The words die off in Sansa's throat because she's too shocked about Daemon's mouth against her bare skin to really make much of a protest. She hadn't allowed it, he'd taken it, but she isn't going to push him away. His mouth is too clever by half and she doesn't think she's coming out of these woods a virgin.
Startled as she is, she doesn't know what to do with her hands for a moment and settles with one threaded into his hair and the other politely perched on his shoulder as she lets him kiss her. If he's expecting someone who knows what to do, she doesn't, but she guesses she can try something even if it isn't quite right.
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The words die off in Sansa's throat because she's too shocked about Daemon's mouth against her bare skin to really make much of a protest. She hadn't allowed it, he'd taken it, but she isn't going to push him away. His mouth is too clever by half and she doesn't think she's coming out of these woods a virgin.
Startled as she is, she doesn't know what to do with her hands for a moment and settles with one threaded into his hair and the other politely perched on his shoulder as she lets him kiss her. If he's expecting someone who knows what to do, she doesn't, but she guesses she can try something even if it isn't quite right.