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[ 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. )

Please?

[ Smilin, Baby can't help but think, she doesn't have to ask, she doesn't have to beg - he's always willing to give her what she wants; but there's something about the way she says the word, like it means so much more to her now that it's about pleasure, and not fear. Baby drags his lips down along her cheek as his hand moves between her legs, circling around her clit again, in a way she must be used to now. ]

( Sansa ought to be used to it but every time he touches her this way, she makes a soft little sigh and is surprised all over again. Sansa closes her eyes and just lets the warm water and the good feelings wash over her, nice and easy. )

Mmm, Miles. You're going to get me all messy now.

Good thing we're already in the shower, then.

[ He is amused, all too pleased by her reaction, the slight weight of her body against his as she leans back. He slides his fingers further, teasing at her folds, just - testing the waters, his lips still pressed to her skin, water cascading down their bodies. ]

Only if it feels good, [ he says, in a whisper. ]

( Sansa is a little unsure about what he’s doing but she’s willing to try for a moment. )

Slowly, please?

[ Never stopping kissing her, along her jaw, back up to her ear, softly biting on her earlobe, keeping his lips pressed to her skin, like a reassurance that he's here, he's got her, all will be well.

He reaches down with his free hand, taking hers in his own, much larger one, squeezing her fingers gently. ]

I've got you, [ he whispers next, before he slowly pushes a finger inside Sansa, crooking gently, only moving to the knuckle before pulling back. ]

( Sansa has never been penetrated by anyone or anything but Ramsay so feeling Miles do this is strange and overwhelming. It doesn’t hurt but she tenses a little anyway, uncertain of herself. )

It’s all right. I trust you, Miles. I trust you. It’s just that I’ve never with anyone but...you know.

[ He nods, fingers moving back towards her clit, towards a safer zone, wanting her to relax, not feel tense around him. He kisses her cheek, lingering, pressing pressing his forehead to her temple. ]

It's fine. We don't have to. We never have to,

I want to try a little more. Will you try with me?

( Sansa had found it strange for him to put his finger inside her but she trusts him not to hurt her, now (and it hadn't hurt) so she wonders if he knows how to make it feel good. )

Make it feel good for me?

[ Baby dry-swallows, brushing his nose against her skin when he nods, his eyes closed. He moves his fingers back, then, still careful when he moves back inside her, slow, careful, hooking his finger in and pressing a little. He lets it drag when he pulls back, waits a beat, then moves back in. ]

( Sansa whimpers a little but it's a good sound. There's a place inside her that Miles' finger drags against and she hadn't known that existed, just like she hadn't known about her clitoris until a few weeks ago. She's never thought about anything being inside her feeling good and so this is overwhelming and wonderful all at once. Sansa bites her lip and tries to choke off a moan. )

How...how is it you always know exactly how to touch me, Miles?

[ His heart beating hard in his chest, Baby leans close, her wet hair sticking to his lips. He has a moment of thought that it's simply because she has never had anything better, anyone willing to take care of her the way Baby wants to. He keeps moving his finger, slow, going deeper with every stroke, keeping the heel of his hand against her clit. ]

I don't. I'm learning like you are. Seeing what makes you feel good.

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