But all your flaws and scars are mine

Chapter 7

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Here's another chapter (omg it's ridiculously long) and it's, again, kind of a filler, giving us information and plot. Boring I know, but the sexy times are on the horizon, I promise!

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Sansa opens her door the next morning looking like the esteemed, professional author she is. Well, from the waist up at least. Her long legs are sheathed in pajama pants covered in lightning bolts and glasses.

"Harry Potter?" I ask, with a wide grin and raised eyebrow, nodding down her body.

"Good morning to you too." She teases as I walk past her to put our coffees and the cookies on the counter.

Spinning around quickly I close the distance between us in two steps, sweeping her into my arms for a tight hug.

"Sorry little bird, I got distracted." I murmur against her ear, making her breaths come slightly faster. "Good morning." I say to her as I place her back on the ground and kiss her cheek.

"You're forgiven." Sansa smiles while I lay out the food. "And yes, they are Harry Potter." She models her night wear as she makes her way to where I'm standing at the kitchen island.

"I like them. Are you not ready for your meetings yet?" The black blouse she's got on, and the pale pink blazer I spotted on one of her barstools, paired with her curls and the slightly heavier make up she has on, compared to what usually does, (I only notice because she doesn't need a fucking drop of the stuff) don't add up with the cozy looking bottom half of her.

Sansa laughs at me. "I only have a phone call with my manager and then a Skype meeting with Gendry. Seeing as none are in person, and I can stay seated the entire time during the second, I only have to be half professional." She looks chuffed at her decision.

All I can do is smile and shake my head at her, how can one person be so fucking cute? And also make me use the word cute, I don't think I ever have until I met her.

"Your brain works in wonderful ways."I tell Sansa and then finally shove one of her famous cookies, whole, into my mouth.

The minute it touches my tongue I know there's nothing in the world that tastes better, besides Sansa herself. The groan that escapes me from the burst of flavors is edging on sexual. This is confirmed when I look at Sansa. Her hand is frozen halfway to her mouth, which is hanging open, her cookie seemingly forgotten in mid air.

"Good?" She asks once she's taken her own bite.

I nod eating another. "Fucking out of this world. You've ruined me for life, I hope you make them often."