Last Goodbye, Jon/Sansa, M+pinkimartiniAugust 7 2013, 22:52:24 UTC
His hands are shaking but he's pulling the fabric at her bodice, the light chemise she wears is still in place. His fingers graze the tips of her nipples. Hard like two little pebbles and they belong to him if only for tonight.
He was surprised when he found her sitting in his room. They had shared a quick kiss earlier in the day. He made her swear she would be in his bed, it was a dangerous challenge. If her mother caught them...if their father caught them...they had to be silent. She had dropped onto the soft bed tick and let out a soft giggle, "Jon, hurry...I don't want anyone to wake up and think I've been snatched away in the night." He thought about the fact the house was still awake. In the morning, he would head for the Night's Watch. She still refused to believe he would do it and had asked if she lay with him, would he still go. "Your Septa?" "Drunk, the old hag found a stash of Dornish Red and is currently sleeping in Rickon's room. I'm sure she told him a few of her tales to make him stay in bed." She kicked away his covers, he had shed his waistcoat, breeches and was just left with his shirt. His bed was too small for the two of them and once he climbed in beside her, it was tighter. Elbows and knees knocking into one another. Finally, he moved back and started to undo her bodice. His kisses were sloppy and his hands were nervous, she inhaled deeply since she was unsure what to expect. "Sansa...I cannot go further," his voice is low and like gravel. She reaches down and starts to raise the skirt of her dress. He's sweating, thinking he must look like a beast the way he's looking down at her. He looks down at the brush of curls between her legs, "No...you know I can't." "There's another way...Jeyne told me that you use your fingers." His eyes narrow at her, Jeyne, the girl had been stealing kisses with Theon, he had seen them. What other things had she told Sansa about? Jon reached between her legs, there was a silky feeling there and from the way she started to mewl, he knew she liked it. Jon was growing hard beneath his shirt, thankful that it was long enough to shield her. He was embarrassed that he couldn't hide what he was feeling for her, she gripped his arms tightly. Her hips bucked against his fingers, he was sinking further inside her just enough to feel where it got tighter. This had to be her maidenhead, he thought.
Re: Last Goodbye, Jon/Sansa, M+ (2/2)pinkimartiniAugust 7 2013, 22:52:45 UTC
He would not go further, even if she begged him, "Not enough, more...Jon...more." He could feel her struggling to pull up his shirt until he was exposed. She looked down then up at him, there was a sweet smile on her lips. Sansa pushed his hands away, "Just a little...it probably won't fit all the way in. You're too big." Jon thought about all the colorful things Theon said when it came to the act. Jon wanted to tell her that it would fit. He lowered his hips, slowly sinking the tip in and thrusting slowly. It all felt so good, he pulled out when he felt her body tense then go in again slower. He didn't realize that he was making more room each time and lessening the pain she would have normally felt. She was sweating under him now, he wiped her brow with his tongue then sank in once more. Further and further, he chanced a look and saw that he was fully inside her now. "Have I hurt you?" She shook her head quickly when she looked down as well, Sansa placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him hard. This made him withdraw then enter her once more, his thrust became quick now that he knew it was all over for them both. She held onto his hips when he withdrew quickly and spilled his seed on the bed. There was a small stain of blood and for that he felt badly. He would go to them in the morning, tell them what had happened. They would have to let them marry. She couldn't be anyone else's, no future King would want her. Jon lay atop her, his fingers entwining in her long hair, those blue eyes staring at him in the night. "I should go but I am sore..." "Stay here, you said yourself that your Septa is drunk and sleeping. I'll take you back to your chamber before everyone awakens." She shakes her head slowly, her fingers toying with his dark hair before she whispers, "Do you promise?" "I promise, Sansa."
He's had her two more times before the night is over and when he awakens to take her back, she is gone. The only thing has as proof of the encounter is the scent of her on his skin.
Re: Last Goodbye, Jon/Sansa, M+ (2/2)pinkimartiniAugust 10 2013, 14:34:37 UTC
I feel like Jon would be all honor and want to do good and well, this is Sansa (before she even loses Lady still thinking she could be Joffrey's Queen). I read a fic recently with Sansa/Theon and thought - but if it was Jon, what would that be like? And the level of angst just went up on another fic I'm writing that's a Jane Eyre/Westeros crossover *angst!*
He was surprised when he found her sitting in his room. They had shared a quick kiss earlier in the day. He made her swear she would be in his bed, it was a dangerous challenge. If her mother caught them...if their father caught them...they had to be silent. She had dropped onto the soft bed tick and let out a soft giggle,
"Jon, hurry...I don't want anyone to wake up and think I've been snatched away in the night." He thought about the fact the house was still awake. In the morning, he would head for the Night's Watch. She still refused to believe he would do it and had asked if she lay with him, would he still go.
"Your Septa?"
"Drunk, the old hag found a stash of Dornish Red and is currently sleeping in Rickon's room. I'm sure she told him a few of her tales to make him stay in bed." She kicked away his covers, he had shed his waistcoat, breeches and was just left with his shirt. His bed was too small for the two of them and once he climbed in beside her, it was tighter. Elbows and knees knocking into one another. Finally, he moved back and started to undo her bodice. His kisses were sloppy and his hands were nervous, she inhaled deeply since she was unsure what to expect.
"Sansa...I cannot go further," his voice is low and like gravel. She reaches down and starts to raise the skirt of her dress. He's sweating, thinking he must look like a beast the way he's looking down at her. He looks down at the brush of curls between her legs, "No...you know I can't."
"There's another way...Jeyne told me that you use your fingers." His eyes narrow at her, Jeyne, the girl had been stealing kisses with Theon, he had seen them. What other things had she told Sansa about? Jon reached between her legs, there was a silky feeling there and from the way she started to mewl, he knew she liked it. Jon was growing hard beneath his shirt, thankful that it was long enough to shield her. He was embarrassed that he couldn't hide what he was feeling for her, she gripped his arms tightly. Her hips bucked against his fingers, he was sinking further inside her just enough to feel where it got tighter. This had to be her maidenhead, he thought.
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"Have I hurt you?" She shook her head quickly when she looked down as well, Sansa placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him hard. This made him withdraw then enter her once more, his thrust became quick now that he knew it was all over for them both. She held onto his hips when he withdrew quickly and spilled his seed on the bed. There was a small stain of blood and for that he felt badly. He would go to them in the morning, tell them what had happened. They would have to let them marry. She couldn't be anyone else's, no future King would want her. Jon lay atop her, his fingers entwining in her long hair, those blue eyes staring at him in the night.
"I should go but I am sore..."
"Stay here, you said yourself that your Septa is drunk and sleeping. I'll take you back to your chamber before everyone awakens." She shakes her head slowly, her fingers toying with his dark hair before she whispers,
"Do you promise?"
"I promise, Sansa."
He's had her two more times before the night is over and when he awakens to take her back, she is gone. The only thing has as proof of the encounter is the scent of her on his skin.
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