[ 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. ]
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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.