AN: This idea has been pestering me for weeks and the fact that there is little-to-no Cersei/Sansa in all of fanfiction only seemed to make the idea grow. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it ;)

Chapter One.

"Lady Sansa of House Stark" The Queen Regent glanced up when she heard one of the Lannister soldiers stationed outside her chambers announce the arrival of the elder Stark girl, staying at King's Landing as King Joffrey's 'guest'. Motioning for the guard to grant her summoned visitant entry into her elaborately furnished rooms, Cersei closed the book she'd been reading and curtly placed it on her desk just as Sansa appeared in the doorway to the Queen Regent's bed chambers. The elder woman smirked to herself before gesturing for the soldier to leave her alone with Sansa.

"You look troubled" Cersei stated in a bored tone, conveying without words that she didn't actually care about the girl's response. She tilted her to the side curiously, waiting to see if the bereaved girl would answer the woman who had played a significant part in her father's death. She wouldn't complain if Sansa didn't, she hadn't called the girl into her bedchamber at this time of night to make small talk over a cup tea anyway.

"The hour is late, Your Grace" Sansa replied in an automatic, emotionless tone that had Cersei cringing inwardly.

The girl had once been so lively and passionate and yet in a few weeks, she'd been reduced to an empty shell of her former self. Cersei felt a sharp twinge of guilt begin to burn in the pit of her stomach as a result of her observations. Leaning back in her high-backed chair behind her desk, she slowly allowed her incisive eyes to unabashedly rove over Sansa's young body, clad in an unflattering white nightgown that flowed down to the Stark girl's limitlessly long legs to her ankles and a dark robe made of a light material that hung open to reveal the redhead's high full breasts and flat stomach. Cersei smirked appreciatively in the dim candle light. The ornate candelabra, encrusted with gleaming rubies, were located at strategic places around the vast expanse of her chambers but their subdued light was eclipsed by the bright fire crackling in the hearth directly opposite The Queen Regent's four-poster bed, made up with the finest silken Lannister red bedsheets.

"That it is" Cersei agreed in a gentle purr.

She certainly hoped the girl hadn't planned on actually getting any rest this night, or any night that she called the redhead into her chambers, for she had desired Sansa Stark since her eyes had first landed on the girl back at Winterfell. But she seemed doomed to be forever denied Sansa's affections after the Direwolf business. She hadn't truly wanted to have Sansa's beloved companion slaughtered but it would have seemed so out of character for her to allow the matter to settle without a debt being paid and face was everything in the Seven Kingdoms. She still harboured an intense amount of regret for the whole thing, the same went for Lord Eddard's execution, even though she had never liked the man, she had respected him and very few could boast that much.

"Wine?" Cersei asked as she gracefully rose up out of her ornately crafted chair. She already knew what Sansa's response would be. After all if the Queen Regent made an offer it was common practice to consider it a moment before making an honest decision, but if Cersei Lannister made the same offer whether they be Lord or peasant they complied instantly and they smiled brightly while they did.

"Yes, thank you, Your Grace" Sansa replied quickly.

Cersei allowed herself a moment to bask in the glorious knowledge that even inexperienced girls knew how to behave around her, before it occurred to her that Sansa's once melodious voice was now dreadfully mechanical and she despised it. It was Joffery's doing. She loved her first born son even if he could be horribly arrogant at times but this she couldn't forgive. Sansa was a thing of beauty to be cherished like a delicate flower. But apparently Joffrey was determined to expose this little flower to the harsh elements of life. Cersei sauntered towards a small serving table, a dark perfectly aged bottle of wine was set on it with two jewel encrusted goblets, they were obscenely heavy but appearances were everything in King's Landing.

"I hope you like red" Cersei commented as she took hold of the wine bottle's slender neck. She had removed stopper before she had sent for Sansa to join her, wisely giving the smooth liquid within to air appropriately before consumption, like any Lannister she knew how to enjoy fine wine. She poured the thick crimson liquid into the goblets with effortless grace.

"I've not much experience with wine, Your Grace" Sansa murmured softly as Cersei collected the goblets in either of her slender hands. She turned and regally stalked towards the younger woman, her incisive eyes trained and watching the redhead's facial expressions closely, like a hawk, to get a sense of Sansa's mood but the Stark girl remained a flawlessly beautiful statue with one constant expression as she extended one of the goblets out to her. Sansa was nervous, uncertain, but for once the younger woman wasn't in mortal fear for her life.

"Drink it slowly then" She advised gently.

She smiled in what she hoped was a comforting way though she suspected it seemed a little cold. She raised her own goblet and took a small sip of the heavenly tasting beverage, perhaps she should have just ordered Sansa to her bed the moment the redheaded walked in through the door. She was a Lannister, she was no good at coaxing what she wanted, she took it.

"Come and sit" Cersei winced inwardly.

It sounded like an order even to her ears and of course Sansa wouldn't dare disobey an order from one of her gracious 'hosts'. She took another sip of her wine as Sansa stiffly moved past her, toward the long padded bench set in front of the fireplace but not so close that one would become over heated when they were seated.

