Mar 19, 2021
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Fleur de Lis - Sansa Stark/Tormund Giantsbane
for @domina-nox 425 words Rated T Fleur de Lis - A yearning, burning kind of love
Modern AU bc it’s what I do
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Tormund’s heart beat rapidly while he waited, his breath forming white clouds in front of him as he checked his watch again.
It was still early yet. She’d said she couldn’t get away until after seven-thirty and it was only just.
He was early, but he wasn’t surprised by that. Ever since he’d left her the last time, he’d been counting down the seconds until he could hold her again.
The cold didn’t really bother him, especially if it meant he got an extra few minutes with Sansa without anyone’s prying eyes trying to decide if they were together or they weren’t. Or if they needed to go let her dear old dad know that a man with no family name was sniffing around the Stark heiress.
“Tor?” her voice was hushed, but still carried quite well in the silence.
“I’m here,” he replied, his heart all at once thumping in his chest as she appeared, slinking around the corner and grinning when she saw him.
“Thought that was you, but didn’t wanna just... jump you. In case it wasn’t you.”
“It’s me, love. Jump away.”
Her grin widened and she practically threw herself into his arms.
Holding her close, his lips found hers and after that, nothing else mattered.
He’d never enjoyed kissing anyone as much as he enjoyed kissing Sansa Stark. The inherent ‘wrongness’ of it all played into it a bit, and he was well aware that he liked breaking the rules. But it was more than that.
She was also just bloody excellent at this.
And he wanted more of whatever ‘this’ was. All the time.
“I missed you,” she whispered between kisses. “I can’t keep doing this. I want to tell everyone.”
“So tell everyone,” he heard himself say. “Take out an article in the newspaper.”
She giggled. “Right. Good one.”
He paused when she leaned closer again. “No, I mean it.” And he did, surprisingly. “Tell whoever you want, Sansa. If you don’t want to sneak around anymore...”
“Thought sneaking around was half the fun...” she teased.
“No, half the fun would be taking you home with me when I leave here, instead of leaving alone and cold...”
She chewed on her lips for a long moment before nodding. “I’ll tell Dad first. Mum’s the one we’ll have to convince.”
“I have a way with the ladies in your family, so...”
She swatted him playfully. “You will not use those same tactics on my mother, Tormund.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her again. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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