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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Don't be silly, Tyrion. You know that I love you.

( Sansa has said it many times now, even if she'd only begun just recently, and she wants to just say it as many times as she can in case she or Tyrion disappear like she had once.

When they get back to the Fleet, they go to the First Breath and his rooms instead of hers on the Starduck and Sansa sits on the edge of his bed. She's happy to have worn a sundress in the brief style of modern women and not her own heavy way of dressing. )

Come debauch me, then.

Yes ... but it's always good to hear.

[That is the truth - truth on all the Seven gods. He wants to hear her say that at least once a day for as long as they live.

Which he wants to hear again after he is done debauching her, and he takes that moment to slip up on the bed and nuzzle her throat while he starts to pull up the sundress by the hem, so he can properly strip it off.]

( Sansa shifts a little to allow him to pull the sundress off and she shimmies out of the little lace and silken things that pass for smallclothes in the Fleet. She'd bought several pairs of them in a previous system and she's glad for it now.

Now she's naked and wanting and she whimpers a bit. )

Your turn, Tyrion. I don't want to be the only one naked.

[He paused to gape at her for a moment, taking in her beautiful form. It reminded him of their first wedding night, but this one was ... much more along the lines.]

Ah. Yes. yes Here we go.

[He stripped off his own modern clothing, before moving closer to her, sliding his hands up her bare thighs.]

Shall I dim the lights?

Mmmhmm, yes, dim the lights for us. I think we ought to have it a bit darker for what we want to do.

( Tyrion’s hands against her bare thighs feel good instead of frightening and Sansa hopes she can get through the act tonight unlike her failed attempts in the past. She wants this, desperately, and she knows it will be good if she trusts herself. )

[Tyrion waved his hand so the lights dimmed correctly, before he gently slid his hands up, and let his mouth follow up the inside of her thigh. His beard scratched soft, silky skin ... but he knew she would tell him to stop long before that became a problem.

He could trust Sansa, to say what made her comfortable, and what did not.]

( Tyrion's mouth feels so much different than his hands had felt the last time, almost less threatening. This is something Sansa has never experienced before and it isn't tarnished by memories of Ramsay. She relaxes a bit more, thighs splaying more open to accommodate him. )

It feels wonderful. Please, keep going?

As you wish, my love.

[There was a reason why he was called Silver-tongued by the whores as well, and that became apparent by how his mouth moved up along her thigh, and then began to tease her more sensitive feminine areas. He always had a pleasure high doing this, and this time was no different.]

( Sansa lets out a low, soft sound at the feel of his mouth against her. She's never thought past simple things when it comes to this and while she'd wanted him to kiss her here between her legs but she hadn't been prepared for how it'd feel for his tongue to slide against her in such a sensitive place. )

Gods, Tyrion, it feels so good. Please? Please?

[Tyrion stopped for a moment, because he was a little baffled about what he was supposed to 'please, please' do, so after a moment he just kept doing what he was doing and waited for ... more clear instructions?]

( Sansa isn't asking for anything different, just more of the same until she reaches a peak, and she arches her hips to press herself against his face. This feels so much better than his fingers had the first time and Sansa wonders if that is just the trick to enjoying herself, a different sort of stimulation. )

[Tyrion hums with contentment as he brings his wife her very first orgasm, and he draws away to clean his bear and face afterwards. He climbs up into bed with her, and starts kissing those beautiful pink lips, fingers curving on her soft, carefully carved face.]

( Sansa can taste herself on his mouth just a bit, in spite of him cleaning his face, and she blushes a bit before pulling away to look at him. )

I loved that, Tyrion.

Well, then I am glad for it.

[Tyrion stated with a brilliant smile, kissing her once more.] I shall do whatever you like, so I will do that again.

( Sansa giggles a bit and turns her head into the pillows a bit in shyness. She hadn't meant right this moment, exactly, but if Tyrion wants that she'll hardly say no to it. Instead she cups his face in her hands and asks him for somewhat else. )

Perhaps we can do it again later. I want you inside me now. Will you do that?

[He stares at her for a moment, before lightly kissing her once more.]

I can do that ... but you will have to get on top, my dear. Are you all right with controlling everything on your particular end?

( Sansa hadn't thought about Tyrion's physical limitations when it would come to this act. She very rarely thinks about them, honestly, and this is one of the times where it causes her a bit of embarrassment. She nods quickly. )

I suppose I could be in control, yes, if that's the way that would be most comfortable to you and the way you'd prefer.

[He let out a low laugh, as he shifted her on top, pulling her into place.]

How about we are both in control?

( Sansa laughs a bit and it takes her moment to shift against him, his cock brushing against her wet folds. She takes a moment to just get used to the feeling of him hard beneath him before attempting to take him and once she does, she slides down onto him slowly. )

You'll have to help me, Tyrion. You'll guide me, won't you?

Of course I will, my darling wife...

[Oh, it is absolutely the sweetest, hottest place he might have ever sank his cock in, and he is fine with it. He smiled, a little shakily, slinking his hands over her thighs.]

( Sansa isn't exactly sure what to do now that she's taken him in her and she doesn't want to associate this with her experiences before. She's never done this in this position, besides, so it's not like before anyway. )

Should I move? Am I supposed to move or do you move?

First ... I move. You tell me to stop, if it starts to hurt you.

[Tyrion gently squeezes her hips once more, enjoying the soft breasts floating above him, but even more, the trust in Sansa's eyes. He shifts himself up further into her, and then almost all the way out again, then in once more. Slowing opening her up to the movement, the rhythm of this particular dance.]

( It feels different with Tyrion, so different, and it feels good. He moves his hips and his cock moves deeper into her, opening her up. It feels so much better than it has every time before. )

It doesn't hurt, sweetling. It feels...oh, gods, it feels good.

[He is laughing, then, his entire body lighting up as her whisper. He brought her down and kissed her deep.]

It does ... it feels absolutely delightful.

( Sansa wants to say he can father children on her now but she supposes that might take away from the romance of it - and it is romantic. It's different with Tyrion. It feels like something they share, this intimacy, instead of the invasion it'd felt like before. Sansa moves herself, setting her own rhythm, and tries not to worry about how silly she must look perched atop him. )

I could do this forever, Tyrion. Forever.

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