And 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.
“Please,” she whimpers, pulling on his hair until he brings his head out from under her dress and fixes his green eyes on her blue ones. “Please, Jaime...I want...”
And Gods help him, but he wants, too. She’s light enough that he can lift her with only his left arm, bracing her back against the tree trunk. Her legs wrap easily around him, and then he’s thrusting into her, losing himself in her warm wetness, in the feel of her lips on his neck, her teeth worrying at the skin beneath his ear.
The moonlight is everywhere, painting everything with its spectral glow. Dry, dying leaves fall from the branches and catch in their hair, and he can see the steam of their breath in the frigid air. Right before he comes, Jaime looks up at the sky and sees a bright star just past the tree that he has Sansa pressed against- they are facing northward.
When they are through, he thinks to guide her back into the warmth of the tent, but she only smiles and pulls him down to the ground. She curls up in his lap, and they sit together, their shallow breaths joining with the raucous howling of the wind through the trees, a sound to rival the hungriest of wolf-packs.
And 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.
“Please,” she whimpers, pulling on his hair until he brings his head out from under her dress and fixes his green eyes on her blue ones. “Please, Jaime...I want...”
And Gods help him, but he wants, too. She’s light enough that he can lift her with only his left arm, bracing her back against the tree trunk. Her legs wrap easily around him, and then he’s thrusting into her, losing himself in her warm wetness, in the feel of her lips on his neck, her teeth worrying at the skin beneath his ear.
The moonlight is everywhere, painting everything with its spectral glow. Dry, dying leaves fall from the branches and catch in their hair, and he can see the steam of their breath in the frigid air. Right before he comes, Jaime looks up at the sky and sees a bright star just past the tree that he has Sansa pressed against- they are facing northward.
When they are through, he thinks to guide her back into the warmth of the tent, but she only smiles and pulls him down to the ground. She curls up in his lap, and they sit together, their shallow breaths joining with the raucous howling of the wind through the trees, a sound to rival the hungriest of wolf-packs.
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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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