( Sansa hadn't expected to be given so much choice and so for a moment, she has no idea where to touch him. She skims her fingertips along the scars dotting his chest and abdomen, admiring the strength in the muscles. He'd not be a bad looking man if he hadn't been burned, she thinks, and the more she knows him the less she cares about the burned side.
Sansa's fingertips reach his hips and then she looks down, taking in the length of him. He's bigger than she expected but she's not sure what she expected, never having seen this part of a man before. She draws her fingertips against him, curious, and looks up into his face. )
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Sansa's fingertips reach his hips and then she looks down, taking in the length of him. He's bigger than she expected but she's not sure what she expected, never having seen this part of a man before. She draws her fingertips against him, curious, and looks up into his face. )
Am I allowed to touch here?