't done anything truly against the rules," Tyrion countered.

Yet.

"And what exactly do the rules say about a relationship between a client and her attorney?"

"The rules state it is highly improper. If anyone at Lannister, Lannister, and Lannister were to find out, I would be immediately terminated. Even if I am a Lannister."

"Is that all?"

"No, I could possibly be disbarred," Tyrion added, truthfully unsure of the that part, but knew the punishment would be severe.

"So, why I'm I here?" Shae asked.

"Huh?" Tyrion answered her question with one of his own.

"You took me to a restaurant on the opposite side of town from where you work because if we got caught it would be catastrophic for you."

"True," Tyrion said and leaned over the table. "But it is also quite tasty."

"Yes, it is," Shae agreed. "But are you willing to risk your career over something that is...tasty?"

"Possibly," Tyrion enigmatically replied. "Now, I have a question for you."

"And what's that?"

"You accepted my invitation here tonight and you seem very aware the type of man I am. So, why are you here?"

Shae leaned in over the table so only inches separated their faces. "Because I just spent the last four years married to a man I couldn't stand. Because I haven't had fun in the last four years. And because, in the last four years I haven't had sex that I enjoyed or that I didn't regret having."

"And how exactly should we rectify this?"

"Simple. You pay for this overpriced meal and we go back to my place and do something that I'm pretty sure we'll regret..." Shae leaned her head in closer and blew into his ear. "...but at least we'll enjoy."

Tyrion darted his head away and began to scour the room for their waitress. "Excuse me!" he nearly shouted as she came into view.

"Save any room for desert? Our special tonight is strawberry cheesecake."

"No thank you," Tyrion said sternly. "Can we have the check please? We are in a bit of a rush."

November 14th 1998 (or still at Joffery's house)

Sansa

The last hour had been a blur for Sansa. One moment they were in Joffery's kitchen and the next they were in his bedroom. The peach drink Joffery gave her earlier in the evening had certainly effected Sansa strongly as she felt the world become fuzzy and her head became heavy and warm. It was convenient though, because Joffery's sheets were also fuzzy and warm. They were soft blue linen, a shade of blue Sansa adored, and thought it was a fitting place for the beautiful act of consummating their love. And Joffery was in a rush to consummate. His hands rapidly roamed over her body, slipped up her top, and pinched and squeezed her flesh on the way to her chest. It didn't feel bad...Joffery's touches never felt bad...it just wasn't what Sansa excepted. In truth, she didn't know what to expect and enjoyed his warm fingers...somewhat.

"Can you take your bra off?" Joffery asked gruffly as his thumbs fumbled on her back.

"Sure," Sansa murmured, leaned her body off the bed, and slid the bra down under her shirt. His hand instantly attached to her exposed breast and began to kneed it like he was a baker.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned as his finger's pinched and clamped at her.

"Oh...yeah," Sansa responded as she closed her eyes and tried to drift away. She tried to drift to a another place. A place that made more sense. She wasn't sure how Belle and the Beast made love after he turned back into a charming prince, but she was pretty sure Belle didn't awkwardly lay on the bed trying to imagine being anywhere else.

She lay underneath him, her head spun from the liquor, and her mind raced with excitement and fear at what was to come. At some point he would take out his...you know...and then he'd see her...you know.

In the meantime his hands continued their conquest of her body, tickling and digging at her flesh. Occasionally his lips would meet hers, smelling of whiskey and the two beers he pounded before they stumbled up to his room. His fingers wandered down Sansa's body, past the bottom of her skirt, and slid up her thighs. Her skin was exposed to him and her body twitched at his touch. She truly appreciated at that moment that Joffery had not taken the time to properly clip his nails before their evening together and the skin on her upper thighs was very sensitive. He clawed at her thighs, scratching and slashing until his fingers found their way to her panties. She had worn her favorite pair that evening, thy were mostly blue and had cute little red dots. The bottom elastic area was lacy and the waist band had a small red decorative bow.

"Ugh," Joffery groaned his he grasped the panties and began to tug them down her legs and his nails dug into her flesh. The movements were jerky and violent, and Sansa froze when she heard a ripping noise.

