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( 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.

( Sansa squeezes her eyes shut for a moment and inhales sharply when his finger touches that spot again and she reaches her own hand down tentatively, slipping beneath the heel of his hand to try and touch herself. She hasn't tried this before but she wants to see if she can replicate what he does for her. )

Quick study. Teach me?

[ Taking a deep breath, Baby feels a shiver run down his spine as Sansa pushes her hand past his own. He pulls back a tiny bit, just to curve his fingers on top of hers, guiding her in what he'd do, what he's done so far. ]

Just like that. Soft and slow, and you crook your finger from the inside, stroke down. Yeah?

( Sansa slowly slips her finger inside and crooks it the way Miles showed her, gasping in a soft oh when she finds that spot for herself. Her body responds to the touch same as it does with him and that makes her feel heated and blush even in the heat of the shower. Still, she would rather he touch her. )

I found it. But Miles, I like it better when you touch me.

[ His lips against the shell of her ear, Baby smiles, still getting these delicious little shivers down his spine when she says his name. ]

Well, I'm here, aren't I?

[ He takes her hand in his delicately, pulling it away from her body before he comes back himself, sliding his middle finger back into her, going deeper this time, feeling her flutter around him. ]

Do you think of me when you're alone? Does it turn you on?

( His hand is bigger than her own, his fingers longer and better able to reach places inside her that Sansa hadn't known existed until just a few moments ago. She moans softly and it takes her a moment to realize he's asked her a question. Oh. )

I...I do think about you. I think about you all the time. It makes me blush.

[ Baby's smiling to himself at her response, exactly what he wanted to hear. He keeps his finger moving, breathing hot against her ear, his other hand on her stomach, pressing her a little against him. He's sure she can feel him growing hard, but he doesn't move further. ]

Good. I want that, you know? I want you to touch yourself when I'm not here, thinking about me. I want you to scream my name as you do.

( Sansa can feel him hard behind her and instead of it frightening her like it might have weeks ago, she's more curious than afraid. She pants a little, overheated with desire, and covers the hand on her stomach with one of her own. )

I'll...I'll do it, Miles. I'll do it, I swear.

[ He nods, the tip of his nose catching against the top of her ear. He's hot, flushing all over, slowly fucking - he hates that word - Sansa with a finger, building her up towards a new kind of orgasm, and once more, he's struck by how much it means to both of them. ]

You could also call me, if I'm not here and you're thinking about me. Let me hear you...

( That had never occurred to her and Sansa whimpers and cries out as she comes, body clamping down on his finger and her whole body feeling like it's been lit aflame. )

Miles!

[ Baby holds Sansa through her orgasm, still moving his finger, letting her ride it. They've been in the shower so long he worries they're going to run out of hot water, but at this moment he doesn't even care so much, his chest on fire and his muscles tense as he holds her with one arm.

He could listen to the way she cries out his name forever, and not get bored.

Slowly, he pulls his finger out, kissing Sansa all along the side of her face. ]

How was that?

( For the first few moments, Sansa doesn't have any words. Her throat is dry and her heart is pounding too loudly to think about anything other than the feel of Miles' hands around her and the way her body feels. )

It was wonderful. It's always wonderful with you, Miles, you know that.

[ He's inordinately pleased by her words, and he's sure it shows on his face. Turning around, he turns off the shower before it actually starts running cold, the music sounding immediately louder. ]

Can you walk?

( Sansa wants to say yes but her knees are shaky and she just doesn't want to move right now. She needs a few moments longer to get her bearings, she thinks, and shakes her head no. )

I don't think so.

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