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He's glad he didn't get ink on his back, at least not yet, what with Sansa loving to use her nails, but the sharp pain of her nails and her climax triggered his and his hips slammed into her one last time as he came deep inside her.

"Finally," Sansa exhales, burying her face against his neck. "Christ, that was good. It's been...well, since I've been with you last."

She doesn't normally go so long, truly, and she hadn't meant to admit she's been celibate since she fucked him last but it's out now. He can do with that what he will.

Jake, for his part, was still trying to gather the scattered bits of his brain when her words filtered in. She hadn't had any since? Well. That was one: ego stroking and two: surprising as hell. Six weeks? Fuck.

He sighed, shifting so he wasn't squashing Sansa, then froze. Shit. She was wired. Holy fucking hell. He didn't say anything, fingers fishing in her cleavage and pulled out the bug.

"Six weeks. And you were wired, sweetheart. Clay's definitely not going to hear this." He fiddled with it for a moment, finding the off switch. He shifted, dropping it in the nightstand drawer for later. Oh yeah he was going to keep the files. Might not get another chance with her.

"It's been a while since I've had a good lay. Wasn't particularly shopping around for another partner," Sansa says. She shrugs one shoulder, elegant as can be, but makes no move to extricate herself from him.

"And you?"

Eyebrow. Wow, so he was just a lay? Jake wasn't sure if he should be offended or pleased. Christ, this woman had him in knots.

"Busy. And I'm picky about who I sleep with." He rolled out of bed, sitting up on the edge, his back facing Sansa.

He looked down at himself and froze. "Babe. You're bleeding."

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Sansa looks down and touches herself, coming away with a little blood staining her fingertips. "It happens sometimes," she says, shifting to get up.

"It's been a few weeks, it's not that uncommon."

Jake stood up suddenly, moving to the bathroom, running his hands through his blonde spikes.

"Stay put, Sansa." He came back, his face a stormcloud and carrying a wet washcloth. He knelt on the bed, his hands gentle but firm as they started to clean her up.

"You made me hurt you. I don't like hurting anyone I'm intimate with."

"I didn't make you hurt me," Sansa says, angry at the implication. "The sex felt good to me and I thought it felt good to you. I wasn't aware you didn't like it."

Being judged for how she likes things makes her feel vulnerable and tender in a way she doesn't particularly care for.

Jake huffed. "I don't get off on pain. I would have stopped and done something else to get you off."

He leaned over Sansa, catching her eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, the sex is great, but we're going to have to compromise because I don't think I can keep my hands to myself around you any more and I don't like seeing blood on my dick. Well. I don't mind sex while you're on your period, but that's normal bleeding."

"Stop shaming me," Sansa says, drawing herself up tight. She's normally a very confident woman, secure in herself and her likes and dislikes and it's strange to her that she cares about the opinion of this man so much.

"I had a good time until you started...you didn't hurt me. Have you not noticed that your cock is huge?"

"Yes, I know. That's why I try to be careful with my lovers. Because I don't like them hurting after having fun." Jake sighed, draping himself over her.

"I'm not handling this well, am I? Look. I like you a lot, and sex with you is amazing, but we gotta try different ways of getting you off without hurting you, okay?"

"Blood isn't necessarily indicative of pain, you dolt," Sansa says, sighing heavily. She feels like an idiot and she doesn't know how to get across to him that he hasn't hurt her and she'd had a good time until he started telling her how to feel.

"I'm not lying to you. I'm not hurting."

He nestled his face in her neck and sighed. "It scared me. You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Sansa says, voice softer and a little more tender than before. She doesn't want to antagonize him, not when it seems he truly has been concerned for her.

"It just happens sometimes when I'm with someone...big. I'm small inside, I suppose. But it doesn't hurt, all right?"

"As long as you tell me if it does, okay? I don't like hurting people I care for."

Jake nuzzled her, lips drifting over soft skin.

Sansa gently runs her hand through his hair. "You didn't hurt me. You're too sweet to do a thing like that anyway. You don't have a cruel bone in that body of yours."

"I'm not feeling very sweet right now." Jake sighed as his hands started undoing her dress.

"Crushed the fuck out of your dress. Sorry."

"Just a dress," Sansa says, motioning for him to come close again so she can kiss him. She needs, desperately, to smooth over the rough edges from before.

"Everything's going to be all right."

"Is it?" He asked, returning the kiss. God, he was twisted up about her, but like a moth to the flame, he kept returning to her.

Jake tossed the dress in the corner, rolling to his back as he pulled Sansa with him. His dick was twitching again, but if she wanted it, she needed to work for it.

"I'm not going to hold it against you," Sansa murmurs, rocking her hips down against him as she kisses him. "As long as you don't hold my body against me, hmm?"

"Or my mouth against me. It goes faster than my brain, sometimes. Okay a lot of the time. Fuck me, please?" Jake asked as his hips pushed up, his dick seeking her.

"So polite," Sansa murmurs, rocking against him so she can take the full length of him. God, she's so torn up over this man and she's never been torn up over anyone. The idea of him not wanting her or thinking what she wants is bad has her in a tangle.

"I need you."

"Insatiable," Jake says, groaning over the feel of her, slick and hot. "I need you, too," he confesses, his hands holding her hips as she rocks against him.

He pulls her down, bringing her breasts closer to his mouth, as he nips at one nipple, then the other.

"Like that?"

"I always need you," Sansa admits, whimpering softly. She needs him and she rolls up against him, trying to put her breasts closer to his mouth so she can get what she needs.

"Please, Jake? Please?"

"Always?" Jake murmurs before he sucked on one nipple, then the other, as his hands ground her against him.

"Going to be good and come for me?"

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