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[ 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. ]

( Sansa's never had Baby in her bed before and it's very different to kiss while laying down in bed than it'd been to kiss on her sofa or to kiss in B-sides as they'd shared their first kiss. She nips lightly at his lower lip with her teeth before deepening the kiss and her hands slide down his back and slightly under his shirt so her fingertips can graze bare skin. Sansa hasn't ever felt the way she feels about Baby about anyone else and she doesn't think she wants to. Just him. )

[ He pushes closer, just a little, a knee teasing between hers as Sansa deepens the kiss, moves a hand to the skin of his back. He’s surprised by the touch but makes a noise of appreciation, even though he knows she can probably feel a few of the thin, silvery scars he has all over his body because of the accident. She’s shown him so much - so many of her scars are buried deep in her heart and she’s opened up to him. It matters more than he can admit, and there’s little he wouldn’t show her in answer. ]

( Sansa can feel the scars, little details writ on flesh so like her own, and she tries to dedicate them to memory while she kisses him. She's already had her pleasure and peaked from it but she feels it building again while she kisses him and she rocks and rubs herself against his knee, whining in frustration when she can't find the exact spot he'd stimulated earlier. )

[ Feeling Sansa move against him makes Baby groan, hiking his knee up higher for a moment to allow her to grind harder but not staying there - the denim of his jeans won’t be comfortable for very long. Instead, when she makes a whining noise, Baby slides his hand down along her side to slip under her clothes again, settling between her legs, pressing two fingers firmly to her clit this time. ]

( Sansa gasps in shock when she feels Baby's fingers there. She hadn't been expecting them, even if it's welcome, and it takes her a moment to get back to kissing and to grow used to having his touch there between her legs. )

No...I wanted with you not just me.

[ Baby licks his lips, forcing his eyes to open at Sansa’s words. He’s taken aback by her words but after a moment, he nods. He keeps his fingers where they are for now, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. ]

My jeans are not going to be comfortable, for you or me. Are you sure you’re okay if I take them off?

[ He doesn’t say he’ll keep his underwear on, but it’s entirely implied. It would make it more comfortable to grind against each other - Baby can’t help the rush of heat that travels up to his face when he thinks about it. ]

( Sansa nods quickly and kisses him again, a quick press of lips to confirm that she's perfectly fine with him taking off his jeans for the time being. She feels safe with Baby and she knows he won't hurt her in any way.

She kisses just beneath his ear and whispers a bit. )

You may. I trust you.

[ And Baby knows that to Sansa, trust is the most important. He feels a rush of pride at the words, nodding gently and kissing her again before he pulls back, just enough to be able to ubnbutton hisbjeans, tugging them down and kicking them off. None of it is very elegant but Baby might be in a bit of a hurry, wanting to make the most of Sansa’s willingness. He lies back next to her, his smile crooked, a little less assured than it’s been before. ]

C’mere, [ He whispers, gently, a hand on her hip, guiding her closer, for their legs to tangle, for their crotches to meet. But only if she wants to. ]

we don’t have to, you know. [ Making sure. ]

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