yes, this is my life and yes, you should care (2/3)thefreshappleApril 4 2012, 07:30:01 UTC
Sansa gasped at the suddenness of the kiss, and found herself with a mouthful of tongue. It was warm and wet, slippery, and tasted of ale and venison. She didn’t know what to do with her hands until his hands guided her arms around his neck. Her fingers went back into his hair, twining in sandy strands and tugging lightly.
Theon moaned into her mouth and pressed against her insistently. Sansa felt something hard against her thigh and went hot all over.
The back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards, landing on soft furs. She hadn’t even realized they were moving.
He stood above her, chest heaving, hair tousled. In a strange way, Sansa thought, he looked handsome. The idea left her stunned - she had never considered Theon handsome.
“Lie back,” he said throatily, reaching down to tug off his boots. They thumped loudly on the floor.
Sansa didn’t move. “What are you going to do?”
Without answering, he crawled over her, kissing her again. This time, she tried to reciprocate, finding that if she turned her head, their lips fit more comfortably. She was starting to enjoy kissing when she felt a hand on her thigh.
She pulled her mouth away. “What are you doing?” She scrambled away from him, backing against the wall.
Theon just smiled and came after her. “Lie back, Sansa. I’m going to relax you.”
“Relax me? How?” His hand was back on her thigh and Sansa’s heart felt like it was going to leap out of her throat.
Theon sighed. Sansa could hear his annoyance in that sigh. “Lie back.”
She did as he said, closing her eyes to shut out everything but the sounds of the fire, the soft howl of the wind around the eaves - and Theon shifting above her.
She felt a sudden chill around her lower stomach and maiden space, and Theon’s hands on her thighs, spreading them. For one wild moment, she thought he would take her right then, plowing into her like some of the scullery maids whispered about when they thought no one could hear.
Instead, she felt a gust on her thigh, like the one she had felt on her neck, and then the soft touch of a tongue to that place between her legs.
“Oh!” Her back arched without her permission, her hands flying to twist in Theon’s hair. He flicked his tongue against a spot and her legs shook. Fire raced through her, sparking behind her eyelids. She felt a rush of warmth down there, and heard wet noises as Theon lapped it all away. Her teeth bit down on her lip so hard she thought she’d drawn blood, and her eyes rolled back as Theon flicked his tongue again.
Too soon, it seemed, he was crawling over her again, kissing her. He tasted strange, heady and different than anything she had ever experienced. She boldly licked his chin, tasting.
He let out a surprised laugh. “Like the taste of yourself, do you?”
Sansa could feel her face flush. “I don’t know,” she said meekly. “Do you?”
Theon moaned into her mouth and pressed against her insistently. Sansa felt something hard against her thigh and went hot all over.
The back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards, landing on soft furs. She hadn’t even realized they were moving.
He stood above her, chest heaving, hair tousled. In a strange way, Sansa thought, he looked handsome. The idea left her stunned - she had never considered Theon handsome.
“Lie back,” he said throatily, reaching down to tug off his boots. They thumped loudly on the floor.
Sansa didn’t move. “What are you going to do?”
Without answering, he crawled over her, kissing her again. This time, she tried to reciprocate, finding that if she turned her head, their lips fit more comfortably. She was starting to enjoy kissing when she felt a hand on her thigh.
She pulled her mouth away. “What are you doing?” She scrambled away from him, backing against the wall.
Theon just smiled and came after her. “Lie back, Sansa. I’m going to relax you.”
“Relax me? How?” His hand was back on her thigh and Sansa’s heart felt like it was going to leap out of her throat.
Theon sighed. Sansa could hear his annoyance in that sigh. “Lie back.”
She did as he said, closing her eyes to shut out everything but the sounds of the fire, the soft howl of the wind around the eaves - and Theon shifting above her.
She felt a sudden chill around her lower stomach and maiden space, and Theon’s hands on her thighs, spreading them. For one wild moment, she thought he would take her right then, plowing into her like some of the scullery maids whispered about when they thought no one could hear.
Instead, she felt a gust on her thigh, like the one she had felt on her neck, and then the soft touch of a tongue to that place between her legs.
“Oh!” Her back arched without her permission, her hands flying to twist in Theon’s hair. He flicked his tongue against a spot and her legs shook. Fire raced through her, sparking behind her eyelids. She felt a rush of warmth down there, and heard wet noises as Theon lapped it all away. Her teeth bit down on her lip so hard she thought she’d drawn blood, and her eyes rolled back as Theon flicked his tongue again.
Too soon, it seemed, he was crawling over her again, kissing her. He tasted strange, heady and different than anything she had ever experienced. She boldly licked his chin, tasting.
He let out a surprised laugh. “Like the taste of yourself, do you?”
Sansa could feel her face flush. “I don’t know,” she said meekly. “Do you?”
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