A/N: So this is my new story I've been working on while still writing Paying the Toll. If any of you are reading that, don't worry - it is still my priority. I just thought I'd post a chapter of this and see what people thought. I won't be updating it as regularly as Paying the Toll but I will try and get at least one or two chapters up a week.

As you can tell from the summary it is Theon/OC but will also feature a Robb/Jeyne pairing.

I've always had a bit of a soft spot for Theon even though he was a complete and utter idiot. I hate what Ramsay did and is still doing to him so I thought I'd change his fate like I always change Robb's!

Anyway, give it a read and let me know what you think, any comments would be much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one from the GoT universe, all credit to GRRM for his wonderful characters. I do however own Karina and Coran Morton and their family.

This fic is rated M and will be from the start. If you've read any of my work before you know what to expect!

One

Karina

"Piss off Theon," I snapped, feeling his eyes on my backside as I leant over the well.

"How did you know it was me?" he replied and I laughed slightly.

"Because," I began, leaning further over to try and catch hold of the bucket, "any other man would have offered to help me, not use it as an opportunity to be a letch"

"You think so little of me," he said in a mock wounded voice.

"I have known you too long," I answered back as he came to my side.

"Out the way," he huffed after a moment and I did as I was told, pushing my dark hair out of my eyes as I straightened up, gesturing for him to take my place.

"You'd have reached this if you weren't so short," he said teasingly.

"Shut up Theon," I muttered and he grinned at me as he pulled the bucket up.

"You could be more grateful," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Thank you," I said sarcastically, dropping into an exaggerated curtsey before snatching the full bucket from him and walking away.

"You're welcome!" he called after me and I could feel his eyes on me again and found myself swinging my hips slightly more than was necessary.

Theon Greyjoy was the bane of my life. He was three years older than me and had always treated me as an annoying little sister, or at least he had until my breasts had developed. He looked at me differently then and I had pretended not to notice, I thought him handsome but I also knew his reputation, the whole of Winterfell knew his reputation. That hadn't mattered on my sixteenth name day though, although, I still blamed that entirely on the Arbor Gold he had stolen from Lord Stark's wine cellar. I had never been drunk before, and never since, scared of what might happen if I ended up alone in the Godswood with him again.

I slowed my pace as I approached the Maester's tower, my mind was distracted and I knew I had to have a clear head if I was to take in his teachings. It was my greatest ambition to be a healer and I was close now to completing my training, I had been with Maester Luwin every day since my fourteenth name day and I was determined to one day be as good as him. Still, as I came to the door I hesitated, still trying to rid myself of the feeling of his hand on my thigh and the sweet taste of wine on his tongue. I shuddered then, this would do no good. I had to concentrate. No more dwelling on Theon Greyjoy, I knew he would not be dwelling on me.

Theon

Did she walk like that on purpose? That's what I wanted to know, no maid should be allowed to walk like that; it was far too seductive. Karina Morton was a force of nature, a force of nature I had almost conquered once, only I couldn't bring myself to take that final step. Even with her ragged breathing in my ear and her hands clenched in my hair as I ran my hands up and under her skirts. I had found an honour in me that night that I never knew existed and I cursed myself for it. Honour. The very thing I had always teased Robb about and mocked Jon with. It wasn't my honour I was concerned for though, it was hers, she was much too good to be fucked in the Godswood after a glass too many of Arbor Gold. I still wanted to be the man to take her though, I had spent months imagining her and me before our encounter on her name day. Since then though she had not allowed herself to be alone with me, with the exception of earlier, and she had escaped that situation as soon as she was able.

I watched her enter the Maester's tower then and I knew she wouldn't emerge for hours, I scowled and kicked a stone across the yard, my eyes falling on Jon at the stables when I followed its progress. Jon. We had never got on, he got under my skin and I knew I got under his. I had always been close to Robb, as had Jon, but he had never managed to get the two of us to see eye to eye. I knew Jon judged me for the time I spent with whores, he valued honour above all else and I respected that, I just didn't appreciate him ramming it down my throat. Robb was just as honourable, never having stepped a toe out of line, but he never judged me like Jon, he accepted it was just my nature. He never turned accusing eyes on me when I relayed the tale of my latest conquest to the other men of Winterfell. There was also the fact that Robb had never had anything I wanted, whereas Jon had been the first man to press his lips to Karina's.

That fact made me bitter, and it made me dislike Jon even more. I hadn't meant to see them, but when I saw them alone in a deserted corner of the keep I couldn't help the curiosity it peaked in me. The kiss seemed awkward and very chaste but it was still a kiss, he had tasted what I had been lusting after for months and it had taken all my self-control not to seriously injure him in the tiltyard the next day. I decided then I had to have her, I already wanted her but it was then that I made the decision to act on it, having resisted so long out of respect for her brother. When I closed my eyes I could almost imagine that I was back in the Godswood with her, pushing her up against the weirwood as we kissed frantically.

"Am I the first man you've kissed?" I asked breathlessly, wondering if she would lie.

