Another cold night, another hard bed. Day after day, night after night it was the same. Not much changed beyond the wall, at least not at first glance. Daily events for Jon and Ygritte seemed to change every hour. Their nighttime events could change every minute. This night was no different. Yes, the nights were cold and the beds were hard, but it was true, it didn't matter because they had each other. As far as they were concerned nothing happening outside of these walls mattered. At night it was just the two of them. That is how they wish it would always be, but alas, work needed to be done, people needed to be seen. There was never a day where they could just be with each other, but that is what their nights were for.

After one particularly ponderous day he was not surprised to find her already in their bed chamber. He walked in, shut the door behind him, leaned against it, and let out a loud sigh. He looked both annoyed and exhausted. Ygritte gave a slight chuckle, "Bad day?"

"That's putting it lightly" Jon said as he began to remove his cloak and boots.

"Aw," she said sarcastically, "come here." Ygritte patted the spot in front of her on the edge on the bed and Jon came and sat down. She knelt behind him and started massaging his soldiers.

"I don't like seeing you all tensed up like this." She said sweetly.

Jon laughed. "You clearly haven't seen me be steward to the Lord Commander."

"Ugh, no I have not" Ygritte said in disgust. "Well, how tense you were then will never be experienced ever again."

"Mmhmm." Jon moaned as he closed his eyes feeling her massage.

While Ygritte continued massaging Jon's neck she started to lean forward and kiss his neck, slowly at first. He initially gasped in surprise, but soon gave in to her ministrations. Her hands began to wander. They started at his shoulders and moved over them and down the front of his chest where she began to undo the strings on his doublet. She ran her nails down his bare chest, causing him to shudder. When she pulled his doublet off and threw it on the floor Jon turned around and captured her lips with his.

He pulled Ygritte down on his lap so she was straddling him. Their kissing became more passionate as Jon's slipped his tongue into her mouth who then returned the favor. Jon put his hands on Ygritte's hips and pushed her down on the bed so that he was between her legs and began to undress her while his kisses moved to her neck. She gasped and grabbed on to Jon as he bit down on her neck. She started to unlace his trousers while he finished taking off hers.

When they are both fully unclothed. They paused for a moment and stared into each others eyes. Jon pushed some hair behind her ear, gave her a genuine smile, and placed his forehead against hers. Feeling her hands around his neck, her breath on his face, and her forehead against his made him even more sure that this was the right moment for him to say what he had been feeling for a long time.

"I love you, Ygritte."

Ygritte gasped, dumfounded for several moments. It felt like an eternity to Jon before she smiled before pulling him into a passionate kiss. Jon pulled away from her when oxygen became necessary and breathed, "Let me show you."

Jon started to kiss down Ygritte's neck and placed gentle kisses on her breasts. He took her right nipple into his mouth and took to it like a suckling babe. She moaned and arched her back as he suddenly bit down on her nipple. Just as she wanted him to keep going he pulled away and kissed her lips as he slipped inside her with a grunt. He slowly and sensually began to thrust himself inside of her never taking his eyes off of Ygritte's.

Ygritte was enjoying Jon's slow and loving treatment more than she thought she would. There was something about the words he had just said to her and the way his eyes shone like crystals in the sun as they gazed into hers. She felt like she could see right into him and could truly feel the love that he had for her. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that her eyes started to tear up and as Jon quickened his pace some escaped and ran down her cheeks, which he kindly kissed away.

Jon knew that both he and Ygritte were close to finishing. As he kissed the stray tears on her cheeks, he put even more passion into each thrust. Hearing their combined moans and looking deep into each others eyes made them both finish together, stronger than they ever have before.

They both basked in the afterglow. Breathing heavy, bodies lightly drenched in sweat, constant embrace, Ygritte's head on Jon's chest, his hand idly running up and down her back.

Ygritte lay there thinking about their previous escapade. Jon had just told her he loved her, did she love him? Though she was too afraid to think about it, let alone say it, seeing him show her how much he loved her made her let those feelings for him into her brain again.

She felt like she could be herself with Jon. They understood each other. Their relationship may have started quickly with little feeling, but now after all they have been through, Ygritte thought otherwise. She thought about the man whose arms she was in. How at first it was just fucking, but now it was making love. Jon was the only who made her feel the way she did when she made love to him. The thought of how sweet he was earlier brought tears to her eyes. He was no longer an idiot boy in her eyes. That is when she knew that she was in love with Jon Snow. The bastard of Winterfell and man of the Night's Watch.

After Jon stopped rubbing her back Ygritte looked up at him and saw that he was asleep. She lay her head back down on his chest while several tears dropped from her eyes. Her voice was little more than a whisper,

"I love you."

She could feel Jon's heart beat start to race beneath her cheek. Jon then woke up from his "sleep" and brought Ygritte's face up to his. He noticed the tears and wiped them away with his thumb before he retook her lips with his in a tender, passionate kiss. Hearing her say those words made his heart soar. Saying those words made her pent up emotions escape. Mere words could not describe how they were both feeling. For it was more than a feeling.