"Let me," she offered frantically, not wanting to hear any more ripping, and reached down and under her skirt. Her hands trembled as reached up her skirt and slid her panties off.

"There we go," Joffery groaned and his finger tips skittered back up her thigh until he reached her unguarded private area. His fingers began to jab and poke as he looked deep into Sansa's eyes.

"You like that baby?" he asked.

I'm I supposed to?

"Totally," she falsely cooed, hoping that positive encouragement would yield better results.

"Yeah, you do. You're a dirty little girl," he grunted, and as he licked up the side of her neck, Sansa recoiled at the terrible slurping noise it made.

I feel kind of dirty.

"Such a dirty little girl," he said again, nibbling on her neck. It was nice for a moment until his nibbling became more of a gnawing. Sansa fought the urge to swat him the face to prevent anymore teething, afraid he would draw blood, or worse, leave marks her mother would notice.

"Softer?" Sansa asked softly.

"Wh-a?" Joffery mumbled, his mouth still latched on Sansa's neck.

"Maybe..be a bit softer?" she whimpered, not specifying where he should be softer, because he should be softer everywhere.

"Uhhh?" he asked again, not hearing her, or maybe too drunk to understand.

"Ohh, nothing," she said and he continued his fumbling and chewing. Sansa wasn't sure how long he kept this up, ten seconds, ten minutes, but it was too long.

"Wait," Joffery said, whipping his head back from Sansa's neck.

"What?" Sansa asked her...lover...

"Why are we doing this here?"

"What? I thought you wanted to do this?"

"Oh, I do. But I have a great idea. Let's go to my parent's hot tub."

"Go to your parent's hot tub...and..." Sansa mumbled.

"Oh yeah..." he said as his voice dropped an octave and became more husky.

"But...but..." Sansa began to argue.

Have sex...in the hot tub? That doesn't sound...clean. I mean...I don't even open my eyes in the pool.

"Oh, c'mon on 't you love me?" Joffery asked and gazed at Sansa with his big green eyes.

"Yeah...of course I love you," Sansa whimpered.

July 22nd 2003

Tyrion

The last hour had been a blur for Tyrion. One moment they were at the restaurant and the next they needed to be in his car, as soon as possible. Tyrion did not want anything to happen that could change Shae's mind about the decision they had just made. Tyrion didn't even look at the bill the short busty blonde provided. He just put five or six twenty-dollar bills into the black leather bill holder and rushed away with Shae.

I probably gave her a forty dollar tip. And she didn't refill the water Shae got with dinner.

He didn't think he ran more than one red light. Besides, no one was coming and he had very important places to go. "Slow down," Shae purred and took the liberty of grazing her fingertips up his thigh as he was driving. "I'm not going to go bad."

Together they crashed through her front door after she unlocked it, knocking over a chrome coat stand near the front door. Shae seemed distracted by this but after Tyrion wrapped his arms around her torso and grabbed her ass the piece of fallen furniture didn't seem to matter anymore.

"Where's your bedroom?" Tyrion grunted as they kissed. Her lips were so...tasty. They were moist and tasted like the wine she sipped. Her tongue was soft and savory. Her scent was maddening. Everything about her was maddening.

"That way," she grunted in return as she ran her hand through his hair and lead him towards the bedroom. They bumped into her long brown leather couch as they they wrestled towards the bedroom.

Shae's bedroom was small, but intimate. Her bed sat in the center of the room, covered in at least dozen pillows, and she sheets and comforter were purple satin. Black and white pictures of famous architecture lined the walls. A black and white portrait of the Eiffel Tower caught Tyrion's eye; the spire rose from the ground in a magnificent way. A large antique oak dresser stood to the side,decorated with decorative spiraling wrought-iron handles. Scented candles stood on the top. Tyrion thought of taking a moment to stop and and light them but decided against it.

Maybe next time.

Nimble fingers skittered down Tyrion's chest and began to unbuckle his belt while his hands began to slip around her back and search for a zipper. They tumbled onto the bed with Shae atop him. She stopped kissing him for a moment and she got up from him and with her same nimble fingers reached around and unzipped her dress. Tyrion was awestruck as her dress fell from her body and exposed her flawless body.

Although he found it hard to think of anything else, Tyrion reached into his pocket for his wallet. He flipped it open and snapped out a small neon latex safety net.

