Sansa reached out to touch the lace on Daisy's shirt, gently straightening it before leaning in and kissing her softly.
Humming, Daisy leaned into the touch. She ran her thumb over Sansa's knuckles, her voice quiet. "Want to tell me what's been bothering you all evening? Cause it's your brother's nameday but you keep going somewhere else in your head."
"It's nothing of import, a topic came up with the ladies in regard to sex and it has stayed on my mind." She didn't mention the discomfort it had brought her, clearly, Daisy already knew that much.
Daisy pulled back, a hint of what might be humor. "Did your ladies scandalize you?"
She huffed pulling back and sitting down on the edge of her bed. "No, they spoke of how the Dothraki are said to take women."
Daisy paused, her voice was slow. "Sexually?" She waited for Sansa to nod before continuing. "And it bothered you that they generally prefer sex from behind or doggy style or whatever you want to call it?"
Sansa flinched slightly, her chest feeling faintly tight. "It hurts."
"Ah." Daisy dropped down on one knee, her hands falling over Sansa's where they were twisting in her lap, as she looked up at her. "If both partners are aroused it doesn't have to. Some people prefer the angle it allows for penetration. It also tends to be quite common if people want to have anal penetration." Daisy's lips twitched as Sansa couldn't keep her reaction to that off her face. "People like a lot of things in bed. Even things you might personally find kinda gross or whatever."
Sansa opened and then shut her mouth. She hated sometimes how fumbling and unlearned she was on the topic. "Is it…something you want?"
Daisy looked at her thoughtfully. "I suppose it depends on how you mean it. Do I want to take you from behind? No, it can be fun that way, but you would have to want it like that. Do I want you to fuck me from behind? I've enjoyed it like that before, but I don't need it to be happy."
Sansa could feel the heat on her cheeks and in her gut at the sudden image of Daisy bent beneath her. It wasn't a thing she'd thought of. She'd thought she was only asking if Daisy had wished to take her in such a manner. A thing that filled her with disquiet to even ask. She hadn't expected the bolt of heat at the thought of it the other way around.
Daisy's brows rose, amusement painted across her face. "You like that idea don't you?" She rose up kissing her. There was laughter in her voice as she pulled back. "My possessive Wolf, should have expected that."
"That's…I…"
Daisy kissed her again, cutting her off briefly. She smoothly sat beside her on the bed, her hands staying on Sansa's. "Breathe. It's just us, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Sansa closed her eyes trying to let her mortification fade. She ruthlessly squashed any thought about her possibly being anything like Ramsey. Just the thought of hurting Daisy in any way made bile rise in the back of her throat. No, they were nothing alike and thoughts of him had no place here. Instead, she opened her eyes and breathed out as she looked at Daisy. Gods, she should have asked this moons ago, but hadn't. "How much have you been holding back your own wants in bed for me?"
"Uh…" Daisy frowned slightly as she clearly thought about it. "I wouldn't put it like that." Her face softened. "No really, it's not.." She blew out a long breath, one hand pushing her hair back. "Look, I'm really bad at this part. Always have been." She shrugged. "I've never been with someone younger or less sexually experienced than me before."
Sansa realized suddenly she was going to have to be careful in what she said. Because Daisy hated asking for things. Her lover took what she was given, like with the clothing. It was surreal sometimes to realize how little Daisy expected for herself. "How does this normally go for you then?"
"It just happens?" Daisy's brow furrowed. "If someone tried to do something I didn't like I just said no. I guess Miles was the only person I was with long enough he brought up the idea of doing something we weren't already doing. And it helped our world was…a lot more…there was information on sex that was far more available to everyone. It was just fun that sometimes was new." She shifted, her focus clear on Sansa. "I like what we do, what we are. I'm not denying myself or bored. There are things I like that if you wanted to we could try. There are more things I'd be down for trying if you were interested."
"Would you have ever said something if I hadn't brought it up?" Sansa said slowly.
Daisy squeezed her hands. "You are new to this, really new." She pressed a quick kiss to her lips before continuing. "You have no idea how beautiful you are in bed, you're just learning what you want. I wing this stuff because I like being surprised." She groaned, leaning back. "Honestly Fitz or Jemma would be better at this, there'd be spreadsheets."
"I doubt that." Sansa didn't bother hiding her distaste at thought of discussing this with fucking Fitz.
Daisy snorted. "Fair, but you're right, we should probably talk about this. You deserve to figure this out the normal way and not because someone tries something without warning you."
"I…where do we start?" Sansa was not saying a word about how she definitely meant to learn every single thing Daisy liked. And if it made her possessive to want to do what clearly her past lovers hadn't, well fuck it. Apparently, Daisy liked her being possessive. A thing she should probably think about at some point.
Daisy shifted, folding her legs underneath her, her body fully facing Sansa. "We're not going to go through the whole breadth of sexual possibilities tonight. And honestly, you kinda have to laugh about some of it. But uh…what do you know outside of what we've done?"
Sansa laughed into her wine goblet, her back pressed against the headboard. "You can't be serious?"
