"I am not your lady wife," Sansa says, pressing her lips together. Her
fingers are still tangled in the sheets and she wonders if she should be
doing this with him, if this is allowed. Should she, really?
This city isn't as strict on the relations between men and women, true, but
Sansa is worried.
He nodded. "We are lovers. But not married. Is that important to you? For me, I'm happy as long as you want to be with me, no matter if we're married or not."
"Only a husband is to be inside me like that," Sansa says, taking in a
sharp breath. "But you've had me in other ways a husband is supposed to
have me. I don't know. Jake, I don't feel ready."
Sansa thinks that's an acceptable enough explanation.
Sansa curls up against his chest and lets out a breath she didn't quite
realize she'd been holding. She's been so worked up and worried that it's
nice to relax.
"I don't want to lose you," Sansa says, tucking her head in against the
crook of his neck. She's so worried about that, about displeasing him, and
she thinks it contributes to her fear and her anguish. She's a strong
woman, yes, and she can endure most anything but she's tired of
having to endure.
"You're kind to me," Sansa agrees. "And more than I ever could have hoped for in a lover. I am glad that I came to this place and met you, Jake. I am so glad."?
Sansa laughs softly. "I know. I think I wanted a date and a sleepover. Is that allowed, Jake? Or should I have been more considerate of your need for sleep?"
Jake didn't respond, already half asleep, but he heard Sansa's words.
The alarm was way too early at 9 am, though, but this was an afternoon run day, not a morning run day. And he had other options for aerobic exercise, too, what with his awesome and hot girlfriend in his bed. Jake turned off the alarm, and glanced over at Sansa. Still sleeping. He rolled her to her back, and started dropping feather-light kisses all over her face and neck, then down her torso, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin in between kisses.
Sansa awakens to kisses all over her skin and she shifts a little, thighs parting so that Jake can kiss and pet every single inch of her. She won't hide her body from him, not even a little.
Jake grinned up at Sansa, then bent to blow a raspberry on her belly, before shifting down between her thighs. God, she was so pretty in the morning. Hell she was gorgeous anytime, but still sleepy and drowsy and warm? And oh, fuck already wet. She must have had a really good dream.
His tongue lapped at her, a happy noise in his throat. Best breakfast ever.
Sansa cries out softly, hips bucking up under his mouth. She hadn't
expected this first thing in the morning but she wants it. Oh, how much
does she want it? So, so much.
Jake wasn't immune to Sansa's pleas, a satisfied hum vibrating through him as his tongue tasted her, slipping inside her for a little taste before suckling on her clit.
He could spend hours like this. Maybe one day soon he could. Just have Sansa in his bed, and his face between her legs, only coming up for air and water. He really wanted to know how many times he could get her off before she grew too sensitive.
"I am a lucky woman. Breakfast in bed and a man willing to cook it for me," Sansa says, stretching luxuriously and showing off the length of her body for him. It might not do much for getting her breakfast but she's feeling a little cheeky.
Jake was tempted to crawl back in bed with Sansa and show her exactly what he thought of her body, but Petunia was in dire need of the potty, and Jonquil too. And he needed a little space for five minutes. Just to think. Maybe he was ready to have her live with him. But she was having issues with the fact that they weren't married. And that was even scarier to him. He didn't have the best example growing up.
He cut a look over his shoulder and shook his head. "Tempting me, Sansa. But the girls are crossing their legs, sweetheart. Gotta take care of them too."
Jake finished dressing and found his shoes, then left the bedroom.
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"Okay. Then we won't." He smiled at Sansa, his hands rubbing circles on her hips.
"Why do you think you shouldn't?"
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"I am not your lady wife," Sansa says, pressing her lips together. Her fingers are still tangled in the sheets and she wonders if she should be doing this with him, if this is allowed. Should she, really?
This city isn't as strict on the relations between men and women, true, but Sansa is worried.
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He nodded. "We are lovers. But not married. Is that important to you? For me, I'm happy as long as you want to be with me, no matter if we're married or not."
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"Only a husband is to be inside me like that," Sansa says, taking in a sharp breath. "But you've had me in other ways a husband is supposed to have me. I don't know. Jake, I don't feel ready."
Sansa thinks that's an acceptable enough explanation.
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"I'll wait for you. As long as you need."
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Sansa curls up against his chest and lets out a breath she didn't quite realize she'd been holding. She's been so worked up and worried that it's nice to relax.
"I'm afraid you'll get tired of waiting for me."
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"I don't want to lose you," Sansa says, tucking her head in against the crook of his neck. She's so worried about that, about displeasing him, and she thinks it contributes to her fear and her anguish. She's a strong woman, yes, and she can endure most anything but she's tired of having to endure.
"I just want to be cared for and loved."
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"You won't sweetheart." Jake said, then swallowed at her next words. His voice was husky as he spoke.
"You have both of that with me, Sansa."
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"You're kind to me," Sansa agrees. "And more than I ever could have hoped for in a lover. I am glad that I came to this place and met you, Jake. I am so glad."?
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"I'm glad to know you too, Sansa. So much." He turned them on their sides, arranging Sansa and himself in the bed.
"For a sleepover, we're not doing much sleeping, sweetheart."
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Sansa laughs softly. "I know. I think I wanted a date and a sleepover. Is that allowed, Jake? Or should I have been more considerate of your need for sleep?"
Sansa nuzzles against him and yawns, quite tired.
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"Yes, it's allowed. We can make up our own rules. Besides. I'm looking forward to waking you up."
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"Wake me up tomorrow and I will please you," Sansa murmurs, giving him a lazy, sleepy smile.
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The alarm was way too early at 9 am, though, but this was an afternoon run day, not a morning run day. And he had other options for aerobic exercise, too, what with his awesome and hot girlfriend in his bed. Jake turned off the alarm, and glanced over at Sansa. Still sleeping. He rolled her to her back, and started dropping feather-light kisses all over her face and neck, then down her torso, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin in between kisses.
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"More?" she whispers.
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His tongue lapped at her, a happy noise in his throat. Best breakfast ever.
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Sansa cries out softly, hips bucking up under his mouth. She hadn't expected this first thing in the morning but she wants it. Oh, how much does she want it? So, so much.
"Please, Jake? Pleaaaaase."
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He could spend hours like this. Maybe one day soon he could. Just have Sansa in his bed, and his face between her legs, only coming up for air and water. He really wanted to know how many times he could get her off before she grew too sensitive.
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Sansa whimpers and whines until she comes and when she does, she rocks up against his face one last time.
"Jake! Jakejakejakejakejake!"
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"Good morning, Sansa. Did you sleep well?"
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Sansa nods quickly, face flushed. She's still out of breath and it takes her a moment to speak.
"I woke up even better than I slept, I think."
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"Let me take care of the girls, and then I'll start on breakfast." Jake said, heading into the bathroom, coming out after a few moments to dress.
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He cut a look over his shoulder and shook his head. "Tempting me, Sansa. But the girls are crossing their legs, sweetheart. Gotta take care of them too."
Jake finished dressing and found his shoes, then left the bedroom.
"I'll be back soon, babe. Stay warm for me."
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