Queen of North

You're my home

The next morning found them still sleeping and the song from the birds outside woke up Sansa. She couldn't even remember when was the last time she woke up to this since birds never nest or reach her tower back in Winterfell. But warmth from Valarr and his pillow broad chest made her close her eyes again. A gentle kiss on it before she lay back her cheek. "What a remarkable creature you're,sir Dragon." Her voice low and she smiled to herself. "Even with some white hair on your chest.." she bites him gently. She could tell that he was waking up.

His lips, partly covered with beard curled into small crooked smile. Even though he was awake, he was still keeping his eyes closed. "Good morning to you too, wolfie," he murmured, caressing her back lazily. "Mabe if I was like you more fair, I'd be ginger with no white hair," he opened his eyes and peeked at her, "everywhere," he added and closed his eyes again.

"I have white hair too.." she admitted with a small shrug as she rose up to give him a kiss. "Good morning.." she run her hand through his beard and kiss his cheek. "Maybe the mustache up here needs a little bit fixing." She noticed running her fingertip on his lips.

"You can fix it, my love," Valarr said, turning his face, kissing her fingertips. He opened his eyes and observed her for long. Like he wanted to be sure, she really was there. Not just another dream or deepest wish, just his imagination. She was really there. He ran his hand from her back, until he cradled her nape and pulled her for another kiss. "I always loved you like that the most. Messy hair, eyes wearily glassy, but still shining. That small smile and voice a little raspy. But mostly that essence," he spoke as he inhaled essence from her hair and temple. "No oinments, no oils, just you."

"And like you." She smiled holding her close. "You smell like woods and berries and  pine tree. Is that what all hunters smell like? Except the sweat.." she chuckled. "Thankfully,you bath." Rolling next to him she sighed and stretch her arms. "Should we go to the kids now, Val?" She asked him with a smile that couldn't fade away.

"No," he murmured. "Now I have to go take a look, if you truly have a white hair too. Then we will go have breakfast," he said and rolled her on her back, so he could vanished under blankets. "And when we are done with eating," he spoke, murmuring between kisses and words against her belly, "how about I take you to woods?" He questioned and a grunt echoed from from under the blanket. Content and deep, before he  straddled her legs with his shoulders, moving even lower.

Her giggle over his comments about the white hair turn instantly into a lustful moan when he run his lips on her sex. Making her toes curl and maybe even forgetting what she wanted to say she roll back her eyes but soon she could at least reply. "When you say.. take me to the woods? That would be another conquer on your filthy agenda?" She teased him and cried out of bliss as she chuckle. Running her hand on his hair she hold him close on her now burning slit that was aching for more.

"Might be," he mumbled, against her moist spot, gently sucking her, his tongue running between her pinky folds. "I want to take you to one place," he parted his lips. A kiss here, a soft bite there, everytime her body jerked slightly or her muscles trembled. "Sleep under stars with you," he glued his lips to her sex again, his hands caressingly running on sides of her body and over her chest.

The shiver on her body was something given by him every time he touched her,with his lips or flick his beard on her intimate parts. Sansa toss and turn and moan quietly pulling down the blanket to see him and bite her lips smiling. "Yes,sir Dragon. You can take wherever you wish to."

"Oh, I wouldn't give a man like me so much of a free will with your life. You might end up buttnaked in the middle of the woods," he spoke, teasing her with his tongue during sentences, looking into her eyes. "Even though, you already did that," he said with that wicked glance in his eyes and it didn't last long, until her soft small moans turned into a sharp shallow breaths and her eyes vanished with a long blissful cry behind her eyelids. He wiped his beard with his palm and slowly moved on top of her, kissing her once, while her lips were still red from biting and her eyes closed. "I found one white hair," he chuckled, nibbling her chin gently.