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[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa colors a little and turns, letting him wash her hair while she mulls that over. He likes her telling him what to do? Truly?

"Do you really like that? Ladies aren't supposed to be like that."

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"Yeah, I do. I think it's hot. Maybe it's your accent? Dunno why exactly."

Jake's hands are gentle as he works toe shampoo through her hair, then he shifted her to rinse the suds out, then reached for the conditioner, working it through her hair, then piling it on top of her head so he could start soaping her up.

"And Sansa? I really don't care if you want to be unladylike with me. I'm not going to get mad at you or think ill of you. I mean you put up with me and my dirty mouth and awful manners so I shouldn't be a hypocrite and expect you to always be proper."

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"I haven't ever told a man what to do, not like that," Sansa admits. "I've never asked for my own pleasure."

It's something that's never come to her before Jake, either, so perhaps she should have been a bit more vocal in the past.

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"I don't know what you would like, so it helps if you tell me what you want. So I don't scare you or make you unhappy."

He said as he started rinsing Sansa off, his hands running over her slick skin.

"Don't ever be scared to ask for what you want, okay?"

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Sansa whimpers a little, enjoying the feel of his hands against her skin. "Right now, I just wish for you to touch me the way that you are touching me. It feels so impossibly nice. Really, truly nice."

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His mouth curved up as Jake pressed Sansa against the wall, his wandering hands a lot more purposeful in their motions.

"Yeah? I can't get enough of touching you."

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"It isn't too much for you to bear? I know men need...relief," Sansa says, sighing and leaning back against him so that he can touch her more easily.

She likes this, the easy touches and the easy way they are together.

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"Sweetheart, before you, I was really familiar with my hand. And I don't need relief that often. I'm happy when you're happy."

He sighed, a happy noise in his throat as his hands roamed over Sansa.

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"I want to make you happy," Sansa says, sighing heavily. She doesn't want to feel guilty or be upset when it's something she's meant to do with him and not do alone.

"I want to please you, Jake. It's all I want."

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Jake turned Sansa around, tipping her chin up so he could look in her eyes.

"Hey, hey. I'm easy to please, Sansa, sweetheart. Really. I'm happy with whatever you want to do with me. If all you want to do is have me touch you or kiss you, then I'm happy with that. Because I'm here for you and you want, not what you think I want."

It was so hard not to tell her he loved her. But he had to be patient.

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Sansa nods and presses up close to him, tucking her head up beneath his chin so she can be as close to him as she possibly can. She hates that she feels insecure in this when she's so strong in other ways but it is difficult to open up and be vulnerable with someone else.

"I don't want to disappoint you, Jake."

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His arms wrapped around her, one of his hands rubbing soothing circles on Sansa's back.

"Sansa, the only way you can disappoint me is to tell me you don't want to be with me anymore."

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"I want to be with you and no one else," Sansa assures him.

"All I want is to be with you in every way imaginable. I am only limited by my fear. That is all. It's not desire that limits me, it's fear."

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Jake hummed a little, then spoke.

"Fear of what exactly?" Her explanation on Halloween hadn't been very detailed, but he had gotten the gist of how awful her life had been before she arrived here.

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"Fear of pain," Sansa says, thinking back to what Ramsay and Joffrey did to her. She still has the marks of it on her pale, pale skin and she knows he can see them.

"My husband did not look to my pleasure and found his in my pain and my suffering. He sought to shatter me, to break me with his body, his hands, with everything he had. I'm afraid of the pain. I don't want to associate you with pain, Jake."

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Jake's fingers traced the marks on her back, his thoughts tinged in red. Not with her, never with Sansa, but anger at what others did to her.

"But he didn't break you. Those marks means you were stronger than him, that you survived. And I know we're still learning each other, but you trust me, and I have only once given you any fright. And that was because I wanted you to feel good, but surprised you."

Jake reached for the soap, then. "We're going to run out of hot water soon, sweet. And you're going to be a prune, soon."

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"I just don't want you to be inside me and all I get from it is pain and fear," Sansa says, shoulders slumping a little.

"I'm afraid of it. I'm a strong woman. I shouldn't be afraid, I know that, but I am."

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Jake dropped a kiss on her forehead, then began to wash himself.

"You did have my fingers inside you, but they're not the same as my dick. You were wet enough, though. And I think that's what hurt you with your husband. One, you didn't want sex, so your body wasn't ready. And two, you had no idea what exactly is supposed to go on, so you were scared of the unknown. Then of course afterwards it was just him hurting you because he liked to hurt those he thought weaker than him."

He sighed. "A lot of men think that way, even in my world."

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"I used to feel filthy after he was finished with me," Sansa says. "I would sit in the bath as long as I could stand it and I would never feel clean. It doesn't feel like that with you. It feels good with you. It feels right."

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Jake rinsed himself off then made sure Sansa was rinsed as well, before stepping out of the shower and shutting ff the water. He snagged a towel and started drying her, and a second one for her hair.

"I'm glad you don't feel filthy with me." Jake said, feeling so inadequate to what Sansa told him. But at least she trusts him.

Squeezing the water out of her hair, Jake started braiding it, not really noticing he was still damp and very naked.

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"You make me feel good. You're kind to me. All I've ever wanted was a husband who would be kind and gentle with me," Sansa says.

She sighs a little and straightens her shoulders. "I shouldn't be telling you all of this."

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Jake was pretty sure he made a great boyfriend, but husband was another ballpark entirely. He swallowed. But this wasn't about him.

"Why? We're seeing each other. Dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend. We spend the night at each others places. So why shouldn't you tell me things?"

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"You are my lover, not my lord husband," Sansa says. To her, there is a distinct difference.

"I do not wish to frighten you away. We are not bound by vows, you owe no fealty to me. Such things shouldn't be discussed outside of a marriage. Such things shouldn't be discussed within a marriage, really."

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Step lightly, Jensen.

Jake nodded, finally drying himself, much rougher than when he dried Sansa. Picking up his glasses, he drew her into the bedroom, and paused at her dresser.

"I am your lover, yes, and that sort of information is good to share. At least that's what I always thought. But I can promise you something. As long as we're together, I'll be faithful to you." He reached into her drawers, and pulled out a silver gray silk and lace nightie, holding it for Sansa to take if she chose.

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Sansa takes the nightie and drops it over her head, letting it fall down over her skin. She smooths it down and turns, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him deeply. She does appreciate him and cares for him deeply; she needs him to know that more than anything.

"I am yours, Jake. I do not need to be your wife to know that."