With My Life
“Take off the sweater.”
Sansa wakes from the nodding, gentle rest she’s had in the cab, opens her eyes to look at Ser Jaime, his eyes shimmering emerald under the rim of his black leather cap. They’re beautiful. Serious. Sansa doesn’t hesitate, but undoes each button with fingers that only shake a little bit, shrugs it off her bare shoulders to her lap, re-buttons it, folds it and passes it to her Ser.
The driver doesn’t even notice her bare chest, simply snarls at the traffic, takes an exit.
Ser Jaime takes Sansa’s hands, pale and elegant in his. His firm grip makes Sansa’s heart beat faster though she keeps her breath calm. His eyes burn into hers, flickering in the headlights and streetlights in the dark.
“Do you trust me?”
The air feels like the air before a storm, heavy, suddenly deep with solemnity. Ser Jaime isn’t smiling or joking, just looking at her. Sansa doesn’t hesitate.
“Yes. Yes, with my life.”
The hint of a smile flickers around his lips. “Good.”
“Be brave, no matter what is asked of you.”
The cab screeches to a halt amid the warehouses, the sulfur yellow of the lights over empty sidewalks.
“Get out.”
Sansa opens her door, her heart pounding, trying to calm the jolt of fear, glad of the flat, heavy-treaded soles of her black boots since she won’t fall on the sidewalk.
Ser Jaime leans over, removes the phone and key from her pocket.
Sansa’s heart is suddenly in her mouth but she stands tall as she can, shivering from the cold, the damp breath of the fog chilling her nipples to hard red beads.
She’s gracious and beautiful, her head held high, though her veins feel like they pump pure adrenaline instead of blood, illuminating her body like lightning. She feels dizzy, wants to crumble but she won’t.
A brush of lips to her cheek, a whispered “Good boy.” then the slam of the car door and the cab speeds off.
Sansa is aghast, barely able to breathe. She hasn’t been alone in a strange place since she can remember, hasn’t been without the protection of one of her lions. Her whole body feels nude, chilled through the shorts, boots, stockings, the hardware on the chest harness suddenly ice on her snowy skin. She can’t even wrap herself in her veil of ruby hair since it’s bound back. Sansa desperately wants to cry but she will not, she is brave and armored with all of her courtesies even if tonight she’s a boy.
Black and white and red, leather, skin and hair like a princess in a fairy tale, Sansa stands tall and strong in the jaundiced halo of the sodium light.
I trust you. With my life.
The hand over her mouth steals her breath, leaves her lips tasting, touching leather, her eyes wide for a moment, before the darkness of what feels like a black bag over her head, dark. Sansa moves her hands behind her back, feels the click of forged steel cuffs--and so she's bound.
In the dark she feels fear--and twining up her spine, twisting through her nerves, the crackle of anticipation, bright as tiny stars. Oh yes.
“Forward.”
Muffled curses from her captors, and she’s stepped up into a van, Sansa can tell since she slides down the back seat. Despite being snatched off the street, she still crosses her ankles heavy in her new boots.
“Silence. Sit still,boi. Or we’ll make you wish you had.”
Two men, one on either side, the hot scent of sweat and leather, hint of metal and chrome, hints of spice, cardamom, musk, unspeakable deliciousness. Sansa shakes on the inside but remains still and brave even as she feels the van start beneath her, starts traveling to a place so strange she never could have imagined it.
Instead she focuses on being there, present, tip to toe, even though her skin is goose-bumped from the cold. She shivers, feels one body press closer to her.
“There, sweetling. Cuddle and warm up while you can.”
Sansa’s grateful for the warmth.
“Don’t mind if I do.” murmurs a deeper voice from the other side. “By your leave, boi.”
Sansa nods, afraid and desperately wanting to giggle at the same time at the thought of how ridiculous a nodding bag must look.
“Mmmh. This boi is a pretty thing. Ser Jaime has good taste, I’ll give him that. Wouldn’t mind getting them over my knee--something that sweet and pale needs a bit of color, hmm?”
Sansa flushes hot, as the van lurches, nearly tipping into the lap of one of her companions. There’s a silky laugh.
“Look, they’re already diving for my balls. Bet your Ser’s left you hungry--missing a taste of that golden cock, eh, boi?”
Sansa can’t help it but groans, suddenly aware of the wetness slicking the inside of her shorts, the roughness of the zipper on the soft petals intense, fiercely sparking her desire. Her mouth is dry, her heart beating madly, she’s afraid and still wet.
Brave. she thinks brave.
A good boy for her Ser. And so Sansa straightens her spine, sits up straight, her chest thrust out as her Ser's shown her, even as she accepts the warmth of her companions.
“Don’t worry boi. We’ll make sure you’re warm.” Another laugh. “Red-hot, even.”
Sansa feels the van lurch, up, downhill, twisting around the streets, taking what she’s sure are back roads till she feels shaken to the core, not sure even what’s up or down only that her Ser will be at the end of this. She hopes. She’s mostly sure. But.
She won’t show fear.
There’s a purr of the engine as it slows to a stop, parks.
Sansa hears the door open, steps out, her captors being careful to help her step out blind with her hands still bound behind her back, one hand on each elbow. Like a dance, she lets them lead, her new boots clanking on metal stairs, the air chilling her skin.
Do you trust me?
With my life
.
I do.
Sansa-the-boi thinks.
I do.
The knock is a thunderclap, ringing through metal. Then a voice.
“Who goes there?”
A warm, strong voice as Sansa strains to hear everything, electrifying her senses, shaking her to the core.
“A boi in darkness, lost and without brothers, seeking brave companions.”
“Has the boi been prepared and vouched for?”
“They have.”
“Is the boi ready to face an ordeal?”
“They are.”
“Then let them come in and prove themselves worthy.”
Three knocks booming through the metal of the door; Sansa hears it creak open. As her companions support her, Sansa steps across the threshold in her darkness, quivering with fear and excitement, but her steps are firm and strong.
And so, Sansa steps into this new world, blind as a newborn babe, ready to become.