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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[tallasaking]

My darling wife - you can always say no to me. Whenever, and however many times you want.

[He took her hands again, his face going serious.]

Your body is your own - and I will not force anything from you. My hand is good enough for me for any stray passions I have. You give me what you can, and I will be more than grateful.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa squeezes his hands tight. These conversations have been good, to put them on the same page, but it isn't lost on Sansa that she still owes certain duties as a wife that she's yet to fulfill. )

I know and I am grateful. It's just...you deserve better, Tyrion, than to have a wife you cannot be with in both heart and body. Everyone deserves the chance to love and be loved and to express that with someone.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion has been enough 'modern' women now to know those 'duties'? Should be considered a gift and not a requirement of marriage. So he will not push.]

You deserve the same, Sansa, and I want to make it clear that I will do my utmost to be deserving of it. But you owe me nothing. Least of all your body.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I want to like it. I'm just afraid that I can't, is all, and that you'll...that I'll just make you frustrated.

( Sansa had been in the Fleet just long enough before to know that marital rights aren't something guaranteed to any man and that sharing her body should be of her own free will - but Tyrion, too, will have desires and wants that she's afraid she cannot fulfill. )

[tallasaking]

That, my darling Sansa, is what my hand is for. It is has done me well for years now.

[Tyrion stated with a completely straight face.]

As long as we keep it attached, I shall have no problems.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Well, I've no intention of removing your hands. I happen to like them.

( Sansa lifts them to kiss, first the backs of his hands and then the palms. She does care for him, very much, and hopes that eventually he'll be able to heal some of her hurts. )

[tallasaking]

[A slow smile came over his lips then, and he tipped his head at her.]

You know, I don't think you have to worry about us, my dear. I think we are on the right path for marital bliss.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I hope so. I want to be happy with you, Tyrion, and to know I’ve brought you joy.

( It’s important to her to pursue this on her terms and seek something she wants for once instead of what others want for her. )

[tallasaking]

You have already done so, so consider yourself a success.

[He smiled at her, before exhaling.]


I should let you go.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I don't want to go, Tyrion. I just don't want to make things any harder on you, that's all. I want to sleep beside you.

( Sansa leans in and gently presses a kiss against his brow. )

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion looked thoughtful for a moment, before a smile came over his face.]

Do you remember how we used to share a bed, in King's Landing? We can do the same - except facing one another, and perhaps a foot between us. I could hold your hand until you fell asleep.

[theladyofwinterfell]

That's what I want. Of course, I wouldn't want the foot between us but I suppose I can make allowances for your comfort.

( The idea of falling asleep holding Tyrion's hand is a very nice one, though, and she wants to do that very thing. )

[tallasaking]

We can close the gap the more comfortable both of us become with one another, lady wife.

[It was for his comfort - and hers.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

I know I have my own quarters but...I'm not terribly keen on the idea of sleeping alone. Would it bother you terribly if we made our bed-sharing a regular occurrence?

( After having disappeared against her will, Sansa isn't wanting to take any chances with her happiness. She intends to reach out and take it. )

[tallasaking]

[This time, it is he who takes up her hands, and presses kisses on them.]

It would not. Not in the slightest. I could even clear out some space, so you could keep clothes there for the next morning.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I think we should, then. I think I should share your bed as often as we both want it. Once I have some gowns made and I'm not just in jumpsuits all the time, I'll bring some here to keep with you.

( It seems a very big step in her marriage but it's one that Sansa feels good about - and senses that Tyrion feels good about too. )

[tallasaking]

Then we are agreed - we shall share our bed and our space.

[He thinks about it, for a long moment.]

I should look into making some arrangements for larger quarters. I do not like dealing with the Atroma for this but ... Well.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I can contribute to that too. I know how to play their games now.

( Sansa doesn’t mind it so much. They’re better than dealing with Cersei. )

[tallasaking]

Then we shall play those games together.

[He smiled, even wider, as he squeezed their hands together.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa leans in, presses her lips against his ear in a kiss and then whispers: )

Then bring me to bed, Lord Husband. Will you?

[tallasaking]

[He smiles to that kiss, and takes her hands.]

Come with me, lady wife.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I am desperately going to have to make some nightgowns. Sleeping in this jumpsuit isn't going to be comfortable at all.

( Sansa has her smallclothes on beneath and she could sleep in just those but she doesn't know how Tyrion feels about that. )

I have my smallclothes. If I wrapped myself in the sheet, would it bother you if I slept that way?

[tallasaking]

Considering that I was going to offer you one of my utterly too small shirts to sleep in, yes, I think I can survive with your smallclothes.

[He chuckled softly, and wryly, before giving her a warm look over his shoulder.]

A sheet will cover more.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa blushes a little, redness spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. They're married. Her last husband saw her completely naked all the time. Why is it different with Tyrion? )

I don't know why I'm so modest about it. We are married.

[tallasaking]

[He smiles at her, as he turns around so she can do what she needs to get into the bed. A tip of the bearded chin to her.]

We were married, true, but we are now courting. There is a difference. I am still attempting to win your favors, yes?