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

[ 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. ]

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.

[ At least, the shift in the mood makes it easy for Baby to calm down, appreciate the sweetness of the moment, relaxing easily when Sansa gets comfortable. He brushes a hand along her hair, stomach knotting up at her words. It's the kind of words he wants to hear, but it's terrifying, all at the same time. ]

Hey, I'm not going anywhere.

That's good. I want you to stay. I have a hard time keeping hold of the people I care about. I'd like you to be different in that regard.

( Baby strokes her hair and Sansa relaxes, feeling for all the world like she could just bask in this attention and not need anything else for eternity. She's missed having physical affection so much and even touches like this, that aren't kisses, are necessary and precious. )

How do you mean?

[ He isn't sure of the meaning. He took her words literally, but seems like there is a lot more being them than she's told him so far. ]

( Sansa means it in many ways, both the obvious and not so obvious. Since she's relaxed and safe at the moment, she feels comfortable enough to discuss them more plainly than she might normally. )

People who care about me tend to die. People pretend to care about me and then deliver me into the hands of monsters. Westeros isn't like this place, Baby. In Westeros, the monsters always win. It's always a game and the other player is one step ahead of you - you don't have all the pieces to have a fair fight.

( She sighs a bit and tries to decide how to phrase the next bit. )

A man who told me that he'd protect me, a man who intimated to me that he had been a friend of my mother's? He sold me in a marriage to someone who humiliated me and brutalized me. That is what I am used to. It makes me cautious about trusting people because they'll turn. People aren't like that here, though. You're not like that. Kimberly isn't like that. I've never had that outside of my own family.

[ There's no words the express how it feels, to hear her say that. To even try and imagine what that life had been for her. It's not a big leap to think that this is just the way Sansa's world works, what she's used to, what's considered normal and acceptable to her, and it makes Baby irrationally angry to even think that anyone, let alone someone as sweet as Sansa, could have been treated in this way. He likes to think that his life hasn't been easy every day, but this is another level entirely.

His jaw clenches as he forces himself to keep his hand soft on her hair, trying not to betray his feelings. ]

I'm so sorry, Sansa. That's - that's not a life.

It's the way things are. Life is an ugly thing sometimes, especially when you're a member of a Great House who went traitor. I believe my family did what they thought was honorable. They simply didn't consider the political climate before they did it.

( Sansa sighs a bit and closes her eyes, utterly relaxed with the way he's combing his fingers through her hair. She loves these soft touches like this, the currency of affection between a couple that she's never been privy to before. )

I'm steel now. I won't break.

[ Baby bites the inside of his lip as Sansa talks, her voice and body relaxed, like they're talking about the weather, and not the fact that she was used, and abused, when she deserved so much better.

But she is strong, now, hardened by difficulties in ways Baby can't even imagine.
]

Do you resent your family?

No, I could never resent them. They simply didn’t realize what taking on House Lannister would mean and my brother was reckless and foolish when he declared himself against the Iron Throne. Still, wolves run together.

( This is something Sansa firmly believes, the fact that House Stark’s loyalty to family comes before all others is not lost on her. It’s something she keeps close to her heart even if she has to sometimes be more practical and deal with those who aren’t exactly loyal. )

There’s a saying in the North. When the winter winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. I’ve been a lone wolf for a long time, trapped in a den of lions. What little bit of my family I have back now, I could never resent.

[ Baby nods. He might not understand but he’s more than willing to take Sansa at her word. This is so far out of his reach, after all. ]

Maybe one of them will come here, in Cadelle. Maybe you’ll get to be with family again.

[ Joe is never going to come to Cadelle, even if he could, of that Baby is sure. He’s got to make his own family, here. ]

I want my family to be here. If they're here, I know they're safe and nothing can harm them. My home is a very dangerous place.

( Sansa loves Winterfell with all her heart but if she never gets to return and gets to have her family here, safe and sound, as a consequence? She'll take it in a heartbeat. )

Is that the wish you made?

( Sansa shakes her head and her smile is shy and embarrassed. Her wish is nothing so noble as that. )

No, I wished to have peace and time for myself. I wanted to have a chance to simply be Sansa and not the Lady of Winterfell or Princess of House Stark.

Do you want to know what I wished for?

[ It might be better that she knows he’s not exactly a good person before she gets too involved with him. ]

a dream of spring (OTA with locked starters)

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