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It had been months since they had taken Winterfell back from the Boltons. Jon Snow and Sansa Stark were rebuilding the castle, feeding their people and listening to their complaints and needs. Although now declared king, Jon never felt like one and in every opportunity he tried to listen to Sansa and get her advice. In other times, however, they got into heavy fights that lead their advisors in shock and desperation.
Sansa cared too much for the people, she wanted them to love and respect her. She was mainly busy with the food supplies and their health conditions whereas Jon was occupied with the defense against the night king. He started his negotiations with the dragon queen. Instead of leaving to Dragonstone, he sent her letters first and equally, he got updates from Castle Black. All these events were tiring them, Sansa and Jon were nervous most of the time. None of them thought taking Winterfell will require this much work, ruling was difficult, now than it ever had been.
Despite all their work, however, they found time for each other. Sansa still kept her needlework, and some nights, Jon would join her in front of the fireplace, sitting in silence, listening to the chirpings while she continued her handy work. The silence soothed them, he found comfort in her company, and she didn't mind, in fact more and more she found herself enjoying his visitations. They got to know each other better than before.
Val, on the other hand, Dalla's sister, she was living downstairs where most of the wildlings had found refuge, the ones who didn't occupy some of the lands that Jon granted them. Val had always left a big influence on Jon, and more often than not, she would join him in his study with Sansa to help them with their decisions. Sansa didn't mind her presence, she wasn't demanding, in fact, she liked the woman reminding her the strength and wiseness of Cersei. It was good for her to learn from Val.
Jon was too consumed with the night king to focus on anything other than the matters of the realm. Val would tell her to relax most of the days after council meetings, and ask him to come to her chambers when alone. Jon never accepted it, he thought it would betray Robb and Ned's memories feeling they should've ruled here and not him. Val had made an advance on him in Castle Black as well but that was a different time, he found himself contemplating about her offer some nights when he had difficulty in sleeping, but his urges would vanish when the winds outside of his window would get too loud reminding him of the coming storm.
Sansa stood on the balcony watching the squires and soldiers getting their sword training hearing the clashes of the steel. The weather was cold, and wrapped in her cloak and gloves she watched them. Jon had joined the soldiers and now was showing a young boy how to hold a sword and swing it. He had removed his cloak, and curls were dangling down his now messy bun. Sansa would watch him sometimes when she had time and listen to the maester as he would list her some needs and checklists of the day.
Val approached her today, her honey colored hair brighter than ever poking from the fur of her cloak. She stood next to her facing the yard, watching Jon swing his sword in his quick body.
"He is a strong man, your brother, my lady" Val said, making Sansa turn to her.
"He was always good in sword fighting, even when we were children" Sansa kept her calm.
"The King needs to relax. He's been worrying too much. Do you help him with that?" Val asked, making Sansa not understand her question.
"We sit together, sometimes. Everyone is worried. The danger is next to our doors.." Sansa said but stopped halfway when Jon made the boy fall with a grant on the floor.
Val and Sansa looked intently down. Jon helped the boy get up and cleaned his mouth with a cloth and gave him some advices. Sansa noticed Val wet her lips and she gaped, understanding well her intentions. Sansa wasn't stupid and she had seen Val flirt with Jon most of the days but knowing that Jon never responded to her, she didn't care much about it, but these instances between them had started happening more and more these days.
Val wrapped herself to her cloak tighter and her eyes got wider. Sansa wanted to say something to her about it, but Jon was a king and a single man, he was free in his sexual relations, but Sansa thought he had to be careful and maybe she would talk to him about it when they were alone.
""He needs more than sitting together with his sister, your grace" Val responded to their earlier conversation. Sansa took a minute to adjust. "He is a king, he has a responsibility towards his people, protect them, feed them, and rule them. He has to think Winterfell and the North before himself." Sansa said coldly almost, but there was something seductive about Val's eyes that she couldn't take herself away from. She trusted this woman and listened to her, but this sexual tension that Val created was new to Sansa. Her past relations had been nightmares and did her best to forget them, but Val reminded her something that she hadn't felt, a forgotten heat of some sort that was growing in Sansa ever since they took Winterfell back.
"And he will, my lady, no doubt in that" Val said. "A little newly found comfort won't hurt the King" she finished. Sansa wasn't sure why Val was telling her about her need to sleep with Jon, Val wasn't a stupid woman, she definitely had some plan behind this conversation. But Sansa found herself drown in her beauty more and more that she often reminded herself of the foulness of loving a woman, or even taking them to her bed. The idea made her blush now and quickly took her eyes away from Val's focusing on the men training below.
