( There's a knot in her stomach, delicious tension, and while she'd like to have everything drawn out and beautiful the fact that he just wants to come immediately is appealing to her. )
Come tomorrow, sweetling. Come and I'll be ready, I promise.
[ There are a million innuendos at the tip of his fingers, but he refrains, because making Sansa blush is only interesting if he can see it, witness it and cherish it.
He's probably not going to sleep, and his work day is going to be the very longest day ever, but he'll deal with it. ]
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Come tomorrow, sweetling. Come and I'll be ready, I promise.
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He's probably not going to sleep, and his work day is going to be the very longest day ever, but he'll deal with it. ]
I'll be there.