AN: First time posting in a while. Anyways, based off the show's characters, personalities, and dynamics but very AU so any OOC parts are purposeful for the progression of the story. I'm also not a fan of GoT's lack of diversity so I'm adding my own to this to reflect my Black Chicana world. Sansa is mixed Black and Irish, Jon is Mexican, Sandor is Algerian, and if you're curious of what I code the other character's as shoot me a message! Anyways, enjoy!

Not for the first time, his eyes reminded her of a sky during a storm. Not the refreshing rain that came with spring, or even the roaring hail that beget a rough winter. No, his eyes were that of a simple heavy rain, dark and bothersome but entirely natural. She wondered what it meant that she's always been fond of the snow.

"Are you listening to me?" He asked. She tried to recall what his last words were. Something about..

"Yes, Jon. I don't mind you having to go out tonight. I didn't have anything big planned anyway." She smiled her best tight smile, and watched the guilt form in the edges of his eyes. In truth, she hadn't had anything big planned. She wasn't normally the type to improvise, but her relationship had been the last of her concerns as of late.

"I'm sorry love." He said, grabbing her hand with both of his, the scratch of his palms reminding her to go to Target tomorrow.

"Don't be. Just have a good time. Text me when you're on your way back, yeah?" She offered him a light kiss, and he grinned before heading out of the door.

She called after her Alexa, and soon rumbling reageeton rolled through the small apartment. A quick phone call was next, and she rattled off her usual order: Wong Ton soup, some of those meat-stick things, and a small touch of plain fried rice. 30 minutes later found her curled up on the small black sofa, the laptop in front her the only light in the room, highlighting the grease around her mouth. When Jon entered again, she was half coughing on a laugh and a bean sprout stuck in her throat.

"Seems like you had just as good of a time as I did." He barked a laugh, hanging his jacket on the coat rack. She saw him frown at the fried rice on the living room table, and bit her tongue to keep from laughing harder.

"I tried. Come! Watch with me." She smiled warmly, scooching up on the couch and patting the spot next to her. He languidly sat down and immediately rolled on top of her.

"Jon!" She half shrieked, trying to push his ridiculous weight off of her. They both laughed as she angrily pounded against the top of his shoulders. Giving up, she just laid down and sighed heavily until he got up. In that second, she saw her phone light up with a text notification. She moved to pick it up, but thought better of it. Later, she promised herself.

They discussed the occurrences of their evening for another half hour, him describing how Gendry thought getting shitfaced with the college kids was somehow gonna help him score with that girl in Delta Phi Nu, the short one, you remember? And she talked about how crazy it was that Cesare actually tried to convince himself that he could date Olivia because, like, in what world? He left her to prepare for bed, and she cleaned up her little nest, having half a mind to leave the rice on the counter, just to see what happens. She's just finished wrapping her hair up when her phone beeps with another notification.

Hearing the shower start running, she decides to open it. Both are from Sandor. The first one asks 'You up?' The second one is a Snapchat from him, actually. It's a photo of him just coming out of the shower as well, the top of his chest, delicious hair included, and a bemused scowl on his face. The caption reads, 'Don't forget, you took my shift for tomorrow morning.' She silently sends a prayer up to God, and asks Him why, why. Why would he make her an intern in a cohort that includes possibly the most attractive man alive? Just as life was getting good. She had secured her spot at King's Landing Hospital, Jon had moved in. Hell, she had just finished a book last week for the first time in Lord knowns how many years.

She spent a good four minutes trying to take an equally attractive but casual pic, settling on a small smile and rolled eyes, her dark waves framing her face. 'K.' He hates Ks, so she always sends it especially for him. Hearing the bathroom door across the hall open, she hurriedly plugs her phone back into her charger on the other sides of the room and begins to settle in bed. Jon is in all his naked glory, back muscles flexing as he pulls out a top and briefs to wear to bed. Sansa absentmindedly wonders what Sandor wears to bed. Thinking of an ass like his in briefs in enough to warm her, and she knocks the covers off. Jon smirks at her, and she realizes what he thought she was implying. Might as well, while he's here. She thought. At first, she had felt terribly about how easily she dismissed the man she craved since high school. Now, though, she was at terms with herself. She was never satisfied with what she had.

"My insatiable woman." He purred.

Morning came all too fast for Sansa. Her alarm rang, and she despondently noted the lack of light pouring in from the window. She walked over to turn it off, and looked back at Jon, still sleep as ever. The sight of him reminded her of the pleasant ache between her legs, and her eyes softened. He's easy to love. She thought while going towards the bathroom.

When she got back to the room, he was just rousing from his sleep. She was combing conditioner through her hair when she felt his warmth behind her. However, instead of wrapping his arms around her as usual, he reached in front of her and grabbed one of her many hair products. He poured some on his hands and began to run his hands through her scalp.

When Sansa began to protest, he said "Don't worry. It's the Jojoba oil you normally use." He chuckled. "I know you, baby." Sansa looked up into the mirror in front of her, seeing Jon stand tall behind her, feeling his warm strong hands running through her scalp. She let herself enjoy herself for a second before quickly finishing the job of her hair.

She stood and playfully pushed him away so she could begin to change.

"Do you have to go so early?" He pouted with those full lips of his before placing then on the crook of her neck, making her hiss.

"All this means is that we get more time together this evening." She promised, slipping on a pair of black leggings.

"I'll try to not stay at the office too late, then."

"You better. After 10, office hours are closed." She moved into the kitchen now, making herself a quick cup of coffee and jam with toast.

"Office hours?" He countered "Aye, Profe Stark, I really," He dug his lower body into her hers "need some more help on this essay. I'd do anything to pass." She swatted him lightly, and his eyes crinkled with laughter. So easy to love. She thought again. So, why don't I?

Grabbing her keys and tossing them into her bag, she had a final deep kiss with the man that loves her the way those storms of his love the ocean. Wildly, if not wisely.