"Very, and no judging, I know you've heard Tormund's breastfeeding from a giant story. Tentacle-shaped dildos can't be that out there to you." Daisy was grinning though. "I actually have met a few gods with tentacles, so some people probably get to fuck the real thing."
Sansa couldn't help the giggles at that. She just…she couldn't stop imagining Theon's face as a boy if someone had told him.
Daisy leaned back. "No, if you want weird though, some guys like these thin pieces of metal slid into the bit they pee out of. If you vibrate the metal to make a sound it feels nice apparently. I mean vibrations in sex are awesome though, so no judgment, but god that one makes me cringe."
"Considering your powers that sounds like something you'd be talented at." Sansa couldn't help pointing out. She felt a warm glow of laughter but also a bright sense of curiosity. It was fascinating to just listen to the things people apparently liked.
Daisy rolled her eyes. "Alright, smarty pants. You have to have heard something interesting from your court ladies or a drunk Tyrion? Or have a question or something."
She bit her lip. "How do two men engage in sex? I have some idea but I just…I've wondered."
"Loras?" Daisy grinned as she nodded. "Fair enough, but…" Her smile grew. "How about you try telling me what you think they do in bed?"
Sansa's face flushed, she lightly toed Daisy where she was sitting. "Fine. I suppose it's not so different than-"
Sansa had probably had too much wine between the feast and now, but she was too amused to care. The embarrassment had faded ages ago. "What is the worst sex you've had?"
"My first time, Tommy Gomez, we were fourteen, had no idea what we were doing. He orgasmed in like two pumps. And then was so humiliated he cried. We were in the back of his dad's minivan. I banged my head on the roof of it really hard and did not orgasm. It didn't start much better than that, very wet kissing. I was actually glad to be back at the next week so I didn't have to talk to him ever again."
Sansa's head fell back, peals of laughter escaping her from both the sheer ridiculousness of it and Daisy's animated face as she told it. She could picture the consternated expression on a smaller version of her lover. And it was so wonderfully mundane and foolish.
Daisy had laughter in her own voice as well. "I was mortified and decided sex was just gross for a whole year after that."
"Oh, what changed your mind?" Sansa wiped at a tear in the corner of her eye, her cheeks aching from smiling.
Daisy's smile turned into more of a smirk. "Svetlana happened. She was two years older than me, had college programming classes after fifth period, a very hot Russian accent, and actually had a clue about what she was doing in bed. Took her exactly ten minutes to get me from her kitchen table to her bed."
"Ten minutes, huh?" Sansa raised a brow, her smile still on her lips.
Daisy rolled her eyes and chucked a pillow at her. "She was hot, shut up."
Sansa batted the pillow easily enough, and then reached out, catching the front lacing of Daisy's vest, and firmly dragged her over and kissed her. It wasn't a brief kiss, she let herself luxuriate in the slide of lips and tongue for a long minute before pulling back with a satisfied hum.
"Manhandling me now are you?" But Daisy's eyes were dark as she hovered half over her on her knees she'd had to rise onto when Sansa had pulled her forward.
Sansa actually felt rather smug, her hand still tangled in the front lacing. "We just covered how you like that."
And, Daisy actually blushed at that. "Did we?"
"Calculated assumption." Sansa pressed a kiss to the tip of Daisy's nose. "You like when I'm possessive."
Daisy's eyes sparked slightly and she swung a leg over Sansa's lap so that she was straddling her. She leaned in, her lips near Sansa's ear. "Hmm…well if we're talking about that, we should be very thankful I heal as fast as I do."
She knew it was a trap, as Daisy's arms looped over her shoulders. If there was one thing predictable about Daisy it was how easy it was to make her competitive, and she hated losing unless she considered the loss its own kind of win. It was why she and Arya could be obnoxious if left alone together. Despite that Sansa couldn't help asking the question, a shiver running down her spine as her hands settled on Daisy's hips. "Why's that?"
"Because if I didn't, every person outside of this room would see how much you like to use your teeth." Daisy teased, before nipping at her earlobe and then soothing it with her tongue.
Sansa let a faint whimper at that, but also, she wasn't losing, and she knew exactly where Daisy was angling. Not that Daisy was being subtle. So she let herself find Daisy's mouth, easily easing into the familiar dance. It was tempting to just go with it, but…well. She ran her finger down Daisy's thigh just right to hit that spot just by her knee exactly right.
Daisy half yelped, rolling off of her and flat onto her back at the ticklish sensation. Giggles burst from her lips as she looked up at her from where she landed on the mattress. Her eyes were crinkled and she looked radiant in her happiness. "No more marking your territory jokes?"
Sansa was laying on her side, facing Daisy, her exhaustion finally getting to her. And probably also the wine. She had one arm under her head, as she traced her eyes over the lines of Daisy's face. "What's a thing you've considered but never actually tried?"
"I don't know…dripping wax always sounded kind of nice?" Daisy said thoughtfully a sort of hesitance that she'd lacked when explaining tying another person up as an art form, or some very concerning things about fists and a truly staggering amount of what she called 'sex toys'. She continued. "And you don't have chocolate, which is a crime. But I can get the appeal of licking it off of you. That could also just be I'm missing chocolate and you're very hot."
