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“I prefer silk.” The words slip out of her before she even realizes. She sees his hand from the corner of her eye reach up and shut the door again. Her eyes close along with it. She contemplates laughing it off, but when she opens her eyes he’s standing right behind her. His face is contorted into his signature half-smile, eyebrows raised, his hands folded behind his back.
“If you’re not happy with these accommodations…” He begins but allows his words to trail off as she turns to look at him. As soon as their eyes meet she feels his hands reaching for hers. “I know it’s not what you’re used to.”
What she is used to is lavish meals followed by decadent desserts, a never ending amount of red wine and slippery, soft sheets to fall in to every night. A few she can recall in a happy haze of a drunken hour, his lips pressed to her neck, his beard and mustache tracing red dots along her ivory skin. Smirks and smears of salvia dancing on her lips.
Now their nights were spent in inns and taverns on a long road to nowhere. At this point, she wasn’t sure where he was taking her, but if he kept looking at her like that she didn’t really mind. Every time she questioned him his hands would find hers, sprawl against the soft fabrics of her gown and gather the material. She would look at his fingers, long and lean and incapable of touching anything but her.
“It’s fine.” She finally speaks as her eyes dart to the floor, her heart beginning to beat faster as he takes another step closer. She can feel his breath quicken against her neck and she closes her eyes again.
“Sansa.” Her name slithers out of his mouth in a low hiss, and she blinks her eyes open, her lashes hypnotizing him until his mouth is slightly open. He licks his lips and moves in, his hands reach up to her face drawing her near. She feels the cold metal of his rings on her flesh along with rising flush of her cheeks.
“Petyr.” She replies softly, almost inaudibly as his lips meet hers and his tongue moves towards hers. Her mind stops and all she feels is his skin, his mouth, his hot breath against hers and she wishes he would never stop. But sadly he does. He ceases all movement and stares at her for a long moment.
“Get some rest. We have a long day of travel tomorrow.” He keeps his hands on her face as she nods, thriving off every last word that spills from his lips. He stands up on his toes to kiss her forehead and she closes her eyes again as his mouth lingers there for a moment, causing her body to buzz with something she isn’t too familiar with.
When he finally pulls away to leave she can immediately feel the drop in temperature and the pang in her heart that wishes he would stay.
“I prefer silk too.” He turns to look at her one last time, his hand twisting the door open. His eyes lock with hers and she swears her entire body is flushed with a bright rosy hue. He flashes a smile at the corner of his mouth before opening the door. “I can only think of one thing that feels just as good”.