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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Jaime_Lannister/Sansa_Stark, Jon_Snow/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Sansa_Stark, Jaime_Lannister, Jon_Snow, Cersei_Lannister, Robert
      Baratheon, Robb_Stark, Ned_Stark, Catelyn_Tully_Stark, Daenerys_Targaryen
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, underage_at_first, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Smut, Angst,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Voyeurism, First_Time, Both_Pairings
      (especially_after_my_struggle_with_S7), Jon_Keeps_Being_Stupid, And_Jaime
      Tries_to_be_Better_for_Her, Jealousy, No_Cheating_or_Threesomes_in_this
      fic
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      Published: 2017-09-04 Updated: 2018-03-08 Chapters: 7/? Words: 21093
****** As We Go Down, Slowly ******
by Jeanettesc
Summary
     With a secret crush Sansa Stark can do nothing about, another
     forbidden path reveals itself. When it becomes known where her heart
     lies, Jaime is there, for what they both assume is purely physical.
     When she finally gets what she wants, Jon makes a decision that kills
     her faith in loyalty and love.
     Sansa is continuously torn and tested. Her feelings for Jon will
     never die, but Jaime realizes how better of a man he becomes with her
     in his life, so there IS a triangle. If that's not your game, then
     this fic isn't for you. After S7, I just want Sansa to be happy, and
     in this, she's merely trying to find it.
     I've re-edited every chapter since I orphaned this in November. S7
     (and my anger with Jon) peaked my interest in it again, especially
     after Jaime's final scene, but there ARE (and will continue to be)
     Jonsa moments in this.
     Complete reboot! So you might want to read from the beginning, if you
     read this before.
Notes
     First time writing this pair. Don't worry..storyline with Jon
     eventually rears its head, but I'll have fun with these two first.
     Jamie's POV this chapter.
***** Bottom of the Bottle *****
Chapter Summary
     JaimiexSansa Caution: (in the U.S) underage smut ahead, and ONLY this
     chapter.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
 
  
  Jaime sat alone in his sister's living room, surrounded by the sound of
chattering teenage girls. He hung his arms limply across the arms of his
brother in law's recliner, and lifted his scotch to his lips, taking a long
sip. 
 "Will you be secluded here all day,or will you eventually grace us with your
presence?" Cersei's condescending tone came from behind him. 
 He downed the rest of his glass and sighed. 
 "Your niece would likely appreciate you taking part in her birthday party."
 "For Christ sake Cersei, she's seventeen years old..she could care lessabout
either of us today." He turned his head to meet her glare. "She's surrounded by
her friends, and I have no desire to mingle with Robert or his friends." He
reached for the bottle he snagged from Robert's stash, and poured freely until
the glass was almost filled.
 "So, you'd rather sit in here and drink, while I'm left to entertain these
people alone."
 "You insisted on throwing this party here sister." He mumbled. 
  Cersai stepped closer and stroked his hair. "Jaime..please.I feel alone out
there. The Stark's, Tyrell's..Tristane's annoying family..they're all out there
with their fake smiles, attempting to be polite-"
 "I'm perfectlycontent with where I am.I'll be here until you let me know when
it's time for her cake and presents." He snapped.
  Her hand was out of his hair, but he felther eyes burning the back of his
head. He took another gulp, and shook his head slowly. "If you had the
decency to invite our brother,I'd at least have someoneto talk to."
  She scoffed behind him. "You can talk to me." 
 He chuckled. "And give those people another reason for shushed whispers and
sneaky glares?I think not." 
 She breathed heavily, and stomped off. 
  Good riddance. I didn't even want to come to this damn thing. The honorable
Stark's, and their perfect children. Robert and Ned, and their war stories.
Catelyn Stark bragging about her sons and daughters. The pompous Tyrell's, with
their money and charity work. Fuck them all. 
 "Mind if I sit?"
 Jaime looked up. Sansa Stark.A friend of Myrcella's, and permanent fixture in
the Baratheon house since before grade school. She had grown into quite the
beauty.Standing tall, with wild red hair like fire,she had managed to stand
alone, even when surrounded by people. Jaime took notice of the Stark's eldest
daughter once she went from a bratty, people pleasing, dreamer, to a bright,
graceful, confident young woman.
  He did, however, question her interest in Joffrey. He didn't seem anywhere
near the same league as Sansa. Joff was an idiot.He was cruel.It didn't make
sense how she'd find Joffrey appealing in any way. It didn't take her long at
all to gain back his opinion of her intelligence, when she dumped Joffrey
(pretty publicly, and embarrassingly) less than a month later.
  He waved his hand. "By all means."
 She plopped down on the couch, clapping her hands together between her knees,
and looked around. 
 "Enjoying the party?"He asked, taking a sip.
  She shrugged her shoulders. "It's alright."She turned her head, her big blue
eyes wandering over the room. 
 "Is my nephew being a gracious?"
 "Not..really.He's been bragging and showing off that crossbow Uncle Robert
bought him for his birthday." She rolled her eyes. "Shunning me from group
convo's and whispering loud enough for me to hear what a frigid bitch I am."
She sighed as her eyes finaly rested on him. "And Cella's engrossed. Tristane,
the Player-" Her eyes suddenly went wide. "Oh god..I'm rambling. Sorry."
 Jaime smiled, amused at her realization. "It's fineSansa..I can relate."
 She smiled, looking at his glass. "Got any moreof that?"
  Jaime raised an eyebrow. Instinctively, he looked behind him, and back to
her. He leaned forward.
 "I..I don't think your parents would look too kindly on me giving their
prized, seventeen year old, sweet daughter, alcohol."
  She leaned forward, squinted her eyes, and sneered. "Then you shouldn't
tellthem." 
 Jaime swallowed. 
  Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. This is so wrong. 
 He slowly reached for the bottle. An inner battle roared inside him, as he
poured. He suddenly felt his blood race warm under the surface of his skin,
when her eyes watched his every move with anticipation. She looked into his
eyes, instead of the full glass he held. Licking her lips, her eyes darted over
his shoulder quickly, and reached out her hand. 
  Jaime stalled for a moment. The thought of explaining how a minor got ahold
of Robert's thirty year old scotch, crossing his mind.
  Fuck it. With Joffrey for a son, he's bound for worse explanations..likely
from authorities.
  He slowly and reluctantly handed her the glass. "You didn't get this from
me."
 She grinned and took the glass from him. Taking a long sip, she nearly
finished it in two gulps, before straightening her head and making a sour face,
she handed him back the glass. 
 "Got it, it's all on me if I get caught Jaime-I mean Mr. Lannister." She
smacked her lips. 
 "Jaime is fine Sansa." He sank back in the chair, refilling his glass. 
 "I better get back then." She stood, straightening her shorts. 
  Jaime took notice, eying how much of her thighs her shirts actually revealed.
Slowly, he dare lets his eyes wander up. A peek of her bared waist caused him
to snap his head down. He didn't need to be caught ogling her long torso, the
under curve of her breasts, wisps of her fiery hair, cascading around them..
  He stuck to his guns, continuing to keep his sight right there on his lap,
without squirming, as he heard her stepping closer. Leaning down, her
hair grazed over the flesh of his arm, prickling every pore.  
 "Itll be our little secret..Jaime." 
 Looking up just in time to see her grinning as she turned and walked away, he
picked up the bottle and drank straight from it. 
 
 "I don't needa fucking ride, just call me a cab."Jaime protested.
 "You're staying.Sansa and Margaery are the only one's staying the night, you
can sleep in the guest house." Cersei insisted.
  Jaime teetered, gripping the counter to balance himself.
 "Are they gone?"He slurred.
 "Who?"
 "The fucking Stark's." 
 "They just left..and lower your voice,there's still one here."Cersei hissed. 
  Jaime saw Robert stumbling behind Cersei.
 "That's the last of them." He growled, looking up at Jaime. "Had one to
many Lannister?"
 "A few."Jaime mumbled under his breath.
 "He's sleeping out back." Cersei explained. 
  Robert's belly laugh turned his stomach. "Right. I'm offthen. Are you
coming?"
 "Momentarily dear."She answered curtly.
  Robert grabbed food from out of the fridge and turned to leave the kitchen. 
  Cersei looked after him until they both heard his slow ascent over the
stairs. She looked back at Jaime and slumped her shoulders. 
 "Would you like some help?" 
 He shook his head. "I'll be fine." 
 She tapped her nails on the counter, and sighed. "Would you like some
company?"
 "I'll be fine."He repeated.
  She stood still, looking exhausted and disappointed. "Fine then, see yourself
out."
 "I will."
 She left him there, while he stood in place, lingering long enough to listen
as she made her rounds. She said goodnight to Myrcella and her friends first,
then Joffrey, and finally Tommen. A twinge of guilt hit him as he tried to
replay whether or not he'd pulled off being a good Uncle today. Overall, he
assessed he had put in enough effort for it to be considered
sufficient.Myrcella loved the gift he gave her, an elegant gold necklace, with
a drop pendant of rubies encircling a Lion. Not something she could wear
everyday, but it was their family's emblem, and he wanted to give her something
more Lannister than Baratheon.
  Joffrey was a miserable shit. Acting openly jealous of the Stark boys. Robb,
and his chiseled jaw and Jon and his pretty face and under-the-surface
knowledge, his endearing need to belong to the family that took him in. Even
their teenage brothers were close. Closer than this lot. 
 When he watched the lights go out, and heard the last door shut, he made his
way out the back door. Walking down the steps, past the pool, the hot tub, the
ridiculous fish pond, he finally made it to the front door of the guest house.
Stumbling inside, he searched the kitchen first for any alcohol, and found beer
in the fridge. Popping the cap, he took a swig as he walked into the master
bedroom. He stood in front of the king size bed, and set the bottle on the
nightstand, before stripping down. 
  Who gives a fuck. I want to be naked.
 He fell into bed, not bothering to get under the covers, and thought to rub
one out before he sank into a drunken abyss. 
  And I have the perfect person in mind..
 He was hard already. He had been hard since her hair swept his skin and he
inhaled the scent of it.
  Sansa. God..if only you were of age. If this was your hand. No. Your mouth.
Your mouth around my hard cock. Those soft pink lips, your tongue moving up and
down..licking my head..moaning around it..your long skinny fingers grazing my
balls..your wet cunt. Fuck. Your cunt has to be tight. Tight. Wet. Under me.
Sinking easily into her. So tight it's painful. Squeezing me all the way
down..and back up. Her body. The things I'd do to that body! That mouth. Those
lips. Her cunt. Fuck.
 He shuddered, warm semen pulsing onto his stomach, her name choking from his
dry throat, as his body jerked over and over in a painful sweet release. Heavy
in breath, his eyes still shut as the vision of her thighs popped in his head.
He should have felt shame. He didn't.Sansa was on his brain and he still wanted
what he'd just fantasized about. He plucked two tissues from the nightstand and
wiped the sticky cum from his stomach. Throwing them onto the nightstand, he
reached up to pull the lamp chain, took a deep breath, and lay back, finally
drifting into a drunken slumber.
  
  He stirred awake, and lifted his head. A pounding beat relentlessly as he
smacked the roof of his mouth. He needed water. His hand reached for the lamp
to turn it on, but knocked it over. 
 "Fuck."He cursed.
  He froze.Someone was in the room.
  Cersei.
  He knew better than to call out her name, so he lay his head back on the
pillow, waiting for the inevitable. He heard faint footsteps. His eyes hadn't
adjusted to the limited light in the room yet, and his eyes stayed shut as he
waited for the pounding in his head to ease. It was taking so long, he was
about to prop himself up, when he felt the light touch of her knee against his
hand, that hung over the edge of the bed. 
 "I told you I was fine."He groaned. "I just need some water."
  Nothing. Just faint breathing. 
 Her knee bumped his hand once again. He hesitated, then felt the blood rushing
to his groin. He moved his hand onto her skin, feeling her soft thigh. His palm
flat, he moved it up slowly, between her opened legs, until he felt her bare,
exposed lips. She was soft, wet, swollen and warm. The blood rushed straight to
his cock, as he slid two fingers right into her soaking wet cunt. A high pitch
whimper of pleasure filled his ears as he started moving deeper..
  Wait.
  No.
  This isn't her. 
  No. 
 His fingers stilled inside her. His breath caught in his throat, constricted,
with his heart pounding in his chest. His two fingers were inside someone that
wasn't Cersei..and that's where they stayed.
  Her hips moved, without sound.
 "Jaime..don't stop."She asked, already heavy in breath.
 He nearly ceased to exist at her voice.
  Sansa.
  Oh fuck.
  No.
  This is so wrong. 
  I can't do this.
  Why are my fingers still inside her.
  Oh Jesus fuck, they are already inside her. 
 His fingers twitched as his mind screamed at him to take them out and demand
she leave.
  Stop this Jaime!
 She moved her hips around slowly and squeezed her thighs around his hand,
trapping him. 
  So fucking wet and sweet. I can smell her now. I smell her cunt. I want to
taste it. Oh god..stop. Stop this.
 Every second moved painfully slow, and his movements betrayed him as he
started exploring more of her warmth. She writhed around his touch, encouraging
him. He started pumping his fingers now, squeezing his eyes shut and going back
to imagine it was his sister. Fingering her warm..wet..tight cunt. The Stark's
daughter.
  My fingers are inside Sansa Stark.
 Gliding his thumb easily through her slit, he kept it flat, stroking across
her swollen nub when an unmistakeable moan squeaked from her throat. It was the
sweetest fucking moan he had ever heard and filled him with the intense urge to
make her come like she never has before. He didn't want her to ever forget it. 
  His fingers pumped soft and deep as he listened to the slick sounds her cunt
made. His cock throbbed the wetter she became and couldnt help pulling them out
quickly. Greedily licking every drop of her off his fingers, shepanted and sunk
her nails in his shoulder. She was silently begging him and cried out when he
sucked from his fingertips, to glide them back into her hole. He fucked her
with his fingers like he'd fuck her with his cock, lifting his own hips, lost
in the thought. 
 "Have you come before?"He rasped. 
 She breathed fast and heavy. "N-not with ahh-anyone."
  I'll be the first man to get her off. I'm about to make Ned Stark's daughter
come around my fingers. 
 "Oh god."She panted.
  Her hips were thrusting forward, when he curled his fingers inside, rubbing
her clit with his thumb. He suddenly decided to replace his thumb with his
tongue. Leaning into her perfumed cunt, he lapped her clit with his tongue so
hard, she bucked her hips, sobbing out loudly, while she thrashed forward, and
fisted his hair.
 "Fuck Jaime..oh..oh god." 
 He wasn't done with her yet, trying to lick up as much of her as he could,
while her walls continued to pulse around his fingers. Her breath still shook
before coming in a slower rhythm, he felt the grip through his hair soften. 
 "Fuck."She breathed. "Thank you." She stumbled back quickly.
 "Wait-."He called out.
  She was already gone, and with that, the guilt began to shadow the red hot
pleasure. Covering his face with the hand that  still smelled of her, he
groaned to remind himself this was not a dream. If he managed to get any sleep
at all, his nightmare starring Sansa Stark, had just begun.
 
 
  
Chapter End Notes
     I re-edited this first chapter as I plan on doing to the rest before
     updating.
***** A Graduation and Tour *****
Chapter Summary
     Jon makes an appearance. And Jaime interrupts the "moment" and has
     one of his own.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
 
  Graduation night. It's done.
 Sansa glanced once more at Margaery before they broke off with their families.
Marg winked and grinned crookedly before Sansa nodded and smiled back. She got
in the backseat and was driven home with her family for her graduation party. 
  Two boring hours later, she sat alone with a cup of virgin punch in front of
her. She observed the adults in their groups, talking and drinking. Robb was in
his group. Her parents were in their group. Myrcella with Tristane and her
mother. The younger ones ran in and out. And Jon..
  I can't even look at him right now. 
 She snatched her phone, and texted Margaery.
  Are you as bored as I am?
 Yep. Can't wait to get out of here. Loras dropped off the cooler and kegs out
there for us already.
  Good. Can't wait. See you when it's all done.
  See you there.
 "You celebrating alone?" 
 She didn't need to look up to know it was him, and his silky voice, asking her
the obvious. She put her phone down on it's face and looked up at Jon, already
pulling out the chair next to her. She looked around for Ygritte. Unable to
spot her, she pursed her lips and folded her arms over her chest.
 "Why are you so pouty..it's your Graduation party." 
  She rolled her eyes. "It's more for themthan me."She said, her eyes darting
in the direction of her parents.
 "Yes..I suppose the real party starts later." 
 Sansa's eyes widened at his words. He grinned back at her and looked down,
shaking his head.
 "You think you and Marg are the first ones to throw an after-party at the Lake
Sansa?"
 She was unwilling to talk about it with him. They don't have these kind of
conversations.They're cousins. He grew up in the Stark house, and looked upon
everyone as his own family. Her brothers, his brothers,her sister, his
sister,her parents, his parents.She grew up with him that way, and it wasn't
suppose to change. Nothing about how she felt, was suppose to ever change. 
 "Shouldn't you be getting back to your date?"She refused to mention her by
name.
 Jon's brow crinkled in confusion. His eyes showing a hint of hurt, Sansa
swallowed hard, feeling guilt twist inside her stomach. 
 "Are you pissed that I invited her?" 
 "Jon."She started.
 "Save it,you've been nasty about her from the start."He sighed in frustration
and leaned forward over the table. "Just be honest, why don't you like her?"
  You don't want to know.
  You just brought her in here and from day one it's been her..holding your
hand..whispering in your ear..laughing that ridiculous laugh at your stupid
jokes..it makes me sick. I'm SICK about it. I really wish you'd break up with
her.
 Sansa sat quietly, while her thoughts conflicted with the right way to answer
him. 
 "Are you jealous?" 
  There it was. 
 "Yes."
 She stared straight into his stunned eyes. 
  You asked.
 She held her determined chin high, and watched his lips part to speak.
 "Congratulations Sansa." Jaime Lannister's voice came from behind her.
  They both whirled around to look at Jaime casually standing there. 
 "Thank you Mr. Lannister." Sansa said. She stood up, shivering as he took her
hand into his. 
  God, he's so warm. Those fingers..
 "I told you, Jaime.I insist."
 He lifted her hand and delicately kissed her knuckles, his eyes still on
hers. 
 "Excuse us Jaime.We were in the middle of something." Jon said, on his feet
next to them. 
  Jaime dropped her hand. "My apologies."He turned to Jon and extended his
hand. "Jon, right?" 
 Jon hesitated before taking it. Sansa watched both their forearm muscles tense
while they shook hands curtly.
 "Right."Jon stiffened. He looked at Jaime for a moment, then back at Sansa.
"Shall we?"
 "No." She sighed. "Jaime have you been given the tour"She asked in her
gracious hostess voice. 
 "Not yet."He grinned, lifting a brow.
 "Sansa."Jon warned.
 "We're done talking about that Jon, I'm going to show Jaime the house."
  She looped her arm in Jaime's and turned to walk away. She felt his eyes
burning the back of her head. Looking over her shoulder, she saw exactly what
she'd expected, and although she didn't need to, she said it anyway.
 "And here comes your date."She managed to flash Ygritte a fake smile as she
passed.
 
 "Can I fix you a drink?"  She asked him, opening her parent's liquor cabinet. 
  She had walked him through the house, and wound up in her father's study,
where they were finally alone. The voices and laughter carried from outside the
window, but on the second floor with a wooden staircase leading up, she'd have
a few seconds notice should she end up in a compromising position with the man
with the golden fingers. 
 "Sorry, I don't think Dad has anything agedas much as you like."She said
smiling into the cabinet. 
 "Yes he does." Jaime growled from close behind her. His hands snaked around
her hips as he pressed his crotch against her bottom.
  Sansa gasped softly, gripping the handles of the cabinet, her head falling
back against his chest. She could think of nothing to say at this point, only
wanting him to touch her. His body pressed forward while his hands burned her
skin. At any moment, someone could walk up, yet she didn't fight the urge to
grind back against him. Feeling the length of him, rock hard, between the cleft
of her ass, she rutted up as a throaty moan rumbled from her throat.
  Jamie's fingers made their way, once again, between her thighs. She felt his
erection shift behind her, as he dipped down slightly, to move his hand
up..up..oh gods..between her thighs from behind, she felt the tips of his
fingers slipping under the edge of her soaked panties. She went so hot down
there, she inhaled deeply and raised an arm over her head, hooking it around
the back of his neck. He leaned into the crook of her neck as his knuckles held
back the fabric, and slid two fingers easily inside. She whimpered and bit her
lip to keep as quiet as she could, while His breath came out hot against her
neck.
 "God damn Sansa, you're wet. Really wet."He rasped. "Is this for me?"He
started moving his fingers across the fabric. "Or him."
 Sansa's eyes snapped open. "Wha-..wh-who?"She stammered.
 "I'm no fool Sansa."He swept her underwear further to the side to sink even
deeper. 
 "Fuuuck."She moaned, forgetting his question.
 "Jon..does he know?" He slowly pulled both fingers out and slid them up and
down her clit.
  She winced quietly, and shook her head.
  He sighed, while softly grinding his cock against her ass and mumbled
something like 'fool' into her skin before taking a small bite in a sensitive
spot on her neck.
 "Young love." 
 "Jaime."She pleaded. She felt her climax building. Her body as hot as she's
ever felt it, aching and dying to feel what only he has made her feel. Getting
fingered from behind was absolutely new, and so was feeling a man, not a boy, a
man,pressing his body so close to hers, he'd need protection if it weren't for
clothes.
 "I've been dreaming of being inside this sweet pussy for months Sansa.Getting
you off..hearing you moan, I can't get it out of my head..I just wanted more."
 She was moving her hips back, writhing around his fingers, and impulsively
reached behind. With urgency, she fumbled his zipper open and managed her hand
through until she felt it.
  Holy shit. 
 It was the first time she had felt one in the flesh. The others were always
over clothes and spilled before she had the chance to do any real work. They
also weren't as endowed as Jaime. Each finger wrapped around his length and
with a firm grip, she began pumping her hand up and down while his moans
assured her she was doing it right.  
 "What do you wantJaime?" She whined. 
  His fingers worked a faster pace, their heavy breathing becoming louder as
they both got closer. 
 "I want to fuck you. I want to be the first to be inside your wet, tight
pussy."He groaned when Sansa tightened her grip, and stroked faster. "I want to
fuck that boy right out of your HEAD." 
 "Oh god Jaime."Her eyes rolled back. 
  She squeezed her thighs around his hand, feeling the verge of climax rushing
through her. Her head pushed back into his chest so hard, he teetered back. He
pulled her back by her hip, and slid his fingers deep inside her. She convulsed
forward when she came, her grip tightening around his cock until she moved back
again, and heard him grunt loudly into her dampened neck. Their bodies remained
close, until Jaime's pulses stilled in her hand. She felt his cum on her
fingers and shuddered. 
  So that's what it feels like. Jesus that was hot..getting him off. Jaime
fucking Lannister. 
 "I..there's..it's on your clothes Sansa, I'm so sorry." 
 She turned around, her face an inch from his. "Don't be."She smiled, and as
natural as it seemed, she didn't lean forward to kiss him.
 "I'm going to get cleaned up." She started to move away. 
  He adjusted himself back in his pants, and grasped her arm before she could
take another step. 
 "I want to see you again." His eyes were serious.
  Sansa felt tingles rush through her body. "Everyone's numbers are written on
the fridge..save mine."She bit her lip and turned to walk out. "Thanks again
Jaime."
 
  She expected the after party to be fun, but it turned out to be a drunken
fuck-fest. Margaery stuck with her for the first hour, then abandoned her to do
god knows what..or who.Myrcella, who drove her, disappeared with Tristane
immediately,and she was left with some pretty sorry prospects. She sipped her
beer, and made small talk with random acquaintances, who were equally ready to
hook up. She excused herself from about five group conversations and walked to
the keg to refill her cup, when she stopped cold.
  Jon. 
 Standing there, by the keg. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his tight
jeans, wearing his infamous thrift shop hoodie, his hair tied back, and looking
aimlessly around the sea of faces. 
  Fuck!
 Before she could turn to walk the other way, he spotted her. She gulped, and
decided to dodge him anyway. Moving quickly though the dying crowd, she made
her way through the light of their campfire, and towards the trees by the lake.
She didn't look back. She wasn't running, rather walking fast.She heard no
footsteps behind her, and kept moving through the trees until she emerged onto
the lake shore.
  And there he stood. Not out of breath, hands still in his pockets, a 'you
should know better' look on his face. 
 "What are you doing here?"She asked coldly.
 He withdrew his hands from his pockets and took a step forward. 
 "We never finished talking."He answered quietly.
  Sansa smiled sarcastically. "Jesus Christ Jon. You crashedmy grad party..in
the woods,at 2 a.m. to finish our discussion?" 
 He took another step toward her. "Yes." 
  Another step.
 Her breath caught in her throat. 
  Another step. 
 "I would have finished it earlier.."
  Another step. 
 He's so close, she can feel his breath, and holds hers. 
 "..but you and..Jaime."
  Oh my god NO.
 Jon's eyes dropped and he sighed heavily. "Why Sansa? Why would you let him
do-TOUCH you like that?"He lifted his head to look back at her. 
  She could see he was raging and could barely keep her gaze. She swallowed
hard, unable to think of an answer, an explanation..
 "..when you want me." 
 He finished his sentence and her mouth fell open as she realized.
  He heard. He heard and saw everything. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Yay for cliffhangers. The Jonsa might burn a little slower, but
     that's why they're tagged 2nd. I want Jaime to have a little fun with
     her first. Comments and kudos are appreciated! Thanks for reading
     guys!
***** Two Losses and Multiple Gains *****
Chapter Summary
     OhhhhhKay..this picks up where it left off, and um..the second half
     is Jaime and Sansa. That's all I'm sayin.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
 
 "You watched us?" 
  Jon took another step closer. "I came to find you. I searched through the
house to ask why you'd possiblybe jealous of my girlfriend, when I round the
corner and see Jaime fucking Lannister with...with.." He growled out in
disgust, and grasped her roughly by her shoulders. 
  Sansa felt just about everything a person in this situation could feel.
Shock, fear, embarrassment, shame, anger..extreme anger, and..warm.
 "With his fingers inside me?" She finished defiantly.
  His face, contorted with anger and lust, stayed straight, as did his eyes,
glowering into hers. 
 "Yes."His breath came out hot, close to her face. "Sansa.."Her name cracked in
his throat. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
 She narrowed her eyes. "What difference would it have made?"She leaned
forward. "Would you have dumped her for your cousin, and have it be your
fingers instead? Your cock in my grasp instead of his?"
 The smallest hint of a whimper escaped his lips, nearly brushing against her
lips.
 "Yes."He breathed. 
  She wanted so badly to kiss him now that he knew how she felt. "You've
realized these feelings for me have you? After my jealousy reared its head, you
saw me with him and suddenly you want me." She snapped forward with her body
and heard him groan. "Did you go down and break up with her?" She asked
hesitantly and held her breath. 
 He stiffened, his chest heaved in deep breath and she pulled away quickly.
 "Sansa..wait."He pleaded.
  She stomped away, she couldn't get away from him fast enough. Right on her
heels, he soon grabbed her arm and whipped her around. Her fury burned so hot,
her whole face was on fire. 
 "Go back to her Jon."She hissed. 
 "Why? So you can go back to him?" 
 She struggled and squirmed in his hand, he just tightened his grip. 
 "Let me go, you're hurting me!"
 He released her like she was burning his skin. 
 "I'm sorry. Sansa I didn't-" He looked down in shame.
  Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to look at an unknown
number, and shivered when she read the text. 
  You still out?
 "Is that him?" Jon asked looking down.
 "That's none of your business."She spat.
  He took a step closer. "He's old enough to be your father."
 Her eyes bore into his. "At least he's free..and we're not..related."
 She turned to leave, holding her phone in her hand, she walked away from him
with tears rolling down her cheeks. She heard the rustling of leaves and
quickened footsteps behind her, turning, before he could reach for her again. 
 "Jon, I-"
  His mouth was on hers before she spoke another word. His lips we're soft and
full over hers. She was spinning, her body exploding, her feet left the ground
completely. As she felt the swipe of his tongue across her lips, she opened
them in kind and sighed when she tasted him. She played with it hungrily, her
hands threading through the thick curls of his hair, the way she's fantasized
about for years,pulling him further into her mouth (if that was possible)
wanting more.
  He tasted better than she imagined he ever would. His tongue working
perfectly, she hoped she wasn't using too eager with hers, swirling it lazily
inside his warm mouth. He crushed her doubt, when a low, throaty growl vibrated
from him, sending fiery tingles racing through her.
  His arms held her close. So close.She felt everything.His rapid heartbeat,
his every tightened muscle, his lungs taking every sharp breath, his silky
black hair through every finger, his beard hair around her lips and chin, his
arousal. 
  The man knew how to kiss. I'm lost. Lost. 
 She jerked back, and braced her hands across his chest. Unable to meet his
eyes, she leaned close to him, still panting, when kissed the top of her head
and cupped her cheek. 
 "I don't careif we're related Sansa..I do have feelings for you." 
 She sighed heavily, and closed her eyes. She achedfor him. 
 "Not enoughJon." She winced when she pulled away from his body, head hung low,
she walked away from him, her heart cracking with each painful, slow step
away.  
 She looked down at her phone through blurry eyes and texted back. 
  Yes. Come get me. 
  Where are you
  I'll be at the Lake turn off. 
  Be right there
 She walked through the woods, rather than face anyone at the party. She wanted
out of here as soon as possible. She walked until she saw headlights from the
highway. It was too soon for it to be Jaime. She watched through the tree line
and her heart sank as she recognized Jon's truck speeding by. Her first
instinct was to flag him down. 
  Come back Jon.
 His tail lights glowed red until he rounded the curve a mile down the road,
and she was left with emptiness.She already knew she loved him, had known for
quite a while.
  She remembered the first time she saw him differently.Robb had his friends
over for a pool party after he graduated. Sansa invited her own friends,which
pissed him off because they were all underage. Jon emerged from the house, pale
and out of his element, awkwardly mingling with Robb's friends. He finally dove
into the pool, and swam next to her. He folded his arms over the edge, and
kicked his legs right next to her. They talked..and talked, more than they had
ever talked before.
  He was funny, well..his sarcasm was funny. He finally opened up about the
difference between home-Robb and social-Robb. She laughed more with him than
she ever had with anyone that afternoon, choosing his company while letting her
friends have at it with Robb and his group. She opened up to him. They
learned things about each other, and she came to feel as though she was finally
getting an insight to the stranger that lived in their house. 
  By sundown, she nearly held his hand when they were out of the pool. She
realized, and was quite taken aback, when she began flirting with him. Her
insides churned, thinking of how wrong it was, especially when he acted
oblivious, so she excused herself from the group, avoided him for the rest of
the night, and let her restless, internal, moral struggle keep her up all
night.
  And here they were.
  Two years later. Her feelings for him never waning.Never put on a back
burner.Just the opposite.Everyone else since, was a distant second, a filler,
not even interesting enough to be a pleasant distraction. Oh, how she triedto
fill her unrequited heart, and the disappointment piled up. Joffrey, no.Loras,
no.Harry, yawn.No one stepped it up..that is..until she spotted Sir Jaime at
Cella's party. He was such a man, a manly-man. He was kind, not cruel, he liked
females, was anything but a bore, he didn't brood in a corner, and most
importantly, wasn't tied to anyone. 
 As if on cue, she spotted headlights and heard the purring engine before she
saw the car. Sansa could care lessabout cars, but her brow arched in interest
when she saw his. The engine purred, it looked shiny and sleek and damn, he
looked delicious  driving it. She walked forward when he pulled in front of
her, leaning over to open the door. She got in and shut the door a little too
hard.
 "You alright?" 
 She sat still, staring straight ahead, tears threatening to well up. She
suddenly leaned over to kiss him, needing to feel his lips on hers. He kissed
her back, wasting no time as his hands combed through her hair, and pulling her
in to deepen it. She sloppily devoured his lips until she couldn't breath any
harder, he tugged her hair strongly to expose her neck and licked a long stripe
up by her ear and bit down. 
 "Jesus." She moaned. "Take me away from here."
 "Where shall I take you?"He asked. 
 "Your place?"
 
 He walked behind her as she entered his home. It was a bachelor's house for
sure. Nothing very home-y about it. 
 "You want a drink?" He asked walking into the kitchen.
 "Um not..maybe just some water?" 
 He arched his brow and opened his fridge. Handing her a bottle of water, he
grinned widely. 
 "Had enough to drink already?" 
 She twisted the cap open, and drank half the bottle down. Her lips popped off
the plastic, and she wiped her mouth.
 "No..I've just had enough."She licked her lips looking at him across the
counter. 
  He walked around slowly, until he came to stand closely over her, as she held
her breath the entire time. Her mind was racing, still unsure
about..everything. He swept his knuckle under her chin, to lift her head. She
met his eyes and stared intently as he left no doubt. Everything in his stare
told her how much he wanted her. It made her tingle everywhere, excited her,
made the top of her lip sweat. 
  God..it's hot. Why is it so hot in here?  
 When he leaned down to kiss her, she brought her arms up and locked them
around his neck. She needed this, needed to feel this, needed the way Jaime
lifted and carried her away from everything. She welcomed the escape, and would
let him sweep her away. Closing the distance between their bodies, her leg
curved around his as she moaned an approval.
 He reached below the hem of her dress, and pulled it swiftly over her arms and
head. She stood before him, watching as his mouth fell open in breath and
followed his hands as they reached to pull her panties down to her ankles.
Stepping out of them, she looked back up as he scanned her naked body. She kept
her gaze and breathed shallow. 
 "You..you are absolutely perfect." 
 She sighed, relieved to hear it,loving the way he looked at her.
 "Jaime, will you..."Her throat suddenly constricted. She couldn't speak
another word. 
  He closed in on her, cupping both breasts, he dipped his head down to take a
nipple in his mouth and kissed it gently. 
 "Will I..what?What do you want me to do Sansa?"
 "What..what you said..earlier?"  
 She squeaked when he suddenly lifted her up and sat her on the counter.
Parting her legs, he hoisted them over his shoulder before she felt his tongue
licking straight up her clit. He sucked at the sensitive flesh softly and
teased it between his tongue and teeth before lapping back down to push it
through her lips. 
  Holy FUCK. WOW. 
 She moaned, dragging her heals across his back as he breathed heavy through
his nostrils and scratched her ass with his scruffy chin. 
 "I said a lot of things earlier."He whispered against her pink flesh. "To
which are you referring?" 
 "Jaime..please."She rolled her hips. 
  He licked down further, flicking over her ass with his tongue and making her
jump, she squirmed in ecstasy as he thrust it back into her cunt. As she felt
her blood rushing between her legs, it began to throb in ache and she felt free
to moan as loud as she wanted. She trembled as his mouth pulled off her.
 "You saw him tonight didn't you?He came out there?"
 "Yes."She choked.
 "And you want me to..fuck him out of your head?" 
 She closed her eyes. "Yes."She admitted.
 He plunged back in her, licking her up and down until her bare ass squirmed
its way to the edge. He growled in frustration, grabbed her waist and slid her
off the counter. Her legs wrapped around him, tasting herself on his tongue as
she kissed him deeply. 
  He undid his pants with his free hand, stepped out of them, and turned to
walk her upstairs. She clung to him tightly, clawed at his shirt, ripping seams
as she yanked it over his head. Feeling a naked man's body against hers was
new.His hard cock resting between her legs was new.Everything about what was
happening right now..was new.He got to the bottom of the stairs, when she felt
the head of his cock placed right at her entrance. 
  She was so wet, so ready, wanting nothing more than all of him inside her.
Unable to wait any longer, and to avoid his trepidation about her being a
virgin, she sank down his length with one quick push, and impaled herself on
his cock.
 "Fuck!"He swore. 
  She bit her lip from the pain, bit down so hard, she tasted blood. He filled
her, the feeling, more a sore achethan sharp pain,  she whined for him to
move. He dropped to his knees on the second or third step, bracing her tight as
he slowly lay over her. He remained inside of her, and looked into her teary
eyes. 
 "Sansa."He groaned. "I was going to do this gently..I didn't know you were-"
 "I don't want gentle right now..I want you to fuck me hard.
 Jaime grunted like an animal at her words. He started to move inside her.
Slow..and deep.She appreciated his concern, but they hadn't even made it to the
bed.She wanted to be fucked,not made love to. She wantedthe pain. 
 "Fuck Sansa." 
  Her body reacted at his deep grunts in her ear. "Harder Jaime..oh god!" 
 He started pounding into her, the dull ache gone as her body writhed in
pleasure.She was getting more wet with each thrust, heard it as his cock slid
out of her and plunged back in. The way the base of his cock kept sliding over
her clit, caused her ache to build as she arched her back to the lower step to
get more. He held her back tightly, his head digging further into her
shoulders, grunting loudly and biting down on her skin. She sunk her nails into
his back, when the pressure had built to a breaking point, she bit down on his
shoulder. 
 "Fuck Sansa..I'm going to cum."He warned.
 "Me too, just don't stop!"  
 Her toes curled into the balls of her feet, when she felt a hot ache pulsing
through her. Her body was trembling, and she couldn't control it..she couldn't
control anything.The orgasm erupted through her, blinded by it, she screamed
out.
 "Yes! Oh god ahhh yes!" 
 Sansa's body shuddered beneath him as he stilled inside her with his final
thrust. He grunted out breathlessly and continued to slowly move inside her.
His body spasms over her and continued to shiver at the end, before he gently
lay his cheek on her shoulder. 
 "I..I want to do that again."She said, still panting. 
  Jaime chuckled. "It doesn't work that way..for eitherof us."He swept a sweaty
strand of hair from her forehead. "You have to give you're body a few minutes."
He breathed. 
 "Like..5 minutes?" 
  His laughter echoed through the hall. "In my case..more like 10 or 15..but
I'm flattered Sansa."
 She rolled over and realized how uncomfortable she was. The stairs were no
place to cuddle. 
 "Take me to bed please..and stay awake for 10 more minutes."She teased.
 He scooped up her limp body, and carried her up the stairs. Looking up at him,
she raised her hand to play with his pretty, thick blonde hair, with her other
arm draped around his strong, broad back, she admired how trulyattractive a man
he was. 
 "What are you staring at beautiful?"He asked with a grin.
 She smiled and said the first thing that crossed her mind. "My knight in
shining armor." 
  He lay her gently down on his bed, and crawled on top of her. Her eyes
widened in surprise when she felt him between her legs again.
 "I guess I don't have to wait another 8 minutes." She smirked.
  He pushed into her, slowly this time. "No Sansa, you don't."
Chapter End Notes
     Eek..did I..give Jaime and Sansa a little..fluff? I didn't mean
     it..maybe it's because it was the poor girls first time? Anyways..let
     me know. Thanks for reading y'all!
***** When it All Comes Together *****
Chapter Summary
     This is ALL JONSA. The entire chapter is Jon's POV.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
 
  Instead of merging into the left lane to make his way home, he kept driving
straight. He knew Ygritte would be asleep in his bed, and he knew he was no
longer capable of lying next to her, without thinking of Sansa. That's all it
took. One confession. One kiss...and the world as he knew it, would never be
the same. His stomach stirred relentlessly throughout the course of the entire
evening. An overwhelming mirage of thoughts consumed him. His head was
buzzing.He wished desperately for the calm order of his life before today.
  But..then I wouldn't know the way she feels about me. Why am I so ready to
leave the life as I've known it behind? It's like I waited for a moment like
this to happen, coasting through, waiting for this huge complication to come
along, and not only do I not hesitate at the thought of leaving someone I had
genuine feelings for, but could care less about the shit tons of baggage that
comes with it? Ned and Cat? My cousins? She's my cousin! Jaime Lannister? 
 Jon slammed his foot down on the gas, speeding down the dark country road,
visions of that asshole's hands on her, flashing through his head. Pleasing
her. Asking her about him,in his careless, smooth voice. The knots that formed
in his stomach, from not only watching, but listeningto Jaime figure out what
he was too stupid to see, twisted violently inside him, especially  when Sansa
returned the affection. He could have easily barged in, and cold cocked the
fucking pervert in the jaw, but he froze where he stood. 
  Sansa was jealous because she wants me. How could I KNOW? She's never said
anything, and he wants to make her forget about me? Fuck me out of her head?
 He was torn between causing a very public scene, reeling at the revelation of
Sansa being in love with him, and watching an intended private encounterbetween
two consenting adults. He walked away, trying to shake out her erotic moans of
pleasure pounding in his ears..pleasure at the hands of another man..jealousy
raging within, that it was not by his.
 He should have gone outside immediately and talked to Ygritte. He should have
explained that his heart was no longer in it, that everythingwas different now.
Instead, he went outside, grabbed a drink, and stewed silently in the corner
while everyone around him made him feel more miserable. Ygritte asked what
troubled him, and he lied about a headache, and suggested going home. She
offered to come back with him, he could barely look at her when he reluctantly
agreed. He was an ass.Even after seeing her with Jaime, the idea of being with
Sansa, had firmly latched onto his heart and refused to let go.
  It's ME she wants. She's only using him, same as I would if I took Ygritte
home right now and fucked her. Maybe I should. 
 He drove home, clenching his jaw, without speaking a word. She wanted to fool
around with him when they walked in the house. He told her he still had a
headache and just wanted to sleep. Instead of leaving at his sudden
disinterest, she crawled into his bed and fell asleep with her back turned
against him. He lay there for hours,blinking, and staring at his ceiling in the
dark. Sleep would not come, just more visions and thoughts of Sansa.After lying
still for more than four hours, he felt as though he might lose his mind. He
looked at the clock, checked his phone, and decided he needed to talk to her.
 He knew where the party was. Knew she'd still be out. He slowly rolled out of
bed, looking down on Ygritte as he kneeled down to blindly grab a pair of pants
and what felt like his hoodie, and tiptoed out of the room. He quickly dressed
in the living room and slipped in a pair of boots by the door. Moving like a
theif in the night, he snuck out his front door and got in his truck. He took a
deep breath, considered what he was about to do one last time, and winced as he
turned the key, dreading the roar of his engine putting to life. 
  Too late now. All or nothing. 
 Parking on the outskirts of the trees, he walked toward the shore and found
her easily enough. Confronting her was numbing. Chasing after her was heart
racing. Kissing her was..life changing.
 He'd made the wrong decision. If he would have just followed his instincts, he
could've answered YES..and he'd probably still be in her arms, kissing her
until dawn. Alas, he didnt break up with Ygritte and she walked away from him,
and likely in the arms of a much older man.
  He screeched the brakes as he neared the turn into the Stark's driveway.
Turning too fast, he lost control for a split second, then eased his brakes,
straightened his wheel, and glided to a horizontal stop in the middle of the
road. His heart beat quickly, pulsing through his temples, he gripped the wheel
and slowly drove his truck down the path of trees. Parking next to Robb's car,
he got out and lifted the plant the spare key was hidden under. Silently making
his way down to the basement, he took one of Ned's beers from his small fridge
and stood by the ground window, waiting for headlights.
  Come home Sansa. Please. Come home.
 Setting his beer on the window ledge, he pulled his phone out of his pocket
and went into his messages. Nothing.He clicked on Ygritte's, and typed.
  We need to talk. Come by the Stark's when you wake up.
 
 He stirred in the chair, hearing gravel from the front. He stood quickly and
looked out the window. 
  Ygritte. 
 The clock on the wall read 7:25. Was Sansa dropped off while he slept? In a
chair?The sun was bright in the sky, and Jon wondered if anyone was awake yet.
He owed Ygritte at least, a private audience, while he broke up with her..first
thing in the morning, after disappearing in the dead of night, to talk to his
cousin, who he was in love with. God I'm an asshole..Perhaps even more than
Jaime fucking Lannister.
 He raced up the steps, and lunged at the door before she had a chance to
knock. Using every muscle in his hand to turn the knob as silently as he could,
he eased the door open enough to squeeze through it. He closed it softly and
turned around, facing Ygritte. 
 "What's going on?Why did you leave me and stay here?"
 Jon walked closer to her when she must have read his obvious, grim
expression. 
  She backed away from him. "You had me drive here to break up with me? You
bastard!"
 "Ygritte, please.."
 "No!If you didn't want a scene,you should have had the decencyto come
home!"Her face contorted in anger. "Who is it?Someone at the party?"
 "No.It's complic-..yes...maybe."He stuttered like an idiot.
 She scoffed. "Maybe?! You're dumping me for a maybe?You said you loved me Jon!
A maybewalks in and takes everything we've built in the last year?"
 "She's taken nothingYgritte. It's..I feel..sorry." 
 "You're an idiot. You know nothing Jon."She walked away more pissed than hurt.
  He watched as she screeched away, speeding down the path, and heard the door
open behind him. 
 "What the hellJon?"
 "Morning Robb." He said without turning. 
 "Did you stay here? What's happening? Who wasthat, Ygritte?
 "Yeah." He sighed. "I just broke up with her."
  Robb now stood next to him and looked down at the tire trenches in the
gravel. He patted him across the back.
 "Well, I don't think she took it too well Jon." 
  Jon finally looked at Robb, who was widely grinning. "NoRobb, she didn't take
it very well." 
 "It's earlyfor a break up fight. What happened? Did you cheat on her? Someone
from the party last night?"
 "Not..really.I think I'm in love."He took a deep breath, and once again felt a
knot form in his stomach. "With Sansa."
 Robb laughed loudly as Jon's face remained serious. "You're jokingright?"
  Jon shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head. 
  Robb's jaw twitched. "You're in love with my sister?Your cousin? Your first
cousin?" 
 "Yes."Jon braced himself for what he knew was coming. Robb's eyes narrowed,
and right as Jon nearly winced his eyes shut, for the blow surely to come,he
caught Robb glimpsing over his shoulder.
 "What the fuck-"
 Jon turned around. His stomach dropped, recognizing Jaime Lannister's car
driving up. A passenger with the most noticeable red head of hair sitting next
to him. 
  Sansa. Nooooo.
 He stopped the car in front of them. She got out and bent down. "Thanks for
the ride Jaime."
  She shut the car door, and turned to face them. Jon's mouth filled with bile.
The smile on her face left nothing to the imagination. 
 "Sansa, what the fuck?Why is Jaime Lannister dropping you off?!"Robb yelled.
 "Because I needed a ride."She answered innocently.
 "From where?"Robb pushed. 
 "None of your business."She walked past, brushing lightly against his
shoulder.
  He caught a whiff of Jaime on the wisps of her hair and swallowed down the
nausea churning in his stomach. She opened the front door and closed it behind
her. 
 "Good luck with that Jon." Robb stomped in the house and slammed the door
shut. 
  Jon pulled the keys from his pocket, and tiredly walked to his truck. He
needed to get out of here. He needed to get out of here now. 
 
 
  He walked up the steps, setting down two bags filled with presents and
souvenirs, and prepared himself for what was sure to be an awkward homecoming.
He heard footsteps on the other side of the door getting closer, before he'd
even knocked. He straightened himself before it swung open. 
 "I thought I saw you pull up." She smiled sweetly. "Merry Christmas Jon."
  It had been seven months since he'd seen her. He stayed off social media, and
changed phones and his number, to avoid any heartbreaking news over the worst
mistake he almost made..yet seeing her stand in front of him,he, not for the
first time,wondered if it was his mistake..for leaving.
 "M-Merry Christmas Sansa." Jon tried his hardest not to sound like an idiot. 
  She stepped forward and closed the door behind her. Her smile dropped, and
she reached through his hair with her fingers, and stunned him when her lips,
warm and soft, crashed onto his. He couldn't believe what was happening. Just
like that..he melts back into her. He wrapped his arms around her waist,
holding her close, unsure if the moment was real.She finally broke the kiss. He
saw her heavy breaths in the cold air, her cheeks flushed red.
 "I missed you." She almost pleaded. 
 "I missed You too."He choked. 
 "Are you all..settled in?Back home?" 
 "Yeah."He breathed shakily.
  Her fingers snuck their way under his jacket and traced down his chest. 
 "Invite me over?"She asked playfully.
 Jon stood there slack jawed, still in shock, wanting to taste her lips again,
and wondering what the hell was going on.
 "I would love to have you over Sansa." He said as steadily as he could. 
 "I would love to come visit you Jon." She leaned closer, when Robb's voice
thundered from behind her.
 "You two finished?"He smiled over Sansa's shoulder. "Get in here Snow..it's
freezing."
  I was quite warm actually.
 
 He walked into his room and started throwing clothes in the closet. He made
his bed, collected random items strewn over his dresser and chair, opened his
top drawer and dumped them in quickly. He had no intentions of Sansa walking
in, and seeing how much of a slob he was. He wasn't really..he just hadn't
found the motivation to put his shit away since he got back. He had lived out
of a bag for so long, he was use to it. He remembered the clothes he left on
the bathroom floor and rushed out of his room, bumping into the door frame
corner. Cursing through the pain, he ran into the bathroom and flicked the
light on. 
  Fuck. It smells like..a man lives here.
  His trimmed beard hairs littered the sink. The toilet seat was up. Clothes
from last night still lay on the floor. His razor, and toiletries were sitting
on the sink counter instead of the shelves. He reach for a rag under the sink
and started wiping it down. Toothpaste resin, facial hair, random strands of
his long hair, he needed it out of his life. He quickly organized his things
and closed the shower curtain, put the seat down and turned the light off. 
  Racing to the kitchen, the least used room in the house, he put the two
coffee cups in the dishwasher and wiped down the counter. Moving into the
living room, he straightened couch pillows, hung his jacket up, and lined his
shoes against the wall. Spinning around, he wiped sweat from his brow, trying
to spot anything that might be out of place. 
  Holy shit. It's hot. 
 He pulled his hoodie over his head, and ran to the thermostat. He lowered the
heat, and pulled his t-shirt over his head, sniffing at himself. 
  All good. I need to calm the fuck down. I'm so messed up. I spend 6 months
traveling across Western Europe, escaping a disaster before it even
happens..I'm back for one day and BAM..back in my head, my heart, consuming
every thought..like it never belonged to me in the first place. 
 Robb pulled him aside tonight, and gave him a brief synopsis of the shitstorm
that went down after he left. Sansa's affair with Jaime went public, and caused
a riff between Robert and Ned. Robert defended his wife's brother, pointing out
that Sansa was of age and it was all consensual. Jon would rather listen to
knives screeching across ceramic plates, than listen to another word about
Sansa and Jaime Lannister. Robb skipped through the specifics and got to the
part where Sansa finally admitted to her parents that she had fallen in love
with Jon. Robb told him to be thankful to Jaime, for no other reason than
taking the stigma off being in love with your cousin preferable to fucking a
man their dad's age. 
  Jon watched her all night. She looked across the room, always finding him,
and smiling back every time their eyes met. He felt comfortable, without any of
it being spoken. He told stories of the places he visited, answered everyone's
questions about every city, and felt an underlying polite avoidance throughout
dinner, that he escaped because of a broken heart. They had undoubtedly heard
about breaking up with Ygritte immediately before leaving, everything else,
must have made sense afterwards. He found himself more and more anxious for the
night to end. 
  Sansa kept sneaking smoldering glances his way, and he tried to contain his
enthusiasm by talking more than usual. It was exhausting. Sansa, being the last
one to say goodbye, whispered in his ear. 
 "I'll be by in an hour." 
 He merely nodded his head and mumbled quickly. He looked at the clock on his
dresser. She should be here in any moment. He snatched a rubber band off his
dresser, quickly tied his hair back, and went through his drawer, pulling out
the shirt he was most comfortable with wearing. Before he had a chance to put
it on, he heard her voice echoing through his house.
 "Helloooo?"She called out playfully. 
  Jon swallowed nervously, and poked his head out the door. "Hey Sansa, I was
just putting on a shirt." 
  She grinned at him, arching her brow and snaked her head to the left to get a
better look. "What for?" 
 Jon bundled his shirt in his hands and watched as she took one boot off and
then the other. She unzipped her coat, letting it slip slowly down her arms,
and hung it on the hook behind her. She wore tight black leggings, and a long
tee that snugged around her hips. He stepped into the hallway, shirtless, his
jeans hanging loosely on his hips. Her eyes scanned over him, crossing her arms
to lift her shirt over her head, and threw it on his couch. She walked slowly
toward him, every step leaving him breathless. Her long torso exposed, her
nipples peeking through her sheer bra, her long hair bouncing around her
shoulders down to her waist.
  Jon breathed shallow. In a few seconds he would touch what he was gawking at,
and more.Saliva filled his mouth thinking of tasting every inch of her.As she
neared, her hands reached behind her back, undoing her bra, and letting the
straps fall off her shoulders. Jon held his breath, as it fell from her perky
breasts, to the floor. Suddenly she was so close to him, he felt the heat from
her body against his chest. 
  She wasted no time touching him. She placed her hand softly against his bare
chest, and moved it up until her nails scratched lightly through his beard. She
licked her top lip, and at the very sight of her tongue, Jon couldn't hold back
another second. His lips caught her tongue, pressing firmly against her mouth,
grunting as he felt her skin pressing against him, leaving absolutely no space
between them. His body reacted instantly.He was already hard when she walked
through the door, now he was throbbingbeneath his jeans. 
  Her hands explored his bare back, slipping down his pants and squeezing his
ass. He lunged forward, pushing her against the wall and kissed down her neck
until he hungrily took her nipple in his mouth. Her hands, still on his ass,
pulled him into her, grinding against his erection and mewling heavily as he
nipped at her. He wanted so badly to go slowly, but it had been months..and
this wasSansa.He wasted seven months trying to get over her and within a
breath, was back in love.
  Determined to taste her first, he lifted her off her feet and threw her down
on his bed. He pulled at her leggings, bringing her panties with them, down her
long legs until they slipped through her feet. Jon took a moment to take in the
sight of her. Nothing he'd ever lived through, up to this moment, had takenhim
as much as Sansa. He found her flawless,and feared he would never be in control
of the lust more than the love.
  Fuck it, right now, lust wins. 
 His hands reached for her thighs, spreading them open, as he kneeled to lay
between her legs. She gasped softly, as he caught the scent of her, and wasted
no time, licking into her. His lips smacked together, savoring the taste of her
before he needed more.Her head sunk so far back in the pillow, all he saw was
her chin, as he drove his tongue deep through her swollen folds, and into her
cunt as far as he could. Her hands grabbed his hair, loosening it from the
rubber band, until she pulled it all free, threading her fingers through, and
pulling at it while his tongue thrust inside where she held him, lapping up
until his nose was buried in her mound.
 "Jon..right there.Don't stop..ahhh Jon." She panted.
  Sansa writhed beneath his face, still guiding him with firm grasp in his
hair, to go back down..and in,pulling him up, circling her hips around his
tongue. He picked up what she wanted, the ministrations she was
controlling, finally convinced of this when her grip gradually loosened. She
rubbed her heels against his legs, lifting her hips to his face, and he lapped
her so hungrily, he thought he might cum, simply by giving her oral, and
listening to her moans becoming more desperate, achy, and breathless. 
  He could do this all night,he thought as his tongue rapidly pumped in and
out. 
 "I want you inside meJon...please." 
 He would never refuse her pleas. He rose, kneeling between her legs, and
pulled his jeans off. Before he could get his feet out of them, her legs
wrapped around his ass and pulled him forward until his cock landed in between
her swollen, heated flesh. He paused, and held his breath, before sinking into
the warmth of her tight, wet cunt. 
 "Oh fuck..Sansa."He growled into her neck. 
  Her head sank back, crying out the moment he filled her. 
 "I've wanted this..I've wanted this for so long."She breathed.
  He lifted his hips, and plunged back into her. Again..and again, each time
wincing at the ache of her tight pussy gripping his entire length, as he slid
easily in and out. Her fingers dug into his bottom, guiding him higher, as her
hips dug into the mattress. He knew the spot she wanted him to hit, and he
quickly abided. Stroking her clit, as he thrust back into her, set her off. She
moved more urgently, her breaths coming out in short bursts, and her nails
sunken into his flesh.
 "Jon..Jon..mmm ahh ah!"She whimpered as he felt her trembling thighs tighten
around his hips.
 Relieved that she was close, he allowed his own build up to take over,
surprised that he lasted as long as he already had.
 "Sansa..fuck..I'm..I'm.." 
 "Don'tstop! I'm coming Jon..don't stop..please." 
  She clamped down hard, burying her head against his neck, as Jon felt her
heated breath, and the vibration of her gasps against his bare skin. He felt a
cold sweat race through his body, and all the heat rushing to his groin. He
couldn't hold it any longer. He pushed forward with a roar and came hard,
biting down on her shoulder. He shuddered and pulled out enough to stroke down
her clit, then slipped back inside her as she gasped sharply and he felt it.Her
walls tightening around him, repeatedly. He shook over her body, continued to
pulse inside her while she came around his cock.
 "Aannhhh!"She screamed out. She trembled underneath him, moving him, until her
muscles turned soft. "Oh god" 
 "Not God Sweetling." He breathed heavily. "Jon."
 "Jon.Yes. My Jon." She sighed. 
 Hearing his name come breathlessly from her lips while he was still inside
her,crushed him. She had a terrible holdon him, and after the best sex of his
life,he naturally assumed it would only get worse from here.He started to get
up, when she pulled him back, laying him to her side. 
 "Stay."She whined softly.
 He lay cradled in her arm, while her fingers twirled through his hair. "I'm
not going anywhereSansa."
  It occurred to him, that she was way too addictive to give up. He didn't know
how things between her and Jaime ended, but he didn't think he'd let her go
without a fight.He held her tightly, unsure if he'd ever let her go..at all.
 "Do you love me?" She asked, her voice slow and sincere.
  Jon lifted his head and met her eyes. "You have no idea how much." 
 She smiled approvingly, and nodded. "Good, because I love you." 
 
  
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed this Jonsa fans! After today..I felt the need to
     support my Ship. That's all I'm gonna say.
***** Riding in Cars With Man *****
Chapter Summary
     Jaime's back!! His POV
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
 
  He couldn't believe she was back, especially after the hell she
surely endured after their families learned of their affair. He was carelessly
stupid. An idiot.A cocky bastard, thinking he could roll up to her house and
casually drop her off after their blissful night. He took the blame, for allof
it. He foolishly thought he was being a gentleman, and maybeheld on to the hope
that her family might appreciate that..until pulling up and seeing her brother
and that bastardstanding on the porch.
  It had been a year since it came to an abrupt end. It never really had a
chance to startreally..but oh, how he wished it had.He'd been shunned by nearly
every member of his family, her family,and nearly everyone in town (though he
didn't care much for them anyway) and thought she'd try to connect with him.
She didn't.
  Reaching out to herwas pointless. He knew the Stark's well enough to know
that they'd likely taken her phone away, disconnected service or just changed
the number all together. A month after it all went down, he was three drinks
in, when he tried to call her anyway, and someone he didn't know already had
her old number.
  Tyrion was the only friend he had.He never made him feel like a piece of
shit for what he'd done, and actually seemed more interested in the thorough
descriptions while making perverted jokes. Jaime remained tight lipped about
her, wanting to show the respect he actually feltfor Sansa. She wasn't his
plaything, a whore, or a one night stand.Had she simply been a few years older,
they might have even been able to start dating..without the backlash.
  What a ridiculous notion..this is the Stark's and their precious
children..they would NEVER be okay with a Lannister, much less, one fucking
their daughter.
 Come Christmas, enough time had passed to actually get the annual invite to
his sister's dinner. His father encouraged him to go, and insist the past be
put behind them..all of them..so no talking about it..ever.Fair enough, no talk
of the passionate albeit very briefaffair he had with 18 year old Sansa Stark,
and bring presents, and be generous and full of smiles.
  Yes sir. No sir. Nods. Everything is great. Smiles. 
 He overheard Myrcella's conversation with Trystane, about Jon being back after
seven months of living like a gypsy in Europe.
  Well well. Hope the little bastard finally grew the balls to go after her.
They're likely already together.
 Cersei finally spoke to him shortly after that, curtly asking that he slow
down his drinking. 
  Six fucking months..and THIS is how she breaks the silence.
 Months passed, and Jaime felt comfortable enough to visit his niece when she
came home from school. He found out, through eavesdropping, that Sansa and Jon
didget together.
  So..they're fine with cousins dating, and not me. Fucking Stark's. 
 She hadn't started school yet, but planned on applying to the K.L. School of
Design, a mere two hour drive from here. 
  Forget it Jaime..it's already been a year. The girl used you to get over the
love of her life, at the cost of alienating her family. Leave well enough
alone. 
 Another summer, another graduation. This time Tommen's, and this timeit was
his sisterwho needed to slow down her drinking. By the end of the night, she'd
touched him so often, he slammed her against the wall at the bottom of the
basement stairs, and fucked her furiously. He hadn't touched a woman since
Sansa and lasting long was not going to happen.
 They slipped back into their routine shortly after. She'd visit him, carrying
various excuses in a bag to bring him, and beg to be licked, and fucked and
held. He did,without mercy,taking her, in more vile ways than he ever had
before. Everything he tried, only spurred her on. He whispered nasty things in
her ear, was rough with her. He put it in her ass, demanded she suck him off,
calling her a whore while he fucked her mouth. He pulled, bit, spanked, and
pounded her relentlessly. Angry fucking is all he ever seemed to want from her
nowadays, and she took it..all of it..and still wanted to be held afterwards. 
  Then, one day, Sansa came to him. She was in the loveliest summer dress he'd
ever seen. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, red and wild, over her doll
white skin. He held his breath at the sight of her, squinting at the sight as
though she were a mirage. 
 "Sansa..my god, come HERE."He pulled her close. 
  His lips were on hers before she could utter a word. He longed to taste her
again. When his tongue slipped inside he was shocked that she tasted of old
sour wine. He pulled back and saw her laughing at him. Her laugh was piercing
and shrill. He started to back away until he felt her claws sink into his
chest.
 "Jaime!"
 He snapped his head off the pillow and felt a cold sweat shiver through his
body. His hair matted to his forehead when Cersai swiped it away with her
finger. She held both his arms and stroked down to his elbow, as he tried to
catch his breath and shake the dream off.
 "It's just a nightmare Jaime."
  He gathered his wits and looked around the bright room. "What time is it?" He
breathed. 
 "It's 2..we napped after..remember?" 
  That's right. She came here a little after 10, pastries and coffee in hand
and woke him in bed. He went down on her and flipped her over to take her from
behind before falling back asleep.
 "You should goCersei."
 "What?" She asked sitting up. "I should-go where?" 
 "I don't care, back home maybe? I have somewhere to be and I need to get
ready." 
 He quickly got out of bed and walked to his bathroom without looking back. He
could feel the heat of her stare at the back of his head, before closing the
door and locking it behind him.
 
  It was 5 when he finally pulled up to the campus. He had no information to go
on. He had no number he could call to get it. He didn't even know what
propelled him to drive two hours away out of the blue on the off chance that he
might actually see her. Parking the car in a lot beside the main building, he
got out of his car, and took his sunglasses off. Several groups of girls sat
under the shade of trees in front of him, while his eyes wandered around. A
group of girls by the entrance stared in his direction and he heard their
giggles when he averted his eyes and looked the opposite direction. That's when
he saw red and stopped breathing. 
  Unmistakable. 
  That hair.
  Those lips.
  Sansa.
 He wasn't aware that his breathing had stopped until an ache formed deep in
his chest. After looking upon her forever,he finally lifted his feet from glue
they were stuck in, and walked her way. She was knitting, no, sketching. He
smiled to himself and nearly stopped in his tracks when Sansa raised her head,
and spotted him.
 "My God, Jaime?"She smiled.
  He noticed something behind it. Sympathy? Sadness? Concern? Relief?It seemed
like all of the above. She dropped whatever she was working on, and stood
quickly. He wasn't prepared for her to be quite so excited to see him, when she
skipped forward and threw her arms around his neck. He lifted her off the
ground and groaned happily into her neck. 
 "Sansa. Jesus, it's so good to see you." The sentiment poured from his mouth.
  Her warm cheek touched his ear. "You too Jaime." She whispered softly. 
  He set her down and saw undoubtably, sadness across her face. "Are you
alright?"
 She bit her lip and looked over his shoulder. The corner of her lip crept
up. "Same car?" She asked, avoiding his question. 
  He turned to look back. "Oh..yeah."He answered, looking back at her.
 "Let's get out of here for a minute..take me for a drive." 
  She turned to gather her things, shoved them in a saggy tote and walked back,
grabbing his hand. He looked down at the gesture and stared for a moment. 
 "You sure?"
 She nodded. "Positive."
 
  He became more familiar with the surrounding area as he reacquainted himself
with the countryside of his youth. He attended school here as well, but it was
the University, and it was 22 years ago..before Sansa was even born. He was
grateful for how little the outskirts changed, remembering how often he'd sneak
out with his friends..and the occasional rendezvous with his sister.He shook
the thought from his head.
 "You went here right?" Sansa asked. 
 "Yes, a very long time ago." He grinned. 
 "Hmm..is it how you remembered?" 
 He sighed. "Yes..and no.That was a different time.I was a different
person then." He couldn't smile at the memory.
  Her hand reached out to touch his knee. His breath caught and he nearly
winced. "Sansa."He breathed. 
  She slowly started to move her hand up his thigh. "I never..we never.." He
could hear her voice cracking. "..got to say goodbye."The rest came out
quickly. 
 He swallowed. "Your parents..you and Jon happened.." It pained him so much to
say his name, he couldn't even complete the sentence.
  She withdrew her hand, placing it on her lap. "That's over."She fumbled her
fingers nervously. "I don't want to talk about that Jaime." 
 "Okay..what should we talk about then, the weather? Your classes?" He asked
sarcastically.
 "I don't want to talk at all."She spat. "Just take me back." 
  He saw the dirt road they use to take and made a sharp right turn. Speeding
down the road, his ill epuipt sports car hit every bump with a bang until he
slid to a halt by the trees. They both unbuckled their seat belts and angrily
got out of the car in unison.
  Sansa's hand smacked down on his roof. "What the fuck Jaime, I said take me
back!Not drive like a mad man into the damn woods!" 
 She walked around to the front of the car and put her hands on her hips. Her
chest was heaving in anger. 
 "Why did you come here?"Her voice like ice,and coming from her, so unfamiliar.
 He was suddenly at a loss for words. She was so beautiful.Even more beautiful
when she was pissed.Her eyes were as fiery as her hair, and in this moment,
looking at her, his groin reacted.
 "Jaime, why are you here?"She repeated. 
 "I..I needed to see you."His throat was dry.
 "Well, you've seenme. Can you take me back now?"She hissed. 
  His blood was racing,and now, HEwas pissed. 
 "Why?Why did you hug me? Hold my hand?"He started stepping closer to her, his
eyes narrowing into hers. "We never got to say goodbye?You ready to say
'goodbye'to me nowSansa?" 
  Before she could take a step back, his hand caught her arm and pulled her
close. He wrapped his fingers around her delicate wrist when she tried to pull
away. Her eyes and nostrils flared close to his face. 
 "It's been a year. I was just..happy to see a familiar face."She said flatly.
 "Happy to see a familiar face." He mocked, an inch from her face. Pressing his
erection against her hip, his lips brushed her cheek. "Not excited to feel a
familiar cock?"
  Her breathing was shallow and she stiffened. "No. I feel nothing."She replied
through clenched teeth. 
 "Is that so?" He smirked. 
 He twisted her around by her wrist and pushed her over the hood. Any concern
over hurting her, or doubt that hed gone too far, dissipated as soon as she
bent over and raised her ass. He lifted her skirt over her ass as her arms
spread across the hood in front of her while he held her down and smiled at her
pretty, rounded bottom pushed up. She didn't struggle to free herself from his
grasp when he slid his hand between her thighs, finding her underwear already
soaked through. His fingers circled outside the fabric and traced up and down
where he desperately wanted to be. Pushing his index finger up her core he
heard an unmistakable moan and looked down to see her mouth open.
 "That's a whole lot of nothingsweetheart." 
  She whimpered softly as Jaime teased her entrance with his fingers. He traced
up to her clit, and groaned when she pushed her ass back, making him throb in
his pants. He pushed his erection against her, finally slid her panties to the
side, and sunk two fingers into the wet cunt he'd been dreaming of for a year.
  He wanted to fuck her.Wanted her to scream his name until she lost her voice.
He moved his fingers inside her, feeling her getting more wet, and slicker with
each pump. She moaned loudly, moving down and up his hand until he felt her
thighs trembling. He was good with his fingers, and smiled at the familiarity
of the first time he made her cum.
 "There's the girl I rememeber..so tight, so fucking wet..and so eager to come
for me."
 He let go of her wrists, reached for his button and pulled his pants down
until his cock sprang free. Taking his fingers out of her, he pulled her
panties down below her ass and guided himself between her legs. Once he felt
the head of his cock resting between her swollen wet lips, he wanted to thrust
into her straight away, but hesitated.
 "Tell me you wantthis Sansa." He demanded.
  She squirmed beneath him, trying to back onto him, when he pulled back.
 "What do you say sweetheart?"
  She panted hard and her body lowered in defeat. "I..I want you Jaime. I want
your cock back inside me. Please fuck me. "She writhed again as she begged.
  Her pleas got him so hot, he entered her without making her wait another
second. Pushing deep inside her, he shut his eyes in the pure ache of filling
her tight, hot cunt.
 "Fuck..Sansa."He groaned.  
  He felt dizzy for a second, and landed over her back. Pulling out a few
inches, he sunk back inside and felt it all over again. Her arms spread over
the hood like wings, Jaime looked up to see her fingertips bent into the hood
and reached around with both hands to grab her breasts. He started moving
quicker, but kept a steady pace as he wanted to last as long as he could. He
raised his hand to his lips, put his finger in his mouth and slicked it up
generously, before reaching around again, this time to her clit. He moved it up
and down, then rolled small circles around her nub until she was clawing the
hood like an animal.
  He knew she was about to come. Her hot, high moans, became screams as he
pounded into her, smacking against her ass loudly. He was hot, hot everywhere,
the sweat from their bodies slap loudly as he throbbed inside her. Squeezing
him from the top all the way down his shaft, she became more wet, making it
easier to glide in and out of her. His thrusts became harder when he heard her
screams, her cries of pleasure, and it brought him to the edge immediately.  
  "Jaime I'm coming..I'm..oh god..Jaime..fuck!"
 "Thats my girl, cumming aroundcmy cock. I want to feel it Sansa." He panted
heavily as he felt ready to explode.
 "Yes Jaime. God..yes!" 
 She began clenching around him and slammed her palms flat against the hood.
Her moans came in high pitched bursts as her body shuddered beneath his. His
stomach burned, when he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips before
ramming into her, spilling inside with a primal growl. His body jerked over her
back, against her ass, her thighs, as he pulsed into Sansa and tried to find
breath. 
 "Fuck..fuck Sansa."He panted.
  Both depleted,he briefly lay over her limp back for a minute. She turned her
face over, resting her cheek on the car, still breathing heavily. He stood and
slowly pulled out of her. She started to get up when he walked back to his car
door and pulled a shirt from the back seat, fearing the aftermath.
 "Here, you can use this."He offered.
 She cleaned herself quickly and handed him back the shirt with a small smile
on her lips. 
 "What Sansa.was that.." His words were interrupted by her quick step forward
and suddenly her lips on his.
  They tasted sweet,nothing like his nightmare. When she pulled back she was
beaming. He buttoned his pants and smiled back, relieved.
 "Take me to dinner Jaime..I'm ravenous."She growled.
 "Anywhere you want.Anything. Anything you want."He insisted.
  Before they got back in the car she looked at him over the roof. "Jaime?"
 "Yeah?"
 "Don't bring him up again."She said in all seriousness. 
 He nodded. "I won't Sansa."
  He didnt care to bring up Jon's name ever again. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I know, I know..I gave you such a sweet Jonsa moment..but it's
     chapter 4 y'all. Surely you didn't assume I would wrap a pretty bow
     on this fic in 4 chapters. There's more to the story, hence the tags.
     Hope you enjoyed this one! Thanks for reading, everyone!
***** This Morning, We Were Happy *****
Chapter Notes
     The explanation. All Jon's POV.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
 
  He tossed around in bed like he had for months, keeping his eyes closed in
fear of looking at the clock. It had to be past one. He hadn't had a good
night's sleep since he moved here, and knew exactly why. His mind started to
wander when his phone vibrated on the nightstand. He opened his eyes. 2:37 a.m.
Perfect.He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and groaned when he saw Robb's
name.
 "You know I'm 6 hours ahead of you right?" 
 "Don't act like you were sleeping." Robb snapped.
 "What is it, everyone okay?"
 "We have a problem Jon."
  He held his breath. He knew by Robb's tone what it was. Sansa. 
 "How..w-when?"
 "He had to have visited her, and I don't know when. Recently, maybe a few days
ago."
  Jon sighed, rubbing his temple and forehead. 
 "She won't answer anyone's calls, and for some reason, Cersei is up in arms
about it, driving Uncle Robert so crazy he's come to the house. He drank too
much, and passed out on the couch."
 "What do you want me to do about it Robb, she's an adult. She's made her
choice and has every right to do so." He sighed heavily. 
  The words came out of his mouth, and even if they were true, he didn't feel
it. He wanted to come out of his skin right now, but Robb would only encourage
him.
 "She made her choice because of the choice youmade, you moron." 
  Here we go.
 "You have an entire family surrounding you. Both your parents, sisters and
brothers, I have one. One damn person I'm connected to-"
 "That's bullshit Jon. Weare your family. Sansa was family, she would have made
you her family forever, she loved you, and you left her for a stranger."
 "She's not a stra-look,what's done is done, and she clearly loved me enough to
wait three whole months before running back to Jaime fucking Lannister!"
  He yelled the last three words and hung up. He knew it was only a matter of
time before she sought comfort, for the heart he crushed three months ago...
 
  They were on the couch watching one of her shows. Her long legs stretched out
over his lap and he spent the better part of an hour caressing her legs under
her pajama bottoms. He was watching TV with her and trying to get interested,
but it was hard. Literally. 
  She moaned in protest when he stopped massaging her calf. 
 "Why'd you stop?" She whined.
  He grinned. "Because I need to..calm down. Touching you is turning me on, and
you're watching this." His eyes went to the TV.
  She paused the show and threw the controller down on the table.
 "I'd rather watch you on top of me." She teased. 
  Jon arched a brow and slowly tugged at her pants. She lifted her butt and her
feet while he pulled them off. Her right leg draped off the couch as he crawled
slowly between her, stopping to kiss her upper thigh. He looked up to see her
biting her bottom lip with her eyes squeezed shut. 
  He kissed down, closer in between her thighs until the scent of her drove him
mad, and he lifted her up from under her thighs. He licked her from bottom to
the top, thrusting back down to thrust small strokes inside her cunt, before
licking back up. Teasing her from the bottom drove her crazy, he let the tip of
his tongue lick around, then into the tight hole until she was bucking forward
into his mouth. He felt her fingers through his hair, tugging softly at first
then forcefully as his tongue plunged in and out of her. 
 Her whimpers became short whining gasps as she jerked on his hair and dug her
ass deep into the couch. He knew she was ready to come and lapped around her
clit, sliding two fingers inside her wet cunt, before feeling her clenching
around them. Her thighs trembled around his face as she grasped his hair and
cried out. Her shaky, broken moans echoed in his living room, and spurred him
on to lick her more, while his cock throbbed to be inside her, he wanted to
keep feeling and hearing her climax.
 "Ohhh ahhh fuck..Jon!"She gasped. 
  He finally slowed his tongue, sliding his fingers out of her and not able to
resist tasting them. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled down at
him. Her eyes briefly darted to the coffee table when he heard his phone
vibrate. 
 "Who's..Dany?" She asked, still breathless.
  Fuck.
  She practically lived with him now. She had clothes in his drawer, her
toothbrush, makeup, shampoo and hair dryer had found their way into his
bathroom. Her favorite creamer was in his fridge for christ sake, and after
months of bliss with her, he'd forgotten to mention Dany. Maybe not forgotten,
as much as she had just taken over his life. He was so blissfully happy with
her, he put meeting Dany to the back of his mind. 
  He sat up, his eyes darted to his phone and saw that he'd missed her call. He
looked back at Sansa, her eyes wide, blue, and curious. 
 "Dany is my Aunt..from my father's..my father's side." He said softly.
 "Your Aunt? She looks young." Sansa said flatly.
  Damn profile picture. She was beautiful and young, and right now her profile
picture was a closeup of her face, her perfect white teeth through a huge
smile, and her almost white, blonde hair swept around her face.
  Jon nodded. "Well, yeah. She's my age." He almost winced, this wasn't going
well. 
 "Hmm." Sansa scooted up and sat with her feet on the floor.
 "Sansa I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her. I met her when I was in Spain.
She found me online and sent me a message about being related and told me if I
ever wanted to meet.." He mumbled the rest as he saw Sansa's eyes starting to
narrow.
 "You met her while you were away? You left to meet her?"
 "Sansa, I was crushed when I saw you with Jaime that morning." She scoffed and
a pang of anger shot through him. "Yes. Crushed. I'd just broken things off
with Ygritte about five minutes before you were driven up the driveway to do
your walk of shame in front of me and Robb." He didn't know why he jumped so
quickly to being defensive, and why he'd take a shot like that at her. He knew
why actually, he was still pissed. 
 "So you flew to Europe to meet your young bleach-blonde Aunt to help you get
over me?" She spat.
 "Sansa it wasn't like that! We're related!"
 "So are WE Jon! And you just had your face between my legs! Did you do that
with her?"
 "No! Sansa stop, that's not-we're getting off the point here."
 "Okay Jon, what was the point in you not telling me that while you were on
your heartbreak tour in Europe, you met a surviving member of your father's
side of the family, who's young, and beautiful and is calling you with her
pretty face blasting across your phone."
  He tilted his head and wondered how it escalated so far as to elicit such a
childish remark. Did she realize how ridiculous this all was?
 "I came back..and nothing else has mattered since I saw you." He said as he
reached for her hand.
  For a second, he thought she'd take his hand into hers and calm down, but her
flaring nostrils said otherwise. Sure enough, she pulled away from him and
stood up, walking into the kitchen. 
 "Sansa, what are you doing." He asked as he got up to follow her. 
  She whipped around, her wild locks chasing her head and bouncing around her
shoulders. 
 "We've spent almost every waking moment with each other since you've come
back. You told me about where you've been, what you've seen, even random people
you've met, and yet you didn't mention HER Jon. I'm just so curious as to why.
 "Yes, that's what you look like right now..curious." He huffed.
 "Okay I'm pissed! Why? Why didn't you tell me about her?"
 "Because I've been struggling with a decision about going back!"
  Sansa took a step back, her eyes widened in shock. "What?" She breathed.
  He took a deep breath, and knew right then, he fucked up. This was his fuck
up and she had every right to be pissed.
 "She was left her father's business after her brother was killed. She offered
me a job in the company after we got to know each other..and NOT that way
Sansa. Nothing happened. We just spent some time getting to know each other.
She had a lot of stories to tell me about my father's side of the family, and I
wanted to know. I've never known him. She barely did either, but she grew up
with his side of the family, and had a lot more insight than I've ever heard.
We became close. I feel close to her. Can you understand that?"
  Sansa was chewing on her nails and he could see tears rimming her eyes. She
blinked and a single tear rolled down her cheek, breaking his heart. 
 "Sansa I'm sorry. Please..I love you. I love you so much, I'd all but
forgotten the only family I have since we-"
 "The only family you HAVE?" She choked. "Dany didn't raise you. She didn't
wake you up on Christmas morning. She didn't bounce you on her knee when you
were 7 years old. She didn't run like lightening off the boat slip to
cannonball into the river every summer. You just MET her. You HAVE a family
Jon..you were raised by your family."
  He swallowed hard. She was right of course, but so was he. How could he make
her understand?
 "You're right, you're right Sansa."
  She started to grab for her keys on the counter and raced by him, pulling a
jacket off the rack.
 "Sansa, you can't leave now, we're not done!"
 "I'm done. I can't listen to anymore right now. I'm going home." She jerked
the door open and slammed it shut in his face. 
  He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He twisted the handle and pulled the
door open, watching her in slippers, pajama pants and his jacket as she angrily
got in her car. Under normal circumstances, he would have laughed at the sight,
but this was far from funny. 
 "Sansa get back in here and let's talk about this like adults please!" 
 "Go call your 'family' back asshole." She shot back before closing the car
door and speeding away. 
  Another angry redhead peeling away. Great. 
  He walked back into the house and slumped on the sofa, turning his head to
look at the spot she'd just been so happy laying in. He covered his face with
both hands as his head fell back, and groaned loudly. His phone started to
vibrate once more. He opened his eyes and saw her face again. Sitting up, he
picked up his phone and pressed the green call button.
 "Hey Dany."
 
  He pulled up to the Stark's, sitting behind the wheel after turning it off.
He had some explaining to do, and it was going to have to start with the man of
the house. He realized the huge mistake of keeping Dany from them. At first, he
tried to blame it on how quickly things moved with Sansa the moment he came
back, but he knew he could have just told them that night. He planned to,
planned to tell them that he met her, and after spending some time getting to
know her, she'd made an offer to sit with her on the board of his Grandfather's
company.
  All of that went to shit after Sansa answered the door and kissed him. What
made matters worse, was the Stark's accepting their relationship. That's what
stopped him. They rallied behind him to be with her, however desperately
inclined they were forced to accept their daughter dating her cousin, didn't
matter. That night, he saw the way they admired the two of them falling in love
openly, in front of their eyes, and smiled.  He was so grateful for it,
grateful for her, and after that night, he could think of no one else. She was
everything, and he happily shut the rest of the world out.
  Dany continued to message him, asking when he was coming back. He simply
responded with "Taking longer than I thought. I'll let you know soon." He
didn't tell her about Sansa. He didn't tell Sansa about her. He kept thinking
the right moment to bring it up would present itself, and he knew he was wrong
for thinking it. Sansa discussed going to school. Her parents agreed to let her
have a break from going to school for a year, and that was more than enough.
She wanted to work on her future, start doing something that would bring her
closer to what she was passionate about, but admitted that it would tear her
apart to leave him behind. 
  They were still new, but she made him feel like she'd love him forever, and
the possibility of being a mere two hours away from her was hard enough. He was
stalling, and this..was inevitable. 
  Ned and Robb had sat back and listened quietly to the whole story being told.
He started at the beginning. They nodded until he got to the part about this
morning, specifically the part he could hold off no longer.
 "So, I'm going to go. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'd-we would
never want for anything for the rest our lives." He still had Sansa in mind for
the future. 
 "You're doing this for money?" Robb squinted at him.
 "No Robb. Did you hear anything I just said?" 
 "Let me get this straight. You fell in love with my sister. She broke your
heart and you leave and meet this mysterious Aunt you've only known about for a
year and a half. She's president of your Grandfather's company in Europe, and
offers you, her only family who she's never met before a seat on the board. You
come back, start seeing my sister and we barely see the two of you for three
months straight and NOW..you're moving away from your life here, and the only
family you've ever known, for what? To be close to this Aunt of yours?"
 "Robb." Ned warned. 
 "No Dad, I really want to understand. Sansa's shut in her room upstairs, this
one comes walking in here, finally telling us about all this..it's going to
kill her. She'll be..she'll BREAK if you leave her Jon."
 "Are you coming back?" Ned asked sternly.
 "Yes." He swallowed. "After she teaches me the ropes and I spend enough time
on the board, learning how to run the business, she hopes I'll be able to open
an office in the City."
 "How long will that be?" Robb asked.
 "I don't know yet." He folded his hands. "Two maybe three years?" 
 "You're leaving for three YEARS?" Sansa asked loudly from behind them. 
 "Sansa." He breathed. "Sweetling, please-"
  Too late. She was already storming out the front door. He was on his feet and
running after her. When he opened the door, his heart dropped. She sat on the
bottom step with her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. 
 "Sansa." He whispered, sitting next to her on the step.
 "You..you talked to her..one conversation and that's IT? I..I love you Jon." 
  His chest tightened in one huge knot as he tried to breathe. "I love you too.
I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life Sansa."
 "Then why are you doing this? Why are you leaving? How could you LEAVE?" 
  He took a deep breath and felt the pain in his chest again. "Sansa you are
nineteen years old. You haven't even started school yet. What kind of man would
I be if I asked you to give up everything you've dreamed of doing just to be by
my side from this day forward?"
 "You'd be mine Jon. I am yours." She cried. 
 "I'll always be yours Sansa, this doesn't have to change that. We would be
apart for two years while you go to school-"
 "Two hours apart Jon! Two hours! Not another fucking continent!"
  He felt defeated. She was right. He felt selfish. This was a mistake. 
 "I'll call her Sansa. I'll..I'll explain I just can't leave. Not now." He
reached for her hand.
  She pulled away from his touch. "You've said yes?""
  He tightened his jaw and nodded. 
 "You kept this from me for three months straight, thought about taking her up
on her offer before you showed up at our door on Christmas, start a romantic
affair with me and one fight..and you told her YES?" 
  He felt cornered. Nothing he could say was going to make this right. She
listened to him talk to Ned and Robb and knew everything. He couldn't feel more
terrible than he did right now. 
 "I'm sorry. Sansa I'm so sorry..let me fix this. I can fix it."
 "No Jon. You can't. I..I won't be in a relationship with someone who lies."
 "I didn't lie to you."
  She shot him a look, and he cowered. "Come with me." He pleaded.
  She looked as though she pondered it for a moment then shook her head. 
 "I need to start school." More tears rolled down her cheeks. "I could have
made long distance work Jon. It would have worked."
 "It still can Sansa please..please don't."
 "Don't what? You came here to do it didn't you..I'm just beating you to it." 
 "I didn't come here to break up with you Sansa-"
 "Well I'm breaking up with you. You can chase this dream of yours, and learn
your other family's business-"
  He stopped her with a desperate kiss. He couldn't take the heartbreak of it
anymore. Her cheeks were wet on his, and he winced when he felt her push him
away. Her eyes still closed, she held her hand against his chest and slowly
stood.
 "Goodbye Jon."
  No. No. How did it come to this? This couldn't be happening. He woke up with
her arms draped over him this morning and now she was saying goodbye. He got up
to rush back into the house after her, and stopped when Robb opened the door. 
 "She's already upstairs. You'd better go." 
 "Robb..I love her..please."
 "I'll talk to her Jon, but-"
  He reluctantly turned to leave as Robb's words died in his throat. 
 
 He picked up his phone and texted her. 
  I need to talk to you. Come down real quick.
 He knew Dany would be awake. They both suffered from insomnia, only hers was
actual insomnia. His was just..
  A light knock at his door and he quickly walked from his room to open it.
They lived in the same building. One floor, two penthouses. One hers and the
other, his. She wore a silk slip dress under her robe, with her hair loosely
hanging around her shoulders. She was very beautiful, and it caught Jon off
guard. They had many late night talks, but she usually wore pants and a t-
shirt, not this. He saw more of her than he ever had before. 
 "What's wrong?" She asked. 
 "Word from home. Sansa." He sighed. 
  She tightened her lips and looked at him sympathetically. 
 "Want to talk about it?"
 "Please." He nodded.
  She moved past him through the door and towards the living room. Walking over
to the liquor cabinet, she pulled out the bottle of red she kept there and
poured two glasses. She was the only friend he had here, and this was just
another late night chat. He sat on the couch, and instead of taking the seat
across from him, she stepped closer to sit next to him. Her left arm rested
behind his head as she drew the glass of wine to her lips and drank. 
 "Tell me what happened."
  He laid it all out for her, finally revealing parts of their past she didn't
know about yet. He never told her about Jaime, until now, he left Jaime out of
it. Talking about him to Dany, did what it had always done whenever he thought
about that bastard, it pissed him off. She could see it. Her eyes widened many
times during the story and he ran through it quickly. 
 "I mean, she's not a child. They can't lock her up, I don't know what they
expect me to do."
 "They expect you to go back and rescue her from the bad, scary man who's twice
her age Jon."
 "He's not bad." He couldn't believe he was saying it. "And he's far from
scary..most women think he's quite-ugh..charming." 
 "Hmm..jealous?" She teased.
 "Shut up." He downed the wine in his glass. "Yes, I am jealous. But not like
that.I'm really pissed off Dany."
 "I can tell." She said, leaning forward to pour more wine.
 "Should I go back? Talk to her? I could bring her back here with me, there are
tons of design schools here. I could make her happy. I could make it right."
 "Wait, you're going to go back and try to draw her away from this hot,
charming older man who she's been in a relationship with before? No. Jon. If
she wanted you, she'd be with you." 
  The thought of her being with Jaime made him sick to his stomach. He was
burning with anger and sat his glass down before he broke it. She set hers down
and lay the same hand on his knee, while her fingers twirled the back of his
hair. Jon felt chills at her touch. She moved to sit closer to him, keeping her
hand on his knee. He searched her eyes, suddenly serious, and now burning into
his. 
 "Why did you call me down here?" She softly asked.
  Oh god no. Not for that. He didn't call her for that. He just needed to
talk. 
  Her hand snaked up his thigh, fingernails scraped into his flesh, before she
was about three inches from his cock, which, to his horror, was growing. He
slapped his hand down hard over hers and shot her a warning glance. 
 "Dany, what are you doing? I didn't ask you here for that." 
 "I'm doing what Targaryen's do." 
  She leaned over and pressed her lips onto his. His hand somehow loosened and
let her move further up his thigh until she was cupping his cock over his
pants. She moved her body closer against his, her leg draped over his thigh as
her fingers gripped around and started pumping, thrusting her tongue into his
mouth, she moaned.
  His fingers went through the back of her hair to pull her closer when he felt
ice cold. He snapped back and pushed her off him when eyes snapped open.
 "What? What's the matter?" She panted.
 "It feels..this is wrongDany. I can't do this, I'm sorry, you need to go."
 "What?" 
  He untangled from her and stood quickly. She reached out to touch him and he
stepped back. 
 "You're hard, just now, you were ready to fuck me. You're stillhard." She
snapped.
 "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Dany, I..I didn't mean to mislead you."
  She scoffed and picked up her glass, downing it in one gulp. 
 "Get some sleep, we have a meeting in 5 hours." 
  With that, she buzzed out of his room and shut the door hard behind her. 
  He didn't sleep at all that night.
 
  Another Christmas, the same damn porch, only he knew Sansa wouldn't be on the
other side of the door this time. He rented his house to Sam and Gilly so he
drove a rental from the airport and had to stay at the Stark's for the
holidays. It wasn't the Stark's. It was his home. The home he grew up in. This
was his family. Everyone inside this house loved him. He should have felt
happier than he did to be home, but sadness overwhelmed him. 
  This time Arya answered the door. She threw her arms around his neck and
hugged him tight. 
 "I'm so glad you came back for Christmas Jon!"
  He closed his eyes and hugged her tight. "Me too Arya."
  As she led him into the house, he was both relieved and heartbroken not to
see Sansa. Robb had his girlfriend over. Arya had introduced him to her
boyfriend. The boys, both taller than him now, wanted to hear all about Dany,
who they made clear, was the hottest woman he knew. Ned and Cat insisted Jon
eat until he couldn't move, and no one mentioned Sansa through the entire
evening. After a long shower, he went to the spare room and looked at his
phone. Dany texted him to wish him a happy holiday with his family, and warned
him not to do anything stupid. He chuckled at the text. She knew very well, he
was capable of resisting doing something stupid..like fucking your Aunt, but
knew what and whoshe meant. 
  He lay in bed, unable to sleep for what seemed like hours. He had no idea how
long he'd slept, when he felt movement beside him in bed. He assumed he was
dreaming until he felt the soft touch of of her hand over his stomach.
 "Welcome home Jon." She purred.
  His whole body flushed with warmth, and he nearly wept. 
 "Sansa."
Chapter End Notes
     It was hard...REALLY hard for me to write that part with Dany and
     Jon, as they're my NoTP..and I know I'm a hypocrite as I have Sansa
     being screwed by Jaime, but it's a hell of a lot easier for me to
     write that than it is for me to even imagine..the other.
     Ill be posting an update to this ASAP.
***** Truth be Told *****
Chapter Summary
     Jon is back, and Jaime's truth comes out.
Chapter Notes
     To Janina: ❤️
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
 
 "What..Sansa what are you doing here?"
  Her hand lay close enough to feel his heart racing, and she slowly lay her
head over his chest. She felt his muscles, still tense under her arm and closed
her eyes, hoping no more words would be spoken. It was too painful, and she
didn't want anymore pain. This, this right here, is all she wanted..for now.
Could he just breathe, wrap his arms around her body and hold her? That would
say more than any words he could possibly speak. 
  Moving only to nestle closer to him, her head moved with his chest as his
breath steadied. He gave in and began moving his arm around her shoulder with
an exasperated sigh. Perhaps he needed this as much as she did. Maybe he read
her mind. In all likeliness, this simply felt good. It felt natural. It
required no revelation. No words.
I'll just curl up and fall asleep in your arms as comfortably as I have known,
and my real life exhausts me more than it should. I find myself overwhelmed
with thoughts of how stubborn I am, and I want it to change Jon. I don't
deserve you. Why can't we just say it? It's too much.
It's too much.
His heart slowed under her ear, his body eased when she heard his head shift on
the pillow. She welcomed the slow rythym of his breathing and let her mind rest
as they both fell asleep.
 
Missing the warmth of his embrace while she walked downstairs, Sansa wrapped
the collar of her robe around her shoulders and rounded the steps into the
kitchen. She glanced at the time on the microwave and sighed while opening the
fridge door. Taking a bottle of water, she turned and gasped sharply at the
figure across the counter. 
"Jesus Robb-"
"Home for the holidays San?"
Sansa allowed the fridge door to shut leaving only the light from above the
oven, she couldn't see her brother's face anymore. 
"Y-yeah..um, yeah." She stumbled, she knew it was coming.
"Hmm, would've been nice if Mom knew."
Okay, this was to be expected. 
Her throat became more dry than what drove her downstairs in the first place.
She twisted the cap and took several gulps before she breathed. Robb would call
her out on her shit without holding back, and this was the moment for it. She
tried to think of something, anything to say. Of course, she had thought of
exactly what to say, but a lot had been added to her explanation as of late and
it sounded more and more ridiculous in her head. The thought of claiming
legitimate insanity was considered, until her stubborn nature devoured it. 
"Come on Robb, whatever is going on in my life, I'll always be here for
Christmas."
She tried to reply confidently, but his soft, not very amused chuckle made her
dread what was coming. The safety of Jon's arms was worth more than thirst..and
this.Why in the hell did she leave it?
"Ah Sansa." Robb sighed. "I'm happy to see you, I'm sure our parents will be
overjoyed to see you, and overlook everything the past few m-"
"Robb, it's late." She boldly interrupted.
As she began her escape, Robb stood from his chair and moved around the
counter. Coming to stand in front of her, she noticed the hurt in his eyes and
stood frozen in guilt. 
"I think you're right. It is late. Too late." Robb spoke under his breath. 
"Its not." She insisted. "I..I'm not here to cause anymore drama."
"You brought that in the second you walked through the door. You came back to
our home after months of no word and-"
Sansa began to step around him already knowing what he'd say, with no interest
in hearing it, when she felt turned around by her arm.
"Robb-"
"I know-we all know Sansa. It's not a secret, and while it's none of my
business, I want you to consider my advice anyway." He pulled her closer as she
held her breath. "You are with him, or you are with Jon. You can not have them
both. Make your decision and stick to it, because you-"
"I'm not talking about it right now Robb." She snapped while wriggling free.
Hearing him growl, Sansa spun around in anger and contemplated leaving. Her
keys were on the hutch just a few feet away. She could grab them and leave. In
her robe. In the middle of the night.
"Go ahead. I won't mention you were here, and I'll just explain to Jon that
you.."
Robb's words died in his throat and she felt the sting of tears. She missed her
brother. Missed her family. She missed Robb. She missed..
"Robb." She choked.
Sobbing the moment he embraced her, Sansa held onto her brother and let it all
come out. Every tear she hadn't cried, every feeling she held inside, every
truth she'd kept to herself, as Robb listened. Gracious, patient and without
interrupting, he was the friend she needed at that exact moment in her life. 
 
One month earlier...
 
"Oh yes...yes, yes, yesssss, ahhh it feels so ah-mmmmm." Sansa moaned.
Jaime parted her lips as she hummed into his mouth. As their tongues danced
together, she held tightly around his shoulders as his fingers glided under her
silk panties. His present to her was soaked less than half an hour of trying
them on for him and now he was deliberately keeping her on the edge of
cumming. 
"Jaime please." She begged.
Jaime groaned in response and pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt. Her back
arched off the bed as she panted heavily. He lost his mind when she begged and
it got her what she wanted, every time. Writhing against his slow circling
thumb on her clit, Sansa licked her lips on the cusp of peaking. 
"Yes, oh god yes Daddy." 
"Fucking hell Sansa." He growled. 
Jaime withdrew his fingers as Sansa bit her lip, anticipating quite the grand
finale, and oh how she needed it. His touch was perfect and she came to crave
it. It got dirtier, rougher, more animalistic than she'd ever imagined, and her
body needed him. 
"Anhhh!!" She screamed out as he entered her.
She heard Jaime growl, his fingertips dug into her shoulders as their bodies
synced and she felt like sobbing. So wet, he had easily slid deep inside her,
Sansa's strained moan came out almost silent. She bit down and heard him
grunting about how wet she was, some curse words and the heat of his breath on
her neck before he began to move. And move he did, in the most subtle way at
first. A slight roll of his hips, coming out enough to swipe down her clit
before pushing back in.
"Oh fuck Jaime..move." 
She sounded like a whining child, a beggar, and in the moment she could care
less, wanting only to climax around his cock. She wanted it to last, but wanted
it now. 
I want a lot.
Jaime seemed to know exactly what she wanted and responded immediately. By
immediately, he meant to torture her. The more she writhed, encouraged movement
with her feet flat over his calves, lifting her hips higher, then wrapping her
legs around his ass to navigate, the more he resisted. His breath came out slow
and steady as hers quickened, she could almost feel him grinning. 
"You son of a bitch." She hissed.
Jaime chuckled and hummed as he thrust back into her. 
"Too eager my love." 
She was on the edge of losing her mind when she felt him nip on her earlobe.
Biting her bottom lip hard, she refused to give him the satisfaction. 
Fine. I can play this game.
Another soft chuckle came from his breath and she dug her nails into his back.
"Saaaaansaaa." He warned. 
"I'm not afraid to draw blood." She replied.
That got the response she intended. The sound of bodies slapping together
echoed through his room. Sansa squealed in ecstasy as Jaime pounded into her.
She felt her hair being pulled from the back and lifted her hips as the blood
raced hot through her body. The nerves began pooling and tightening at her
core, she felt herself getting more and more wet with each thrust. Her moans
turned obscene when the base of his cock slicked up and down her clit, bringing
her closer and closer....
And closer..close...close..
"I'm cumming."She choked.
"That's my girl, cum for daddy."
"Oh fuck." Sansa cried.
A flash of white a second later and her body seized, clenching around him in
spasms as a last powerful thrust signaled his own release. A warmth spread
through her body as he filled her, her breath coming out shakily as he held
onto her tightly, his own orgasm shuddering over her. Connected to every inch
of him, she could feel his need for her and was about to sigh when a slam came
from his open door.
 
"She's gone." 
Sansa just sat there. In one of his t-shirts. In his kitchen. 
Dumbfounded.
What the hell just happened?
She had brothers. This was..unusual. 
"Sansa-"
"What..was that?" She nearly whispered.
Jaime swallowed and seemed to compose himself before replying.
"Before you give me some bullshit explanation Jaime-" She stopped to breathe
deeply. "I don't..just don't lie to me. I saw the two of you arguing. I saw her
reaction. I can understand that US is a hard pill to swallow..but that.."
Stopping to take another breath, she continued. "That seemed like.."
"It's..complicated." 
"For Christ sake Jaime, what isn't?" She felt tired already. "Just give it to
me straight."
He sighed heavily, rested his hand on the counter as though he needed to brace
himself, and hung his head low. Then, Sansa noticed it. 
His age. It showed. In that very moment, she watched Jaime age ten years before
her eyes. The sudden urge to ease his pain so he wouldn't have to say it..
"How long Jaime?"
His poor soul.
Pain. 
Conflict.
Loyalty.
Love.
She saw it all. Every wrinkle in his frown, every sporadic gray through his
hair and the scruff on his face, the faded shimmer in those gleaming eyes, made
it so perfectly clear.
"We were just children." 
It came from his lips in the saddest, softest tone. She could feel the pain
from it. Knowing something in your head is torturous enough. Saying it aloud to
anyone..that, made it more real than yourself. Sansa knew, this was the first
time he'd ever said it aloud. Her face softened. Her shoulders relaxed as she
fought the urge to run and embrace him. 
When he finally managed to raise his head and looked at her, it was through
eyes filled with tears. Tears of frustration, and damn..she could understand.
"I have never loved anyone." He managed. "I haven't known anything else Sansa."
She had to swallow hard herself, and gripped the edge of the counter to keep
the tears back.
"I don't..I don't-" His hand ran through his hair as he balled his hand into a
fist. "I don't know what I can say to make sense of this. It's horrible, and I
know it's horrible, and I honestly never thought of it as horrible or even gave
a shit what anyone thought until.." 
His voice quivered, making it hard to hold the tears back. Sansa felt them roll
down her cheeks as she moved to get up from her chair.
"Don't." He demanded, holding his hand up as he looked down. "You should go
Sansa, this..this is over."
Her mouth hung open, unwilling to believe he was simply done. What she'd
forgive. What she would be willing to accept. A truth that meant more than the
sin. A chance he was clearly throwing away. 
Her words were all caught in her throat. Deeper in fact. Backed up all the way
down to her heart, that felt like it was being squeezed. Her lungs felt as
though there was no room to breathe. 
"Go!" He shouted. 
"You fool." She choked. 
 
 
Waking up up in her own bed, Sansa looked up to see Robb sitting by her side. 
"Merry Christmas dummy."
"Merry Christmas." She mumbled. 
She heard the faint voices of her family downstairs and as she sat up slowly,
looking at Robb with concern. He reached out gently to touch her cheek.
"Listen." He waited as they listened together. She heard Bran laugh with her
Dad. Robb smirked and met her eyes. Taking a deep breath he stroked her cheek.
"That, that's what you're here for..right?"
Sansa nodded, feeling the lump in her throat.
"Because Sansa, we are a family, and this one just happens to be hell-bent on
sticking together. So whatever happened, whatever is going on, and all the
drama happening in ALL of our lives, hey..we are a family, a pretty damn great
one, and God damnit, we'll get through it..together." 
She just nodded as the tears began to roll. Robb kindly wiped them away with
his thumbs and kissed her forehead. 
"It's going to be okay Sansa." 
She happily eased into his embrace and nodded silently. Robb pulled back
gripping her shoulders with both hands and shook her once. 
"We're Starks San."
Yes. We are.
 
"Do you have a moment Sansa?" 
She stared at Jon with the gift in her lap. His eyes dark and wide, discarding
everything around them. Her eyes scanned the room and was met with no means of
escape. Somehow, after Jon had handed her his gift last, the family had
gathered in the kitchen now and there was nowhere to hide. No excuse to be
made. Keeping her mouth from hanging open like an idiot, she folded her hands
over the thoughtful gift in her lap and sighed, defeated.
Nodding slowly, he rose and extended his hand. As she took it, he led her to
the back door and stood still. Standing there, her hand in his, she watched him
stare out as though it were miles. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He
was so exquisite, so beautiful, such a perfect fool. 
"I've missed you." She blurted.
The smallest hint of a smile played at the corner of his lips and she felt a
twinge of relief. 
"I love you Sansa." He said, continuing to stare straight ahead. "I..I love
you, and I don't think I will ever love anyone like that."
God she missed him. Her heart cracked in two at the thought of losing him. What
had happened that the love for this man could not resolve? How she believed
him. How she saw how much he loved her. Was there anything more than that? Why
hadn't it been enough? Why had doubt destroyed the most beautiful thing she had
ever known? 
He finally turned to look at her, and that look.
That look.
She was not prepared for it. 
"Run away with me?" 
Oh, could it please be that simple.
She felt as though she'd run away before. 
Could she stop being afraid.
Afraid? Of WHAT?
"Sansa?" Her father's voice came from behind them. 
As she turned, she saw him holding her stocking. 
"Jon..did you?" Ned asked as he turned it upside down. The box fumbked in his
hand as he stared at Jon. "Is this you?"
She looked at him, her eyes wide and breath caught in her throat. His jaw
clenched and a dread filled her empty stomach as her father opened the small
box. 
She knew what it was. Knew who it was from, and knew this was the wrong fucking
moment for it. 
"No." Jon replied flatly, snatching his hand away from hers. "It's not me."
Chapter End Notes
     I honestly feel like crap for how long it's been since I've updated
     anything. There is no excuse when you have a passion, and believe
     me..THIS is a passion. But IRL, my passion is..well, it's cooking.
     And when you're a chef at a french restaurant in New Orleans, that's
     pretty much your life..that, and family. I'm here. I swear, I'm here.
     Thank you to EVERYONE who's still with me and please believe, I am so
     appreciative.
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