Once again, thank you all very much for the feedback and helpful tips! I'm so rusty! I'm planning on starting a novel, and figured fanfiction would be a great place to start and practice writing. Plus, I'm hopelessly addicted to the idea of Sansa and Tyrion together, and could not come up with any ideas for my own book. I needed to get this story out first. I will try to update daily (maybe even more than 1 chapter per day!) but I don't think I'll break my record of 9 chapters haha! Thank you all for the continued support.

TYRION

This woman will be the death of me. He was frustrated, both sexually and in the usual sense. How was he supposed to resist this beautiful, broken creature? It took every ounce of his restraint to stop himself from devouring her when she pulled him into that kiss. Why did I stop? Daenerys said she'd ask for it when she was ready. Maybe she is ready. No. He shook his head at that. She was clearly drunk and looking for comfort. He took another gulp of wine and looked over to the bed where said wife was sleeping peacefully. His earlier revelation had not gone quite the way he had hoped or expected.

"Sansa Lannister of house Stark, I'm afraid I have some rather unsettling news. I am irreversibly in love with you." He had waited for her to say something, anything at all. But she hadn't seemed to register that he had spoken and instead stood up quickly and vomited the contents of her stomach out the window. It could have been worse, I suppose. Although vomiting after an admission of love was hardly romantic. He helped her clean up and gave her a drink of water before leading her to the bed where she collapsed. She lay there, in the same face-down position facing him, snoring lightly. The sight made him smile a little and he wondered if she had heard him at all. He drained the rest of his glass and prepared himself for bed. After blowing out the last of the candles, he climbed into the sheets next to Sansa. She turned towards him instinctively and snuggled into his chest. He smiled and began stroking her hair until he fell asleep blissfully.

"Uhg… Remind me never to try to keep up with you in drink again." Sansa complained into her pillow, her voice muffled. Tyrion stifled a laugh.

"I presume you will not be having any ale with breakfast?" She turned her head towards him where he was sitting at his desk, reading a note from Daenerys which was delivered earlier that morning. She shot daggers with her eyes and resumed her earlier position. He smiled when he finished answering the letter and brought it to Podrick to deliver. He made his way to the bed and began stroking Sansa's hair. "Can I send for anything?"

"No, thank you. I think I'll just lay here and wait for the mercy of death." Tyrion chuckled lightly and walked back to the table where a platter of food was waiting. He grabbed a piece of bread and a cup of water, and brought it over to his wife.

"Here, eat this. It will help with the nausea. The water will help with your headache." She shook her head and argued that she was not hungry. "Trust me. I've spent more mornings in your state than I care to admit. Eat." She finally sat up slowly and did as she was bid.

"Are you not late to meet with the Queen this morning?" she asked casually. Picking off pieces of bread and popping them into her mouth, taking small sips of water in between.

"She sent a message to me early this morning, to which I have just replied. She has decided to travel to Dorne with a small party to try to gain more allies. She will not be back for a few weeks." How convenient that she chose to do so now; he thought thankfully.

"Oh. I hope my Lord will not be bored" she teased. "I suppose we will have to figure out some way to keep you entertained which does not involve getting your wife unbearably drunk." She added sarcastically with a hint of amusement before popping another piece of bread in her mouth.

He smiled at her sharp tongue. "Well if I cannot have plotting or drinking, the only entertaining talent I have left is sex" he said without thinking. That came out wrong. Realizing his mistake, his head popped up to look at Sansa again. She had stopped chewing and stared back at him. It felt as though hours went by before she finally swallowed and broke into a fit of laughter, leaving poor Tyrion baffled.

"You – should have – seen – your face!" She said between giggles. She was struggling to catch her breath and finally stopped when she realized that laughing was not helping with her headache. "Ouch, I'm never drinking again" she whined and dramatically threw herself onto the bed. She turned to look at Tyrion, who had ended up smiling despite himself during her performance. "Do not be afraid to bring up the topic of sex, Tyrion. It's something that is going to happen at some point in the near future and in truth, I would rather be comfortable talking about it before it does."

Well, let's talk then. A mischievous look crossed his features. "Did you say near future? Or have I misheard you?" Her immediate blush was extremely satisfying. She does not look terrified or repulsed, that must be a good sign. "Just how soon are you thinking," he added brazenly "in an hour or in a day?" Shock crossed his wife's features, followed by a small smile.

"You truly are a lust-filled beast, aren't you?" she still hadn't answered his question. She got up to get dressed for the day. She made her way to her wardrobe to pick out a dress when she added casually, "It will be soon enough, my love. Do try and be patient." She paused with her hand on a teal gown when she realized what had slipped out of her mouth. "I… I didn't mean… that is, I think… I do not what you to feel that you must…" her face turned a bright shade of red and she averted her eyes to the task at hand. She grabbed the gown and hid behind the shade to change. It took her much longer than usual, and when she was finished she all but ran to the vanity to fix her hair, not once looking at her husband.

He walked over to her, slowly and quietly. Still amazed at what he just heard. He stopped her hand, which was brushing through her hair roughly and held it until she looked at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed – she'd been crying so quietly he hadn't noticed. "Sansa, did you hear what I said to you last night?" She looked at her hands before answering.

"I thought I was dreaming. Everything from last night is a haze… I did not think it would be possible. You've been so kind to me, despite what I've done and how I've treated you in the early days of our marriage. I thought… I though perhaps you'd do your duty by me as my husband and perhaps become fond of me one day. I never imagined you could actually love a person who abandoned you and married someone else." She started to cry softly then. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back.

"My sweet, beautiful wife" he began, "it was no dream. I have loved you longer than I care to admit. You do not know what it does to me to hear you say it." He pulled back to look at her face. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Before he could pull away completely, she grabbed the back of his head, fingers blending into his blond curls, and kissed him with resolve. Instead of pulling away as he did the night before, he pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss.

"It should have been you" she said as she caught her breath. She took his face between her hands. "I'm ready" she announced, before standing and walking to the bed. He slowly followed her, unbelieving of what just took place.

The bread and water worked much faster than I expected.