"The words of my house are Winter is Coming," Sansa teases, sighing a little when he's finally in her. This has never felt good to her before and had only been something to be suffered through so the difference in experience is amazing.

"Shall I change them to Jensen is Coming instead? I could sew the banner for you. After you fuck me, though."

Sansa doesn't think she's ever actually said the word fuck, only heard it.