"I cannot make that decision for him, Val. If this is what you are asking of me" Sansa said wanting this conversation to end.
"I am well aware of that your grace, I just wanted to let you know of my intentions" Val's eyes were seductive. Sansa nodded. "I will leave you to your thoughts, my lady" Val said, Sansa nodded again and the woman walked away giving one last sight to Jon below.
Sansa felt chills run through her, almost feeling desperate. What if Jon would give in to this woman and take her as his mistress? Surely, in King's Landing, lords had many mistresses and Jon was a king, he had the leisure in taking one, not knowing her anger and frustration, she walked away "He is your brother" murmuring to herself.
After dinner, Jon secluded himself to his chambers. The servant had drown a bath to him. Sighing with relief, he took out his tunic, gambeson, shirt, trousers and quickly relaxed himself in the bath, closing his eyes, leaning his back. The water was warm and the outside was quiet now. The servant had left him. He felt himself drift in his sleep in the water when there was a knock on his door. He had been to wary of everyone, he quickly got out of the bath, the hour was late, maybe there is an ambush or an attack, he put his night gown on him that got wet due to the water, taking the Longclow in one hand, he slowly opened the door.
To his surprise, it was Val, standing in her beauty, in her cloak in front of him. His eyes got warmer and rested his sword next to the wall.
"I'm unarmed your grace" Val said seeing the sword. Jon smiled.
"What is it at this hour? Something wrong?" Jon asked still standing in the foot of the door. "I wanted to ask you if you need anything" Val said. Jon knew what she was meaning now.
"No, thank you. I am taking a bath and will sleep soon" Jon said calmly. "I can help you with your bath, your grace" Val's voice was seductive as she looked at him up and down, only wrapped in his night gown that was wet in some parts. He shifted himself well aware of the situation. He had a long day, maybe it won't be a bady idea to let her help him. Jon opened the door for her, she smiled and entered.
To his surprise, she took her cloak without his asking and rested it on an armchair. She was wearing a thing shift underneath her, her hair was loosened, all blonde radiating to her waist. He could see the swell of her breasts and the color of her nipples. He swallowed hard, she noticed.
He quickly took his eyes away from her body, and went to the bath. Before he was able to reach to his gown, she wrapped her hands around his waist and opened it for him. Their faces were so close to each other, he could sense her heavy breathing on his lips. His heart was beating fast, maybe it was time to give in to her advances and take her. How much he wanted to take her, as often, he would take himself in his hands at night thinking of Val.
He stood still as she took his gown away, and slowly he sat back in the tub. He wasn't as relaxed before, watching her under the candle light moving to get soap on the cloth. her shift was moving making giving him sight of her cleavage, her breasts seemed firm under the shift, and she angled herself enough for him to see her. His breathing was heavier now, he was sure, he wanted her, rip that cloth off of her, spread her legs and fuck her until they were only flesh and sweat.
She started scrubbing his back, arms, hands, and then sloshed water down. Then moved to his chest, she hadn't seen his scars, he was well aware of her eyes on them, but she didn't comment. He was grateful. She didn't touch them either, some of them would still hurt him at times. She then washed his hair, running her hands in the curls, on his scalp, soothing him, he relaxed back at that, closed his eyes and enjoyed her touches. She again sloshed water on his head, and pushed his curls away from his face as she leaned in.
Val was feeling very wet already, her breathings were uneven, he sensed it. She had wanted him since the time he was Lord Commander and now he was in her arm's reach. His eyes were closed, she gently brushed her lips on his, he didn't move, she continued her ministration, leaned in more and kissed him fully on his closed lips. Suddenly, she felt his lips parted and he kissed her back, she hummed in excitement, his strong arms were now wrapped around her shoulders as he pulled her to the tub. Their kiss was frantic, tongue wrapped around each other desperately. His kiss was desperate, she felt it and allowed him to kiss her however much he wanted. He groaned from the back of his mouth. This long kissing was new to Val, she wasn't used to such tender touches. Wildling men were rougher or at least the men she had been with.
