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[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa laughs sweetly and tries to hold still while he's undoing it. He's not doing a bad job of it, honestly, and she wouldn't know he's unpracticed by the way he loosens the laces. She lets out a long, slow breath and gives him a look over her shoulder. )

It's a good thing to learn, I think, if you're going to play lady's maid.

[killertrack]

Oh, is that what I am?

[ He smiles, leaning down to press his lips to the spot right under her ear, moving down to the hinge of her jaw. He’s slow and careful, while his hands keep working at her corset, until the laces are all the way off and he can pull it off of Sansa, taking in a moment afterwards. ]

Here you go.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa nods and turns a bit, moving so she can face him properly instead of having her back to him. Once she does, she lifts her hand up and draws it against the length of his jaw. )

Yes, you played lady’s maid for me just now. I liked it. Should we sit down now? I’m not entirely sure how to begin.

[killertrack]

[ He licks his lips, fingers running down along her arms. ]

You should sit.

[ Baby guides her to sit at the edge of her bed, leaning over to kiss her, gentle, as he slowly lowers himself to a crouch in front of Sansa, hands dropping to her knees, staying still for now. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa sits on the edge of the bed before him, back stiff and straight as she tries not to tense up. Only one man has ever touched her or seen her below the waist and she doesn't have good memories associated with him; it's going to take some time to associate this touching with only Baby. )

What shall I do now? Simply wait in anticipation?

[killertrack]

[ Shaking his head, Baby moves to his knees, straightening up to kiss Sansa. The goal is distraction - last time they ended up making out like this, she got into it, and he knows it. Sure, he's the one that had to force them to stop to keep embarrassment at bay, but he knows that Sansa hadn't been left unaffected.

He wants to get back to that point, to have Sansa aroused, wanting, and so he kisses her, a hand framing her face, intent. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Kissing is something she’s comfortable with now. Sansa loves to kiss Baby and when he surges up to kiss her she meets him in kind, lips parting beneath his and hands grasping his shoulders before slipping up to play in his hair. If the other things he does are as good as kissing, Sansa is more eager than afraid. )

[killertrack]

[ For a while, that's all he does. There's a part of Baby that wants Sansa to almost forget what they've discussed, to let it be something that happens naturally, but he knows better. And so he kisses her, his free hand on her knee, tentatively moving her slip up, fingers grazing her skin. He knows she'll stop him if she wants to, so he shuffles closer, on his knees between her legs.

When he breaks the kiss it's to kiss along her cheek, her jaw, down to her neck. Wanting her to feel good. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( The touch against her knee is new but Sansa is comfortable enough with it. She trusts Baby to be gentle with her and she has to give him the chance to prove himself if she’s ever going to make this a regular part of her time with him. When his kisses move to her neck, she makes a soft noise; desire for her is apparently audible and this is something she never knew about herself before now. )

[killertrack]

[ When Sansa doesn't stop him, Baby keeps moving his hand up, spreading his fingers over her thigh, gentle as ever, slower than he's ever been. The circumstances are so entirely different from anything Baby has ever known, and so he's extra careful, kissing up to right below Sansa's ear, back down to press his tongue against her pulse point. ]

You okay?

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa gasps a bit when he moves his hand higher on her thigh but it’s Baby and she trusts him. She knows he isn’t going to hurt her and that alleviates a lot of her nerves. To show him that she does trust him, she reaches down and takes his hand lightly, guiding it higher up on her thigh than before. )

I’m fine, Baby. I assure you of that.

[killertrack]

[ Baby smiles, nodding as he pulls back to look into her eyes, staying just as intent and soft as he wants her to know he is. His heart is hammering in his chest, nerves flooding him as he wants to make this so right, so good for Sansa. The situation isn’t exactly natural, feels a little overplanned, but it also matters to her in ways Baby can’t know.

He runs circles on the inside of her thigh, shuffling a tiny bit closer. ]

Lie back, [ he says softly, nose brushing along hers. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa gives him a soft little smile and nods a bit when he instructs her to lay back. She has to put her trust in him for now that he'll do something that is going to feel good and be different than any sexual experience she's had before now. They've all been terrible before this moment; she cannot imagine that anything with Baby could be terrible. Everything about him makes her stomach flutter and her heart beat just a little bit faster, as if she's that naive girl that believes in the songs again. )

Please?

[killertrack]

Please [ He agreed, voice low as he nods. Baby moves, only to kiss her shoulder through the fabric of her shift, and follow down along her arm until he gets to her hand, kissing every finger, every knuckle. He knows she’s putting her trust in him and he doesn’t intend to betray it, and so he takes his time, soft and slow until he’s moved further down Sansa’s body, his lips against her knee. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa had expected him to put his mouth against her immediately so the fact that he's doubled back to kiss her in other places makes her relax and sink down against the bed in a way she hadn't exactly anticipated. She's not strung quite as tightly as before, not as worried about how it's going to feel. When his lips touch her knee, she presses her lips together in a failed attempt to suppress a long sigh. )

[killertrack]

[ Baby smiles, softly, against the skin of Sansa’s knee. He only moves slowly, deliberately so, inching his kisses higher at his own rhythm, exactly how he wants to. He can feel her muscles relax under his hands, and he moves the fingers of one hand higher, just to brush against her panties, tracing the side, like a warning, for Sansa to know what’s coming.

