here’s part of the next chapter of my fic since i don’t know when i’m actually going to finish it
The voice that broke the silence, smooth and tinged with concern, crashed through the dull walls of her mind and sent her back to reality with a jolt. The gown, the queen, the sept, the man who kissed her until her lips burned, the sweet wine that washed it all away. She was still wearing the gown, she knew, for she was now sweating through the fine samite, although someone had removed her soft doeskin slippers at some point.
Sansa expelled her breath in a wordless puff. She knew her husband was close to her bedside, though her inability to move her head kept him annoyingly out of view.
“What—happened?” she rasped.
“Oh, there was quite a dither after you collapsed. Pycelle wanted to examine you further, but you had had quite a lot of wine and excitement for one day, so there was really no need. I had you carried up here—after apologizing profusely to His Grace for ruining his fun, of course.” His smiling face swam into view at last, his fingers reaching out to caress a lock of her hair that spilled over the pillow. “I did tell you not to drink so quickly, sweetling.”
B: You’re starting to think the person you’ve been looking for has been close to you all this time.
S: Perhaps he’s been standing right in front of me.
B: Oh, closer than that, Miss Stark. She’s much closer than you think. [grins as Sansa eyes widen] And now the pawn becomes a piece.
I want to see Sansa recognize her full potential through Petyr’s tutelage. This can be construed both in both kinky and non-kinky fashion.
I love that he’s teaching her how to lie and how to wring what she wants from people, how to twist the rules of the game in her favor while appearing to be a useless pawn on the board. At the same time I want her to take this and turn it around on him. NOT in the same sense as 99% of this fandom who jizzes over the idea of her “besting” him by pushing him out the moon door, which is so beyond fucking tired at this point, but, you know, in a kinky make-him-beg-for-it sense.
She already has this power over him, she just needs to learn how to take control of her own sexuality to utilize it.