"Fuck that," she commanded, slipping her matching green lace panties to the ground. "I'm on the pill."

"Great." Was all Tyrion could grunt as he flipped her onto the mattress.

November 14th 1998 (or still at Joffery's house)

Sansa

"Come on, the water is plenty warm," Joffery assured her as he entered the hot tub completely naked.

"Okay..." Sansa whimpered. Her left hand covered her exposed breasts, making sure to cover all of the disgusting birthmark she had under her right nipple. Her right hand covered the lower part of her body. The bathroom floor was cold on her bare feet so she hurried to the large white hot tub and slipped inside, on the far side from Joffery.

Searing hot water jets shot out water at a fast pace and massaged her back as she rested for a moment. The knot in her back began to tighten in Joffery's bedroom and grew larger when they disrobed in front of the tub.

She had seen Joffery at various degrees of nude before and learned to appreciate what she saw. His chest wasn't scrawny, it was sleek, and his legs weren't bony, they were just compact. He still had his gorgeous green eyes and beautiful blond hair and Sansa decided to focus on that.

"Come on babe," Joffery slurred as he thrashed his hands in the tub motioning her towards him. She looked down quickly and luckily the swirling water of the hot tub covered her chest and her birthmark.

"Okay," she whimpered as she scooted closer to her...love. This is what she wanted. She wanted Joffery all to herself...she wanted this so badly.

And, we're in a hot tub, which was romantic. Right?

"Come over here," Joffery instructed forcefully as he dipped his hand into the water and wrapped it around her waist.

"Ohh!" Sansa squealed as she was shifted on to his lap. His very erect...rubbing against his thigh.

"God you are so pretty."

"...Thanks..." Sansa sputtered, turning her head away from his face as his alcohol-soaked breath was beginning to wear on her.

"Even that splotchy spot on your tit is pretty," he groaned as his hand wrapped around the very same splotchy spot he was speaking about. He sunk his head down to her chest and his drunken tongue began to lap at her chest like a thirsty basset hound. The sensation tickled and Sansa fought the urge to laugh or jerk away. His pace increased and as Sansa began to feel uncomfortably slobbery as his jaws clenched onto her like a teething child.

"Wow!" she shrieked and couldn't help but slap him in the back of the head.

"Oh, babe, I can't wait anymore," Joffery growled as he moved her body against her...so she was lined up with his...

"But, wait..." Sansa hesitated. "I'm not on the pill or anything. Don't we need a condom or...something?"

"No...we'll be fine," Joffery explained. "You can't get pregnant in a hot tub."

"Ummm, I don't think that's true..." Sansa countered.

"Babe...I know what I'm talking about," he said in annoyance as his head dropped down in his drunken daze. "Not to mention, you're going to be on top. You can't get pregnant if you're on top. That's just gravity."

Sansa thought back her freshmen health class and could have sworn that none of that was true. But, she could have missed something. She did spend most of her time doodling in her notebook and not really listening.

"Are you sure?" Sansa stammered, uncertainty filling her mumbling voice.

"Totally," he groaned, thrusting his body towards her.

"Oh...okay," Sansa agreed.

You want this. You want Joffery. You need this.

Sansa slide her body up Joffery's thighs until she meet his...

Penis Sansa...it's called a Penis. It's about to go inside your vagina. You should be able to say the names before you do it.

"Okay, here we go," Sansa groaned as she slid her...vagina...over his penis. There was more resistance than she expected and her jaw clenched in pain as she lowered herself further.

"There we go," Joffery grunted as he began to rock his body against hers as the hot tub roared around them. It didn't hurt...a lot. She knew it might hurt a bit, but this was more than she expected. Joffery started to sloppily kiss her shoulder as she joined him in rocking back and forth, fighting through the discomfort. Sansa never knew what her first time would be like, but she didn't think it'd be like this.

AN:

Thanks for all the reviews, follows, etc.

For you Sansa X Tyrion shippers out there I'm sorry we haven't gotten to the 'good stuff' yet. I promise it is coming.

Next time: We jump ahead with Sansa to an important moment for her entire family. Tywin and Tyrion have lunch and Tyrion meets a very important person, but doesn't realize it.