Title: Cersei's She-Wolf.
Pairing: Cersei Lannister/Sansa Stark.
Disclaimer: I don't own Game of thrones or anything associated with the show or the books.
Summary: "The war between the Lannister's and the Stark's would soon travel down to King's Landing, but for now, a Southern Lioness and a Northern She-Wolf would be together".
AN: This idea has been pestering me for weeks and the fact that there is little-to-no Cersei/Sansa in all of fanfiction only seemed to make the idea grow. Anyways as far as I'm concerned this would be better off as a ONESHOT because otherwise I have a feeling that its gonna get overly angsty, now moving on, I hope everyone enjoys the read, oh and Jamie/Cersei never happened in this fic making Joffrey blonde for no apparent reason, just in case you're wondering at the end ;D
"Lady Sansa Stark" Cersei glanced up when she heard one of the guards stationed outside her chambers announced the arrival of the elder Stark girl, staying at King's Landing as King Joffrey's 'guest'. Cersei closed the book she'd been reading and curtly placed it on her desk just as Sansa appeared in the doorway to the Queen Regent's bed chambers, Cersei smirked to herself before gesturing for her personal guard to leave her alone with Sansa.
"You look troubled" Cersei stated in a bored tone, conveying without words that she didn't actually care about the girl's response, she tilted her to the side curiously, waiting to see if the bereaved girl would answer the woman who had played a part in her father's death, she wouldn't complain if Sansa didn't, she hadn't called the girl into her bedchamber at this time of night to make small talk over a cup tea anyway.
"It's late My Lady" Sansa replied in an automatic, emotionless tone, that had Cersei cringing inwardly, the girl had once been so lively and passionate and yet in a few weeks, she'd been reduced to an empty shell of her former self, Cersei felt a sharp twinge of guilt begin burning in the pit of her stomach as a result of her observations, Sansa was dressed in a light nightgown and a dark robe, hanging open to reveal her well endowed chest and flat stomach, Cersei smirked slowly, giving her predatory look in the dim candle light, the candles themselves were set around her solid oak desk however the greater source of light in the large chamber was the tame fire burning in its place a few metres away from the Queen regent's four-poster bed made up with Lannister red sheets.
"That it is-" Cersei agreed in a gentle purr, she certainly hoped the girl hadn't planned on actually getting any rest this night, or any night that she called the redhead into her chambers, for she had desired Sansa Stark since her eyes had first landed on the girl back at Winterfell, of course she seemed doomed to be forever denied Sansa's affections, after the direwolf business, she hadn't wanted to have Sansa's beloved companion slaughtered, but it would have seemed so out of character for her to let it slide without a debt being paid, she still harboured an intense amount of regret for the whole thing, the same went for Lord Eddard's execution, even though she had never truly liked the man, she had respected him "-Wine?" Cersei asked as she stood up, she already knew what Sansa's response would be, after all, if the Queen regent offered you something, you considered it for a moment before making a decision, but if Cersei Lannister offered you something, you took it instantly and you smiled brightly while you did.
"Yes, thank you My Lady" Sansa replied quickly, Cersei allowed herself a moment to bask in the knowledge that even inexperienced girls knew how to behave around her, before it occurred to her that Sansa's once melodious voice was now dreadfully mechanical and she despised it, it was Joffery's doing, Cersei was sure of it, she loved her son even if he could be horribly arrogant at times, he was still her sweet little boy, but this she couldn't forgive, Sansa was a thing of beauty to be cherished, like a delicate flower. But apparently Joffrey was determined to expose this little flower to the harsh elements of life, Cersei walked over towards a small serving table, a dark perfectly aged bottle of wine was set on it with two jewel encrusted goblets, they were obscenely heavy but appearances were everything in King's Landing.
"I hope you like red" Cersei commented as she picked the wine bottle up, she had already removed cork a few moments before Sansa had come into her chambers, she poured the thick, crimson liquid out into the goblets with effortless grace.
"...I've never tried it before" Sansa murmured softly as Cersei collected the goblets in either of her slender hands, she turned and stalked towards the younger woman watching her facial expressions closely, they didn't change, Sansa remained a flawlessly beautiful statue as she extended one of the goblets out to her.
