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( Sansa pulls her mouth up, shocked, and looks at him with a bit of a confused look on her face. She's never done this for him. )

With...me?

[ Forcing his eyes to open, Baby looks at Sansa, surprised at her surprise. ]

Yeah. When I'm alone, and I'm - I'm doing this, I think about you. I think about your mouth. Your thighs. Now I'm going to be thinking about you in this dress...

( Sansa supposes she should have assumed as much but she hadn't put it together until just now. She lowers her head again and takes a little more of him into her mouth, keeping her lips tight around him and using her tongue as best she can to try and bring him pleasure. He's very good using his mouth on her and she wants to try and do the same for him somehow. )

[ He expected some more conversation, maybe some more confusion from Sansa, even though he doesn't understand how she can think he wouldn't be fantasizing about her all the time, but instead she moves back down, lips tight, and Baby groans loudly, head thumping against the wall as he forces his hips to stay still. ]

Oh, yeah, yeah, Sansa - [ He fists the sheets in his hands, breathing deep. ] - you can - move your hand, too. Keep it loose.

( This is the kind of instruction she never got before and with that, Sansa knows how to move her hand now, how to keep her lips the way they are in order to keep bringing him pleasure. Before, it had just been passive for her but now she feels like she's a true part of this and she feels a stirring of her own desire, which shocks her. Miles hasn't touched her at all but she feels like he has, at least a little, because her nipples have drawn up tight and she feels a pleasant warmth between her thighs like she does when he does this for her. She likes knowing she's made him feel good.

She keeps her fingers loose around his cock but starts moving them up and down in time with her sucking. She still cannot take much of him into her mouth without getting overwhelmed but she bit she can take in, she does her best to keep a tight seal with her mouth around his cock and try to find all the most sensitive places of his body with the tip of her tongue. )

[ From her position, and his own, sitting up against the wall, he can't see down the front of her dress anymore, but if he could, if he could see that she's enjoying this, too, finding pleasure in it, he'd be overjoyed. As is, all he can do is look at the top of her head, keep his hands to himself so as to not startle or hurt her, and let himself be utterly taken by the way she licks at the tip of his cock, slides her tongue along the slit, and starts moving her hand, up and down in a slow rhythm that makes him shiver, mouth slack and eyes barely open.

He's not quiet, either, not caring if Robbie can hear them - he's had to hear him and Kimberly way too often anyway - wanting Sansa to know exactly how good she's making him feel. ]

( His sounds encourage her and Sansa moves her hand even faster, works her tongue against the slit of his cock and underneath just a bit quicker. She keeps her mouth in a tight seal around him and while she can't take any more of his length than she has, she's trying to make up for it with everything else she's doing. He sounds like he's enjoying it and each one of those sounds streaks hot down her spine and has her own thighs shaking a bit with the effort to keep herself knelt alongside the bed without collapsing. )

[ Baby tries to keep some sort of composure throughout - she might not be taking him deep, but what she's taking in, she's working hard and Baby is weak for it, feeling himself leak a little, wanting to warn her about it. His words don't make much sense, though, mainly her name wrapped around a moan.

It takes him a few more tries, but then he manages a sentence again. ]

If you want you can - twist your wrist, a little. But I'm - I'm not going to - to last.

[ He can feel it already, in the base of his skull and the base of his spine, built up and ready to shake him apart. ]

And you don't - have to kneel. Be comfy. Please! [ The last word is almost a shout, his back arching, sweat on his brow. What Sansa may lack in technique she makes up for in enthusiasm, and Baby is so, so weak for it. ]

( Sansa tastes him on her tongue and knows what it means. She pulls her mouth away and keeps moving her hand, twisting a bit as he’d suggested, and looks at him while she does it. He looks so beautiful like this: flushed, needy, close and all because of her. She’s losing her mind. )

Please, Miles? Please? For me?

[ His name on her lips, combined with her soft pleas, combined with her hand moving up and down his cock, combined with how she looks right now, the shine in her eyes, the way he can see her nipples through her dress now that she's straightened up a little, like doing this is turning her on, it's all overwhelming.

He's breathing hard, tremors going through his thighs as Sansa keeps touching him, and he opens his mouth, moans rushing past his lips. ]

Sansa, I'm going to -

[ He can't give her much more of a warning before he's coming, over her hand, over his t-shirt, his back arching as he chokes on his own breaths. ]

( Sansa doesn't mind that he cannot give her much of a warning. She gives him a bit of a smile and wipes her hands off on the front of her dress. It will be stiff and dirty in the morning but for now, she doesn't mind it at all. She reaches behind her and unzips the dress, stepping out of it and kicking it to the side. )

Do you want me to help you clean up?

[ Baby closes his eyes as he comes, and he opens them again to see Sansa slipping out of her dress like it's nothing, making his breath catch in his throat, cock giving one last valiant jerk. ]

Holy -

[ He doesn't finish the sentence, because he most definitely feel blessed, right now. ]

I, um. What have you got in mind?

[ His own head is entirely blank, right now, you'll have to excuse him. ]

Won't you need a bath or something? I usually take a bath after we've...been together and I need to refresh myself.

