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When Life Gives You Lemons

Sansa salivated at what was to come.

Alone in her quarters, Winterfell sleeping unawares of what was about to transpire…it was exhilarating. It was scary. It was salivating. It was the type of thing that neither her mother nor Arya would ever let down, let alone her brothers. The type of thing that Brann and Rickeon might…take ideas from.

Before her was the object of her affections. Her desire. The one that waited for her to open up. The one who she had snuck in with. The one that she desired to touch with her lips. Her mouth. Her essence. That delicious temptator, waiting patiently for her to make the first move.

It's just us…Sansa thought to herself, not daring to speak lest she alert a friend or family to what was about to unfold. Just you and me, my sweet…

Sweet…ever so sweet. Just sitting there…waiting…How would she savour this moment? How would she look back on it in a few years' time? What if she found a true knight, one that would live up to her expectations? If this got out…how would she explain her behaviour?

Sansa cast such thoughts aside. Sometimes, one had to live in the moment.

Soon, she could no longer contain her hunger. She brought her face to the object of her desire, bringing the one up to her. She held the one to her face before lips met. Before long, it accelerated. An ecstasy of sensation. A night of lemony goodness.

And then it was over. The object of her affections was gone. Exhausted, Sansa lay back on the bed. Slightly guilty, greatly exhilarated. Almost regretting it was over.

By the Seven…she reflected to herself. That was the best lemon cake I ever had.

But it was still worth it. Love and lust had been satisfied.

So had hunger.