cuddlecity | a dream of spring (OTA with locked starters)

( Sansa stands there for a moment and enjoys his touch before reluctantly pulling away enough to walk toward the sofa in her sitting room. She has needlework everywhere so she quickly tidies it up, wrapping up floss and carefully laying embroidery hoops away in her basket. )

Please, sit down, I'm just getting everything cleared away so we might sit next to one another instead of in chairs across the room. I've been a bit distracted these past few days and I haven't put things away properly.

[ Baby just watches Sansa without a word, sitting down when she tells him to, looking at her fret until they can be sitting next to each other, explaining herself like she needs to. He'd like to tell her that he's seen a lot worse in terms of mess, but he stays quiet, sitting there with his hands on his knees while she moves about. ]

Is that... crochet?

[ Forgive him, he has no idea. ]

Ah, no, embroidery. Crochet is what you do with yarn, my...it's what you do with yarn, Baby.

( That had almost been a very awkward slip of tenderness and Sansa tries to sweep it under the proverbial rug by sitting next to him once everything is cleared away and she's relatively certain she won't have a pincushion under her bottom. She presses her lips together and turns a bit, slipping one arm around him and laying her head against his shoulder. It would be more comfortable if she were in his lap proper but for now, this will do. )

The piece with the birds is for me. The piece with the mermaid is for Clary. It's nothing important, just something to occupy my mind at night.

[ When she nestles close, Baby smiles, wrapping an arm around her and bringing her closer, still loose enough to give her an exit if she so wishes. He drops his nose to her hair, smelling flowers and it's so nice, the quiet, the ease, the comfort of being back in his own body, of being able to hold Sansa, of being able to use his words again.

He's never been good at using them, but after this latest experience, he's going to cherish them even more than before.

When she mentions Clary, though, Baby raises an eyebrow. ]

I didn't know Clary was into mermaids. Or that the two of you were friends.

[ Not actually surprising, though. ]

Clary wished to be a mermaid in the wishing well. I'm working on an embroidery piece of her as the mermaid so she can remember the good parts of it. I've been helping her since that happened.

( Sansa likes being close to him and nuzzles against his neck, kissing a few places here and there. She's much more interested in Baby right now than discussing Clary or their friendship. She's as close as she can be to him without being in his lap proper. )

We don't have to talk about Clary, though.

[ Baby's very surprised by learning what Clary did, and what she is right now, but he's also extremely distracted by Sansa, pressing herself close, kissing his neck. ]

It does seem like you have something else in mind, don't you?

[ Teasing her is easy, it's fun, and more importantly, it's deeply fond, his smile showing exactly that when he turns his head towards Sansa, eyes crinkling at the corners.

At least, she didn't tell him that Clary is right over there in the garden, so Baby doesn't even bother imagining she could be as he leans in, nose brushing Sansa's. ]

( It's not exactly comfortable to sit with her hip and thigh aligned alongside Baby's and her waist twisted so that she can meet his mouth with her own. The solution to this is something so forward Sansa doesn't even want to attempt it at first but, honestly, she's in the privacy of her own home and there's different rules here in Cadelle as to how men and women interact. She's no maiden and, furthermore, there's no one scrutinizing what she does in her private life. She takes in a quick breath and shifts, holding up her heavy skirts so she sit astride him in his lap. Thus settled, she drops her skirts again and slides her hands up to cup his face. )

I wasn't comfortable. This is all right, isn't it?

So we have. Well-spotted, Lady.

[It's a woman doing it, but the elegant step to one side, to pull out Sansa's chair for her, a gracious gesture for her to be seated, it all looks the same. Her body language changes hardly at all from shape to shape, unless she concentrates, because she is after all the same person.]

But where might that somewhere have been?

( Sansa takes the proffered seat and frowns a bit as she tries to work it out. There is some puzzle here, that much she knows, but she has no idea how or why this person knows her as well as she does. Unless... )

Could you have made a wish at the Wishing Well, possibly? Changed from man to woman?

[ Calling the feeling that overtakes Baby 'surprise' would be underestimating it, when Sansa lifts her skirts to give herself the change to straddle his lap. He gasps silently, hands going to her hips to steady her, blinking his surprise away. His hands slide down a little, to rest on the outside of her thighs as she rests against him.

He's not sure if he's going to manage to keep himself in check for very long if she keeps squirming on top of him like this, but. He'd be a liar to say he's not enjoying it. ]

Oh, it's definitely all right, yeah.

Both of those things sound much better than calculus anyway.

( Swordfighting has definitely become a part of Clary's life. She'd liked it, when she first started training. But sometimes she can't help but think about how selfish it was of her to crave the shadowhunter life, when it took away so much in the end. )

I wasn't the girliest of little kids. Mostly I liked to go exploring in my dungarees. My mom ran an antique store, and I liked climbing into all the dusty little corners to see what I could find. That's probably why she taught me to draw though, so I would stop causing trouble.