"Don't gulp it then-" Cersei advised gently, she smiled in what she hoped was a comforting way though she suspected it seemed a little cold, she raised her own goblet and took a small sip of the heavenly tasting beverage, perhaps she should've just ordered Sansa to her bed the moment she walked in through the door, she was no good at coaxing what she wanted, she took it "-Come and sit-" Cersei winced inwardly, it sounded like an order even to her ears and of course Sansa wouldn't dare disobey an order from one of her gracious 'hosts', Cersei took another sip of her wine as Sansa moved past her, towards the long padded bench set in front of the fireplace, not so close that one would become over heated when they were seated "-What do you think?" Cersei murmured as she took a seat next to the object of her obsessions, she closed her eyes when Sansa shifted as far away from her as the bench would allow, this wasn't proceeding as planned, Cersei almost growled at herself, she knew she shouldn't have attempted to be nice, but she couldn't bring herself to force Sansa into uncharted territory while maintaining her heartless façade.
"Its dry but sweet" Sansa mused, Cersei smiled at the slight change in Sansa's tone, of course it didn't mean that the younger woman would instantly relax in her presence, but it was better than sharing company with a distant sculpture.
"The Lannister grapes used in the brewing are often described as such-" Cersei murmured as she raised her goblet and sipped at the rich alcohol, Sansa shifted in her seat, she seemed as though she wanted to say something but was too fearful to do so, Cersei swallowed her wine, savouring the soft burn it caused as it slipped down her throat, like silk across naked flesh "-Speak your thoughts Sansa" Cersei encouraged, she enjoyed the way the redhead's name rolled off of her tongue and seemed to caress her ears, she wondered how it would sound resounding off of the stone walls of her chamber, she smirked slowly, it would be a night of firsts for her soon-to-be-lover.
"Why am I here My Lady?" Sansa whispered, she was staring into her goblet, the fire, the fur covered floor, she was looking anywhere except at Cersei.
"Why do you think you're here little she-wolf?" Cersei countered playfully, she smiled in satisfaction when Sansa's head snapped up and their eyes met for the first time that night, the smile swiftly vanished, for long minutes or hours, it was impossible to say, Cersei searched Sansa's brilliant blue eyes, almost like her own, yet lighter like wolf eyes, it was a mesmerizing sight.
"I don't know My Lady" Sansa whispered uncertainly, Cersei tried to stifle the shiver of awareness that caressed her spine in response, she could detect a soft note of distress in Sansa's voice and as much as she wanted to pull the younger woman into her arms and sooth her, it excited her to know how greatly she effected the redhead.
"I think you do Sansa-" Cersei drawled seductively "-But perhaps you would prefer me to show you what I want from you-" Cersei tilted her head slowly, Sansa's eyes were burning with confused desire making them sparkle like precious gems, "-Do you consent?" Cersei whispered, she hoped that Sansa understood the double meaning to her statement, as Queen Regent she didn't actually require Sansa's consent to take the younger woman, but she would prefer it if the night's experiences were pleasurable for them both.
"...Y-yes" Sansa licked her lips nervously, Cersei's jaw clenched involuntarily, how could someone be so tempting and yet so innocent?, she leaned forward in her seat, placing her goblet on the white, fur covered floor, before straitening and holding her hand out for Sansa's drink, after placing the two goblets on the floor side-by-side, she shifted closer to Sansa, feeling her warmth combine with her own, lazily extending her arm across the back of the padded bench, Cersei gently caressed the soft tresses of Sansa's long silken hair, it was such a beautiful shade of red but it was hardly Sansa's crowning feature. Sansa's breathing was becoming heavier and heavier with each second that Cersei toyed with her hair, it was the only sound breaking their intimate silence. Cersei slowly wrapped the soft mass of Sansa's hair around her hand, watching the younger woman's eyes for any signs of unwillingness, she leaned forward, their faces were mere inches apart, their breath mingles, their eyes locked and Cersei could feel her heart thundering loudly in her ears.
"You are so beautiful" Cersei murmured as she closed the distance between them, she brushed her lips across Sansa's tenderly, she sighed at the velvety feel of Sansa's lips beneath hers, she languidly kissed the younger girl urging the redhead to kiss her back, Cersei barely resisted the impulse to jerk Sansa's head back so she could assume dominance of their kiss when the younger woman finally began moving her lips beneath hers, the movement was so hesitant and almost timid that Cersei could feel something shifting inside of her demandingly.