"What do you think?" Cersei murmured as she took a seat next to the object of her obsessions. She closed her eyes when Sansa instinctively shifted as far away from her as the bench would allow. This wasn't proceeding as planned. The Queen Regent almost growled at herself, she knew she shouldn't have attempted to be amiable but she couldn't bring herself to force Sansa into uncharted territory while maintaining her heartless façade.

"It is dry but sweet" Sansa mused. Cersei smiled discreetly at the slight change in Sansa's tone. It did not mean that the younger woman would instantly relax in her presence but it was better than sharing company with a distant sculpture.

"The Lannister grapes used in the brewing are often described as such..." Cersei murmured as she raised her goblet and sipped at the rich alcohol. Sansa shifted in her seat, she seemed as though she wanted to say something but was too fearful to do so. Cersei swallowed her wine, savouring the soft burn it caused as it slipped down her throat, like silk across naked flesh.

"Speak your thoughts Sansa" The Queen Regent encouraged. She enjoyed the way the redhead's name rolled off of her tongue and seemed to caress her ears. She wondered how it would sound resounding off of the stone walls of her chamber. She smirked slowly, it would be a night of firsts for her soon-to-be-lover.

"Why am I here, Your Grace?" Sansa whispered.

The Stark girl stared intently into her goblet, into the healthy flames simmering in the hearth in front of them, down at the variety of well tended furs scattered across the stone floor, looking anywhere and everywhere except at the Lannister Lioness.

"Why do you think you're here little SheWolf?" Cersei countered playfully.

She smiled in satisfaction when Sansa's head snapped up and their eyes met for the first time that night. Her smile ebbed slowly, for long minutes or hours, it was impossible to say, as she searched Sansa's brilliant wolf eyes, a perfect blend of pale blue and dove grey, those orbs were mesmerizing.

"I don't know " Sansa whispered uncertainly.

Cersei tried to stifle the shiver of awareness that caressed her spine in response, she could detect a soft note of distress in Sansa's voice and as much as she wanted to pull the younger woman into her arms and sooth her. It excited her to know how greatly she effected the redhead.

"I think you do Sansa..." Cersei drawled seductively "...But perhaps you would prefer me to show you what I want from you"

Cersei tilted her head slowly, the long fall of her long blonde hair fell over one slender shoulder, as Sansa's eyes began to burn with confused desire making them sparkle like precious gems.

"Do you consent?" Cersei whispered.

She hoped that Sansa understood the double meaning to her statement. As Queen Regent she didn't actually require Sansa's consent to take the younger woman but she would prefer it if the night's experiences were pleasurable for them both.

"Y-yes" Sansa licked her lips nervously.

Cersei's oval shaped jaw clenched involuntarily. How could someone be so tempting and yet so innocent?. She leaned forward in her seat, placing her goblet on the white fur covered floor, before straitening and holding her hand out for Sansa's drink. After placing the two goblets on the floor side-by-side she shifted closer to Sansa, feeling her warmth combine with her own, lazily extending her arm across the back of the padded bench, Cersei gently caressed the soft tresses of Sansa's long silken hair. It was such a beautiful shade of red but it was hardly Sansa's crowning feature. The younger woman's breathing was becoming heavier and heavier with each second that Cersei toyed with her hair, the only sound breaking their intimate silence before the hearth. Cersei slowly wrapped the soft mass of Sansa's hair around her hand, watching the Stark girl's pale eyes for any signs of unwillingness before she leaned forward, their faces were mere inches apart, their breath mingles, their eyes locked and Cersei could feel her heart thundering loudly in her ears.

"You are so beautiful" Cersei murmured as she closed the distance between them.

She brushed her lips across Sansa's tenderly, she sighed at the velvety feel of Sansa's lips beneath hers, she languidly kissed the younger girl urging the redhead to return her kiss. Cersei barely resisted the impulse to jerk Sansa's head back to assume dominance of their kiss when the younger woman finally began moving her lips beneath hers. The movement was so hesitant and almost timid that Cersei could feel something shifting inside of her demandingly.

"Open your mouth" Cersei whispered against Sansa's lips.

She licked the younger woman's succulent lower lip, pressing her to follow her instruction, Sansa gasped loudly in response. Cersei moaned gently and used the distraction to thrust her skilled tongue into the hot, wet chasm of Sansa's mouth, slowly learning each crevice of Sansa's sweet mouth and putting them to memory. Sansa was shifting uncertainly against her and whimpering uncontrollably. Cersei relished the combined taste of the wine the redhead had just consumed and something so distinctly Sansa.

"I want to feel your tongue against mine" Cersei demanded breathlessly.

