002 tea + biscuits (locked to tyrion lannister)

[theladyofwinterfell]

Who: Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: 27 October

( It seems that Sansa has quite a bit to make up for after having been gone for several moons and she means to start doing so as soon as she's cleared from quarantine. She unfortunately has nothing to wear aside from the jumpsuits provided to passengers as soon as they arrive in the Fleet and none of her fine things from before are still around. It's a bit disconcerting, yes, but she can at least make her hair look nice even if the rest of her is a lost cause. She hails Tyrion before coming over, not wanting to drop in unexpectedly, and finds her way to his quarters. )

I'm sorry I don't have anything better to wear but as soon as we get to a system where I can buy fabric, I intend to work on new gowns. For now, though, you get this.

( It's such a small thing to be hung up on but she's hung up on it nonetheless. One should look their best when trying to make amends. )

You'll forgive me, I hope?

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[theladyofwinterfell]

I've never had a proper kiss so I don't know how far is too far for me. I'll let you know if it's too much, though.

( The only kisses Sansa has had have been loveless and only symbols of marriages she hadn't wanted. This is something different - something she's asked for herself. )

[tallasaking]

That shall be ... acceptable.

[By the Seven he truly hoped he did not do that he usually did - and fuck this up beyond repair. He leaned up, so he could cup her cheek, and pressed his mouth lightly but firmly to hers. Waiting to see what she would do, before he proceeded.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( The kiss is actually quite nice, even if it's shallow yet, and Sansa parts her lips a bit to try and deepen the kiss a bit. Nothing is wrong yet though Sansa feels her heart in her throat a bit; she's quite nervous. )

[tallasaking]

[He parted his lips quietly, keeping her close but not too close. He wanted to sink her in slowly. He knew she was nervous, so he wanted to take it slow.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Oh, but this kiss is everything Sansa could have dreamt it to be and more. She deepens it a bit and moves somewhat closer, pressing more of her body into his space. It feels a bit like a dance, this kissing, only Tyrion has to lead because Sansa doesn't know the proper steps. )

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion felt a noise curling up at the base of his throat, as she moved a little closer to him, pressing herself against his own body. Right, he would have to tape]r off soon, or he would be tempted beyond reason.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa breaks the kiss after another long moment and once she does, she watches him with the heat still in her cheeks. )

You're quite good at that, Tyrion. Incredibly so.

[tallasaking]

I. Ah.

[Pardon him while he tries to organize his thoughts into words.]

Thank ...you! You are ... very ... perfect yourself.

[Well, that was not completely horrible.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa herself is a little lost for words and she smiles shyly at Tyrion. Oh, but she cares for him. )

It seems we're both a bit stunned, here, yes?

[tallasaking]

...I think we would be falling under that, yes.

[He gave her a sheepish, pleased smile, before he touched her cheek in quiet wonder.]

You never cease to amaze me, Sansa.

[theladyofwinterfell]

How so? How is it that I amaze you?

( Sansa thinks that's strong wording and she doesn't feel entirely worthy of it; still, it makes her color even deeper. )

[tallasaking]

Because despite all your protests to the lack of your attributes, you continually surprise me with your strength, your bravery, and your willingness to go beyond yourself to get what you want.

[Tyrion stated simply, and truthfully.]

I have never met a woman like you, Sansa. You hold your dignity above the rest of us dirty folk like a crown upon your head.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa likes that he admires her strength, especially since there had been points with Ramsay where she'd felt very weak indeed. It's a good quality to have, she thinks, and one she's glad that others see in her. )

I didn't always have that dignity, my lord. There were times when I thought myself dirty, or used, and unworthy of love any longer. It's something I've had to put myself back together and earn again - so I thank you for seeing it in me and admiring it.

[tallasaking]

[He tips his head down slightly, before looking at her solemnly.]

Most of the men I know, who have lost their dignity never regain it. So, consider me doubly impressed, lady wife.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I think it's a matter of why - I've finally stopped blaming myself for what happened to me. I was just a little girl. A stupid one, to be sure, and I trusted the wrong people - but I was just a little girl. I had no malice.

( Sansa sighs a bit and folds herself up on the couch; it's not exactly the sort of romantic talk she wanted but she supposes it's something they need to talk about as husband and wife. )

I suppose it was my fault for trusting Baelish, though. I was old enough to refuse the marriage contract with Bolton.

[tallasaking]

You did not.

[He took her hand, and started to kiss her fingers gently, to bring her to relaxation.]

My dear, no one should have trusted Baelish. You were not the only one. As it stands, though, I think we shall all survive him."

[theladyofwinterfell]

I had him executed by Arya's hand. He...sought to undo the bonds of my family. I have such little family left. I wouldn't let him take it from me again.

( Baelish had ever been a schemer but that had been a new low entirely. He needed to be dealt with. )

[tallasaking]

You know ... I always suspected one day Petyr Baelish would reach behind his height.

[He mused, before his lips curved into a faint smirk.]

I am just glad it was the Starks who showed him that.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Arya and I decided we were stronger together than apart.

( Sansa reaches out and touches Tyrion’s hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. )

I’m stronger with you than alone.

[tallasaking]

[He looks up at her, before his lips curve into a warm, real smile.]

I want you to know ... I would like to kiss you again, and ... I have always known we would be stronger together.

[theladyofwinterfell]

If you want to kiss me, I don't know why you don't just do it instead of talking around it. I'm right here, after all.

( It's a bit coy, yes, but Sansa feels comfortable with Tyrion in a way she doesn't think she's ever felt comfortable with any man. It feels right to tease him. )

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looked at her for a long moment, before he leaned up, cupped his hand around her cheek and drew her down into another kiss. More intent, more confident, but nothing more than a kiss.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa thinks she could get quite used to kissing Tyrion on a regular basis and she presses closer to him, her hip pressing against his. Perhaps this isn't too much. )

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion does Not shove Sansa off of him the second her hip presses down into his because of the sudden appearance of blood starting to pool, but he does ease her back.]

Darling wife, do take it easy for me.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa pulls back, embarrassed, and dips her head in an apology. She hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable, at all, and it seems that seeking her pleasure in the kiss has done that very thing. )

I'm sorry, my Lord.