[ 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. )
[ Baby grins, propping himself up with a hand to keep looking at Sansa. He’s got much more of a view of her body now, and he can’t help the way his eyes drag down along her shape, his mouth going dry again. ]
That’s what I meant. Just, in general, tonight.
[ She looks so happy, it’s contagious, making him smile even bigger, brighter, something deeply satisfying in having been the one to make her this content. ]
( Sansa blushes brightly when she realizes Baby is looking at her but she doesn't move to cover herself. She wants to, yes, but she forces herself to keep her hands from covering her breasts. )
No, I couldn't have expected that. I've never even been told that was possible, not until you mentioned it. This isn't something they tell women about where I'm from.
[ Baby licks his lips, wishing he could lean in, flick his tongue against one of her nipples, kiss his way down her pale stomach, taste her skin some more. He doesn’t, out of respect, but man does he want to. ]
Well, if you ever want to give it another go, I am your humble servant.
( Sansa laughs a bit and leans in to brush a kiss against the corner of his mouth before turning down the sheets and blankets. She's feeling the coolness of the room a bit and now that she's come down from her high, she feels a bit naked and exposed. She makes a little motion to invite Baby beneath the blankets with her before sliding under them herself. )
I'm certain I'll want it again. That felt entirely too good to go without for the rest of my life. ( Sansa smiles a bit, slightly shy. ) How often am I allowed to ask?
[ Baby doesn’t wait to get under the sheets with Sansa. When he moves, though, he can feel how uncomfortable his underwear has become, and he makes a face, wishing he had a spare. He might have to start carrying some - for emergencies. Especially when Sansa asks how often she can ask, and Baby chuckles, dropping his head on a pillow. ]
Any time you want. All the time. How often as you wish. Seriously.
( Sansa curls up against him and kisses him softly - not with the intention to start anything but simply to show affection toward him. She cares about him almost more than any person she's ever known and she hadn't realized she could have this with a man. )
It would be selfish to ask for another now wouldn't it? Because I am seriously considering the possibility.
[ Well, damn, he doesn’t think he can get it up again anytime soon, but just looking at her like this, cheeky and bold and wanting, exposing herself to him, well... he definitely makes a valiant effort, reaching out without thought, hand curling around her hip. He runs his tongue over his top teeth, smirking. ]
Well, what would you prefer? My fingers, or my mouth?
[ Licking his lips, Baby nods, eyes half closed as he lets his fingers move, trace along the back of her hip, down to her thigh, feather-like touch when he travels back up, up, up, walking them up her ribs, to the underside of her breasts. ]
[ His tongue against his top lip, Baby nods, fingers starting to move again, palm gently cupping one of her breasts, gently as can be, his thumb grazing her nipple, before he moves forward, fitting his lips around it, tongue flicking against it until it grows hard under his touch.
His hand moves again, back down, caressing the soft skin of her stomach before it settles between her legs where she's still hot and wet, making him groan against her breast. ]
( Sansa has never imagined what this might feel like and she moans low and rolls her hips up against his hand when he touches her there. His mouth against her breast is wonderful and she's greedy for more of it. Sansa lifts a hand and tousles his hair, tugging lightly when his tongue draws her nipple up high and tight. When she speaks, it's low and soft and exhaled on a sigh. )
[ Baby looks up at the sound of his name with a wet noise, vision a little blurry as his eyes meet Sansa’s, his fingers pressing against her clit again, tight and fast, wondering how sensitive she is right now, how quickly he can get her there now.
As he does, he kisses his way way up her chest, until he’s level with Sansa again and, without any thought, whispers: ]
( Sansa whimpers and squirms beneath him and when he moves his mouth off her breast she whines softly; he says his name and her eyes open, watching him carefully. He's trusted her with his name. Names have power. This is a great thing. )
[ Hearing his name on her tongue, hearing his name like this, soft and begging and wanting, it makes him shiver, hard, a moan in the back of his throat. He's unused to it, but he likes it so much more than Baby on her lips, something much more real.
He used to think names didn't matter. They do. He pushes his fingers harder against her, tight little circles, intent and as focused as he can make himself. The way she says you're mine, it would have worried Baby, just a few weeks ago. But now, he finds that he likes it, that it makes him want even more. ]
( It doesn't take much more and she's falling again, tumbling just as easily as she had the two times before but with one distinct difference: she's chanting Miles over and over again instead of Baby. Sansa has decided she'll use his true name from now on, at least when they're alone. It takes her a little while to come down and when she does, she blinks slowly at him for a moment while she tries to regain her senses. )
[ It's a journey she takes and he watches her through it, touches her through it until he has to pull away, worried it'll become unpleasant if he leaves his hand there much longer. He leans in for a kiss, swallowing some of her moans before he pulls away. ]
I'm so used to Baby... I meant to tell you earlier.
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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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That’s what I meant. Just, in general, tonight.
[ She looks so happy, it’s contagious, making him smile even bigger, brighter, something deeply satisfying in having been the one to make her this content. ]
Was it anything like what you expected?
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No, I couldn't have expected that. I've never even been told that was possible, not until you mentioned it. This isn't something they tell women about where I'm from.
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Well, if you ever want to give it another go, I am your humble servant.
[ His smile is a little cheeky, teasing. ]
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I'm certain I'll want it again. That felt entirely too good to go without for the rest of my life. ( Sansa smiles a bit, slightly shy. ) How often am I allowed to ask?
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Any time you want. All the time. How often as you wish. Seriously.
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It would be selfish to ask for another now wouldn't it? Because I am seriously considering the possibility.
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I’d still give it to you. I need some time to recuperate myself, but if you think you’ve got another in you, believe me I’ll do my best to get it out.
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I think I want one.
( Sansa flips down the blankets so that Baby can see her again and grins at him. )
Please, Baby?
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Well, what would you prefer? My fingers, or my mouth?
[ His voice is low, a little teasing. ]
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( Sansa squirms a little under his hand and gives him a sweet, beautiful smile. He makes her feel like the sun in all its splendor sometimes. )
Fingers? I want to kiss you during.
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Can I?
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( Baby’s fingers send a wake of shivers down Sansa’s spine and when he pauses, she whines and arches her back a bit to push into his hand. )
Yes, please.
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His hand moves again, back down, caressing the soft skin of her stomach before it settles between her legs where she's still hot and wet, making him groan against her breast. ]
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Baby.
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As he does, he kisses his way way up her chest, until he’s level with Sansa again and, without any thought, whispers: ]
My name is Miles.
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Miles. Miles, you're mine.
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He used to think names didn't matter. They do. He pushes his fingers harder against her, tight little circles, intent and as focused as he can make himself. The way she says you're mine, it would have worried Baby, just a few weeks ago. But now, he finds that he likes it, that it makes him want even more. ]
Yeah.
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You told me. You trust me.
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I'm so used to Baby... I meant to tell you earlier.
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