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SOMETHING STUPID LIKE I LOVE YOU
CHAPTER 5: SANSA
Listen, it just wasn’t in Sansa’s nature to not appreciate beautiful things when they were right in front of her. And Theon’s bare chest, with all its evidence of the hours upon hours he spends on a boat each week – corded arms, slender but firm back muscles, washboard abs that had to be spray-painted on because she was sure she would have noticed those before – well, it was a goddamn work of art. Forget the Mona Lisa, forget Project Runway, forget Chris Hemsworth… okay, partially forget Chris Hemsworth.
Theon was beautiful. And she wanted to do terrible, terrible things to him.
It was a mutual thing, really. She also wanted him to do terrible things to her – like, just off the top of her head, with no forethought or pre-fantasy planning whatsoever, lick whipped cream off her tits until she begged to come, or bend her over her dining room table and thrust slowly, torturously, until she could hardly see straight or-
The grin she couldn’t seem to wipe from her face only managed to disguise the blush, not hide it completely. Was it so obvious she wanted him? She swallowed and bit her lip as she looked at him, forgetting about the coffee-stained t-shirt in his hands as he argued with Robb about some dumb sport – honestly, she wasn’t listening at all – he was shirtless how was she supposed to focus – wondering why she was suddenly so nervous, and at a loss for words. She had asked if he had plans, but her only plans were to ravage him all day and night, but suddenly she wasn’t sure how, exactly, to go about that. His confession the night before should have made things easier. He wanted her. She knew it. She wanted him too. He knew it.
So why was she still standing here, staring at him?
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