A Holiday by Decree
~~Day 11~~
As their lips met for the kiss, Sansa felt her heart practically spinning in her chest. She tried to focus on the anchoring, calming feel of Tyrion's warm hand in her own.
Like their very first kiss the night before, this one started chaste. This time, Tyrion was first to gently tug on her lower lip with his own.
Their lips tasted sweet and spicy together, like the roasted, honeyed fruits they had eaten that afternoon.
They gently exchanged kisses back and forth, and up until then, Sansa had her hand not occupied in holding Tyrion's clutched up in excitement to her chest. As their kisses deepened though, she found the need to feel more of him igniting in her again.
Obviously, excited as well, Tyrion let his mouth travel to the side of hers. He kissed down to where her chin and jaw met, thrilling Sansa at the brush of his whiskers, which were far softer than she had guessed. Thinking of how his beard had been among the first of his features to capture her attention in recent years, how she longed to know what it would be like to touch it - to touch him - she brought her free hand up to caress around his jawbone.
The deep moan that her fingertips curled into his beard elicited from Tyrion sent a shiver down Sansa's spine. Something in her lower core tightened hotly, as she kept her hand to him there. The trail of kisses he was placing nearing her neck turned more ardent. She surprised herself with a wanton gasp - when suddenly, she heard Hirat's voice calling, drawing nearer.
They froze and sprang apart, like two youths about to be caught by Sansa's septa. Sansa pulled her skirt back toward herself from where it had fallen over Tyrion's legs in their closeness. They were breathing heavily, though with the power of consummate properness on her side, Sansa schooled her appearance much faster.
After shooting a still visibly flustered Tyrion a look, which she hoped was as desire-filled as she felt, Sansa twisted to look around the tree at her maid.
"Yes, Hirat?" she said, her voice much more even than she guessed it would be.
Hirat stopped a polite few paces away. "My Lady, we would like to remind you that taking to the road soon may be best. The roads are not best traveled in low light. That is, if it may possibly please you and the Lord?" she explained.
Sansa glanced discreetly at Tyrion who nodded his acceptance; surely, the servants had an idea of what they were up to, but it seemed that they had both silently agreed not to flaunt it just then. "That will be fine, thank you, Hirat," Sansa replied calmly.
Hirat bobbed her head in humble acknowledgment of Sansa's reply. "When you are ready, my Lady, your traveling veil can be replaced prior to our departure as well. Please pardon me to convey your readiness to depart."