Author's Note: So….uh, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year? Yeah, I swore up and down that I would get this complete before the New Year arrived, and I have made good on my promise! The only explanation I have is that school blew up in my face right around the time that I posted the last chapter, and something had to give. Unfortunately, that thing was the fic. On the bright side, the first semester of my doctorate was a slam-dunk with three A's!

P.S. The baby is a girl! I know a lot of you were hoping for a boy, but this whole time I've referred to it as a girl in my head. Not to worry though, I'm sure that the great Tywin Lannister is above being wrapped around the finger of his baby girl. Just look at Cersei.

Chapter 14: In which there is a different kind of reunion.

Tywin's bedroom was dim, its only source of light coming from the moon hanging over King's Landing. Sansa was glad for it because as eager as she was to see his bared flesh again, she was not at all happy about the reverse happening. For the last six months, the only person to see her in a state of undress was Osha, and even that had been the lifting of her skirt and shirt, nothing beyond that.

She was nervous. Pregnancy had changed her body, not as much as it changed the bodies of other women perhaps, but it was enough to make her self-conscious of the way she looked. The breasts that used to ride high on her chest were fuller and extremely sensitive, so sensitive, in fact, that most days she would forego the use of her bra (as she had on the plane earlier, her aching breasts overcoming her sense of propriety). Her ankles would often swell, prompting several hours of elevated feet and little movement beyond the turning of a page or the flicking of a remote button. Her stomach, though, was the true source of her sudden shyness. For so long it had remained, well, flat-ish, rounding only slightly as the months passed, but in the last month she had suddenly become ravenous (a byproduct of the lack of physical relief that manifested as hunger for food, when all the while what she really craved was Tywin). Though she did not look several months pregnant, it was now obvious that she was carrying a child within her.

He would be the first, and last, man to see her like this. She was godsdamned petrified.

"Sansa?"

Oh gods, he must have seen her reluctance and misinterpreted it! Sansa grasped his hand and squeezed, trying to reassure him of her sincerity via touch, but it was not enough; his eyes were guarded and he looked unsure, unlike himself. "It's not what you're thinking, Tywin, I swear. I feel like I might die if I don't touch you, but…"

"What?"

"I look so different, I feel so different. What if you glance at me and decide that you don't want me anymore?"

Tywin let out a sharp laugh. "Don't you dare laugh at me, Tywin Lannister! It's a legitimate concern!"

"Oh, I am sure that you think it is, but do you really believe that over our time together that I have not had similar thoughts? That every time I bared my body to you, I did not worry that you would be repulsed by the obvious signs of my age? Oh, I have had enough 'concerns' for a lifetime in relation to you."

It seemed so contrary to his personality that he should feel that way, especially in light of the fact that she had often worshipped at his body like an acolyte in the sept. Not an inch of him had been spared the press of her lips or the glide of her tongue.

But perhaps what was needed at this moment, at this meeting of their bodies, was not an affirmation of her beauty, but of his. The thought was appealing, and it spurred her into action.

Sansa released his hand and reached for the buttons of his waistcoat (his coat had been the first casualty of their rush to the bedroom, left behind in a rumpled pile on his study's floor). Her fingers hesitated on the first button, unsure of his desire to cede some control to her.

In their time together, she had only undressed him a few times. Tywin preferred to strip her of her clothes before relieving himself of his own. Rarely had he allowed her the pleasure of removing his armor from him. Letting her fingers rest on his chest, she looked up at him, questioning with her eyes because she dared not voice the words.

Thankfully, he understood her silent question and nodded slightly, dropping his hands to his sides, waiting for her to make the next move.

Her fingers moved again, easing the buttons from the cloth that bound them, slowly revealing the shirt underneath. Sansa pushed the waistcoat off his shoulders and down his arms, then went to work on the next layer.

Unconsciously, her actions mirrored a process that had occurred throughout their relationship, except there was now the revelation of his body, instead of the revelation of him. The movement of her hands became methodical and contemplative; she lingered over parts of him, appreciating them anew. The fine bones of his forearms which tapered down into strong wrists and elegant fingers. The curve of his hips, around which her legs had clenched and cradled. The sinews and muscles of his legs belied his age; they were taut and firm, but they also quivered with every pass of her hand.

Sansa could tell that he was ready to end her exploration, ready to throw her on her back and bury himself deep inside of her. She wanted that too, but it couldn't satisfy her sudden hunger, the craving that had been building inside of her, making her shake with need. Her gaze narrowed on his cock, jutting out from the gold and silver thatch of hair. It had been so long; her last taste of him seemed like it was years past.