"Open your mouth" Cersei whispered against Sansa's lips, she licked the younger woman's succulent lower lip, pressing her to follow her instruction, Sansa gasped loudly in response, Cersei moaned gently and used the distraction to thrust her skilled tongue into the hot, wet chasm of Sansa's mouth, she slowly learned each crevice of Sansa's sweet mouth, Sansa was shifting uncertainly against her and whimpering uncontrollably, Cersei relished the combined taste of the wine the redhead had just consumed and something so distinctly Sansa.
"I want to feel your tongue against mine" Cersei demanded breathlessly, she hadn't even been aware of her harsh breathing, every ounce of her concentration was on the woman writhing against her. Cersei finally gave in to her impulses and used her hold in Sansa's hair to pull the girl's head back, not too gently either, Sansa gasped heatedly in response, abruptly Cersei became aware of Sansa's hands, she was gripping her thighs so tightly that Cersei feared the girl would mark herself, with her free hand Cersei took one of Sansa's hands in hers and slowly lead it up to her silk covered shoulder, she smirked at how hard Sansa dug her nails into her shoulders, she loved the thought of Sansa marking her. As Sansa's other hand came up to grip her other shoulder Cersei swiftly covered Sansa's mouth with her own once more, she slipped her tongue back inside, she stroked Sansa's tongue with her own, until at last, the younger girl tentatively tangled her tongue with Cersei's, they both groaned loudly in response.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this, wanted you?" Cersei whispered huskily as she used her free hand to caress Sansa's slender hip, the younger woman shivered and leaned her head forward, demanding to be kissed, a demand that Cersei was all too happy to answer, for long minutes Cersei kissed the younger woman all the while attempting to leash her pent up desire, but like a dam trying to hold back a violent current, it would break soon. Cersei tore her mouth away from Sansa, smiling at the disappointed sound that fell from the redhead's passion swollen lips, she felt Sansa thrust her hips upwards, towards her. She bit her lip and focused on trying to control the hot arousal burning insistently in the pit of her stomach, she was certain that Sansa was a virgin and the last thing she wanted was for this to be rushed.
"My Lady..." Sansa whined loudly, fighting through the haze of lust that had threatened to consume her, Cersei trailed her hand up from Sansa's hip, up to cup her oval shaped jaw, she smiled when the younger woman leaned into her touch.
"When we are alone, you will always call me Cersei" She whispered heatedly, Sansa nodded as best she could with Cersei's strong hands holding her still.
"...Cersei...please" Sansa whispered, Cersei crooned to the younger girl, before she reluctantly climbed to her feet, Sansa frowned in confusion before she offered the younger girl her hand.
"Shh little she-wolf, we have all night" Cersei whispered as Sansa took her out stretched hand, she pulled the girl against her, a hiss of pleasure escaped her lips as Sansa's breasts brushed against her own and their hips locked together, Cersei licked her lips briefly, she utterly consumed by liquid heat pulsing through her veins, making her skin tingle with awareness, her breasts felt swollen and heavy and already she could feel the damp evidence of her arousal coating the swollen lips of her sex. Cersei took a deep calming breath, before she slowly urged Sansa to walk backwards towards her bed, Sansa fell helplessly onto the silk sheets as her knees connected with the edge of the Queen regent's bed. Cersei all but pounced on her soon to be lover, like a lioness leaping on her prey, she was quick to straddle Sansa's upper thighs, she smirked down at the girl, Sansa was panting in excitement and her arms were spread out to the sides, leaning down, Cersei ran her fingers down Sansa's toned arms until she could clasp entwine their fingers together tightly.
"Have you ever been with a woman before Sansa?" Cersei asked gently, as she flipped her long blonde hair to the side, the long tendrils fell over one shoulder like a wave of silken corn. She didn't know why she was asking a question she already knew the answer to, maybe it was the possessive streak in her.
"No" Sansa admitted, Cersei squeezed Sansa's hands comfortingly, something shifted inside the blonde as she stared down at the girl, she couldn't name it but it was distantly familiar.
"Then you are mine, for now at least" Cersei declared with a soft sigh, the war between the Lannister's and the Stark's would soon travel down to the south, but for now, a Southern Lioness and a Northern She-Wolf would be together. Sansa was the one to lean up to seal their lips together, Cersei kissed the younger woman back for all she was worth, knowing that at any moment she could be forced to relinquish her She-Wolf.
AN: Feedback is always appreciated, thanks for reading ;)