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There Are No Bastards North of the Wall.
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Ygritte
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"Ygritte!" he cried. "Ygritte!"
I loved it when Jon Snow spoke my name, 'specially when he said it just like that; all angry, as you like. His voice was sweet like bees' sap… I couldn't help but grin.
"Y-gritte!"
I got to thinking of what the fine ladies down south might say t' him calling for me. They'd call it romantic, probably. But they'd be too dumb to realize I stole his sword. I kept my run, hearing Jon's voice echo from the mouth of the cave. "Seven hells! ..."
He followed in after me, just as I was fitting my torch between some rocks.
I was lucky that day. Lucky in the cave itself. I'd disappeared earlier, looking for what could be found; I'd never been so close to the Wall. Tormund saw me off, but warned never to start thinking I really knew the place— 'cause that's a fine way to become a wight. Be careful out there. Every time, just nodded yes and kept on. He never once asked to come along, and in that I was grateful.
On my trip most recent, I heard the sound of running water... and I chanced upon the cave. It was the deepest sort; must've gone on for miles and miles, under the Wall and out the south. At about a hundred paces, I called out t' Gendel's children.
All to no answer. I heard only the sound of falling water.
T'was a shallow li'l pool, seductive nonetheless. How long had it been since I'd had a real bath— not just snow heated over the fire? The water wasn't real cold, not real deep either, so I stepped out of my clothes and let it chase the chill that had settled deep within my bones. Stark naked, I was.
My thoughts drifted to Jon Snow.
"Is 'e right? Orell? Are you still a crow?" I pulled off my boots, letting them fall where they fell. I discarded my weapons.
"Ygritte—" Jon said, in warning.
"You swore some vows; I want you to break 'em." I dropped my cloak, the weight of it melting from my body. "I'd have you see me, " I said, unlacing the front of my breeches, lifting the last of my skins and furs high above my head. "All of me."
I watched his eyes as I proceeded towards him. They were filled with desire and disapproval; it was a battle I wanted to end.
"We shouldn't." Jon's voice echoed through the cave, hushed, until it grew faint.
"We should," I said, pressing my lips to his.
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Jon
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We shouldn't. The voice grew fainter, as Ygritte drew closer.
I should have known not to follow her here, I thought.
But how could I have known she'd be so beautiful, standing before me; naked as the moon?
And flawed the same, I saw, in the scars afleck on her porcelain skin. Her flaws are quick. Her smile lasts, while scars fade. From the most apparent to the most subtle, I longed to trace each of those scars. I could almost feel my fingers skating across her body; through the red of her hair.
She is lucky, fire-kissed… and you are a man of the Night's Watch.
When Ygritte brushed her lips against mine, just barely, I recoiled as if I'd been burned.
Her eyes flickered, lips glistening wet and red. Undaunted, she bent forward to meet me again; lightning struck through my body. Still, I managed to hesitate— it took all that I had.
"We shouldn't …" the voice was no longer my own.
"We should. We both know it…" Ygritte looked directly into my eyes just then. Hers shone as lively as any I knew, full of passion and fire and something I couldn't place. Stirred me in a way I couldn't place. I knew couldn't resist her for much longer, I couldn't—
"Oh … you know nothing, Jon Snow," Ygritte said, biting at my lower lip— and the battle was lost. I returned her kisses all at once.
"I know I want you," I heard myself say, all my vows and my honour forgotten, lost in the smell of her hair and the heat of her mouth. I kissed her in the way that I thought I was supposed to, and she matched my every motion, pushing up higher on her toes. Her kisses were fervent, her sweet pink tongue had found its way between my teeth. Harder, harder, as hard as the rock around us. Breathless, I tried my best to counter her fierce kisses.
"Too fast?" Ygritte teased, slowing… and she came to a stop altogether.
I braced myself for another barrage to my lips.
But Ygritte stood, and was still— all except for her wintry ocean eyes. They were filled with a certain longing, and they darted between mine.
Hesitant?
Never.
I bent forward to meet her, slowly, teasing her in turn. I traced the curve of her lips with my tongue, open lips suckling with every bit of the gentleness and effective restraint that she couldn't be bothered with.
I was rewarded with what sounded almost like a wistful sigh. With one hand resting at the small of her back, my other grazed the line of her jaw. Her sigh, this time laced with unmistakable yearning, was exceptionally sweet to my ears. Sweet like bees' sap...
"A pretty face and pretty kisses will only get you so far," said Ygritte, her voice husky as smoke.
"Aye," I said, "... and I've managed just fine."
I nuzzled my lips into the soft of her throat, and pulled her closer still, until our bodies were flush against one another.
"Are you cold?" I touched my lips to her shoulder, feeling her quiver against me.
"No," she shivered. "It's only you making me feel so."
I snatched another taste of her lips, and as the last of her warmth seemed to melt into my mouth, I hoped to replace it.
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Originally posted April the 7th, 2015; posted anew on December the 7th, 2015. Content revised on May the 5th and most recently on June the 29th.
As you can see, time does what she wants, but I always had it in my mind to continue this story.
Always, always, always. There is no chance will I ever completely abandon it, no matter how much time should come to pass.
The following chapter is dirt aplenty and the first of several in this story. Readers take warning.
Thank-you for giving this story a chance!