"You're the first man I've kissed like this," she replied huskily and I thrust my tongue back in her mouth.

Damn her. She had gotten well and truly under my skin and now I had an itch that only Ros could scratch for me. I glanced around, no one was about and so I set off towards the brothel and the sweet redhead who resided in it. Ros was a glorious thing and I was her favourite customer, not only did I pay well I also made sure she was satisfied. I may not have Jon Snow's honour but at least I knew how to make a woman scream. She smiled at me when I entered, her almost transparent gown leaving little to the imagination as she sauntered over.

"If you want me you'll have to wait," she told me.

"Wait?" I repeated, staring at her in disbelief.

"With the King and his men here we are quite pushed, I'm needed elsewhere," she explained.

"Gods Ros, I need you now," I said impatiently.

"I've got a few girls free if you're that desperate," she said slyly.

"Fine," I huffed, not pleased I was not getting what I'd come for.

"Blonde or brunette?" she asked.

"I came for red," I sulked, "but I'll take the brunette"

"Go up," she nodded towards the stairs, "I'll send her now"

"Thanks Ros," I smiled briefly.

"Perhaps you can have me for afters," she replied with a wink before wandering away.

The girl came up not long after, I hadn't seen her before and I couldn't deny that she was pretty, her body young and taut. Her hair was almost the same shade as Karina's and I cursed inwardly for noticing it. "Let me see," I said and her hands went to the ties of her gown obligingly. Her body did not disappoint and I felt myself harden at once and stood up, unlacing my trousers. She watched me in anticipation, her tongue quickly darting across her lips as I came towards her. "Turn round," I commanded her and she did as she was told. I bent her gently across the low dresser then, I made a point never to look a woman in the eye when I fucked her. If you looked into their eyes they could fall in love with you, or worse, you could fall in love with them.

I let one of my hands caress her hip and travel across her bottom and I felt her shiver slightly under my touch. Smirking slightly I let my other hand cup her intimately, rubbing hard circles against her and causing a moan to escape her lips. I knew she wasn't faking, I could feel her desire soaking my fingers and I moved my hand away and pressed my hardness against her, thrusting inside her in an instant, causing her to cry out and grip the sides of the dresser hard. My thrusts quickened, slamming as hard and deep as I could into her at every move, growling out at the sounds of delight that flew from her lips. I gripped her hips harder as I felt her growing tighter around me, she would finish me when I finished her I knew that. It didn't take her long to fall, a gasp and moan of ultimate pleasure left her and in the next instant I spilled myself inside her.

Karina

It was dark when I left the Maester's tower, the final part of my training involved identifying herbs and using them as medicines and it was the one thing I struggled with. Show me a graze I could cleanse it. Show me a wound I could stitch and bandage it. Give me a broken bone and I could splint it. Injuries did not faze me, nor cause me any trouble, the sight of blood did not have me near faint as it did others. No, it was sickness and fevers that caused me problems, probably because it troubled me that even if you did everything right the patient could still die. A lot of it seemed to rest with the will of the Gods, it was an uncertainty, and I didn't like uncertainties.

I saw my brother on the other side of the yard as I walked towards the keep and I wondered if he was sneaking off the brothel again, he and Theon were much the same.

"Coran!" I called out to him, "where are you heading at this time?"

"Ask me no questions little sister and I will tell you no lies," he said teasingly.

"I don't think I really need ask," I countered and he grinned.

"If mother asks, I'm …"

"Helping Lord Stark prepare for tomorrows hunt?" I supplied and he winked.

"Exactly," he chuckled, "thanks Nina," he finished before disappearing into the night.

I went into the keep then, no doubt the dining hall would be fit to burst again, it was interesting having different people around Winterfell but I knew I would be much happier when the Royal party went back south again. Rumour had it Lord Stark would be going with them, taking most of his children with him as he had accepted the position of Hand of the King. I couldn't imagine Winterfell with half of the Stark's missing, even Jon would be heading to the Wall soon. Robb would stay though, that comforted me, I had always been friends with him and Jon since we were children; we were all of an age and had grown up together. I would miss Arya terribly though, she and I were close despite the age difference, kindred spirits Lord Stark called us. He knew that Theon had been helping us both learn archery in secret and he had assured us that neither my mother nor Lady Stark would find out.

Theon didn't appear to be in the hall when I scanned the room and I felt annoyed with myself for feeling disappointed. I didn't know why he got me so wound up, he somehow seemed to simultaneously make my stomach twist in knots and my skin crawl. Robb spotted me then and waved me over and I put a smile on my face as I crossed over to him, pushing all thoughts of Theon to the back of my mind. "Are you joining the hunt tomorrow?" he asked me.

"You know I'm not," I said, taking the wine he offered.

"I've seen you shoot an arrow, you'd be an asset," he grinned.

"Flattered as I am you know I would never be allowed," I smiled.

"I suppose not, have you seen your brother?" he asked.

"He's otherwise engaged," I said meaningfully, raising an eyebrow.

"Between a woman's thighs?" he chuckled.

