[ They embrace and they kiss with a sudden giddiness, as if two children suddenly caught at unexpected play. Just as Mr. Baelish seems bemused by his own happiness, Sansa feels every nerve in her body fizzle with delightful exuberance — not heated per say (not yet at least), but warm and warming, like a sip of Christmas brandy travelling from tongue to gullet. With the twine of his arms, with the press of his mouth, Mr. Baelish' kisses grow no longer chaste; instead they chance her chin and her throat, nipping enthusiastically along her jaw, introducing tongue here and tooth there, as if he isn't wholly certain which part of him will do the job best.
The exchange lacks the kind of headiness that comes with full-fledged desire, but that fact seems to quell neither of them in their explorations of one another — hands and mouths moving and tracing, little whispers of encouragement and bubbling laughter the only sound over kisses and cloth and the occasional sigh. Rather than hot and heavy and burgeoning, their dalliance is tempered by the inexperience of youth, an awkwardness and fumbling that makes Sansa laugh again and then swoon happily in Mr. Baelish's arms, clinging to him.
When her eyes finally flutter shut it feels as if she is falling down down down from a very great height, only Sansa is not frightened, she thinks Mr. Baelish will catch her. ] May we be happy together and kiss more? Oh, please say yes.
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The exchange lacks the kind of headiness that comes with full-fledged desire, but that fact seems to quell neither of them in their explorations of one another — hands and mouths moving and tracing, little whispers of encouragement and bubbling laughter the only sound over kisses and cloth and the occasional sigh. Rather than hot and heavy and burgeoning, their dalliance is tempered by the inexperience of youth, an awkwardness and fumbling that makes Sansa laugh again and then swoon happily in Mr. Baelish's arms, clinging to him.
When her eyes finally flutter shut it feels as if she is falling down down down from a very great height, only Sansa is not frightened, she thinks Mr. Baelish will catch her. ] May we be happy together and kiss more? Oh, please say yes.