A Holiday by Decree

~~Day 11~~

Tyrion was glad he put his hands in his lap when Sansa turned to talk to the maid.

You're still like some green boy! he thought, carefully hiding the obvious bulge that had suddenly stirred up in his trousers. His jerkin somewhat covered it, but he could not be sure.

If this was what happened when he dropped his guard when they were just kissing…

Gods, if he didn't have it bad for Sansa Stark.

Hoping their kiss and the hot air would explain away his flushed expression and that she would not pay any attention to his lap, he smiled when Sansa looked back his way. "I suppose I should go back and let Hirat help me," she said.

"Yes, if the staff don't recommend night travel, it's understandable, particularly knowing the quality of the roads," he chuckled.

Sansa nodded, gathering her skirt and pulling up her feet to rise. "Shall we?" she asked.

"Uh - I'll be along in a moment. I like this spot and should like to remember it - particularly given what we were just doing," Tyrion replied, brows a-waggle.

After their sharing such an emotionally charged moment there, fortunately it was not untrue. More than that though, he knew he would still need a little time to 'calm things down'; based on Sansa's past experiences with other men, he could not help being concerned about how his… physical state might look to her.

Sansa grinned, before leaning close to him again.

Tyrion's stomach flip flopped and his blood rushed immediately, helping his matters none. He found it hard to care though, as a wave of her perfume fell over him. Having now spent an entire day in positions closer to her than he had ever been in, including when they were married, he swore now that it was her hair that smelled so soft and sweet. He savored the entire feeling as her lips graced his once more with a brief kiss.

"Indeed, it was incredible. I'll let you enjoy it then," she offered softly, before finally getting up to go.

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Once things were more 'settled', Tyrion knew right away that it was silly, but he got a funny feeling, as he headed back to meet Sansa and the wheelhouse.

Now that they had kissed so passionately, he wondered:

What really should come next?

Naturally, imaginary Bronn's voice piped up again.

"You know, if neither of you eventually get up the courage, you might as well go home… "

It was with these thoughts that, by the time Tyrion climbed into the wheelhouse across from Sansa, his insides, including his head, felt like a shaken bottle of wine.

Would they continue what they had started now that they were back in the wheelhouse alone? Or would that be acting too eager?

Tyrion swallowed, wondering if he imagined seeing Sansa do the same, when the wheelhouse started forward - into a marvelously thunderous bump.

Happily, the tension melted perfectly away in the warmth of their shared laughter.

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Couldn't help it with this chapter guys - it definitely ticked some favorite trope checkboxes for me ✅

And don't worry, just because this wheelhouse ride is bumpy af doesn't mean there won't be some more fun times ahead for our dear couple.

Thank you so much as ever for all of you who are reading along - so grateful for you all and hope you continue to have fun reading!