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The plane ride was twelve hours, with a three hour layover in Volantis. By the end of it, all Sansa wanted to do was get to the hotel and shower. Thankfully all Robb wanted to do was sleep so she could spend a full hour scrubbing away the plane germs and loosening her stiff muscles under the hot stream of water.
The Meereenese hotel was an airy sculpture of white and pink stone. Sansa loved walking around in it, she could see the beach from inside the hotel. It was so different from Winterfell where there were still snowstorms halfway through spring.
She spent the first few days doing nothing but laying on the beach. The rest of her family had gone sightseeing and done all the touristy things but Sansa was planning on enjoying this vacation not spending her days walking around sweating.
She met a girl from Braavos with silver hair, violet eyes and skin tanner than Sansa could ever hope for. She said her name was Dany and they spent the days talking about their lives.
Dany was in university for Political Science, she organised protests and was only here because her brother had dragged her. Her voice was melodic in the same way all those who spoke Valyrian as their first language were, all stressed A's and rolling R's.
"So what do you like to do?" she asked Sansa. Her voice was melodic in the same way all those who spoke Valyrian as their first language were, all stressed A's and rolling R's.
She was a little embarrassed, Dany was a little older, a little more worldly, engaged, knew what she wanted to do with her life. "I-- I like to design clothes."
The smile that lit up Dany's face was blinding in its brilliance. "That's wonderful and so good for the environment. You know fast fashion is terrible. Do you have any of your designs here? Can I see some?"
It was overwhelming, having this older, pretty girl ask all these questions with utter sincerity. Still, Sansa had never really shown her designs to anyone that didn't condescend to her. They went up to her room and sat on her bed, flipping together through her sketchbook. Dany made observation and compliments and it was nice. So, so nice.
The days past, she saw Dany more than her own family. They drank at the pool bar and went swimming in the ocean.
One night when Robb and Jon were out drinking, Dany and Sansa were up in her room again. She was giggly off the drinks she had, laying floaty on her bed.
"I wish you lived closer to me," Sansa said.
Dany was laying next to her, head resting on her shoulder. "It would be nice, you're great."
Sansa rolled to her side and stared down at her. Her eyes were lidded and her moonlight hair was spilled across the pillow. She looked like a goddess.
Sansa kisses her then. Her lips tasted like strawberries and vodka. Dany tangled a hand in her hair and kissed her back.
It was lazy and slow and sweet. They took their time. Sansa swiped her tongue across Dany's lips, explored her mouth when she was granted access.
Her hands moved down Dany's body holding her waist. It was delicate, Sansa slipped her thumb under her shirt.
Dany broke away from their kids, moving to mouth at Sansa's neck. Hot liquid pooled in her core as she traced her tongue down along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. It felt like she was melting with each swipe of Dany's tongue.
She keened and gripped her waist tighter, bringing her closer. Then they were kissing again, panting into each other's mouths, hands fumbling with the buttons on the others shorts.
Sansa slid her fingers along the wet gusset of Dany's panties. "Oh, yes."
Then there were fingers in her shorts, slipping her underwear aside, rubbing through her lips. Sansa couldn't help the moan that escaped her.
Dany smiled and kissed her again. Fingers rubbing at her clit, Sansa's legs turned weak. She moved Dany's panties aside and swiped her thumb across her clit. The fingers against her stuttered for a second.
A thrill of power shot through Sansa. Even as Dany began to expertly work her, drive her closer and closer, send heat roiling through her limbs and turn her to jelly, Sansa stroked the other girl. She pumped her fingers in and out of her, relishing the way Dany clenched tightly around her fingers or the way she'd moan softly in her ear. It was intoxicating.
Soon, her hand was sopping and her underwear was too. She was delirious with pleasure, bucking her hips against Dany's hand, trying to bring herself to the edge. Sansa could barely focus on Dany, to consumed with her own release, she circled her clit and pumped her fingers and hoped it was enough.
Then her muscles were tightening and she was crying out Dany's name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. It was intense and left her shaking.
When the wave subsided, she turned to Dany and rubbed her clit furiously, watching as rapture took over her features. She shook beneath Sansa, dug her nails into her arm before crashing down back to the bed.
Both their breathing was laboured as they recovered. Then, Dany started to laugh.
Indignant, Sansa shoved her. "What's that for?!"
"Nothing. That was just fun. Wish we could do it again."
"I'll let you know if I'm ever in Braavos."
Dany laughed again, bright and melodic. "Please do."