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?

Comments

[tallasaking]

[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.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( 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.

[tallasaking]

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.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

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. )

[tallasaking]

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.