"Indeed," I smiled wryly, raising my cup to my lips.

"I swear he and Theon are trying to outdo one another," Robb commented after a time.

"Not you?" I teased.

"You know not me, I won't touch a woman until I'm married," he smiled.

"The whores of Winterfell must be so disappointed," I said dramatically and he shoved my shoulder slightly but I saw the grin on his face and it made me laugh slightly.

Jon

I had been practicing with the sword dummy when I turned and saw Karina walking out of the keep, I tried not to feel bitter that she had been in there enjoying herself with Robb and the others. It wasn't her fault I wasn't allowed to attend the feast, it was Lady Stark's decision and my father had agreed to it, apologising to me privately afterwards. She had never been kind to me, even when I was a child I was well aware that she was not my mother and that she would never play the role. Seeing the adoration she had poured down onto Robb and then later the other Stark children made me slowly start to despise her. I knew she could never love me as her own, but I had always hoped that she would one day be able to care for me, especially as she saw how close I had become to my half siblings. If anything though that had only made her dislike me even more and I couldn't help but feel resentful at the situation.

Karina spotted me then and began to walk towards me rather than back towards her home, her lips turning up into a smile as she approached. I had always liked Karina, we had always be close, but I knew well enough that our kiss had been a mistake. Neither of us had really wanted it, we were just sick of being seemingly the only two people in Winterfell that had not experienced our first kiss. We agreed we would kiss one another and it had been awkward, I felt nothing as my lips touched hers and I knew that she had felt the same. We agreed afterwards that it would never happen again, that we would only ever be friends.

"What are you doing, skulking out here?" she asked me.

"Steering clear of Lady Stark," I told her and she looked at me sympathetically.

"You know what your father always says," she said seriously.

"I know … I am family, but they don't all see it like that," I said bitterly.

"You're loved here Jon," she told me, her hand coming to rest on my arm.

"Not by all," I sighed.

"Your father loves you, your siblings love you," she insisted.

"Not all of them … Sansa has grown colder the older she has got," I confessed.

"She thinks she must behave like a true Lady," she soothed me.

"She thinks she must behave like her mother," I spat and she flinched slightly.

"I know you don't get on Jon but Lady Stark is a good woman," she said quietly.

"To you maybe," I shot back in an instant.

"I'm sorry Jon," she said quietly, "I won't pretend to know what it's like"

"Good, because you don't know, you can never know!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, coming closer to me and pulling me into a reassuring embrace.

Theon

I watched her embrace the bastard from the shadows of the stables, I had darted in there when she had emerged from the keep and looked on as she and Jon had shared an intense looking conversation. I didn't know what they had discussed, I only saw his hands around her waist and her head tucked into the crook of his neck. Bastard. The sooner he went to the Wall the better, I couldn't wait any longer to have him away from Karina. I knew I was being irrational, I had no claim to her; I was merely the man who had got her so drunk on her name day that she had almost given up her honour. She would have done if I hadn't stopped, I was sure of that, I hadn't imagined the low moan at the back of her throat, or the way she had clenched her hands desperately in my hair, holding my lips to hers. She had wanted me. Why the fuck hadn't I taken her?

A sigh of relief left me when she pulled away from Jon's embrace, my heart pounding uncomfortably for a moment as I felt certain they would kiss. They didn't, thank the Gods, she merely walked away from him and I noted that he didn't watch her walk away. If the bastard wanted her he wouldn't have taken his eyes from her; that made me feel slightly better. I took a long drink from my wine skin then before I left the stables and walked rather unsteadily towards the keep. It took a lot to get me drunk but I was well on the way, I had ended up staying at the brothel and doing all manner of things to Ros, all the while drinking cup after cup of wine. I only left when she passed out on the bed, a smirk on my lips at the thought that I could wear a woman like her out. I walked straight passed the dining hall, taking another swig of wine, and climbed the stairs up to my chamber, throwing myself down on the bed at once and closing my heavy eyes.

I deepened the kiss at her moan, pushing her backwards so she was pressed up against the ancient weirwood, my hands grabbing at her skirts, slipping under them to run my hands up her thighs. She was breathless then, her kiss becoming more urgent as I moved my hands further up her. I pressed my body closer to her then, feeling myself uncomfortably hard in my trousers, I was so close, so close to having the woman I had been lusting after for months. I pulled away from the kiss then as her legs wrapped around my waist, her eyes shining with anticipation as she gazed at me. I faltered then, for the first time in my life I faltered and I knew the moment was gone, I had had the chance to take her and I had thrown it away.

I woke up, breathing hard, cursing myself for drinking so much, I only ever dreamed of her when I had had too much to drink. I brought my hands up to my face then and tried to rub the memory away, why hadn't I just fucked her? The answer was simple, she had scared me; she scared me when she had looked so deeply into my eyes. I couldn't bring myself to take her maidenhead then, her vivid blue gaze had made me feel so guilty. Why oh why did I have to look her in the eye?

A/N: Chapter one done! What did you think of that?

Let me know you lovely people, I'll put another up next week.

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