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( 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. ]

( Sansa's brow furrows for a moment and she's not certain what signals she's putting out if Baby truly thinks she doesn't want to do this. She doesn't want him to be inside her, no, but she wants to move against him and have him enjoy the feel of her body against his. )

Am I being unclear somehow? I want this, Baby. I do.

I just want to be sure.

[ He does grin at her little affronted tone, like she’s annoyed that he’s taking his time. But it’s all he needed, to be convinced that she is all in. And so he pulls her closer, slides his leg between hers again, hikes her up higher until they’re pressed together, intimately so, just the layer of his boxers between them. If he was on his back, she’d be straddling him. Baby gasps at the sensation, letting it course through his veins like fire, bright as her hair. ]

( Sansa had been kissing his neck when he moved her leg to hike her up higher and almost by accident, Sansa's gentle kiss had become a bite. Oh. She kisses it to soothe it, wanting to make up for hurting him a little, and hopes it won't leave a mark in the morning. Her shift is still on even if she's naked beneath it and it's getting twisted and tangled a bit. Since Baby is still clothed, she twists a little (hips pressing against his in the process) and works it up and off. Perhaps pressed together like this he won't see all her scars and she'll get to enjoy the benefits of friction against her skin while she's so sensitive. )

[ Baby doesn’t even realize until Sansa is naked that she was even angling for it, and Baby gasps, feeling the way she’s pressed all against him even more than a moment ago. His fingers drag down along her spine as he rocks against her, feeling the way she’s still wet and hot from earlier when she moves against him, grinding along the length of his erection. He’s never needed much time to recover between orgasms but this still takes him slightly by surprise, how quickly he’s back to being fully hard, involuntary rolling his hips up into Sansa’s. ]

( Sansa can feel the length of him pressed up against her and instead of being frightening, it makes her hot all over. Her nipples feel hard and overstimulated, she's wet between her thighs and she's gasping for breath. She doesn't know what to do, exactly, and her movements are a bit clumsy as she rolls her hips against up against Baby's. )

How do I...how...help me?

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