I
open my eyes again to find myself in bed, a huge, slowly healing scar
just above my heart. Sansa is asleep at my side, wrapped in a fur and
I reach out, gently stroking her hair.
“Cersei...”
She murmurs sleepily, “I can't face this world without you...”
“My
love?” I murmur softly, “I'm awake.”
Sansa
is awake in an instant, kissing me joyfully and crying with
happiness.
“I
thought I was losing you.” She says sadly, holding me gently and
resting her head upon my shoulder.
“Never,”
I kiss her forehead and gently stroke her hair, “If I ever died I
would come back from the Seven Hells to be with you until you go to
the Heavens.”
Her
lips find me and our kisses grow in heated passion as her body moves
over mine.
“Wait...”
She stops, looking down at me with concern, “We can't. You're
hurt.”
“I
don't care. I want you inside me.” I smile and kiss her again,
gently, as I wrap my legs around her waist. Then I take one of her
hands, kiss it tenderly and slide it down in between my thighs.
The
sudden feel of her gentle fingers inside me, filling me, makes me cry
out with pleasure and I knew in my weakened condition it wouldn't
take much more for me to come.
Sansa's
lips move to my neck, she nips lightly with her teeth at the same
time as her fingers suddenly into the very heart of me and I cry out
at the sudden sweet release that leaves my body in a surge so
powerful that for a long while I can't speak.
She
kisses me deeply, gently withdrawing her hand from me and then wraps
her arms around me.
“I
love you,” I murmur softly, claiming her lips in a gentle kiss as
one of my hands moves in between her thighs to pleasure her the way
she did me.
“Cersei...Don't...”
Sansa's protests are quickly replaced with moans of pleasure and her
hips moving furiously against my hand as I take her passionately with
my fingers.
“Oh
Gods! Oh Gods!” She cries out with pleasure as her release builds
and spills over into an explosive climax, “Oh Gods I missed you!”
Sansa
shudders still as her lips find mine and we lose ourselves in a
tender kiss. “I love you.” She murmurs tearfully and rests her
head upon my chest.
=x=x=x=x=x=
Sansa
throws her head back and moans with pleasure as I pound her with the
Conqueror so vigorously that I'm sure that the bed beneath us is
about to give way.
Eventually,
she cries out, shuddering painfully as an explosive release rages
through her body. My own release follows with great intensity a few
moments later and I collapse against her, panting hard.
“Someone...”
Sansa pants, letting out a small laugh, “Is feeling better.”
“Well,”
I tease playfully and hold her close, “Someone insisted that I show
her that I was no longer hurt. And there was no other way to do
that.”
Instead
of laughing Sansa looks up at the tent roof and lets out a sad, heavy
sigh.
“What
is it?” I ask, gently stroking her hair.
“Winterfell.
Its so close and…” She turns to me, her eyes filled with tears,
“Don't get me wrong I love you. But I want to go home now.”
“Then
let me be the one to retake Winterfell for you.” I urge softly and
she angrily turns away.
“No.”
She wraps a fur around herself and leaves the bed to pour herself
some wine, downing it in one big swallow before glaring at me
furiously. “I won't lose you too!”
Naked,
I rise from the bed and go to her. “Please...Let me do this for
us,” I gently touch her stomach and am rewarded with a
surprisingly strong kick from the child within, “All of us.”
Sansa
sighs reluctantly and I can see a plan take form in her eyes…
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