Sansa raised a brow. Not that she wasn't absolutely positive that what Daisy was willing to say were things she didn't think would make her uncomfortable. Also, likely things Daisy wasn't particularly invested in wanting. She still made a mental note to remember. But drawing attention to that would just bring them back to the weirdest things Daisy could think of. "No secret desire to tie me up? You spent a lot of time explaining that one."
Daisy's lips twitched. "No, wouldn't mind it if you wanted to tie me up though."
"Really?" She couldn't help how that came out. But seriously…why? That was…yes Daisy was a god, and ropes probably meant nothing to her but…just letting Sansa have that if she wished was…it was incomprehensible.
Daisy tapped the end of her nose. "If it made you happy? Sure."
"That's…" Sansa swallowed as the weight of that settled on her. "I don't think I want that?"
Daisy's face was gentle as she just gave the faintest of nods. "Noted." She looked at her curiously. "What do you want?"
"I'm not sure," Sansa spoke carefully and slowly. "But I do want you."
Daisy kissed her then, it was soft, all tongue and lips.
It was easy to sink into the warmth of it. Sansa could feel the lack of press for more. Her eyes stayed closed, even as Daisy finally pulled back, their foreheads pressed together. She could stay in this bubble forever. It would be easy to drift off to sleep but the contentment was too strong of a draw. The temptation to stay in this moment too strong. "It is…strange to speak of such things."
"Yeah, you guys are actually terrible at discussing it. Or sort of? It's different." Daisy's nose scrunched slightly.
Sansa curled, enjoying the quiet safety of this place between them. "My mother would be horrified of course, but I'd like to think…she would be happy that I had this."
Daisy's eyes were kind, they so rarely weren't, as she looked at her. "Well, my mom wouldn't have approved either if it's any consolation. The whole human thing." She rolled her eyes. "Not like she can judge considering dad." She touched Sansa. "But my dad? He'd have loved you. Might try to kill you initially I guess. He was kinda unstable like that, but he'd have loved you."
"I'm not sure what father would have thought. But he promised me someone gentle and kind, so I'd like to think he'd be satisfied, even if he wouldn't understand exactly." Sansa blew out a long breath. "The world changed, but they never were given the chance to change with it."
Daisy made a soft sound of understanding. "I think that's the strangest part of your world you know, the way time moves here. You talk about things changing so fast, but to me it's…I think this is the slowest time has felt to me…maybe ever."
"Is that a bad thing?" Sansa didn't quite understand what she meant, but she understood enough. Her paramour spoke of so many enemies, so many battles, so many…everything and to know it'd been such a short amount of time for all of it was confounding.
With a thoughtful hum, Daisy seemed to ponder the question. "No, I don't think it's a bad thing. Like at all."
"Good." Sansa reached out, her hand falling to Daisy's waist. She squeezed firmly, she wished…well what she wished could never be and was pointless to think on. Daisy was as bound to her duties and world as Sansa was to her own. "We've ended up rather serious in the end."
Daisy smiled, her eyes seeming to twinkle. "At least we're not sitting on a carpet again."
"There is that." Sansa's thumb rubbed a soft circle on Daisy's hip. "Is it terrible I am content with just this?"
Daisy hummed. "No, it's not bad at all." She leaned in till their foreheads were touching. "You're not the only one doing some of this just…a lot of it for the first time."
"And what of this is new to you?" Sansa couldn't quite help the disbelief in her tone.
Daisy didn't tense, her voice soft. "The rest of it."
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Arya stared at her sister's face. "What is wrong with you? You look all…happy. It's weird."
"I'm allowed to be happy. Our family is together once more, our baby brother just turned two and ten, Bran actually emoted irritation at Greatjon last week, and Jon has managed peace with the Dragon Queen. We have hope." Sansa replied like that in any way explained it.
Her brow rose as she continued to pick at her nails with a knife. "How much did you two fuck last night?"
"Arya!" Sansa yelped, glaring at her before seeming to remember it was just them in her solar. "None of your business." She paused, clearly seeing her expression. "And we didn't."
She felt her brow rise even further. "That is grosser weirdly." Arya frowned, but oh. "Sansa, you and Daisy both left the feast early last night."
"Yes?" Sansa's gaze was sharp. "What happened?"
Arya set her knife aside. This was, she didn't want to be the one telling her sister this. But it would be worse if it was someone else. "Fitz is attempting to build a different type of 'portal', he believes this one will be achievable. He was…fuck. He thinks he's solved the problem."
There was a ringing silence. Sansa closed her eyes, breathing in and out. A faint tremble to her fingers. And then her eyes were open and she looked as strong as ever. "That's good, they've missed their home. If he requires anything for his portal we will provide it."
"Sansa, you don't have to pretend to be fine." Arya watched her sister's face carefully, a knot of concern forming in her belly. It wasn't right. Sansa's posture had hardly changed. But she could feel the difference.
Sansa looked at her, her eyes sharp. "Yes, I do."
