He really never expected to find Sansa outside his room, not after the fiasco that had been their latest meeting with the Northern small council still she was here “You made them laugh, my siblings, you said that thing about ‘bastards, cripples and broken things’ , Bran laughed and Arya cackled. You… you made them return to normal for a moment….like we used to be” she said like it was the simplest thing in the world, almost as tough she’d had an epiphany in the time it took her to finish conferring with her family.
Tyrion stepped away from the door and Sansa came in tentatively “My Lady I don’t…”
“When I’m with you, I feel normal” Sansa cut him off by closing the door and walking calmly to stand near the bed “I respect you. As a man, as — as an ally. As a teacher, I respect you. So… Teach me.” She said with a decisive tone, reaching to her front and unclasping her cloak “I don’t know how this is done without pain, teach me about that”
“What are you doing? Don’t do that. Stop” Tyrion gulped, but still continued to stare as Sansa removed the first layer of her dress
“You once said that you wouldn’t touch me until I asked you to” Sansa smiled, letting her bodice slip down to her waist “Teach me”
“ No. Stop.” Tyrion tried again valiantly trying to resist for the sake of his heart “I know what I said and I know you want comfort from me but, this isn’t right and…” but Sansa saw that he wasn’t outright escorting her out of his Chambers.
Sansa shrugged in a haughty manner, standing there and untying both her skirt and underskirt in one movement “Teach me.” She said again looking into his eyes
“We can’t do this, you’re Lady Stark, the princess of the North. And — and I made a promise to Jon. And I’m expected to teach you how to maneuver things with the Queen and..” Tyrion began to pace muttering things about Jon and Danny and politics “I’m supposed to know better than this by now”
“So, teach me Tyrion” Sansa said again this time removing her corset and seeing he was trying and failing to look away, counting that as a triumph for her cause
Still he prevailed with all the strength he had “No, Sansa” it wasn’t easy, she was beautiful, almost sacrilegiously so and a dwarf had only so much self control but Tyrion was trying to be honorable, for her sake if not for his.
“Teach me” Sansa repeated again stubbornly letting her last layer fall to the ground leaving her in her smallclothes only “Teach me.” She whispered again seeing the painful conflict in Tyrion’s eyes, slowly like she feared she might spook him she came to him and kneeled gracefully at his side “Please my Lord, am I really so bad?”
It was the vulnerability in her eyes that did it, he’d never been good at denying Sansa, he probably never would be “ No. I am.” He muttered as an oath reaching for her face and pulling her mouth down to his.