She felt his tongue on her teeth, his hands on her back moving fast. Part of her hair got wet from the water and the swaying wetted her shift. Her breasts were visible now underneath, stuck to her nipples. He pulled back from her kiss, noticing her breasts he let a guttural sound, animalistic, Val was going mad from desire watching him. He ducked his face down taking her breast in his mouth through her shift, she arched her back and gave him a better position, all of her almost. He sucked her nipple through her shift, she was already hard for him. "oh Jon Snow" she let out as he kept his mouth on her breasts, sucking, pinching, pulling, kissing.
He pulled back, "go to my bed, now" he ordered her, she grinned with desire. She walked fast to his bed and started taking her shift off her, he followed her fast and helped her with that. Now, both fully naked, they kissed each other again, but his kisses were rough, he traced his tongue on her neck, and took her breasts in his mouth again, she moaned and urged him more. "You needed this" she panted, he hummed still sucking on her nipples. He lifted her through her buttocks and pulled her close to his body, pinning them each other. He squeezed her cheeks below, she was taken by surprise.
He took her to the bed now, she lied on her back and he hovered over her. They didn't kiss, only adjusted to each other. "Let me suck you" Val whispered in his ear, watching his eyes go wide. He didn't say anything, but she made them turn over and he let her. She straddled his thighs, he watched her bouncy breasts, her slim waist, hair that was covering her shoulders. They locked eyes for a while. His cock was already hard resting on his stomach. She smiled at that and leaned in, he watched her take his cock in her hands and slowly rest her lips on the tip, kissing it slowly, his breathings got faster, he pulled on the sheets watching her intently. Her hair fell to her sides, he pulled them back to get a better view. She started sucking the tip, then moved her tongue down, tracing it up and down that drove him wild as he arched his head back with a groan. She had wanted to make him relax and now she was on the job. Wildling women were wild in their sexual desires, Jon knew that but it was the first time someone had taken him in their mouth. Almost unbelievable feeling, all thoughts of duty and honor were gone from his head, he wanted to hold her head and fuck her mouth but he waited, and respected her.
When he saw his cock disappear in her mouth, he rested his hands on her hair, giving her a pace he liked, and she followed his order, she was good at this, he thought, her teeth weren't hurting him at all and she seemed to enjoy it. She moved his cock in her mouth at a steady pace now, letting only the sounds of her pop and flesh fill the room. He watched her saliva wet the tip, he knew he was going to come then, but he pulled them. He started moving her head faster now "yes yes" he said, as she increased moving her head, feeling his cock to her throat at times, he was getting harder in her mouth, he wasn't small, as she had thought, he was girthy and long, all the more reason to love this man. Tormund had told her he has a small pecker, maybe the giant can join them one day to see it himself, she grinned at the thought of having Jon Snow and Tormund Giantsbane all for herself together.
She felt him thrust up, looking to him, he was long gone, head arched back, pulling on the sheets, her head and whatever he could, making loud noises. She knew he was getting close. She continued working her mouth, tracing her tongue on his cock, alternating between them, all the while running her hands on his hips, groins and stomach, massaging them almost. "Val" he panted, "I'm going to come..please" he was pleading almost. She moved her head faster "come, come in my mouth" she ordered him, and he did, after a few seconds, he let out groan, holding her head steady as he filled her with his warm juices. She swallowed enough of him, but pulled back letting the rest go on the sheets as she worked him out with her hands watching him writhe under her. He was beautiful, she thought, desperately finding his release, pulling on the sheets, finally he relaxed, chest rising and falling slower than before, and she moved close to him, resting herself on her elbow. "I told you, you'll relax" Val said, Jon hummed. He opened his eyes looking at her "you're good at this" he said. "I am good at other many things, if you'll let me, I'll show you all of them" she whispered almost. He swallowed hard.
"Touch me" she said taking his hand and resting it on her breast "I'll teach you and you show me your talents" she said making him rub her hardened nipple. Jon was panting.
"No are you going to fuck me or do I have to beg you for that" Val said, Jon's eyes grew wide and with one turn, he was on top of her. She worked around his cock with her hands again while he kissed her breasts. "No, not there, kiss me down there with your tongue" Val said pushing him with her hands away from her breasts. He was surprised at that but her violence was turning him on even more. The roughness of her actions was refreshing, he needed it.
