Mirrorball // Sansa Stark

48. Shimmering Bright

Sansa's body ached in ways she didn't even know were possible. Each movement she made reminded her of how thoroughly Jae consumed her body, how he bent her gloriously to his will, how he stretched her to her max. 

Rolling over, he knew Jae would be beside her, knew his warm body would be breathing heavily beside her. She knew she would find his hand reaching for her even in his sleep. She knew she would find the same chestnut brown scruff on his face that she realized was heavenly on her most sensitive regions and sleep ruffled hair. 

She knew she would find the same sharp jawline and perfectly shaped and extremely kissable lips. 

Except, when Sansa looked to him, finally finding the strength to turn around and take him in under the early morning light, streaming past the gap in the curtains she found so much more. 

Instead of sleep-ruffled hair, she found hair she had dug her hands into to hold him in place because she hadn't ever wanted him to stop. Instead of the familiar kissable mouth she found the lush lips she had watched devour every inch of her, a smile curved her lips at the memory. 

Instead of rolling over and finding comfort in her friend and confidant, the man she loved for years next to her, she found an unfamiliar pressure wrapping around her waist and a skipping heartbeat. She savored the warmth of him against her. 

The more she studied him, the more the intense pressure grew. It was like last night had ripped a veil down between them, and something new pressed in on her, she could never go back now. Never. Jae was her forever. 

"Morning darling." Jae's first words, sansa wanted his first words and his last every day for the rest of their lives. 

"Morning," Sansa whispered kissing his chest. He held her closer as she lay on his chest her naked body pressed up against him. 

She shifted trying to get comfortable and Jae chuckled, Sansa slithered a hand between them trying to find what was poking her and found a hard but fleshy cock shot up. 

"I can't control it when you are rubbing up against me." Jae remarked. "Naked might I add. Otherwise I might have some more control." Sansa apologized about to move but Jae held onto her. "I didnt say I wanted you to leave." Jae assured. She bit her lip her finger tracing his cock. "You feeling okay?" 

"Sore." Sansa whispered kissing his chest. "I dont think I ever want to leave your bed." Sansa decided. 

"I like that idea." Jae agreed. She bit her lip smiling back at him. "You sure? I dont want you to over do it." Jae countered. 

"Love me." Sansa whispered against his lips. he kissed her gently on the lips. Rolling her over she smiled up at him tracing a hand down his chest. 

Sansa smiled wildly, she pain of it becoming pleasure as he entered her again, she clawed at his back and picked up the pace, thrusting into her with a quicker and harder each time as she began to cry out his name over and over again as he nails scratched down his back.

She felt like she was spinning, floating, shimmering beautiful. When no one was around just them, she felt like she was able to shine. To love him, to feel loved, be loved. Not break into a million pieces when the rest of the world came crashing down. 

 Both of them never looked away from each other, until he reached his climax and was unable to keep his eyes open as he growled lowly and thrusted into her one last time.

Slowly, he pulled out of her and flopped down into the bed. Both of them, covered in a light sweat, but neither cared as she rolled onto her side and into the arms of the man who she wanted more than anything. 

"You have no idea how bad I have wanted that" she laughed. Jae pulled her closer still smiling, they had no reason to leave the bed until Joffrey's wedding. 

When jae looked at her she felt like a mirrorball, shining bright for him. She never want him to stop looking at her like that. Like she was the most magnificent woman in the world.