"Make love to me, Tyrion," Sansa said, and he couldn't believe his luck. That magnificent woman had just allowed him to give her pleasure with his tongue, and he'd enjoyed it almost as much as she had. She'd swept him along with her passion, her surrender. He'd performed oral sex on many women throughout his life, he genuinely liked it mostly because it made his sexual partners have a good time, and he knew that they reached orgasm more easily that way. Seeing them being carried away by their lust aroused him greatly. And besides, reciprocation in sex was very important to him. Most men didn't care one shit whether the women they fucked enjoyed it or not, but Tyrion needed to make sure that his partners came at least once or twice in his encounters with them. None of them expected it at first and he was very glad to see the surprise in their faces when he devoted himself to giving them pleasure instead of just using them to fulfil his own.

But that had been just sex, a momentary distraction, a physical release with no emotional connection. He payed them generously for their services (he was a Lannister after all and could afford being prodigal) and that meant the end of their dealings. He returned to his routine and hardly remembered those women's faces or names. Only the rare ones who tended to him more recurrently managed to earn a place in the fleeting memories he kept of those nights, often clouded by the alcohol he drank whenever he visited the brothels.

Offering oral sex to Sansa had been an act of love, of self-giving because he was hers now, he wanted to give her everything, to explore everything with her. He craved her smell, her taste, her sounds, her words, her reactions, her thoughts, her heart. Her pleasure was his pleasure too. She was special because she was one of the strongest women he'd ever met and to him it was a wonder that she had chosen him in the end, after so many twists of fate.

And gods, her passion tasted so sweet. That beautiful creature had known so little pleasures, and Tyrion felt humbled that he was the one she'd chosen to show her that life could be much more than fear, torment and suffering, more than simply surviving and existing.

It looked like she wanted those things with him too, because she'd just asked him to make love to her.

He was extremely eager to comply, of course. It had been so, so long since he'd made love for the last time. He hadn't fucked anyone either in years for that matter, but be that as it may, Sansa's request was loaded with a significance Tyrion hadn't felt since... probably ever.

"As you wish, my lady," he replied teasingly, making her smile languidly. Her sated and relaxed body was like a triumph to him, because he had brought her to that moment of contentment.

He took hold of her cheek tenderly and turned her face to him to kiss her, softly rekindling her fire. When her response to him grew more heated, with their tongues twisted around each other in their fused mouths, he slid his hand down to her breasts, fondling, cupping and fingering the nipples until they stood like rosy peaks, stiffened by his attentions. She sighed into his mouth and her breath sped up. That was his clue to start a trail of wet kisses which descended down her jaw and neck to the full roundness of the mounds his hand had just been caressing. He kissed the slopes and closed his lips around the peaks, biting slightly, sucking and licking relentlessly. Her moans and her hands on his scalp guiding him spurred him on, and he kept his attentions while his hand slid over her abdomen until entangling his fingers in her auburn pubic hair. He went beyond and located her clit, encircling it with his middle finger. She jumped a little at the contact. "Tyrion, yes," she encouraged.

His mouth and hands went on relentlessly until the sight of her almost delirious beneath him was on the verge of undoing him. "Sansa," he said, and waited until she opened her eyes to look at him with wild eyes. "The moment you want to stop, you only have to say the word, alright? Remember, my love, we don't have to do anything you don't wish to do." He was being completely honest. He only wanted to see her comfortable and happy.

"I don't wish to stop, Tyrion. I want to feel all of you," she confessed very quietly, so quietly that only the silence of the bedroom allowed him to hear her. But he didn't need to hear her words, because her expression told him everything he needed to know.

"Oh, Sansa. You make me feel like the luckiest of men. Your beauty is so much more than I could have dreamed of," he praised, trembling with an emotion that scared him with its intensity.

"You're beautiful too," she affirmed with absolute spontaneity, and her declaration moved him to his core. No one had ever called him beautiful, but he realized that she really believed it. "Now, if you don't mind..." She smiled mischievously, spreading her legs for him, and he grinned in return, positioning himself.

He teased her entance with his tip, testing her wetness and readiness. She rocked a bit and that was his clue.

He pushed and slid into her easily. Their eyes remained locked the entire time he penetrated her for the first time, until his cock was buried to the base. A moan left their throats at the smoldering feeling. Hells, he wouldn't last long. She was like a goddess around him and beneath him and it was too much.

His fingers returned to her clit while he started to thrust into her, slowly first, watching her reactions, and then faster, caring to keep a steady pace. He rubbed her clit in synchrony, always mindful of her expression, of the responses of her body.

"Oh, yes, yes! Go on!," she spurred him on, not leaving his eyes either, grasping the bed furs and moving with him, meeting his thrusts.

"Come for me, Sansa. I love to see you come," he admitted in encouragement, moving relentlessly in and out of her. He could sense she was very close, in the way she was beginning to tense around him. He vas dangerously close as well.

"Tyrion!," she screamed, convulsing and shuddering. Her insides crushed his cock and triggered his own orgasm. He groaned loudly, thrusting powerfully against her a few more times and emptying himself in a dazzling release of his body and soul. "Oh, Sansa," it was all he could say when he opened his eyes again to gaze into her wide blue ones. "That was..."

"Incredible," she finished for him, and they laughed together in joy.

"I love you, Sansa," he blurted out, not being able to contain himself.

"I love you too, Tyrion," she admitted naturally, and it made his heart leap.

He dropped next to her, panting. "I wouldn't ever tire of doing this with you, at least for as far as my stamina goes," he teased, but his meaning was true. He would make love to her until his last breath, and he'd die a happy man.

"I'd truly like to test that," she retorted airily, and he turned to study her in cautious suprise, because he could hardly believe what she was implying.

"Would you?," he asked tentatively.

Her smiling face didn't reflect fear or anxiety. "Yes. I'm serious." Her answer knocked the air out of his lungs.

"You want me to stay here with you then?," he sounded out, holding his breath.

"That's precisely what I'm asking. Unless you don't wish to stay here in the North with me. I know you would have to resign from your position as Bran's Hand, and I wouldn't ever coax you into giving up on anything, but if you are willing to continue with our relationship, I want you here with me permanently. That's my only condition. It's everything or nothing, Tyrion. I'm not one for long-distance romance. That never works," she clarified soundly, with the bluntness he'd come to admire so much in her.

His heart was thunping against his ribcage. "I'll stay with you here then. But I also have one condition." He watched her beloved face on tenterhooks.

"It's only fair. What condition is it?," she asked with a smile. Her confidence was contagious.

"That one day you'll marry me. And our children will be Starks," he replied, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"Those are two conditions," she retorted in tease, making he chuckle in joy.

"Well, yes. Do we have a deal then?"

She kissed him fiercely as an answer, and he grinned widely against her lips, giddier and happier than he'd ever felt.