they should not be doing this. they SHOULD NOT be doing THIS. sure, no one was home… for now. but in the stark household it rarely took long for that to change. even for sansa it was near impossible for her to keep track of all the starks comings and goings. her mother would surely be returning soon with bran, arya and rickon in tow.. cautiously arms wrap around theon’s neck, pulling away from their kiss, ❝ theon, ❞ she says little more, she need not. he should have been able to comprehend her tone, and the meaning behind the separation of their lips.. no matter how WARM and inviting theon’s seemed to be. hands un-link, running from his neck down his chest, passing over his smooth stomach. an audible exhale of breath HEAVES from her own chest. how many times had they done THIS without being caught? yet.. how many times had it been a close call from robb finding his best friend in bed with his little sister? biting her bottom lip as knots tie themselves around her stomach, she steps away, head turning towards her discarded sweater upon the ground. a creak from an insistent floorboard lets her know hes moving towards her, wrapping his arms round her waist. strong yet wiry arms. lips press delicately at her neck aiming just below her ear. the knots tighten, pressing an involuntary moan from her own supple lips. ❝ theon, ❞ she utters, though this time it is less of a warning, more a call to urge him on. eyelids flutter closed and she presses back against him - ECSTASY evident upon her flustered features. sansa finds herself forgetting about the house, allowing herself to be all CONSUMED by the way HE kisses her neck.