She hadn't even been aware of her harsh breathing as every ounce of her concentration was on the woman writhing against her. She finally gave in to her impulses and used her hold in Sansa's hair to pull the girl's head back, not too gently either, forcing a heated gasp from the Stark girl. Abruptly Cersei became aware of Sansa's hands, the redhead was gripping her thighs so tightly that she feared the younger woman would mark herself. With her free hand Cersei took one of Sansa's hands in hers and slowly lead it up to her silk covered shoulder. She smirked at how hard Sansa dug her nails into her shoulders. She loved the thought of Sansa marking her. As Sansa's other hand came up to grip her other shoulder Cersei swiftly covered Sansa's mouth with her own once more, she slipped her tongue back inside the wet depths, stroking Sansa's tongue with her own until at last the younger girl tentatively tangled her tongue with her own. They both groaned loudly into each other's mouths.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this, wanted you?" Cersei whispered huskily as she used her free hand to caress Sansa's slender hip.

The younger woman shivered and leaned her head forward, demanding to be kissed, a demand that Cersei was all too happy to answer. For long minutes she kissed the younger woman all the while attempting to leash her pent up desire, but like a dam trying to hold back a violent current, it would inescapably break. Cersei tore her mouth away from Sansa, smiling at the disappointed sound that fell from the redhead's passion swollen lips. She felt Sansa thrust her hips upwards, towards her. She bit her lip and focused on trying to control the hot arousal burning insistently in the pit of her stomach, she was certain that Sansa was a virgin and the last thing she wanted was for the redhead's first experience to be rushed.

"Your Grace..." Sansa whined loudly, fighting through the haze of lust that had threatened to consume her. Cersei trailed her hand up from Sansa's hip, up to cup her oval shaped jaw. She smiled when the younger woman leaned into her touch. So willing.

"When we are alone, you will always refer to me by name" She commanded heatedly. Sansa nodded as best she could with The Queen Regent's strong hands holding her still.

"...Cersei...please" Sansa whispered. Cersei crooned to the younger girl before she reluctantly climbed to her feet. Sansa frowned in confusion before she offered the younger girl her hand.

"Shh little SheWolf, we have all night" Cersei whispered as Sansa gently took her outstretched hand.

She pulled the girl against her firmly. A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips as Sansa's breasts brushed against her own and their hips locked together. Cersei licked her lips briefly utterly consumed by the liquid heat pulsing through her veins, making her magnolia pale skin tingle with awareness of her intended lover. Her breasts were swollen and heavy, already she could feel the damp evidence of her arousal coating the swollen lips of her sex and the dull ache low in her stomach.

She took a deep calming breath, before she slowly urged Sansa to walk backwards towards her bed. Sansa fell helplessly onto the wealth of finely spun silken bedsheets as her knees connected with the edge of the Queen Regent's bed. Her lean muscles flexed as the Lannister Lioness effortlessly pounced on her willing prey. Cersei straddled Sansa's upper thighs and smirked down at the Stark girl. The redhead panted excitedly, her arms were spread out to the sides, a soft glint of purely virginal confusion glimmered in her pale wolf eyes. She remembered well that sensation and often inspired it in others, the seemingly overwhelming desire that continued to blaze brighter and brighter with each touch and lascivious promise from the more experienced partner in the intimate dance of flesh until the lust was all consuming, the lack of knowing how to gain a release so desperately needed and the frantic dependency on one's lover to lead them to the pinnacle of pleasure. So often a woman was left disappointed by her husband's fumbling attempts to give her satisfaction or selfish rutting. Sweet innocent Sansa would not have to endure such disappointment.

Slowly leaning down and with a feather-light caress, Cersei ran her fingers slowly along Sansa's toned arms until she could entwine their long fingers together tightly. She was nothing if not a thorough lover. Sansa was not the first virgin she had taken to her bed, the Northerner would likely not be her last, and she made a point of being particularly attentive to the maidens she expertly seduced and deflowered. Naturally, she was physically dominate and tirelessly demanding but she was not a self-seeking lover, she pleased them as they pleased her. She would take Sansa as many times as it required for her interest in the Stark girl to wane and then she would cast the redhead aside, as was her typical practice.

"Have you ever been with a woman before, Sansa?" Cersei asked gently as she flipped her long blonde hair to the side, the long tendrils fell over one shoulder like a wave spun gold. She didn't know why she was asking a question she already knew the answer to, maybe it was the possessive streak in her. When she claimed a mistress, they were hers until she grew tired of their flavour and she made the fact abundantly clear to them, every aspect of their life was her concern until it was not, when they became inconsequential, nothing more than a pleasant memory.

"No" Sansa admitted, breathless and blushing in the dim candlelight. Cersei squeezed Sansa's hands comfortingly, feeling something shift inside her chest as she stared down at the girl, she couldn't put a name to it and she wasn't entirely certain what to think of it. She smirked when she felt the redhead's lean hips cant up into the cradle of her body, dragging her attention back to the dull throbbing ache between her legs.

"Then you are mine, for now at least" Cersei declared with a soft sigh.

The war between the Lannisters and the Starks would soon travel down to the south, but for now, a Southern Lioness and a Northern SheWolf would be together. Sansa was the one to hesitantly lean up and seal their lips together once again. Cersei fiercely returned the other woman's kiss, knowing that at any moment she could be forced to relinquish her SheWolf.

AN: Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for reading ;)