A Holiday by Decree
~~Day 12~~
Just like on the day that Sansa and he had picked up seashells, the crystalline seawater lapped Tyrion's skin as warm as sweet bathwater.
Disembarking as they were into the water, Tyrion worried momentarily for Sansa. They had not been back in the water since their incident in the pool. Could this cause her any trepidation?
At the risk of hovering, he waited where he stood up to his knees in the calm surf at the bottom of the ladder. A moment later, her delicate hand was in his, her blue eyes dancing with light like the waters she stepped into with him.
"Thank you, my lord," she gave him a sweet smile, and contrary to Tyrion's fears, they walked easily on toward the sand where the crew were setting up a white fabric cabana.
Nobody seemed worried about the wet hems of their clothes, as they waded toward the beach. He glanced at his striped swim trousers which had turned dark with water up to his thighs. Given the heat and sun, they would surely dry in no time he assured himself. Looking over at Sansa to make a similar appraisal though, he found himself captivated.
The pale, silken, yellow sundress she had on seemed to float on the ocean breeze along with her red hair, which she wore totally loose, as she rarely otherwise did, under her exotic rush hat with its sweetly, fluttering blush-colored bow. However, where her free-flowing pleated skirt met the water, the fabric flared around her - a perfect image of a water nymph or a queen goddess of the tides to whom sailors might pray or dream of in their beds.
The thought quickly turned sultry in Tyrion's mind, and as they emerged from the surf, his eyes caught involuntarily on the spot where the water had crawled up the thin fabric of Sansa's dress. The material clung, revealing a shapely section of Sansa's thighs he had fantasized even more fervently about seeing since touching her the night before. His commitment not to rush her remained solid, but the prior night was not the first time during the trip that he had taken matters "into hand" after turning down the lamplight in his rooms…
Despite the sun baking down on them, fortunately a well-timed shiver Tyrion suppressed at the deviant train of his thoughts reminded him to cool down again.
Still those legs, Tyrion could not help but think, when upon his releasing her hand, the Queen in the North walked ahead of him on the sand. He was treated to a view of her beautifully sashaying form - and with a turn of her head, also the most alluringly coquettish smile!
Seven!
They were out and about, and Sansa Stark had given him a look! Granted, they were out mainly on their own but for their servants and guards, but to receive such an open look from her made his heart thunder.
Again, he wondered how, if even briefly, he had gotten so lucky.