driftfleet | Mistletoe Mingle!

( Sansa had hoped to escape the mistletoe after the first incident with it but now she's trapped again. Her partner, though, is one that she wants to be with. She gives Tyrion a sweet smile. )

I have to rescue you, it seems. Shall I kneel for you?

Edited 2018-12-16 14:53 (UTC)

[Tyrion looked up, and brightened as he saw his wife. Pushing himself off the floor, he bowed to her, mis-matched eyes bright.]

Alas, I would ascend to the skies for you -- but I am lacking a chair.

( Sansa kneels down. She's never minded kneeling for Tyrion, only for House Lannister, and there's a distinct difference. )

There. I should be at a suitable height now to rescue you. Come to me, husband?

Always, darling wife.

[He did, coming right into her embrace, cupping his hands around her beautiful face to kiss her deeply and with no little passion.]

( Sansa kisses him for a few long moments, mouth soft and open to his, and when she breaks away her eyes are bright. )

Did you refuse anyone else who offered to rescue you?

[He chuckles at that, before lifting an eyebrow at her.]

No, you are the first to offer to rescue me. I saved Kitty and myself before - but otherwise I just had Taaku coming over to mock me and to offer to teach me magic.

[He put a hand to his forehead.]

You have saved me, brave maiden!

And here I'd hoped you had preferences. Still, you're free now. You'll need to be mindful of weeds in the future.

( Sansa has seen mistletoe before. It grows in the trees of the Wolfswood, twining in the top of the branches. She's never kissed anyone under it before. )

Oh, I absolutely do. My preferences are you.

[Which he proves by kissing her again, since she is Right Here, after all and there is mistletoe.]

Every time I get stuck here, I will be messaging you, you know.

Oh? I should keep my schedule clear, then. I wouldn't want you to be stranded for very long.

( The kiss is soft and sweet and Sansa deepens it just a bit before breaking away. )

Did you want to go planetside with me? I only went down once a few days ago.

If I can avoid being sucked into the vortex that is these small plants ... absolutely, my darling. What were you thinking?

[He took her hand and led her Out of the Malum, so he wouldn't get stuck again.]

I want to go down and look at new dresses and then I thought we might have supper together? I've been sewing but I think I'm going to treat myself and buy something new that I didn't have to prick my fingers to make.

( And, truly, she wants a bit of a date with him if she can wrangle it. )

I think that sounds like an excellent plan, if you allow me to buy supper since you are purchasing a wardrobe.

[Either way, he would make it a bit more of a date however he could.]

Well, if my husband wants to treat me, I'm not going to say no. You have more credits than I do at the moment anyway.

( Sansa knows her accounts will build back up eventually, especially if she gets good ratings, but right now funds are tight. )

I am immensely popular.

[He ran a finger along his smile, and then smirked.]

They like my pretty face and my excellent vocabulary

I think they especially like that you have a beautiful wife to lavish kisses on. Doesn't romance spike ratings? Not that this is my motivation at all - merely an additional benefit.

( Having someone to kiss any time she feels like it feels like such a luxury. )

Having a beautiful wife is not something they expected for me, so I expect many many letters about how our relationship should be going.

[He laughed at that, taking her hand and kissing it, before he stepped out into the hall.]

So when would you like to romance me, darling?

Now. Perhaps that makes me too eager but I don't care. I want to spend time with you while we're in a system and don't have to stick around the ship.

( Sansa squeezes his hand, tight, and gives him a quick grin. )

Before I get caught by another plant ... let us go.

[He is all right leaving the bar in the capable hands of his two barkeeps. Mostly because he does not want to get stuck in this doorway. Again.]

( Sansa kisses him quickly, just once, and gives him a little smile. )

Just in case we hit any doorways, after all. It's a pre-payment to the mistletoe.

Darling, you are so very clever.

[He grins up at her, before tucking her hand in his, walking them towards the shuttles.]

Can I get prepayment again upon our return to the ships?

( Sansa laughs, a high, soft sound. She really doesn't need the reason to kiss him, they are married, but she's enjoying the little game they're playing. )

You can have as much payment as you like. Can't be too careful with all the mistletoe.

You see my point exactly. What happens if we run into an entire bushel? We shall have to be prepared.

[He kisses her palm gently and lovingly, giving her a faint smirk, before going to open the shuttle for them both.]

If we run into a bushel of mistletoe, I'm afraid my lips will be chapped by the time we get out of it. It's a fair price to pay, though, for the opportunity to kiss you whenever I want.

( It's still novel enough to Sansa that she likes using the excuse of the mistletoe to get her hands on Tyrion; she knows she doesn't need the pretense but she likes having it anyway. )

I shall buy you a bucket of, what do they call it? Chapstick. Just for those lovely lips.

[He reluctantly let go of her hand as he settled himself behind the pilot chair.]

Well, I hope I won't be needing a bucketful. Still, I appreciate the thought.

( Sansa settles down in a seat, watching him as he pilots the shuttle. She wonders if she'll ever be able to do such a thing. )

Did you ever imagine something as wild as this, Tyrion? The two of us sailing the stars together?

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