"Oh no, not in trouble. I would tell you if you were." Jake said, not worried about his shoulder. She wasn't that heavy and he had carried more even hours after being shot.
"I'm the one who gets in trouble the most, sweetheart."
"I don't mind being in trouble for you every once in a while," Sansa says. She tries to make it sound coy and teasing but she doesn't know if she's entirely successful on that front.
"Hmm? What do you want to try, sweetling?" Sansa is always eager to try things with Jake and she is certain that anything he does is going to be wonderful for her.
Sansa colors a deep red and nods, tipping her head down. Normally she's confident and queenly around Jake, blossoming in his fine treatment of her, but now she wants to be demure.
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"Patience is good. You've been lacking that, though." He continues.
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"Don't want to be in trouble for anything."
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"I'm the one who gets in trouble the most, sweetheart."
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"Hmm?"
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"So, want to try something when we get home?"
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Jake smiled at her as he played with her hair, his fingers rubbing circles on her neck.
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"Oh, I remember the voice. It's...a very good thing we're going home. We need to go home."
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"Yes, we're going home, and you, my lady, are going to be very good and listen to me once we get home."
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"Yes, my lord," she whispers. "Absolutely."