After all Ygritte had told Val about the talents of his mouth and she had to make him taste her. She pushed his head down her body and he followed, "open my legs" she ordered him, he forcibly opened them resting each on his shoulders as he leaned down on her. "Don't be gen..ooohh oohhh" she couldn't finish her sentence and the pleasure took her as she felt his tongue licking her wet folds. Jon was gone wild now, his tongue was working hard on her folds, up and down, circling, she pushed on his curls "yes yes yes" she repeated as he entered her with his tongue and she started moving her hips to meet his soft thrusts, he held her hips tight making her move as he wants her to, and she loved it even more. "Go faster, don't be gentle" she said and he did, he was moving faster now and entered three of his fingers inside of her all at once making her whimper loud taken by surprise "oh you wolf" she panted, as he moved his fingers and tongue in and out of her fast with haste. "finish me, move faster" she ordered him, helping him with her hips. "hold me" she said followed by low long moans as her body shuttered releasing herself in her orgasm, he licked her through her release, the force of her emotions were huge and she rode her waves, eyes closed, fireworks burned in her body as she came down, her sensations were heightened, feeling the silkiness of his sheets, the softness of his tongue, all too aware of her floating presence under him.
He pulled away from her and position himself in front of her folds, he needed her. She opened her eyes and saw that in him. "your reputation is not for nothing" she said reaching up to kiss him on his mouth. He broke their kiss and pinned her to the bed, she grinned with desire, he wasn't gentle, she liked him rough. He held her hands on each side of her body, pinning them to the bed "what do you want me do to you now?" he asked looking at her eyes, oh he was playing the game now, her heart fluttered with excitement "do whatever you want of me" she said, he tightened his grip on her arms "NO! tell me with words, what do you want" he said, "Fuck me with your pretty cock" her voice was seductive reaching to kiss him, but he didn't kiss her, he didn't love her, he was sure of that, but everything about her was driving him mad, her words finished him then, letting go of her hands, he held her waist, and entered her slick folds with one long thrust making her arch her back and face into the pillow, hissing loudly.
He moved slow for the first a few thrusts adjusting himself inside of her, she met him halfway sharply moving her hips, then he started moving faster watching her whimper under him. She held onto his neck and shoulder and he pinned his hands on the sheets around her breasts, she was disappointed at that, wanting him to hold her more, maybe she loved him, her emotions were too complicated at this moment to be sorted out. She urged him more forcing his hips push inside of her harder, faster. His eyes were closed, she watched him, driving his own desire from her. She caressed his face and reached him enough to kiss him, he kissed her back forcing her into the bed more, she moaned. "oh Jon just come" she panted to him, he buried his face in her neck disappearing in her honey colored hair. He pulled out of her in the right time to release himself on her stomach. He was groaning loudly, she held him, he was finally done as he fell next to her on the bed, lips parted, eyes closed. She let him relax on her side. After her pantings died down, she got up to find a cloth, while wiping herself from his juices, she watched him asleep. He hadn't moved since he had came on her. She had the energy to go again, but he was drained. victoriously, she put the dirty cloth aside and climbed on the bed next to him again, resting her head on his shoulder.
They were bare naked, she started pulling on the covers to cover them. After covering him well, he moved himself around still asleep. She realized she shouldn't be here anymore, he hadn't asked her to, maybe it was best to go, they both got what they wanted. She got out again and put her shift on her and straightened her frizzy hair and as she was putting her cloak on to leave, he woke up looking at her. "where are you going?"
"You better sleep, my king, I will have to go now" she said fastening her cloak around her chest. He got seated "stay" he almost whispered, desperate for a woman's presence, touch, warmth in his empty bed.
She sat next to him cradling his face "I'll go now, sleep well, we need you sharp tomorrow, all of us." planting a kiss on his parted lips. "I will see you tomorrow morning during council meeting" she finished, "Come here again, tomorrow" he said kissing her lips roughly. She let him go and smiled at him before slowly opening his door and disappearing behind it.
He fell on his pillows sighing, pulling his mattress with him. She was right, he was much more relaxed with a clear head. He knew he didn't love this woman, but something wild about her was driving him crazy. Before getting into sleep, he opened his eyes remembering something "Sansa!" he had promised her to visit her before bed, she had told him she's sewn something new for him and was eager to show him her handy work and the gift. He felt bad for letting her down, he was going to go to her after his bath and it was too late now, almost morning. He got up anyway.
He put his trousers, shift and cloak on him, leaving his hair untied, pushed them back to tame the curls, and then left for her.
Standing in front of her doorway in this ungodly hour of the night, he wasn't sure what to do. He finally decided to at least apologize to her. He knocked on her door lightly, not hearing anything from inside, he felt better, she was asleep, he could talk to her tomorrow. He knocked lightly again to make sure, and the door slowly opened. His heart was pounding.
