( When his lips touch hers, Sansa slides her arms around his waist and presses herself to him as close as she can manage. She wants to make up for the forced distance they've had these past few days and while their lips are touching, she wants to touch every part of him to ensure he's safe and whole and right here. She tips her head a bit, tilting into the touch of his hands, and slides her own low enough that her thumbs hook in his belt loops and her fingers are lower than she'd normally ever place them. )
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