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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.

"More?" she whispers.

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.

"Please, Jake? Pleaaaaase."

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.

Sansa whimpers and whines until she comes and when she does, she rocks up against his face one last time.

"Jake! Jakejakejakejakejake!"

Jake gave one final lick, and looked up at Sansa, licking his own lips. With a cheeky grin, he spoke.

"Good morning, Sansa. Did you sleep well?"

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."

"Oh good." Jake said, moving up to kiss her mouth. He grinned at her and rolled off the bed, stretching.

"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.

"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.

"I'll be back soon, babe. Stay warm for me."

"I'll probably have to get up myself," Sansa says, an apologetic smile on her face. "I don't normally get woken up quite so wonderfully and I wasn't prepared. I haven't had the chance to make water yet this morning either."

Jake grinned at that before he left. "Oops. Sorry, babe. Tell me next time, okay? I'll wait."

He returned about thirty minutes later, carrying two steaming cups, trailed by Petunia and Jonquil. "Got coffee for me and hot chocolate for you. Let me know if I got it right?" Jake asked, setting down Sansa's cup.

Sansa sits up and takes a sip from the hot chocolate, please at the scent and taste of it. "Oh, Jake, it's so good," she murmurs, giving him a pleased little smile.

"You're a very good lover."

Jake settled on the edge of the bed, sipping his own coffee.

"I try. What do you want for breakfast?"

"You," Sansa says, saying it with a straight face in spite of the fact that her cheeks feel hot and her breath is coming quickly. He'd had her for breakfast, after all.

Jake nearly dropped his coffee at Sansa's reply. He managed to swallow the sip he had just taken, without spewing it everywhere, then set his cup down on the nightstand.

"Really. How do you want me?"

"Any way that you will let me have you?" Sansa isn't certain what she intends but she wants to try. She wants to be brave.

"Yes?"

"Oh yeah. Any way you want me, I'm yours. What do you want me to do?" Jake asked, taking his glasses off and setting them next to his coffee while kicking off his shoes.

Sansa reaches for his hands and takes a deep breath. She brings them to her lips, kisses them softly.

"I want you to have me completely. I trust you. I want you in me, I want to be with you that way."

Holy shit. Jake gulped, then nodded.

"Then that's how you'll have me." Jake's hands moved to cup Sansa's face as he leaned in for a kiss, keeping it soft and sweet. He pulled back resting his forehead against hers, a soft smile on his face.

"Do you need me to do anything to help you be comfortable?" He was also feeling so so awkward and uncertain. Trying not to be too eager and rush things and scare her, but also not look like he wasn't interested. Because fuck yeah he was interested. His dick was about to bust out of his jeans. But slow for Sansa. This was a major step for her.

"Just to be patient? Let's turn the lamps down low and make it intimate," Sansa says, running her hand through his hair when the kiss breaks.

"I just want to take our time. I don't want to be afraid any longer, all right?"

He grinned, then kissed Sansa again before pulling back to stand up. He shooed the fluffs out of the bedroom, making sure they had food and water before returning, closing the door behind him. He turned out the overhead, and moved over to make sure the curtains and blinds were closed, casting the room in darkness. He flicked on the bathroom light, leaving the door cracked for a little bit of light.

Jake paused at the foot of the bed, pulling his shirt off over his head then dropping his jeans and boxers. He moved around to the empty side of the bed and crawled in, pulling Sansa close to press against him, skin to skin.

"I'll go slow, Sansa. And if you need me to stop, tell me. I won't be mad."

"We'll be all right," Sansa assures him. She runs her hands over his back, along his warm, smooth skin. She cares for him so deeply and she trusts him. Even though she's afraid, it's not so terrifying with Jake that she doesn't want to try with him. It's a marked difference than back on Halloween, to be certain, and she thinks she can trust him with every inch of her.

"Just go slow. Be gentle and tender the way I know that you can be."

Jake swallowed and nodded. Sure he thought about this a lot. Sometimes with his hand around his dick. But this was completely different, with Sansa warm and willing and asking him to be gentle now that she was actually asking.

His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in to kiss her, not quite as soft or sweet like the last one, but warmer, promising Sansa that he was going to be so good to her. His hands smooth over her skin, lightly tracing over her curves.

The kiss is good. It's sweet and has a hint of urgency, a bit of what had been there back on Halloween night but now it doesn't frighten her because her mind is clear and Sansa knows him and knows what she wants; there's quite a difference that's been made in the weeks that have followed.

"More, please?"

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