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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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( 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.

[Tyrion let out another delighted laugh, as he drew her down to press her mouth to his, whispering against her soft lips.]

I certainly hope not -- I would not have the energy to keep up with you.

( Sansa laughs against his mouth and then pulls away, sitting up straight-backed so Tyrion might look upon her as she moves faster. It feels better now, her body stretching and accommodating to fit him, and joy bubbles up within her with the knowledge that she can do this and it be an act of love and not one of fear and pain.

She can bear Tyrion's children now, the children she'd seen in his dreams, and she doesn't have to fear being hurt in the bed. It's a glorious feeling and one that has her smiling rapturously as she moves. She reaches her hands out to take his, place them on her hips, and begs him to move faster with her. )

Gods, Tyrion, please?

[Oh like Tyrion would not live up to that particular request. His stubby fingers gripped her slender hips and he moved his own hips more sharply upwards. Harder, and faster, just as she asked for, but keeping in mind that she would not like anything too rough. Just making sure to keep track of her face.]

Whatever you want, love.... whatever you want.

What I want is for you to find your pleasure, Tyrion, as I have found mine with you.

( Sansa knows this act is pleasurable for men, perhaps the most pleasurable, and she wants Tyrion to lose his mind to that pleasure and think only of her. )

Oh, Sansa, I do not think there is any danger of that not happening ...

[Tyrion murmured, as he increased his grip and the speed of his thrusting. Adjusting his angle, so he could sink deeper into her, feel her close and tighten around him. It feels absolutely incredible, and he babbles that out against her skin.]

( Sansa just wants him to feel as loved and wanted as she does just now and she cries out a bit, so happy she's finally been able to conquer this and can just enjoy herself. It feels like such a triumph - and one that is sorely needed. )

Tyrion! Gods, Tyrion, please...please spill in me. Please?

[Tyrion groaned at that, and he couldn't help but to kick up the pace, to race himself to the very end of completion. To come inside of her, as she asked. It doesn't take much, honestly, just her asking for him to come, inside of her, and he's falling off that edge. Fulfilling her wish in one heartbeat to the next.]

Tyrion, gods, but I love you. I've never loved the way I love you.

( Sansa has never felt this way about anyone before and she's glad she and Tyrion seem to have figured it out. )

How many of your children are you going to get on me now, hmm?

[Tyrion closed his eyes and sighed out as he kept pushing himself towards that end. For both of their sakes.]

Five children, all as beautiful as you, clever as you, strong as you...

Five? Oh, Tyrion, you expect so much of me.

( Still, five children sounds lovely. Five new Starks to replace the ones she's lost. Five babes to cuddle and love, five children for Tyrion to teach to read and do sums and care for. )

I want to bear all five of them and more.

Well, we could always bump it down to - now hold on there love!

[He laughed at that, even as he was buried deep within her.]

Have some pity on an old man. Perhaps we ought to at least try three first. Maybe a set of twins.

Twins do run on the Lannister side. It's well possible that I will deliver you a set of twins, my lord husband.

( Sansa laughs softly, fingertips brushing against Tyrion's skin. Gods, but she's so happy about finally being able to do this and enjoy it - especially with someone she loves as much as Tyrion. )

Twins? Well, let's just keep an eye on them, eh?

[He groaned, feeling his toes start to curl, as he began to lose control of himself inside of her.]

...although Stark twins ... will probably turn out ... much better!

( Sansa laughs and decides to take pity on Tyrion then, riding out the rest of his orgasm so he can feel the same pleasure in her as she took in him. She's so happy that she's beaming, so happy that she's finally been able to do this one thing that she's wanted so desperately. )

[Tyrion sighs with relief as Sansa tightened around him, allowing himself to come as hard as he likes within her. When he is finished, he is in a word - speechless. Just lying beneath her with a faintly blissed out expression on his face.]

I love you very much, you know. I'm glad we...finally did this.

As am I, my love. As am I. Now, come here, so we might curl up more comfortably.

( Sansa curls up alongside him, utterly content and happy that they've crossed this barrier in their relationship. She cannot promise she won't have other stumbling blocks, no, but at least she knows she can be physical with Tyrion and enjoy it. )

Thank you for being patient with me. I fear I will never stop being able to say it.

Oh well, as long as I keep receiving such lovely rewards for my patience? You shall never hear a complaint from me.

[He kisses the top of her head, and then tugs the blanket all around them.]

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