driftfleet | sun's rest (locked to tyrion)

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sun's rest (locked to tyrion)

Who: Sansa Stark & Tyrion Lannister
Broadcast: n/a
Action: down on the planet
When: during May
Warnings: NSFW

( Sansa has wanted to be with Tyrion again after the last failed attempt but she's been too afraid of failing to be able to try. When they arrive in the new system, though, there's a beautiful planet with a garden that glows after the sun goes down. It'd been such a beautiful place when she visited it with Bucky and now she wants to share that with Tyrion.

She's gotten a basket with food planetside so that she and Tyrion can eat something that isn't the terrible food on the ship and has gotten a bottle of wine; Sansa doesn't drink much but she thinks it might relax her. )

Isn't it lovely here? I've so been looking forward to being with you here. I came the other day and knew I had to come back with you so you could see this with me.

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[That Tyrion wanted to be with Sansa was ... well, painfully honest on all levels. However, he knew there would be a time, a place, and a moment where everything would mesh together for them. Timing had always been the problem between Tyrion and Sansa - so when the timing was right?

He had no doubts.

Which was why he was delighted to accept her invitation for a picnic, and take in the wonder of the glowing gardens himself. He walked around slowly, mis-matched eyes filled with quiet wonder.]

Whenever I think I have seen all the beauty the universe has to offer ... we come to a place like this.

Each planet has something more beautiful than the last. I never would have dreamed of traveling this far or seeing such beautiful things. I've only ever wanted my home and my family. With you, though? I want to see every world. I want to see every planet.

( Sansa has a small blanket she'd knitted during one of their long stretches in space and she spreads it out on the ground, setting their picnic basket down on one edge of it. )

Come, sit with me? I've got wine here.

[Tyrion looks back at her, his expression melting into something warm and open, before he hobbles over to join her.]

Ah, wine and you. A perfect combination to tempt me away from blathering on about the scope of the universe. Well played, my dear.

I had hoped you'd find me more interesting than the state of the world but you are a much more learned man than I am, husband, and so I cannot always be sure of my charms.

( Sansa removes the bottle of wine from their basket and pours them each a glass. It's a red wine and she's pleased to see it tastes like the Dornish red they used to get in King's Landing. )

I do not know if I am more interesting than the wine, though. It's very good wine.

Your charms are absolute, my lady wife. Of that you should never have a doubt.

[He settled on the blanket next to her, admiring her fine stitches, before he leaned up to kiss her warmly on the lips.]

I shall now taste the wine and see.

It's good wine but I don't have your vast experience with wine - you'll have to tell me if I've pleased you.

( Sansa reclines a bit on the blanket and just watches as colorful birds fly through the brilliantly-lit garden. She wishes she could capture this somehow on a tapestry in case she ever returns to Winterfell and have this perfect memory of a night with Tyrion for the rest of her life. )

I've been thinking about bedding again, Tyrion. About trying it?

You always please me - but this wine is a very close second.

[It reminds him of a good Dornish red - a bitter-sweet taste that makes him think of home. Of sharing a bottle of this with Jaime, or a glass with Cersei when she wasn't being a complete bitch.

It was better now, though. Sharing this with Sansa. It cleared the mind and the palate.

Interest sparked in his gaze.]

What have you decided?

I've decided I want to try again tonight. I thought we might have a nice evening here and when we've had our fill, go back to share your bed?

( Sansa desperately wants him to say yes. It'd gone poorly last time and she doesn't want to fail again. )

[Tyrion's eyebrows rise so high they disappear into his dirty golden curls, and he clears his throat abruptly.]

Are you certain, my love? I am ... absolutely up for you sharing my bed, but let us both be on the same page.

( Sansa knows that if she's going to succeed at this, she must keep trying, and she doesn't want Tyrion to talk her out of it when she's trying to be brave. He's a good man, a kind man, but this is something she needs for herself more than she needs to please him. )

I don't want to go my whole life without knowing what it feels like when it's done the way it's supposed to be. I don't want to go without having children because I'm afraid of making them. I want to have this for me, not for anyone else.

[He looks at her for a long moment, then nods his head solemnly.]

Then yes, you may bed me this evening for your pleasure.

( Sansa leans back onto the blanket she's brought, drinking her glass of wine lazily. Knowing that Tyrion is interested in trying again, at least, is enough to relax her somewhat. Perhaps they'll have a good time out here tonight and continue it up in the Fleet in Tyrion's bed. )

I hope it's for your pleasure, too. We ought to both enjoy ourselves.

[Tyrion grinned into his cup of wine, swallowing deeply so he would be completely and totally relaxed this evening. He knew it would take a great deal to dampen his particular performance.]

Oh trust me, darling wife, my enjoyment is practically promised.

You flatter me needlessly, husband. You know I'm already yours, I don't need you to fill my head with nonsense about how pleased you are.

( Sansa drinks from her wine too. She doesn't want to be drunk but she thinks being pleasantly relaxed might help keep her from getting too wound up later and would help her to enjoy the experience more.

She lays back against the blanket, looking over at Tyrion. )

Come kiss me?

True, but I have always promised you poetry, have I not?

[He puts the glass aside, and lays down next to her, pressing light kisses across her fine, pale cheeks and over her rosy lips. As many of these kisses as she'll allow.]

( Sansa loves to kiss and there's something particularly romantic about the glowing garden and she and Tyrion all alone. She cups his cheek as she kisses him, fingertips soft against his skin, and parts her mouth beneath his. Gods, but he's good at kissing and she hopes she's gotten good in return. )

[He smiles deeply, before pressing his lips against hers once more. Such soft lips and warm hands on his cheek. A quiet exhalation, deep and sweet, her eyelashes brushing against his skin. A very promising beginning this.]

( Sansa kisses him desperately for a few moments before pulling away, pupils blown with pleasure. She rolls over so she's laying on her back and invites Tyrion to come and cover her. )

Atop me now, I think, while we kiss some more? There's no one around and I don't think we'll get interrupted.

[Tyrion really didn't need any encouragement, but he did like the invitation. He slipped atop her, moving his mouth from her lips, down her throat, nuzzling the sweet, silky skin up to her ear.]

Well if we are ... then we are going to the First Breath so we will not be.

We'll move eventually anyway. For now, though, more kissing.

( Sansa tips her head back and sighs, enjoying the feel of Tyrion's lips against her skin. Lady's gone off somewhere and that's fine with Sansa - she just wants to enjoy this moment for what it is. )

As you wish, my dear.

[He moved his lips back to her softer ones, nibbling and tasting, as he swept one hand through her red hair slowly. He has had dreams like this - and he will feel happy to stretch this out as much as possible.]

( Sansa has had dreams like this too, dreams where she and Tyrion kissed for hours on end. She just wants to progress past where her simple dreams have gone and she feels as though tonight will be the night.

Sansa reaches a hand between them to unbutton the front of her dress a bit, revealing more skin if Tyrion wants to touch her or kiss her there. )

[Tyrion let out a low noise of approval, before pulling his mouth away once more to chase the trail of pale skin. He nibbled along her throat, kissing the very last open space around her opened dress.]

( Sansa whimpers a bit under his expert mouth and she lets out a slow breath. It feels so good, what he's doing, and she wants Tyrion's mouth everywhere that it can reach and a few places that it can't currently. )

You should...tell me when we ought to go back to the ship. I don't know how far we should go out here.

[Tyrion paused, then looked thoughtfully up at her.]

I would assume when you are ready to remove your clothing for me, my love.

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