Sansa kisses Arya

Sansa kept trying to look down as she approached her sister, step after step. Every time her eyes wandered up, she thought that Arya was staring straight at her. After years embroiled in courtly intrigue, she had learned that everyone had a tell, some small sign of what they truly wanted. But was her sister’s face was unreadable.

Arya arched an eyebrow as the head of the dildo pressed against her thigh, slid across it. Sansa took a deep breath, holding her shaft in one hand and then reach towards Arya’s thigh with the other. She let herself feel the smooth skin against her palm for a moment, then she took hold of Arya’s leg for purchase as she lined the dildo up against her sister’s quim.

It was just another hole, like any other woman would have. There was nothing special about this, nothing immoral.

Then Sansa met her sister’s eyes and almost wept. What in the Seven Hells was she doing?

Instead of concern, Arya just smirked. Her sister was completely helpless; her arms and legs were still stretched up and tied to the legs of the table. But the slender brunette had never looked more in control.“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Sansa took another deep breath. “It’s not what I want. It’s what Cersei demands.”

“Alright then,” Arya said, looking boldly at her. A challenge. It felt to Sansa as if her sister’s little pink nipples were pointing straight at her. “Get on with it.”

Sansa surprised even herself. Leaning forward, she pressed a forceful kiss against her sister’s lips.