( Sansa cups his face between her hands and kisses him again, long and deep. Kissing is something she is intimately familiar with when it comes to Baby and she’s more than comfortable kissing him for long stretches of time. It’s different in his lap, though, and she rocks forward a bit as she kisses him, pressing herself flush against his chest. )

[ When she rocks forward, his hands tighten on her thighs, an involuntary reaction to the sensations, shooting straight up from crotch to his brain, raising the hairs on his arms. She has to know what she's doing, and honestly, Baby can't find it in him to have a single complaint about it, because damn, but she feels good against him. His hands relax, slide back up her hips, to wrap around her back as he tilts his head into her kiss, his tongue sliding against Sansa's. ]

( Sansa rocks against him again in another long, slow kiss and presses her forehead against his, looking into his eyes for a moment. She needs a little while to catch her breath and she imagines he might need the respite too. She's never had anything like this with anyone before so she isn't quite certain how it goes. She's never been matched with anyone who liked to kiss. )

( Sansa starts sectioning her hair out, beginning the elaborate braids in Clary's hair that she wears in her own. It's strange to be braiding someone's hair that is as flame-red as her own hair - red isn't that common a color in Westeros. )

I like to draw too. It's not something that many ladies do, mind you, but I found it was easier to do embroidery and make gowns if I could draw them out first. Then I started drawing other things here and there. It's not something I've ever shared with anyone else, though.

[ Every time she moves, Baby has to swallow down a noise, his body reacting the only way it was every going to react, arousal wrapping up around him, making him feel heavier, breathing harder as he looks up at Sansa.

It's only just moments that they're not kissing before it resumes, Baby surging up to capture her mouth with his, the kiss a little more urgent, one of his hands sliding up to cup the back of her head, the other sliding down to rest low on her waist as he groans helplessly, keeping Sansa as close as he can. ]

( This seems like a bit more than kissing, in a way, even if she's still fully clothed and Baby's hands are still on her waist. Everything is perfectly appropriate except it isn't because Sansa feels like she can barely breathe and his mouth is hot on hers in a way it hasn't been before now. This isn't a very polite kiss but she isn't bothered by that, not a bit. Sansa squirms against his lap a little and keeps kissing him, only coming up for air after another long round of it. There's a low, soft sound that she can scarcely believe comes from her own throat and she's mildly embarrassed by it. )

Sorry. I didn't mean to be...to make that noise.

[ It's the most heated kiss they've shared yet, making up for the few days they've been apart, after seeing other every day, or at least talking every day for weeks now. And Sansa keeps on moving over him, shorting Baby's brain right out, as he spreads his legs a little wider under her to accommodate his

- well, damn. Definitely got a boner, here, while there's a squirming Sansa over him. He pushes his hips back a little to avoid contact, breathing hard when they pull apart, his eyes still closed tight. The noise she makes just cuts through him, sounding so hot he can't help the way he shivers. ]

No, don't - god, don't apologize. I want you to make these noises. Shows you're having a good time, right?

[ He's panting as he speaks, trying his best. After, he adds: ]

I'm the one that should apologize.

[ For that awkward boner. ]

Men have needs. I shouldn't have pressed on - I should have realized you'd react like this, that you wouldn't be able to help yourself.

( Sansa seems to have some too, judging by how she feels warm all over and wants nothing more than to roll her hips back down against his lap. Still, she shouldn't tempt fate. It's cruel to tease. She moves a bit, sitting alongside him instead of atop him. )

It wasn't my intention to spur you on, I swear. I just - it felt good and I missed you and I couldn't help myself. You'll forgive me, won't you?

[ Baby blows out a breath, swallowing visibly as he tries to think of dreary things and not how good Sansa felt against him, warm and pliant and soft and -

Stop. That's not helping. ]

I know it wasn't. Believe me, I don't want to stop. But you're just - you just do that to me.

[ He stops, and then, with a bit of alarm. ]

Which is not an accusation, or even a bad thing. It's because you're really turning me on, but - it'll pass. It felt good to me too, okay? And I'm not angry, or mad. Nothing to forgive. Well, you have to forgive for being so... basic.

[ He reaches out to take one of her hands in his, kissing the side of her thumb. ]

( Sansa leans her head against his shoulder, keeping close without touching his lap and without trying to stir him up again (or herself, if she's quite honest). She just wants to spend some time holding him since he's been gone and she hopes he'll want the same. )

When you touch me, it feels like sunlight glinting on snow. My heart's been encased in ice for so long because it's safer that way but I'm beginning to thaw bit by bit.

[ Baby's heart is still beating wildly, as he slowly forces himself to come down from his embarrassing high, pressing his nose into her hair again, like they were earlier. It's surprisingly comfortable. ]

You should write songs. You've got a way with words.

[ It might a tiny, tiny bit of a tease, but it also shows how comfortable he is. And he loves that she is, too. ]

Speaking of that, actually - do you want to listen to some music?

I would love to listen to music. That is one of the reasons you're so wonderful. You always bring music with you and I love songs.

( Sansa tips her head down a bit to nuzzle against his neck and shoulder, just showing affection because she can. She's never had a chance to do this with anyone and she's glad he indulges it. )

[ He smiles, so pleased that she loves it. He reaches for his jacket pocket, pulling out his iPod, and hands Sansa an earbud.

It'll help him, too - get his racing heart in check. At least, when he's with her, it's like the buzzing in his ear disappears, reduced to a murmur Baby can barely hear.

He clicks around, until he settles on a song. ]

Here. This is one of the most famous bands ever, where I'm from.

( It's very different than anything she's ever heard in Westeros but Sansa likes it. It's...happier, almost, even if the song still sounds a bit wistful and she shifts a bit and lays her head down in his lap, stretching her legs along the length of the sofa. The earbuds just reach so she can listen to hers and he to his and she's glad for it. This is comfortable. This is sweet. )

I like it. ( hushed, soft. ) I wouldn't mind if you never left, you know.

a dream of spring (OTA with locked starters)

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