Sansa squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a soft "oh," before shifting her thighs apart a little more. She's slick and that's never happened before, either, and she doesn't think a thrice-damned apple can cause all of that. If it did, so be it, but she likes to think it isn't just a piece of fruit.

She wants to say that she had no idea that this could happen or that she didn't know this could happen but all she can manage to say is, "no one has ever," and shift her thigh a little more so he can touch easier.

"Is faster something you do?"