The urge to take him into her mouth was overwhelming, but she drew him in slowly, wanting to savor the sudden, explosive taste of him on her tongue. Instantly, his hands were in her hair, urging her to his cock deeper, but Sansa resisted. She pulled back, gliding her tongue around the head, dipping into the tip.

She heard a groan float down to her ears, and she gave him an answering moan. Tywin's thighs were now shaking under her fingers, his desire vibrating through her, increasing her own. Carefully, she opened her mouth wider and took him back in, sinking to the base of his cock, holding him there for a moment while she breathed the scent of him in.

Tywin's fingers bit into her shoulders, drawing her away, pulling her up into a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, seeking out every bit of his essence that she had gathering, imprinting the memory of his taste on her tongue. The sensations drove her wild, made her writhe against him, and stand on her toes in an effort to get closer. However, her clothing impeded her progress.

Sansa stepped back and began to pull her dress up her legs; she spared a quick thought of thankfulness to whatever had encouraged her to keep it on after the wedding. Tywin's large, warm hands joined her own, and soon her dress was up and over her head, then on the floor beside them. She pressed her naked chest against his, sighing in relief: she was home. After all her running, she was finally home in the arms of her beloved. Tywin seemed to savor the pause in their frantic activity as much as she did, letting one hand rest in the small of her back while the other caressed her cheek.

But the gentle touches could not forestall her needs forever, and Sansa was soon pushing him back, urging him towards the bed. Once at the bedside, they turned, and Tywin eased her down onto the coverlet. What had started as hurried fucking transformed into slow lovemaking. His mouth engaged hers for what felt like ages, their tongues meeting, twining, and parting, her breaths coming in sighs and moans. Her hands wandered over his tense shoulders and down his back, nails raking slightly, sliding through the perspiration gathering there. He shivered and rocked his hips into hers.

The long-awaited contact between cock and cunt had them both moaning for more. Sansa broke away from the kiss, panting into his ear, "Ty-Tywin. Please." Any more foreplay and she would go up in flames, she knew she would. Tywin shifted his weight to one hand and the other slid through her wet cunt before grasping his cock.

Sansa widened the spread of her legs and lifted her hips. He slid all the way into her with one slow thrust, not stopping until he was flush against her. Tywin let out a long breath and rested his forehead on hers. They breathed together for a moment, relishing the feeling of their connected bodies.

Soon, the tension was too much, and Sansa clenched her muscles around Tywin's cock, prompting him to move. He let out a quiet curse and eased himself back, but thrust home again quickly, as if he could not bear to be parted from her depths for an instant. She hitched her leg up and over his hip, tugging him closer. "It's all right, Tywin, I'm here. I'm yours. I won't be going anywhere ever again."

Those words appeared to be just what he needed to hear, for he shuddered against her once, drew a deep breath, and began to thrust in and out of her cunt in earnest. The heavy slide of his hips against hers was something she had missed desperately, but the way his body strained and moved over her made her breath catch in her throat every time. Tywin was magnificent and fierce in his lovemaking, seeking for her pleasure and his own with every movement. One thrust had her gasping into his mouth, but he had already moved away. "No! Please, right there, Tywin!"

She could feel him adjusting and squirmed to help. The results of their combined efforts had her legs shaking as he thrust up against her. Every thrust and stroke stimulated her clit and her g-spot simultaneously, and it was too much for her to bear. Sansa came apart around his cock, muscles squeezing and trembling. Tywin thrust hard one last time, moaning low into her ear as he came and came before collapsing onto his elbows.

As they came down from their high, she trailed her fingers across his cheeks, down his nose, and over his lips. He was a sight to behold, even in what little light the moon offered: cheeks flushed, eyes bright but sated, absolutely perfect. "I missed you. All the time. I carried you with me to the North and to High Garden, but it wasn't enough."

"Yours was an absence that became impossible to reconcile. I will not allow it a second time."

Sansa smiled up at him, knowing that it was his way of telling her of his love. "I can live with that."

"Good."

He pulled away then and Sansa flushed when she felt their combined releases trickling out of her. "Sorry about the mess."

"It is nothing. Stand up."

She moved her legs over the side of the bed and put her feet on the floor; she was unsurprised to find that they still shook a little. Tywin tossed back the coverlet and the sheets before lying back down, beckoning her to lie next to him. Their breath soon evened and matched as they slipped into sleep.