Sansa Stark (
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driftfleet2019-03-05 11:33 pm
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005 better than birds of a feather, you and me [locked]
Who: Sansa Stark & Tyrion Lannister (and bonus Lady, I suppose)
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Action: First Breath
When: after calibrations are over
( Sansa is relieved to be back on her own ship and in her own life again. She has the clothes she bought in the last system and those she's made. She has her sewing. She has Lady and the direwolf is ecstatic to see her mistress return. After spending a few nights in her own bed just to be sure it's not a dream or a trick, she decides she'd rather spend the evening with Tyrion tonight instead. She hails him and informs him she's coming to stay the night and brings a few things - a fresh dress, her nightgown, her hairbrush. Lady comes with her, unwilling to leave, and the both of them are in the corridor awaiting Tyrion to bid them enter. )
Tyrion? Lady and I are here to stay the night.
Broadcast: n/a
Action: First Breath
When: after calibrations are over
( Sansa is relieved to be back on her own ship and in her own life again. She has the clothes she bought in the last system and those she's made. She has her sewing. She has Lady and the direwolf is ecstatic to see her mistress return. After spending a few nights in her own bed just to be sure it's not a dream or a trick, she decides she'd rather spend the evening with Tyrion tonight instead. She hails him and informs him she's coming to stay the night and brings a few things - a fresh dress, her nightgown, her hairbrush. Lady comes with her, unwilling to leave, and the both of them are in the corridor awaiting Tyrion to bid them enter. )
Tyrion? Lady and I are here to stay the night.
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Good evening, ladies. Please, come right in.
[He gestures to the small table in the room.] I have what they tell me is hot chocolate and some biscuits, of both human and canine variety. I have been told they are just fine for direwolves.
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Here's to hoping I don't get Lady's confused with my own, yes?
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Then he looked up at her, his smile curling up broadly at the corners.]
I truly hope you can keep them separate, or I might have to laugh at you.
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You would never laugh at me, lord husband. You lie.
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[He smirked at her, as he gave Lady another biscuit, and more loving affection. He had always wanted an animal like this - and now he got to share a little of her with Sansa. He could not think of a better arrangement.]
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( Sansa supposes he could turn around, of course, but since they are married it's his right to be able to see her whenever he desires it. She unties the front of her gown slowly, giving him the choice as to whether or not he wants to turn around for modesty's sake. )
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[He turned around, for he was an absolute gentleman for her. Also very, very celibate.]
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I'm decent, Tyrion. You don't have to worry about me compromising your morals.
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I am more concerned about me corrupting yours - oh, did you make that? It's lovely.
[He grins at the embroidery. She's so damned talented with all this.]
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( Sansa fists her hands in the nightgown, suddenly nervous. What if he thinks it's a trick on her part? It's not but she's afraid he'll think it is. )
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What ... things would you like to do?
[It is not as much suspicious as it is simply carefully curious.]
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Things such as the things I told you about on the Marsiva. The kissing and touching and all that. Oh, Tyrion, you know I get nervous when you make me be explicit.
( In this, though, it’s almost a requirement to be explicit. )
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Yes my dear, but only if you are specific do I know which lines not to cross with you. What you are not ready for, what would be a betrayal in your trust.
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( Sansa sighs heavily. He's right, of course, but it stresses her so to put things into words. She wishes he could just see what she wanted without voicing it. Still, she owes it to him to give him the tools to do this right. )
I want you to kiss me and I want you to use your fingers between my thighs while you do. Is that explicit enough for now?
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[He climbs up onto the bed, and hooks a finger at her, giving her a little smile.]
Come to me, wife. I shall see what I can do to deepen that blush.
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I don't know how to start things. Will you at least do that much for me?
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[He curled his fingers around her hands, and tugged her towards him, so he could taste her mouth once more. Gently sucking on her bottom lip, drawing out the kiss as long as they both could breath ... regularly.]
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( The kiss is quite nice, actually, and Sansa relaxes under his mouth for a moment. It feels good to be kissing Tyrion and the possibility of more thrills her rather than frightens her. )
You’re a very good kisser, my lord.
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[He murmured, sliding his fingers through her long hair. Stroking her cheeks gently with his thumbs.]
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