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Soulmates

soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

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"I'll call in tomorrow and take another day off. Then, we'll spend the day looking at certain stores. We'll stop off in some women's stores, and get things that are best bought in person than ordered online."

He had to wonder at what she'd feel about Victoria's Secret and all those fun little places.

"I do not wish to take you from your work," Sansa says, frowning a bit. "I should be making your life easier, not more difficult."

Sansa slips into the bed and looks at Rowan for direction. "Which side do you prefer to sleep on? I did not ask before I chose one. Sleeping with someone else is full of little details, as you know."

"It won't be unexpected if I hied off a single male and come back with a mate. They'll likely be trying to push me to take more time off. I don't take much since I don't often need to, but a mating bond is something that's understood here." Mostly because new mated pairs couldn't keep their bloody hands off each other to be good to anyone for anything. They weren't there- yet, but he didn't want to share their private business with anyone.

She slid into bed and he gave her a curious look, then at the bed as a whole. A laugh, and he shook his head. "I've no preference. You choose whichever side best suits you, and I'll take the other."

"I normally sort of sleep in the middle," Sansa confesses. "But you'll want some room even if we do sleep close."

Ultimately, she chooses the side that is closer to the window and not the door and slides over to invite Rowan into bed. Even though he is dressed for bed, it feels intimate, and she knows that it will feel even more intimate when they come to bed wearing nothing at all. She reaches for him.

"Well, if I am not a burden then we will spend the time together. I just do not want to be an interruption."

"It's a large bed, and to be completely honest, I don't think I'd desire space from you at all." Nope. If she let him, he'd have her wrapped up in his arms entirely. He's been behaving, and that's meant sleeping with some form of sheet and blanket between them, and sleeping lightly so he wakes up if he makes an unconscious move towards her. He took his vow very seriously. Not until she came to him.

"You are my mate. You will never be a burden. Mates have the privilege of interrupting their other partners. It's their right."

"Come to me, then," Sansa says, opening her arms for him. "I may not be doing other things but we should sleep next to one another. I long for your company."

It isn't just a thing to say. Ever since she's met him there has been a golden thread tying them together and Sansa feels it tug insistently at her, demanding she be close to him and touch his skin. She guesses that's the bond between them that longs to be consummated and is only held back by her own hesitation.

"Please?"

He moved before he'd really gotten a chance to gather his thoughts. That thread was something he was very aware of, having something like that binding him to Rue, and generally being familiar with magic itself.

He climbed onto the bed, moving to fit between her and the edge of the side closest to the rest of the room. He was learning that she liked her windows and the view, so it pleased him that the home he'd chosen suited her so well. He lay himself down on top of the covers, facing her, less than a foot away, but giving her a little space still. "Your wish is my command."

Sansa frowns at him for a moment, slightly confused. "You should probably actually get in the bed, Rowan. I won't be able to hold you if you're on top of the blankets and I am beneath them."

Sansa thinks he must be trying to be mindful of her delicate condition but he has no reason to be. She's a woman who has been married before and she knows what men want. Feeling a man hard against her in the middle of the night is nothing new.

His smile was small and hidden, but he propped his head up on his hand, elbow on the pillow as he looked at her. "Darling, I'm doing my very level best to keep my hands to myself. I think you mean to torture me."

He reached over and flicked a strand of hair away from her face, then let the back of his knuckles graze against her skin. "So lovely..."

"You're my husband," Sansa says in protest. "You have every right to put your hands on me so how am I torturing you?"

She bites her lip and tugs the blankets down between them a little more in invitation. "Please? If you don't want to or if it is too much, you can leave but I want you to get in properly."

"No," he said, tapping her nose, "I'm your mate, not your husband. Yet. Though, if you'd like a human wedding, we can very much have one. And I have no right to you. My wants are entirely that, mine. You are your own person. Your body is yours. It might take awhile for you to fully appreciate that, but I hope you will. Even if we were married here, I would still have no rights over your body. That's how things work here." He distracted her with the other concept so as not to talk about the sweet torture of being so close.

She tugged down the covers and asked again, and he could no more deny her than he could will his heart to stop beating. He gave her a level look, then moved to slip in under the covers, doing as she bid and laying his head down on the pillow again. "It's not lack of want, dove."

Her body is hers. Sansa has trouble with this concept because it isn't known in Westeros. Certainly there are some husbands and wives that respect such a thing but Sansa has only been with one husband who respected it and she thinks that might have been a bit because she rejected him and she was so young and not for any high moral ground. She cannot put words in Tyrion's mouth.

This is different. She wants to be close to Rowan and he speaks of it not being a lack of want that keeps him away from her and she curls up close to him, sneaking her arm around his waist.

"I don't mind it when you touch me. Kissing was wonderful."

She moves to come closer, and he finds his hand moving around her all on his own. She's close and warm and her scent is mingling in with his bathing products to make her smell like him, and Fates, that soothes a part of him he hadn't realized was ruffled. He smiled at her and rubbed small circles over her back. "Kissing was good. If you could enjoy that, I rather think you'll enjoy the rest. In due time."

"Do you not want to if you think I will like it?"

Sansa thinks this is a valid question considering everything that has happened to her. He's healed all of Ramsay's hurts and made her body over anew so she does not think it will hurt when he takes her as his wife (mate? wife is still the more natural word to her) but he still hesitates.

"I am not afraid of you, Rowan."

"I want to because I think you will like it. I'm annoyingly certain of it. And while I may be patient, I'm finding myself under a new sort of pressure to do something that I'm not used to. This is a rare first for me. I want very much to show you what pleasure is and that you're capable of having it. But... I am incredibly adamant about you not being beholden to my urges and moving at your pace. You tripped into a world you were unaware of, you have been taken away to another one, and your entire world is turned upside down. It's a lot."

Still, he smiled at her affirmation of not being afraid of him. That pleased him inordinately.

"Perhaps I do not have the right words to express what I mean," Sansa says, trying to decide how she wants to phrase things. She's never had someone she's had desire for before and that is new as is the object of her desire being deferent to her own autonomy. It is something she has never experienced before.

"If you think that I will like it, you should show me," Sansa says practically. "I have no proper experience to know how to think or feel. All I know is pain. I do not know what it is supposed to be like or what I like, I only know what I hate. You have to help me with this, Rowan."

He felt that conflict, the war of it apparent in his eyes as he continued stroking slow circles against her back. "I don't want to overwhelm you," he said, but there was a hesitancy there, his entire being focused on pleasing her. He knew he could. He wanted to. But she'd known nothing but pain.

He wasn't entirely versed with being with partners who'd been so illtreated. This was one instance he didn't want to mess up. "What would you like me to show you?"

"I do not know," Sansa admits. "Which I know is entirely unhelpful. Perhaps I should tell you what I do not like?"

Sansa takes a breath and tries to find her words, tries to be as removed and clinical as possible when she talks about her past experiences. She has enough knowledge to know that what she had been put through was wrong and twisted but what the right things were - that is the bigger question. No one had ever thought to explain it to her in a way other than it being painful.

"Before, fingers and his cock were forced inside me when I was afraid. I think being afraid made it worse. Sometimes things would bleed or tear because there was nothing to ease the way. I do not know if that is how it is meant to be but I know in my heart that it is not."

Sansa colors a little. "Someone at the Wall told me that The Bear and the Maiden Fair was about a man licking a woman down...below. I never knew that as many times as I had heard the song. So that is what I know about things between men and women."

Boo, meme. Cont here.

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