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Written for labonsoirfemme for the prompt: Jon x Sansa - cooking/baking, ~*alone*~ or with others.
Sansa giggled as she turned from putting the tray of cupcakes into the oven and noticed the smudge of flour decorating Jon's cheekbone.
"What?" he asked, looking self-conscious now the flurry of activity the baking had produced was over.
Sansa had been as shocked as anyone when Jon had volunteered to help her bake the last remaining goodies needed for Rickon's birthday party tomorrow. None of her siblings had offered to help, all slinking out as she let out irritated sigh at their retreating backs.
Only Jon stayed in the kitchen, ignoring Robb's raised eyebrows as he'd dug his hands in his pockets and quietly asked what she had needed help with.
It was the first time Sansa had seen him in a few years and she had been surprised at the change. Gone was the skinny boy with the sad eyes who had been ever present at their house after his dad had died and his stepmother had moved back to Sicily, where her family lived. Jon had been placed in foster care but had ended up most nights at their place, his foster family not really caring what he did as long as they got their money from the Local Authority.
Now, he stood a few inches taller than Robb and had filled out. She'd had trouble keeping her hands from wandering too close to his arms all evening. They looked impressive in the casually rolled up flannel shirt he wore.
Whilst they had mixed the cake batter up, she had asked him why he had stayed around to help. He had shrugged and said he'd never baked before and she'd had to tamp down the pang of pity she had felt for the lonely little outcast of a boy he'd been.
"You've got flour on your face," she said.
The flush in his cheeks already present thanks to the overwarm kitchen deepened and he rubbed at his cheek, somehow managing to miss the flour.
"Here," she said, coming over with a tea towel and leaning up to brush it off.
She teetered slightly, finding Jon to be even taller than he appeared.
"Steady," he said a little gruffly, putting his hand on her waist to steady her as her hands naturally landed on his shoulders.
"Thanks," she said quietly and although she knew she should draw back, she found herself staring into his eyes. She had never noticed them before, but they were beautiful. A deep, dark grey framed with thick black eyelashes that always seemed unfair on a boy.
Her eyes dropped to his lips and her breath hitched as he licked them. Unconsciously she moved closer, puckering her lips slightly before a blast of cold wind signalled the entry of someone into the kitchen and Jon pulled his head up, dropping his hands from her waist and rubbing at his neck.
"Don't mind me," Robb said with an edge in his tone as he took in how close they stood to each other. "Have you finished playing house with my baby sister, yet?"
Sansa bristled at Robb's tone, ready to snap back when Jon, ignoring Robb's narrow eyed glare, looked at her and said, "Is there anything else you need help with, Sansa?"
"As a matter of fact, you could help me with the icing," she replied, taking the excuse the grab his arm and feel if they were just as impressive as they looked.
Robb huffed noisily and Sansa looked over her shoulder at her irritated brother and stuck her tongue out.
She wasn't ready to relinquish him just yet.