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[ 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?

( 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.

[ 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. ]

( 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?

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. ]

( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( 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.

[ 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. ]

( 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...

[ 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. ]

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. )

[ 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. ]

( 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. )

[ 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. ]

( 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.

[ Baby lets out a sound of his own, soft and wanton, as he circles a hand around her thigh, pulling her leg firmly over his shoulder as he flicks his tongue against her clit, faster and faster, dismissing the way his jaw aches a little. He isn’t planning on stopping until she’s coming, only switching between her clit and down, sometimes licking up on long strokes before closing his lips around her clit again, sucking hard, his own lips swollen, the taste of Sansa overwhelming him every time he swallows. ]

( Sansa isn't sure what happens when she feels something like a pressure building in her until it seems to break and she goes spiraling down. She cries out, a high-pitched squeal that's nearly a scream, and when she comes back to herself every muscle feels relaxed and languid and she feels like every ounce of strength has been sapped from her. Is that what it feels like for men? No wonder they want every woman they see. )

Baby?

[ Baby doesn’t stop while Sansa comes, holding on to her thighs, lips against her clit as she arches and cries out, sounding a little lost, and Baby pulls back only when she says his name, lips swollen wii her taste lingering on them. He sits back on the floor, only now realising how hot he is, how hard he is, and he looks up, feeling a little dazed as he presses a hand to his crotch, trying to alleviate the discomfort. ]

You okay?

( Sansa shyly pulls her shift back down so she feels a little more covered and props herself on her elbows so she can look at him a little better than she can while she's flat on her back. She's flushed and possibly the most relaxed and happy she's been in her whole life. )

I feel wonderful. You're wonderful. That's never happened to me before.

[ A grin breaks out on Baby’s face, young and happy. ]

I’m glad.

[ Despite his own predicament, he moves up to his knees again, leaning up to be able to kiss her. He can’t ignore himself for very long, though, and pulls back, wincing. ]

I’ve got to - I’ll - I’ll be right back.

( Sansa feels bereft when he leaves her but she doesn't voice a protest. She knows that men have needs and she imagines that Baby is attending to his and not pressuring her to take care of them. She appreciates that. While she'd taken the leap to let him touch her and please her, she doesn't know if she's ready to reciprocate it just yet or if she can allow him to penetrate her. She's afraid of that act, terribly afraid, and she doesn't want to associate fear with Baby. While he's gone, she rises to stand and picks up her clothes, draping them over a chair so that they're not in the floor. She finds herself full of nervous energy while she waits and there's nothing left to tidy so she sits at the edge of the bed. )

[ It’s not that Baby wants to leave her. It feels like the very worst time to leaver her be, but he also doesn’t think he is in any position to be comforting of comfortable for her to be around while in this state. He knows she’s used to it, and he knows she’s not a virgin, but he also knows she has no interest in seeing him naked.

Yet. Hopefully.

It still means that he rushes off, locking himself in the bathroom and getting his jeans open, pushing them down in just seconds before he wraps a hand around his erection, sighing in relief. He can still taste Sansa on his tongue, and he tips his head back against the wall, eyes closed to let him see her all over again, rocking her hips and whimpering for him as she comes, her thighs trembling and her body arching.

It barely takes him more than a few minutes to come, breathing hard as he does, taking a few minutes more to clean up, catch his breath, splash some water over his face. When he comes back to Sansa, she’s sitting on the edge of her bed, and Baby steps close, finding himself dropping to his knees in front of her again. ]

Hey.

You could have stayed. I wouldn’t have made you leave. I could have helped, if you wanted, I...well, I just know how.

( Best not to discuss how she knows, but Sansa knows how. She reaches a hand down for him. )

Come here? Don’t leave.

I’m not making you do anything you’re not comfortable with, or don’t want to do, remember? We can... I don’t know, work up to things. This was about you, and for you.

[ He’s fine, happy, sated, and more importantly, so glad he got to do what he did. He has a feeling this might have been her very first orgasm.

All too happily, he leans up, kissing Sansa fiercely as he moves to sit by her side, then pulls her to lie down, curling his legs on her bed and kicking off his shoes absent mindedly. ]

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