Ever After, Jaime/Sansa, M+pinkimartiniMay 16 2013, 03:54:51 UTC
“Turn around,” his voice is curt and breathless. He throws the covers off and away from her body, her milky white skin was now a golden shade from the sun. They have lived here in Lys for some time now. He wears his hair a little longer now so that it falls in his face, biting his lip a bit then leaning down to place a kiss on her back. Her skin is warm from the sun that falls on the large balcony. Her long auburn hair falls to one side, the scars from another life still anger him but that was in the past. Everything was put behind them when they came here. Jaime asked her if she wanted to take a new name but she firmly said that she had already done that. They are shielded only by the sheer covers that blow with the breeze from the vast sea before them now. Each day starts this way and when they are sated, they sleep until nightfall. He’s never hid who he is here and the people around them know that Lannister gold is neverending. Some had taken to calling her his wife and she had never corrected them. He wondered where his dear brother was these days.
“Jaime…now…please,” she’s on her stomach now but her body is arched and the rounded bottom is rubbing against him. He feels her delicate hands stroking him, for a moment Jaime thinks that maybe he will let her have her way but the velvet head of his erection feels her entrance. With his good hand, he moves her hand out of the way to slip inside to her choked cries. Thrust after thrust, he’s kneeling behind her now and she’s riding his length. He’s grown to know her body and learned that she wasn’t that different from someone he once loved. Sansa jumps at the feel of his golden hand between her legs, he’s gotten used to using it even if she doesn’t care for it.
“You know I hate it,” she pants when he changes hands only to have her bring the gold back between her folds where their bodies meet. For a moment he can feel the heat even if it isn’t his real hand. He knew when she was close by the way her breath hitched and her body squeezed around him. Pushing her gently onto her knees, he starts to take shorter strokes since he’s close to his own completion. Their bodies are slick with sweat and the room smells of their sex. Sansa is crying out from her release, he rocks his hips with a long stroke when he bursts inside her. Collapsing onto her back, bodies sticking to one another and their breath labored. He hears the faint click of his golden hand and the sound of it thumping to the floor, “I thought you liked it?” She shook her head with him still above her, his hips still rocking against her backside filling her with every last drop. When he is done, he rolls off her and watches her turn her head to face him. Eyes like the ocean that surrounds them and a reminder of a promise that wasn’t broken so much as it was disobeyed by a girl intent on taking control of her future. His eyes move down to the small round belly before him and her full breasts, she takes his hand in hers and sings a song that lulls him to sleep curled around her body and their babe in her.
Re: Ever After, Jaime/Sansa, M+pinkimartiniMay 17 2013, 19:45:25 UTC
I just love Jaime/Sansa stories in Lys. I feel they would be super uninhibited. I'm firmly vested in this "different lands, different frame of mind." They both have been through so much - Sansa especially that being somewhere else would be therapeutic for her.
“Jaime…now…please,” she’s on her stomach now but her body is arched and the rounded bottom is rubbing against him. He feels her delicate hands stroking him, for a moment Jaime thinks that maybe he will let her have her way but the velvet head of his erection feels her entrance. With his good hand, he moves her hand out of the way to slip inside to her choked cries. Thrust after thrust, he’s kneeling behind her now and she’s riding his length. He’s grown to know her body and learned that she wasn’t that different from someone he once loved. Sansa jumps at the feel of his golden hand between her legs, he’s gotten used to using it even if she doesn’t care for it.
“You know I hate it,” she pants when he changes hands only to have her bring the gold back between her folds where their bodies meet. For a moment he can feel the heat even if it isn’t his real hand. He knew when she was close by the way her breath hitched and her body squeezed around him. Pushing her gently onto her knees, he starts to take shorter strokes since he’s close to his own completion. Their bodies are slick with sweat and the room smells of their sex. Sansa is crying out from her release, he rocks his hips with a long stroke when he bursts inside her. Collapsing onto her back, bodies sticking to one another and their breath labored. He hears the faint click of his golden hand and the sound of it thumping to the floor,
“I thought you liked it?” She shook her head with him still above her, his hips still rocking against her backside filling her with every last drop. When he is done, he rolls off her and watches her turn her head to face him. Eyes like the ocean that surrounds them and a reminder of a promise that wasn’t broken so much as it was disobeyed by a girl intent on taking control of her future. His eyes move down to the small round belly before him and her full breasts, she takes his hand in hers and sings a song that lulls him to sleep curled around her body and their babe in her.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment