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“NOW that we’ve got your problem dealt with, I’m heading back to Winter Town with Robb.” Jon didn’t have any luggage other than the clothes he’d arrived in. His picture was tucked away in his pocket.
Sansa tugged on his shirt. “Don’t.”
Jon froze. “Don’t what?”
She bit her lip. “Don’t go now. Stay another week.”
They’d spent yesterday celebrating their victory over Euron and his crew. Olly had left a few hours ago. He was spending another day in Paris before heading back to his hometown in Romania. Robb had checked out of his hotel and spent the day at Sansa’s, but was now preparing to depart. And Jon had intended to leave with him, but now . . . He glanced at Robb.
Robb shrugged. “Don’t forget about me too much.”
Jon laughed. “I can’t promise that. I might forget your face in a week.” He glanced back at Sansa. “Are you sure?” He missed her response as Robb drew him into a bear hug, clapping his back.
Robb released him and pulled Sansa to him. “I’m still mad at you about Margaery,” he whispered, before planting a kiss on her head and crushing her in a hug. “You two don’t bring the house down.” He disappeared out the door with one last wave.
“Why did you bite Margaery?” Jon asked as the door shut behind Robb.
“He doesn’t need her.” Sansa turned away from him.
“Are you jealous?” She wasn’t used to not getting her brother’s undivided attention. “You’re basically a teenager with an attitude.” Jon grinned as he traced a pattern across her shoulder.
“I’m older than you.”
“Not in human years.” Jon shook his head. “Twenty-one will always beat nineteen.”
Sansa turned and glared at him. His grin grew wider as he pulled her close and kissed her.
“You’re annoying,” she murmured against his lips.
“You’ve mentioned that before.”
“I’m not as evil as you two think I am,” Sansa muttered as they broke their kiss.
“You’re not evil. Just . . . spoiled.” His hand reached toward her but she grabbed it before he could make contact.
“Don’t get soft on me. Take that whichever way you want.” Sansa dropped his hand and headed toward her bedroom.
Jon followed her. “Why do you really want me to stay? No more hidden murderous vampires that I need to know about?” He threw off his shoes once they entered her room, the boots landing neatly near her dresser.
Her eyes met his. “Because I want you to stay. Sometimes I just say what I mean.”
“Then let me say what I mean.” Jon stepped forward, until he could tuck an auburn curl behind her ear. “I love you, Sansa. Even if you don’t love me back.”
“Okay.” The softness of her voice kept him from turning away. Her hands lowered to the hem of her shirt. “Show me how much.”
Jon took over, ridding her of her clothing. Her breasts sprung out, perky and wanting to play. He sucked her nipples before kissing a trail down her stomach.
Her body stilled in anticipation of something that never came. "Why did you stop?" she groaned.
“We haven't reached there." Jon straightened, returning her glare with a satisfied smirk. "Nuh uh," he told her when she reached to unbutton his shirt. "You're not allowed to touch. Get on the bed."
Her glare melted off, a sulk replacing it as she followed his orders. But anticipation glinted in her eyes.
"Undo my pants," Jon commanded.
She rid him of his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down, and her face-to-face with his member which stood up as proud as its owner.
"I'll be right back." He turned and headed in the direction of her bathroom. Jon grabbed the bottle he’d been itching to try since first catching sight of it, and headed back out to her bedroom.
Sansa lay face down in the middle of the bed, her upper half flat on the bed and her lower half up in the air, her knees spread apart, giving him a good view of both of her holes waiting to be filled. Any sight of her on a bed always brought him to attention, but this brought his body to a critical point of near explosion.
"Naughty." His hands went to his member as he tried to calm it.
"Do you like what you see?" Sansa purred, looking at him over her shoulder.
Jon approached the bed with the oil he’d retrieved. He squirted some onto his palm before placing the bottle on the bed. He rubbed his palms together making sure each palm had a generous amount of oil before he palmed her ass cheeks, spreading them wider as he looked his fill. "You’re perfection."
"Show me." She wiggled her bottom against his palms.
Jon steadied her and then held her gaze as he slowly pushed two fingers into her hot heat.
Sansa whimpered, closing her eyes and grinding on his fingers.
"More?" He gave a slight turn of his fingers.
"Yes."
Jon added another finger and then another until all five were enveloped by her tight walls. He thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt until her thighs were shaking and whimpers escaped her mouth.
He slid his fingers out and leaned down, kissing the smooth skin. His mouth drew nearer to her cunt and he chucked as she stilled then nearly shot off the bed as he gave a long, slow lick to her slit.
"Don't stop," she panted.
Jon spread her cunt wide in response, licking, sucking, and nipping until the bedsheets tore under her grip, then he closed his mouth around her stiff clit.
Sansa screamed and pushed him away as her body shook.
"We're not done yet." He drew her back up to her knees and pushed them wide apart.
She moaned as he stroked his length across her slit.
"Tell me how badly you want it," he growled.
Sansa buried her face into the bedsheet, refusing to beg again.
"Hmm, stubborn," Jon tsked. He sent his length plunging into her, grasping her hips to hold her in place as he pounded into her.
“Jony.” His name escaped her lips in a stretched-out groan as she climaxed.
He collapsed over her as an orgasm tore through him, flattening both against the bed. "Sorry if I crushed you," he murmured into her hair. He fluffed one of her pillows and relaxed against it.
"Not possible." Sansa turned onto her side to face him and they stared at each other as silence filled the room.
Jon memorized her features, tucking each detail away in his mind: The smoothness of her skin, the softness of her lips, the brightness of her eyes. The silence dragged out and he quickly attempted to fill it. "Should we go for another round?" A grin lifted the side of his mouth.
Sansa smiled and snuggled closer. "Maybe later."
* * *
She hadn’t moved. The doubt that had assailed him earlier eased as he took in Sansa still cuddled against his side. Once, this was an everyday occurrence. Now it was a dream playing out.
As if aware of his gaze on her, Sansa’s eyes opened. She stretched and crawled up his body for a kiss. "Hi."
“Hi.” I love you.
She pressed another kiss to his lips. “I’m wearing the perfume you bought me.”
“Must be why you’re currently so irresistible.”
“Currently?” Her eyebrow lifted. “Always.”
Jon laughed. “How did I fall in love with a beautiful, psychotic girl.”
She curled her lip at him.
“Vampire,” he corrected.
“You couldn’t resist me if you tried.” She played with a lock of his hair.
“I did try.” Jon made a face. “It just didn’t work out.”
She gave a satisfied purr.
“You need to be told no more,” Jon said. “Robb doesn’t tell you no enough. But I’m going to tell you no.”
“Are you?” Her voice vibrated against his skin as she lay a kiss close to his nipple.
Jon nodded. “I have eternity to spend teaching you the meaning of no.”
“That sounds fun,” Sansa whispered, her lips soft against his ear as she raised her head to kiss his jaw.
“Fun is not what I had in mind, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
She sealed his words with a kiss. “Let’s start now.”
Jon sat up. “We will. But first, I need to get back to Winter Town. Just for a day. I have something I need to do.”