[ 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.
[ He thinks so, but he would never assume. They might have discussed it earlier, but honestly, he's forgotten most everything they've even talked about the moment Sansa took her clothes off. ]
( Sansa nods, a smile sliding across her face quickly at the prospect of Miles making her breakfast in the morning. That seems like a very romantic thing to do even if that's not something done in Westeros, normally. )
Yes, Miles, I want you to stay. Will you teach me how to cook? I'm not very good.
I can. I'm not exactly a chef, but I can make a good breakfast, at least. Joe - my foster dad - likes simple foods.
[ He already can tell he's not going to be awake much longer, eyes heavy, words a tiny bit sluggish. He doesn't want Sansa to be offended, but her discovery of orgasms was a workout, for him, as much as he wishes he could give her so much more already. ]
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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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I like it. I shall use it as much as I can when we’re alone together.
( Sansa gives him a soft, sweet smile. )
Miles. I like the sound of it on my tongue.
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I like the sound of it on your tongue, too. Honestly, it still sounds like someone else's name, sometimes.
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I shall make it so you know it's your name, trust me. I intend to use it as much as possible when we are alone like this.
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Am I - staying the night?
[ He thinks so, but he would never assume. They might have discussed it earlier, but honestly, he's forgotten most everything they've even talked about the moment Sansa took her clothes off. ]
I'll definitely make you breakfast.
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Yes, Miles, I want you to stay. Will you teach me how to cook? I'm not very good.
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[ He already can tell he's not going to be awake much longer, eyes heavy, words a tiny bit sluggish. He doesn't want Sansa to be offended, but her discovery of orgasms was a workout, for him, as much as he wishes he could give her so much more already. ]