( 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. )
[ 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. )
[ 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. ]
( 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.
[ 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. )
[ 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. )
[ 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. ]
( 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. )
[ 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. )
[ 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. ]
( It comes out automatically and Sansa presses her face against Baby's neck and giggles, laughing at herself for accidentally saying that of all things. She lifts her head after a moment and gives him a grin. )
I'm sorry, it's just habit. Yes, Baby, I enjoyed it.
Jesus, [ He breathes out, the unpleasant twist in his stomach that the words elicit making him grimace, even as Sansa starts laughing. At least that sound is beautiful, and he wants to hear it so much more. He relaxes again, his fingers caressing her skin, following the ridges of her spine. She’s still naked, and Baby is going to make the very most of it. ] Don’t, I’ll think you’re just saying what I want to hear.
[ Which he knows isn’t the case here. She looks too happy, her hair a mess of fiery red around her head, her smile glorious. ]
Was it - was it the first time, for you? [ He means orgasms, but suddenly, his Southern-ness kicks in, and he can’t find it in himself to say it out loud. ]
No, I already found my pleasure under your mouth. That was the second time.
( Perhaps it's not quite what he meant but Sansa is in a particular mood and she's very amused and very happy. She sighs a bit at the feel of his fingertips along her skin and rolls over to lay on her back for a moment. She looks over at him, still smiling brightly. )
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No...I wanted with you not just me.
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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. ]
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She kisses just beneath his ear and whispers a bit. )
You may. I trust you.
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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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Am I being unclear somehow? I want this, Baby. I do.
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[ 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. ]
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How do I...how...help me?
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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. ]
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Too good. Perfect.
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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?
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( 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.
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Please, Baby? Please come for me. Let me feel it and know I did it?
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Did I...do that right?
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Yeah. Yeah, you definitely did.
[ He knows he’s blushing, face probably a little blotchy, sweaty. ]
Did you like that?
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( It comes out automatically and Sansa presses her face against Baby's neck and giggles, laughing at herself for accidentally saying that of all things.
She lifts her head after a moment and gives him a grin. )
I'm sorry, it's just habit. Yes, Baby, I enjoyed it.
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[ Which he knows isn’t the case here. She looks too happy, her hair a mess of fiery red around her head, her smile glorious. ]
Was it - was it the first time, for you? [ He means orgasms, but suddenly, his Southern-ness kicks in, and he can’t find it in himself to say it out loud. ]
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( Perhaps it's not quite what he meant but Sansa is in a particular mood and she's very amused and very happy. She sighs a bit at the feel of his fingertips along her skin and rolls over to lay on her back for a moment. She looks over at him, still smiling brightly. )
Under your mouth was the first time.
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