driftfleet | 002 tea + biscuits (locked to tyrion lannister)

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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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. )

Then we shall play those games together.

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

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

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

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

Come with me, lady wife.

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?

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.

( 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.

[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?

( Sansa strips from her jumpsuit and lays it over a chair in Tyrion's bedroom before turning down the bedcovers and slipping between them. It's evident that she's not wearing anything but smallclothes, yes, but hopefully he won't make much notice of it. )

All right, you can get in bed. I'm already covered up.

[He is making sure he makes no notice of it At all. The last thing he wants to do is make her feel uncomfortable.

He slips off his own shirt and changes into his soft pajama bottoms, before slipping to his side of the bed. As promised, he stays on his half but offers her his hand across the expanse.]

And now, I have taken you to bed. More or less.

( Sansa takes his hand, squeezing it tightly. She's happy to just have the time with Tyrion and the feeling of closeness, even if they're not together in the way most husbands and wives are. )

There's nowhere else I want to be.

Excellent, because I have your hand and I am not letting you go.

[He intoned solemnly, flexing their fingers together. The lights dimmed, and he added in the darkness.]

Well, unless you need to use the facilities. Then by all means, please, do run away.

( Sansa knows they've agreed to a little bit of distance between them but she presses closer anyway, wanting to signal that Tyrion can touch her in places other than her hand if he wants to. )

I don't need to go anywhere right now.

[He hums as she moves closer to him, telling himself that she wanted to do this and she was encouraging him. She would say no, and he would stop there and pull back. Yes. That was right.]

Well ... all right then.

[He slipped his hand free, so he could stroke it through that long, silky red hair.]

( Sansa's voice is soft and warm when she speaks again, low from pleasure and relaxation. )

I'm like to fall asleep if you keep touching me like that.

Well then I should keep on doing it, since that is the point of the bed.

[He teased gently, twirling long strands of red copper around his fingers. Sliding his hand along her jaw as he caressed her hair once more.]

Hmm, you have a point there. I think...I think I might go to sleep then, if that's all right with you.

( What he's doing feels impossibly good and she can barely keep her eyes open. )

That is perfectly fine, my darling.

[He stroked his fingers through her hair, then back along her cheek again. Enjoying the softness of her skin and her red hair.]

I shall see you when you wake.

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