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[ 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?

[ He shivers, his fingers digging into her hip, goosebumps raising over his arms, sweat building on his brow as Sansa moves against him, obviously unsure of herself. But at the same time, it’s absolutely perfect to him, and he starts moving his hips along with Sansa’s, course correcting until their rhythms align, Sansa pressing down when Baby thrusts up.

He moans, loud and unabashed, pressing the sound into her skin as he kisses her, cheekbone, jaw, her chin, her lips; more sharing breaths than a proper kiss. ]

Good?

[ It’s barely a word, his voice scraped raw, his hands all over her back, wanting to see her as much as he is feeling her against him, but completely unwilling to move back when she feels so good Baby is losing his mind. ]

( Sansa whimpers and rolls herself up against him, finding a rhythm where his hardness stimulates her in the way she needs to get close again. She wants this so badly and she wants for him to find his pleasure while she's with him and not in a room separate and away. She slides her hands down his back and to his bottom, using her hands to push him closer to her as she rocks against him. )

Too good. Perfect.

[ Baby gasps when Sansa grabs onto him, not expecting it but loving it all the same, the surges of boldness that she shows, how she takes what she wants even though some of it might scare her. He leans down, lips dragging along the curve of her shoulder, tasting skin as he thrusts up, knowing he’s not going to last long when he’s got Sansa like this, writhing and rocking against him. He whimpers, his hand moving to her thigh, hitching it up even higher, curling it around his waist.

At this point, his boxers front are completely damp, with how wet Sansa is but also his own precome, hips stuttering a little. He forces himself to look back up into her face, flushed and so beautiful he could look at her all day long. ]

You gonna come for me again?

Uh huh.

( It's not like Sansa to be completely nonverbal but she's at a loss for words when he asks her if she'll come for him again. She thinks she will, honestly, and it's a little insane that he can bring her to that pleasure without even directly touching her. Sansa had no idea this was even possible until a little while ago and now she's reaching that peak again rubbing against his hardness. )

Baby? Baby, please.

[ Her pleading, her moans, the way she moves, all of it is completely ruining him, making his mind reel and his body shake with it, sweating profusely now, holding on to Sansa with fingers slipping over skin. He clenches his jaw, nose pressed to Sansa’s cheek, breathing harshly as he thrusts up into her, and if it wasn’t for his underwear, he’d be inside her. His boxers stick to him, damp and not entirely comfortable, but far from being bad enough for him to stop. He moans against her skin, wanton and needy, getting to close himself he’s shaking with it. ]

( Sansa can feel his cock pressed up against her and knows that without fabric in the way, he'd be inside her easily. It doesn't frighten her quite as much as it could but she's still grateful for that extra layer of protection between them; she trusts Baby but she's not quite ready for that step. As she falls back down from her own orgasm, she rocks against him as much as she can, trying to bring him to the same ecstasy that he's brought her to twice tonight. )

Please, Baby? Please come for me. Let me feel it and know I did it?

[ He doesn’t know if it’s her words, so sweet and wanting and whispered in the barely there space between them, or if it’s just knowing that he’s made her come again, or just the pressure building to untenable amounts. He doesn’t know which it is, or if it all of it, but Baby’s barely moving once, twice more before he’s coming, pushing up against Sansa as he spills all over the inside of his boxers, a fact he’s sure will make him uncomfortable shortly, but doesn’t matter right now, as he groans in Sansa’s hair, strands of it sticking to his lips, and holds her impossibly tight, fingers cramping as he does. Her name falls out of his mouth his heart beating so fast it might burst right out of his ribcage. ]

( Sansa knows the sounds and feel when a man finds his pleasure but it's different when it's a man she wants be with. She's not turned off by Baby's noises or by the way he presses up against her as he orgasms. On the contrary, she's more turned on herself. It's different doing this with someone versus having it done while she's a passive, used object. She finds she really enjoys it this way and enjoys it with Baby. )

Did I...do that right?

[ It takes a moment for Baby to answer, to find the words as his body still jerks with the aftershocks of his orgasm, thigh muscles trembling. He dry swallows a few times, taking some time to let his brain engage again. ]

Yeah. Yeah, you definitely did.

[ He knows he’s blushing, face probably a little blotchy, sweaty. ]

Did you like that?

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