Her handmaiden opened the door. He was surprised. He didn't know her handmaiden sleeps with her at nights. "Wylla?" he said. "Your grace" the girl tried to look livelier. "your grace" she said again. "Why are you here? where is Sansa?" he asked. "The lady is sleeping, my lord. Is there anything I could do for you?" she said. "No no" he was disappointed in himself. Before leaving he pushed the door lightly "why are you here? Do you always sleep next to Sansa?" he asked curiously. Something new he was learning of her.
"No your grace. Lady Sansa asked me to stay with her tonight. Something was bothering her"
"what?did she tell you?"
"She didn't your grace. Lady Sansa is difficult to decipher at times."
That he knew was right. He nodded. "Good night Wylla" the girl bowed closing the door.
He walked back to his room thinking of Sansa and the thing that was bothering her. He was sure now, she was sad. She had been telling him about it for a while now and working hard. She had wanted his comfort tonight as most of the nights, but he got too involve din his own desires.
Lying in his bed, he thought about Val, and the things they'd done to each other that night. He felt too eager to have her in his bed again but he wouldn't if it'll hurt Sansa. He can't hurt Sansa, everyone had made her suffer, he was supposed to protect her. He moved in his bed for a while until he finally fell asleep.
During breakfast everyone was quietly eating. Jon sat next to Sansa, she had her usual icy face without expression eating gracefully. He started eating as well, after some time passed he found courage to address her.
"I apologize Sansa for not coming to see your present" he said.
She stopped momentarily listening to him "You got busy" she said.
"No..yes, I took a bathe and.." he couldn't continue, not anting to lie to her but not wanting to tell her about Val.
"It is alright Jon, I am not mad at you or sad" she smiled. He felt warmer again.
"I'll show it to you today, you need not to worry about me" she rested her hand on his, he tightened their connection and caressed her hand with his thumb, smiling to her.
"Thank you Sansa"
She went back to her breakfast. In reality, she was sad, but she didn't want to show it to him. He didn't need to know how big influence he had on her mood nowadays. It was surreal, she didn't know why she was feeling this way. It was all stupid really, in her head.
Later, Sansa busied herself with work and decided to rest at the godswood to think about her overly reacted emotions towards Jon. The weather wasn't as cold that day, she put her hood on her auburn hair resting under her fury cloak, walked to the woods.
Walking through the snow to get to the weirwood tree, Sansa heard some muffled sounds coming from the behind the trees. She got cautious, two people were talking or humming, confused she approached to see who was behind the trees in the woods.
She gasped seeing that scene, her hand went to her mouth, tears puddled in her eyes filled with anger and startle. Jon and Val were kissing, she was pinned to a tree, wrapped her hands around his neck through the fur of his cloak, and his hand was under her skirt moving as she was gliding up and down across the tree. They were moaning low, kissing and whispering things to each other.
Tears fell from her eyes. When did this happen? when did they got this close? SHouldn't he be concerned about his people instead of getting under the skirt of this woman? Her legs were shaking, heart pounding fast, she felt weak, turned around, held herself almost without falling. She walked fast to get outside of the woods, Everyone was passing by her like a dream, her room didn't appear fast enough. Did he take her in his bed last night too? Did he forget to come to her because of Val?How can he risk all these things they fought for?This wildling woman was no noble, she had influence on the willding army, whatever was left of them. Is this why he was satisfying her needs? Sansa knew Val had been trying desperately to sleep with Jon. Everything aside, Sansa felt a deeper pain than political reasons, but she didn't know why. The picture of Jon moaning against Val's mouth and the disappearance of his hand under her skirts kept appearing to her. She was finally in her room, lying on her bed. Maybe she needed someone to touch her too, all this had been too much, too heavy to bare for Sansa. She threw her cloak down, and sobbed in her hands resting on her bed, cursing her life. Her unfortunate life, remembering her dreams about the prince charming and Joffrey, then Tyrion, then Ramsay. She shrieked throwing a pillow across the room, sobbing harder remembering her wounds, his markings, the pain she's felt when he would come to her every night.
She lied on her bed thinking about them kissing, she had to talk to Jon, it was necessary. Her tears were dry now, she relaxed herself to find some peace in her sleep away from her maddening thoughts.
Watching the sky outside of her window, she fell asleep.