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

I, um. I wished to 'be myself', which might not make much sense to anyone else, but does to me. [ Maybe he;ll explain to her what exactly he means by that, but maybe not while standing at her front door. ]

And it took very literally and... turned me into a baby.

[ What a stupid story, and yet, it's the honest truth. And it was te most frustrating time of his entire life.

But then she tells him what she wished for, and Baby can't help the way he grins, a little teasing, a little soft, definitely pleased. ]

Did you wish for kisses, Sansa?

( Sansa blushes a little. She had wished for kisses and she’s been found out now because that kind of chocolate apparently is known to Baby. )

I did, yes. It was something of a silly and frivolous wish, I know.

[ Yeah, sorry about that, but he totally knows all too well about Hershey's Kisses. ]

I don't think there's anything wrong with that wish, actually.

[ If he's surprised that she's not wondering about his own wish, and what happened to him, he doesn't show it. He'll be glad to leave that whole thing behind him, anyway. ]

Are you still wishing for kisses now?

( Sansa draws closer to him, closing what little distance there was to begin with. She touches his chest lightly with the palm of her hand and looks up (yes, up, for the first time in her life with a man) into his face. )

I was worried about you. I should have thought about the wishing well and how it made everyone's wishes go wrong. I didn't know if you left to go home or if you were just ignoring me or if you were hurt...I thought at least if you just didn't want to see me you'd have told me that so I wouldn't worry about your person. ( She pauses, briefly. )

So yes, I do want to kiss you. I need to make sure you're all right.

[ He reaches out, hands on her upper arms rubbing gently as she expresses worries, and what she thought might have happened. He shakes his head, keeping his smile on. ]

No, if I was going home, I'd tell you. I'd just - I'd talk to you, about any of it. I promise.

[ And he means it, looking down into her eyes, sincere and earnest. It's exactly the kind of thing he'd never dare doing to her, leaving her in a lurch when she's just started to trust him.

Her next few words make him smile, reaching up to thumb at her jaw. ]

And kisses is how you'll make sure? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm a more than willing participant.

( Sansa lets her eyes slide down coyly and huffs out a soft breath. He's teasing her, yes, but she's been teasing too. It's only fair. Besides, she's missed him, and being kissed is novel enough that she wants to do it all the time. )

It's a decent enough way to check if you're still breathing and if your heart beats, isn't it?

[ His hand slide, from her arms up to her neck, until he's framing her face with both hands, the smile on his face unwavering. They're still by her front door, but at least, it's not as cold as it used to be - and she's warm, when he leans closer, nose brushing hers. ]

It's a very decent way, yeah.

[ It's just a whisper as his eyes slip closed, and his lips touch hers. ]

( 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. )

[ Baby lets out a tiny noise of surprise against Sansa's lips, immediately deepening the kiss a little at the feeling of her touch, unexpected and sending tingles right up his spine as he licks at the seam of her lips, the kiss already turning a little more urgent than their last one.

Not that he's going to push for anything more than this, but - yeah, he's missed this, and the taste of her, and the feeling of her in his arms, soft and eager and wanting. ]

( Sansa breaks the kiss after several long moments and just turns her face in against his neck, inhaling softly. She's missed him these past few days and while it hadn't been his fault, it has served to remind her that she's gotten attached to him in spite of herself. She shouldn't be having feelings, but she is, and feelings are inherently dangerous. Feelings get you hurt. )

I'm sorry, I just missed you. You'll stay for a little while, won't you? You'll stay and have tea with me, at least?

[ When she leans in, presses close, Baby just holds her, a hand cradling the back of her head and the other on her back, gentle touches to let her know he is, indeed, here, and not going anywhere. If only he'd known, back then. ]

Yeah, of course. I've missed you too, and I'd rather be here with you than... not.

( 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?

[ 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.

( 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. )

[ 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. ]

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