driftfleet | 004 to sleep, perchance to dream

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004 to sleep, perchance to dream

Who: Sansa Stark
Action: Marsiva like everyone else, alas.
When: 7 February

( Being a social sort of person, Sansa's current confinement on the Marsiva has been more than trying on her patience. She's had her memories invaded and hasn't been able to spend time with Tyrion the way she likes to at night. She hasn't been able to have training with Jim or Bucky. She hasn't been able to meet Kogarasumaru for tea or Leia to chat. She hasn't even been able to work on Akeldama's fine coats as much as she wants.

She is, overall, wholly unhappy with the situation.

The Atroma, being a cruel sort, had not provided her with any of her needlework to occupy her time. They did give her a warm shawl she'd gotten in the last system, though, and a pair of fuzzy slippers. She takes both with her to the main room and tries to find a book that catches her fantasy. Unlike Tyrion, she's no reader, and she wishes there were cards or a cyvasse board to better occupy her time. She picks one and pages through it. It turns out to be unwieldy, though, and not the romantic fantasy she'd prefer. And, as such, she ends up falling asleep with the book on her chest, startling when she hears someone come up alongside her. )

I'm awake, I swear it! I only dozed off for a moment.

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With someone he cares about? Absolutely. I think when you care about someone and you do that sort of thing for the first time, it is pretty scary.

But I'm sure you two will be fine and find your time together most satisfactory.

I only know of one person who betrayed him. I don't know about any others but I know that...well, he's told me many times that it's different thinking about laying with his wife instead of someone he's hired for the evening. I think that he thinks he must not be worth it.

( Sansa sighs a bit. )

What he doesn't understand is that he very much is worth it. Honestly, I should never want to be touched again and here I am, trying to figure out how to ask him to do it.

_{[ He was quiet for a long moment at that, rolling his words carefully
over in his head before he spoke. ]}

I don't think Tyrion has heard those words very often in his life - that he's worth something. I think he's probably been told the opposite, for a very long time. Which makes it hard to believe when someone actually does say it. I think what you both need is patience - with yourself, with each other. And to give yourself permission to.

_{[ He took her hand again, squeezing it. ]}

Don't rush. You'll get there - both of you.

I know. It's just the waiting that's agonizing. You'd think, being married, that I wouldn't be afraid of him rejecting me. As much as it's a marital right for a husband to bed his wife, there's an element of wanting...well, wanting to be wanted.

( Sansa supposes it's much the same with Tyrion. They both have issues with this sort of thing. )

It's natural to be wanted - in many ways. I think everyone wants to be wanted, in some fashion. It's natural. And I think he's as afraid of rejection as you are, that you say you want him, but once you get down to it, well -

_{[ He shrugged. ]}

I have faith you two will figure it out. You both just have to convince each other of it.

It wouldn't be a rejection of him, though. Merely fear of the act itself. Perhaps if I made that abundantly clear, Tyrion won't be quite so worried.

( Sansa hopes, anyway. She touches Jim's hand. )

Thank you for listening. I'm sure you have little interest in the bedding of your friends or lack thereof.

_{[ He squeezed her hand lovingly, patting it for good measure. ]}

I am glad to be of help, Sansa. And I think you are on the right track - being honest with him, being open. Communication is key to a good relationship, after all.

And I want you to never be afraid to come talk to me, either. Anything you need, I'm here for you.

( Sansa kisses him on the cheek without a moment's thought. Jim is a dear friend to her and one of the first friends she ever made in the Fleet. She doesn't know what she'd do without him. )

I'm glad you let me ask you such silly things and don't judge me for them. You're a good friend, Jim, and a true one.

Keep that in mind during out next defense lesson and I've thrown you over my shoulder.

_{[ He smirked and patted her hand, letting go to stand. ]}

Between you and Bucky, there will not be a part of my body without bruises. Tyrion will have to tell the two of you to go easy on me.

( Sansa laughs at that image, her diminutive husband telling off two very tall, broad men. )

If we went easy on you then you'd never learn anything. So he can tell me, but I won't.

_{[ He bumped his fist against her shoulder gently, smirking. ]}

It might affect his chances in bed if I'm all worn out. Then he'll certainly want to have words with you, Jim Kirk.

( Sansa cannot help but laugh at the image, though, cheeks going bright red. )

He'll have to find creative and pleasing ways to make you less so then, won't he?

_{[ He continued to smirk. ]}

( Sansa blushes deep and gently pushes at Jim's shoulder with the heel of her hand. )

You're just trying to embarrass me now, Jim. Honestly. I suppose everyone in the Fleet will know when we've finally...you know.

Well, I am your big brother now, aren't it? It's part of the job description.

And maybe. We might even through you all a congratulatory party.

_{[ They won't. He's just teasing. Unless you want them to, Sansa.
]}

Oh Gods, I would die of embarrassment. I do hope you wouldn't have a cake announcing the purpose of said party.

( Sansa doesn't think he would, actually, but the thought of it is terrifying. )

Not announcing it, no, but there might be cake. Any excuse is a good one for cake, don't you agree?

So you would buy me a cake when Tyrion and I...?

_{[ He chortled. ]}

No, Sansa, I would not. Unless you wanted me to?

_{[ Now he glanced at her, unsure. ]}

( Sansa laughs and shakes her head. )

Absolutely not, unless we lied and said it was mine or Tyrion's nameday and not celebrating our...well.

_{[ He laughed to and leaned over, kissing her forehead. ]}

Maybe just a drink, you and me then.

I believe I could accept a drink in celebration of my...potential bedroom pursuits.

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