The Birch Grove: Part OneThey make camp in a grove of birch trees; pale, slender things with a criss-cross of barren branches. Sansa’s slim white arms blend in with the tree trunks as she wends her way through the thicket, circling each birch, swinging and swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm. As Jaime watches her from the doorway of the tent, he marvels at how impervious she seems to the cold- she wears nothing but a diaphanous shift, her feet completely bare. Her hair is no longer that unfortunate mousy brown, but the rich, deep red that she inherited from her mother. The moonlight sifts through the branches and illuminates her pale limbs, catches in her wide blue eyes, reflects off of her small, sharp teeth
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The Birch Grove: Part TwoAnd he is on his knees now, the coolness of the ground seeping in through his breeches, his arms wrapped around her waist as his mouth moves over her breasts and stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin through the feather-light shift. He uses his left hand to tug at his own laces and slowly rub himself- he lifts the hem of her skirt with his golden hand and kisses her through her smallclothes. He sinks his teeth into the soft skin of her thigh, and she cries out, a wolf-like sound if ever there was one, her nails digging into his scalp
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the imagery, the ethereal quality about it--I am at a loss for words tbh lol :$
beautifully done, as always (y)
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This fandom can make me ship anyone with anyone seriously ^^.
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I know, right??! I feel like I have a new crackship to fall in love with every day.
I'm glad you liked the Jaime/Sansa action- thanks for commenting!
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