Beauty
“Uh, hm uh…” Sansa stammered.
When Sansa finally got her wits about her back she saw her friends all looking at her with concern.
“Did you just- oy! Watch it! -have a stroke?” Margaery asked, concerned but still trying to avoid getting splashed.
“What?” Sansa asked, and Jeyne looked worried but Arya looked absolutely giddy at Sansa embarrassing herself.
“Oh that is what it is!” Her sister said, following Sansa’s line of sight.
They all looked where Arya was looking to see a girl about their age standing over a gaggle of smaller children who could not be much older than Rickon. Seeing the resemblance to her and age the girl seemed to be babysitting her younger siblings. She also was just wearing a bikini top and swim trunks making Sansa’s eyes go fuzzy as the last time they met it was sort of dark and Sansa could not see as well.
And cramped. Dark and cramped.
“Is it the abs?” Jeyne asked, following Sansa’s line of sight. Sansa did not even realize Elia had abs but Sansa’s mouth went dry when she saw them. “Yeah, def the abs. I can def see the appeal.”
“You’ve seen me naked and never had this type of reaction!” Margaery pouted.
“Well, are you going to go over there or not?” Arya said.
“I- I don’t know…” Sansa said, nervously. She never actually flirted before, just got flirted with.
“What?” All three said in disbelief.
“I dunno…” Sansa said, mumbling.
“Sansa!” Jeyne said, grabbing Sansa by the shoulders and slightly shaking them. “You are the funniest, kindest, most beautiful person I know! That girl would be lucky to be with you!”
“Yeah,” Margaery said, “You just gotta take the leap!”
“I don’t know if I’m brave enough.” Sansa said, scratching the back of her head.
“Doesn’t matter.” Arya said, snatching up Sansa’s phone and tossing it like a frisbee towards the group. “You want your phone back, you’ll need to go get it!”
“Arya!” Sansa screeched, but Arya had stopped listening and did a cannonball into the water, soaking Margaery who vowed to get her back and dove in.
Sansa gave out a little whine but Jeyne showed no sympathy. “Go get her wolf-girl.”
The girl seemed to have picked up on what was going on and was holding her phone, before tucking it into her bikini top.
“Scram losers.” Elia said, and Dori, Lori and Trys all scrambled into the water.
“H- Hi.” Sansa said, nervously.
“Hi-a beautiful.” Elia said, in a chipper tone but the look on her face did not exactly match it.
Something that Sansa did not really pick up on considering that she had to stop herself from swooning at the nickname coming from the other girl’s lips. Her gorgeous, and talented, lips.
“That’s… my phone.” Sansa finally said.
“Really?” Elia said, in faux surprise. “Well I might as well keep it. Since you seem to not use it.”
Sansa whined again, before cutting herself off. She was practically an adult. She did not whine.
“I owe you an apology, yes, but let us be honest…” Sansa said, feeling brave enough to stand up for herself. “Communication goes both ways!”
“You’ve got me there beautiful!” Elia said, making Sansa swoon again, and not pointing out that she never did end up getting Sansa’s number. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you your phone back on two conditions.”
“Ok…” Sansa said, not sure where this was going.
“First,” Elia started, “You take me to dinner.”
Sansa grinned. Two could play at this game. “I will take you to dinner if you wear a dress. A pretty dress.”
A conflicted look passed Elia’s face before she said, “You got it Beautiful, but I get to pick the place.”
“Done!” Sansa said, a little too quickly. Gods she hopes she did not sound desperate. “And the second?”
“You can have your phone back…” Elia said, going on tiptoes to get to Sansa’s ear. “If you come take it from me.” Sansa’s mouth went dry again as Elia leaned backwards on her lounge chair. Sansa was a bit tall so now she could see past her and into the pool to make sure her cousins were doing fine. “Well? C’mon then Wolf-girl! I am waiting!”
Sansa looked around to see all her friends and sister looking at her expectantly. She took the leap. “I preferred Beautiful…” Sansa said, leaning down.