( Sansa had been bold to try this, yes, but she's still never going to be someone incredibly forward and confident about suggesting things in bed. She's cautious about what she tries. )

[ Baby is a boy, and half the time, after a moment to himself, he'll curl up and fall asleep, only to wake up feeling disgusting and draining the hot water. But Sansa's words make him consider - and also, he doesn't want to seem like a gross boy to her. ]

I mean, usually I'd take a shower, but you don't have to. Join me. I know you don't really want us to be naked together, yet. This has already been... a lot more than I expected.

( Sansa sighs and rolls her eyes a bit, extending a hand to him if he wants to take it. She knows that she's firmly against a few things in his bed, namely him taking his full rights with her, but she doesn't want him laboring under the delusion that she has no desire to see his body or be able to touch it. If he thinks this, she wants to correct it swiftly. )

I'm asking you to share your bath with me, Miles. I've taken you into my mouth. I'm hardly concerned about being undressed around you.

[ The smile that appears on his face is amused, incredibly fond at the same time. He takes her hand, muscles stiff as he shuffles out of bed. If there's something he is growing to absolutely adore about Sansa, it's these bursts of sass, when she's exasperated with him being too slow for her. It's ridiculously endearing.

He takes a moment to throw his shirt off of his head, boxers abandoned on the floor where they slipped from his legs, and he reaches for Sansa again, pulling her to him, leaning in to kiss her bare shoulder. ]

Hope a shower's okay, because it's all I have to offer.

[ All while talking, he leads Sansa to the door leading to his en-suite bathroom, not much more than a shower stall, a toilet, and a sink. ]

I don't normally take showers but I will concede so I can spend time with you.

( Sansa follows him into the small bathroom and once she's inside, she takes a moment to actually run her fingertips against the lines of his chest. She's never actually seen him fully naked before and given a chance to properly look, she's a bit awed. When she speaks, it's very soft but she feels like it's impossibly loud, echoing in the room. )

You're so handsome.

[ Baby stills under Sansa's fingertips, but she can probably feel how fast his heart is beating. He doesn't usually think much of himself - not exactly built, has barely the shadow of some abs that entirely disappear when he's had a big meal, and all these scars - but he's not about to break the moment by disputing her words. ]

And you're so beautiful. Takes my breath away.

[ Reaching behind him with minimum movement, Baby presses the button to the tiny iPod dock he has in the bathroom, music filling out the room immediately. ]

( Sansa has always heard she's been beautiful but it feels different when Miles tells her because he sincerely means it and it comes from caring and respect in addition to lust and not just the latter. She flicks her tongue out to lick her lower lip slightly. )

I've never bathed with someone before. You're going to have to be a little patient while I figure it out.

[ It's not the first she tells him he'll have to be patient, like he hasn't shown her he is, like he hasn't been already. But he just smiles and nods, stepping away after kissing her forehead to turn on the shower, letting it warm up before he holds a hand out for Sansa again.

They both fit in the stall, but it's a fairly tight squeeze, the water cascading down over them. Baby closes the cabin door behind Sansa, letting her have access to it if she wishes to step out, not wanting her to feel trapped. ]

Here, turn around, [ He says softly, leaning down to press the words near her ear, over the music and the water. Turning her around, he keeps his body away from hers, just tilting her head a little under the spray, his hands moving through her hair, getting it thoroughly wet before grabbing his shampoo bottle. ]

You're going to smell like me.

I want to smell like you. Do you want the same?

( Sansa has always thoroughly enjoyed Miles' scent, especially now that she's so close to him and comes to think of it as the scent of safety, of warmth, of affection. Having it on her skin and in her hair will be very nice, she thinks, and possibly something she might want again. )

Mmm, [ He hums his assent, smiling to himself as he gets some shampoo in his palm and starts lathering it through Sansa's hair. ] I do.

[ He's not, by nature, a possessive guy. But he still can't deny that he loves the idea of Sansa smelling like him, a subtle kind of show of their intimacy. ]

You'll have to forgive me if I'm doing this all wrong, I have a lot less hair than you do.

I don't think there's a wrong way to do it, Miles. If you have your hands on me, it's not going to feel wrong.

( It's a little dreamy and a lot romantic and Sansa knows that's silly but she's alone. No one can judge her for that when she's alone with Miles and she can be perfectly honest. )

[ Baby takes his time, adds shampoo when he feels like it's not foaming up enough along the length, moves carefully when he comes closer, his body a breath away from hers. He can't help leaning down, kissing the curve of her shoulder, before rinsing off the shampoo, making sure he gets it all before wrapping his hands around Sansa again, one resting on her her stomach, the other drifting down, obvious in what his goal is as he presses his lips to her temple, her cheek. ]

( Sansa can tell where he's going and she slightly shifts her stance so her thighs are further apart, giving him access to her. She loves when he touches her and luckily for her, Miles is always amenable to it. Sansa lets her head drop back against his shoulder, happy yet again he's not shorter than she is. )

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somehow I missed this tag last night???? ughHHH

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