He doesn’t undress her any further than pushing her slip slightly higher, until it’s bunched up around her hips, and when he leans in, finally puts his mouth to her, it’s through the cotton of her underwear, tongue flat against her and moving on an upward stroke. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa knows she expected this because she'd been told the basics of it by Kimberly but the reality of having Baby's mouth there is impossibly overwhelming and at that first touch of his tongue, even through her undergarments, is almost too much for her. She takes in several short, sharp breaths and clenches the sheets in her hands. )

Oh...oh Gods.

[killertrack]

[ There is something akin to pride swelling in Baby’s chest when he hears the noises that Sansa makes immediately, responding to his touch like she’s already over sensitive. It makes him even more eager to keep going, hands soft on her thighs, keeping them spread, while he sucks at her clit through her panties, the buzzing in his ears faint and barely noticeable under the sound of Sansa’s breaths and reactions. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa has no idea what to do. Baby has his hands on her thighs to keep her legs spread apart and his mouth is fixed against her but Sansa is at a loss of what to do with her own hands, her own body, her own voice. She'd learned to be as quiet and still as possible before but that had been survival. This isn't survival. This is joy, pure and simple, and she has no idea how to react to joy and care. Part of her still thinks it's strange that he wants to do this because men, in her experience, are mostly selfish creatures but that part is rapidly fading because Baby has never demonstrated a selfish nature. He's kind to her, concerned for her, loving to her even if they're not in love at the moment.

Sansa loses control of herself for the briefest of moments, hips clumsily rocking against his face, and she stills almost as quickly as it happens. )

I'm sorry, I didn't mean...

[killertrack]

[ Baby groans when she rocks her hips, a shiver rushing through him at feeling the way she’s enjoying his touch. But when she apologizes, he pulls back, looking up at Sansa over the length of her body. His hands caress her thighs, showing that he’s not mad, and he relaxes his features, but his voice is firm when he speaks. ]

Please, I want you to do that. Grab my hair, move your hips, wrap your legs around my head, be as loud as you want, stop me whenever. Let go, yeah? This is about you, and nothing you might want to do is wrong.

[ With that, his fingers reach up to the waistband of her underwear, pulling it slowly down her legs. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

I am not going to pull your hair or wrap my legs around your head. That's rude when you're doing something kind for me.

( Baby wants her to let go but Sansa has certain standards of behavior she's not willing to let go of, even if she's trying to let go of herself. He pulls her underwear away and she trembles a bit, nervous, and tries not to think about the fact that he can see her in the most intimate place she has. What he'd been doing had felt very good and she'd been frustrated with cloth in the way; perhaps, without no barriers, it will feel even better than it'd already felt. Still, her skin prickles with both anticipation and mild anxiety, waiting to see how it feels. She does know he'll be gentle, at least, and that removes a lot of her worry. )

[killertrack]

[ He chuckles, nodding in understanding. He expects that if she enjoys this, if he goes down on her again, she’ll relax enough to do whatever feels good, manners or no manners. Sex is not the place where you want to be prudish, but he knows that their views on the matter are very different. So he doesn’t add anything, just pulls her underwear off, flicking it away before leaning right back in, this time no fabric between his mouth and her clit.

He closes his lips around it, sucks for a second before flicking his tongue against it. At the same time, he shrugs his light jacket off of his shoulders, feeling way too hot for it now, his body reacting to every one of her movements, her noises, her moans. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( This time, Sansa cannot help but rock her hips up against Baby's mouth and when she lets out a low, soft whine she makes no attempt to stop it. She may have been prim about his suggestion that she pull his hair or wrap her legs around his head but that'd been before she'd felt the hot heat of his tongue directly against her skin; Sansa doesn't believe she's going to be able to check any reaction she has now.

Her legs are trembling because she's holding them so tightly in an attempt to not move and her hand is tentative when she slips it down and touches his hair lightly. Not pulling, no, but affectionate. )

[killertrack]

[ Taking her noises as encouragement, keeping his movements tight and fast on her, thumbs digging in the inside of her thighs, moving up and down along her skin. He moves his mouth down, shifting to lick, just gently, between her folds, before moving back up, his eyes closed, his mind set and intent. ]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa whimpers and cries out when Baby moves his mouth again and his tongue is pressing against her that way. She's trying her best to be polite about this but she finds that as it goes on, her skin is heated and she cannot control the noises that escape her lips nor can she control the way she digs her heels into his back to pull him closer to her. )

Please don't stop, please don't stop, please.