Sansa goes to Jon's room late at night to beg him not to go to Dragonstone. Forbidden passion ensues.

This will possibly be a collection of one-shots, although I've never written smut for this ship before so we'll see what the response is. This fic is canon divergent and set during 6x02.

WARNING: This fic contains explicit sexual content including incest (like, a lot of incest), rough sex, and did I mention incest? Seriously, Jon and Sansa do not know they're cousins. Read at your own risk.

The Blood of the Wolf

Sansa held her breath as she raised a small fist to the large wooden door before her. The hallway was dark and cold, but her pounding heart was flooding her body with warmth. Jon had finally agreed to take the Lord's chamber instead of her, only to be leaving the next day. Unfortunately, she wasn't there to exchange heartfelt goodbyes.

When he answered the door her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen her brother without a shirt since they were children. His body certainly had changed. He looked at her with a curious expression.

"I know it's late," she said apologetically, "but can I come in?"

Warily he nodded and widened the entryway. Sansa stepped inside, her eyes wide in the dark. The large room was bathed in the flickering shadows of a great crackling fire. She looked around. The bed was covered in wolf hides sewn together. It looked much warmer than her room. He went to sit down by the fire and began sharpening Longclaw on his knee. "I know why you're here." he said after a long moment. "I have to go, Sansa."

"Says who?! You're not a bastard anymore, you're a king! You can do whatever you want. You belong here. With me."

"I can't believe I thought you would be happy." he snapped, "I have given you my entire kingdom. The only home I've ever known. Yours. And how do you thank me? By making me feel like I'm abandoning you!"

"You ARE abandoning me!" she shouted.

"You have Brienne to protect you, you have Ser Royce to counsel you, and, as much as I hate to admit it, I doubt anyone will be swindling you out of Winterfell while Littlefinger's around. You do not need me here. You need me on Dragonstone negotiating terms with a possible ally."

Sansa didn't know why she felt hysterical. Fear consumed her. "Jon, if you go south, you will not come back."

"How do you know that?"

"Because you're too good a person to play this game! You follow the rules, you're forgiving and kind, just like father, and you're going to get killed for it."

Jon put down his whet stone with a huff, "You know, I'm harder to kill than you think I am."

"And Rob never lost a battle."

"Why do you think I'm doing this? We're going to lose the battle to end all Battles if Daenerys doesn't help us.

Sansa shrieked petulantly, "Oh, shut up! You're just a stupid Stark who has no idea what he's doing and is going to get himself killed!"

Jon stood suddenly from the small wooden bench making it screech sharply across the stone floor. He walked towards her with eyes dark and jaw clenched. Sansa found herself stepping back, frightened by the familiar look in his eye. Jon always did have a fiery temper. She realized too late she had woken the beast. The cold hard wall knocked the breath from her chest when she backed into it. She tried not to tremble as he came to stand just a few inches away. She was taller than him, she reminded herself, but her eyes rolled over the muscles of his bare arms and chest. They were covered in scars. Both hatefully ugly and disturbingly beautiful, they marked each time he had been betrayed. She gulped. Death hadn't stopped him. A half and inch wouldn't either.

"I didn't want to take back Winterfell." he said, "I didn't want to be king. I wanted us to go somewhere safe. Somewhere I wouldn't have to fight anymore."

"I told you, we wouldn't have been safe anywhere."

"Oh, that's horse shit, Sansa, and you know it!" he shouted, making her flinch. He clenched his fists at his sides and said in a low growl, "I went to war for you. I chose to attack when I didn't have the men, for you. I wanted to flee and focus on saving the only family I had left but you wanted me to avenge our family so here I am. Going to Dragonstone to meet the daughter of the man who murdered our grandfather because, thanks to you, I now have an entire kingdom to protect. I have given you Winterfell, I have given you the North. What more do you want?!"

"I don't care about any of those things, I just want you!" Sansa cried, surprising herself. She blinked, unsure of how the words had escaped her mouth. Her hands shook as they covered her trembling lips and two tears slipped down her face. She looked at her brother. How could they share a father yet look so different? For months she had been trying to reconcile the man that stood before her with the boy who had left for the wall, but she couldn't. Jon Snow she barely knew. They're interactions were few and far between. But the White Wolf he grew up to be was a man of strength and power. As a girl she had always dreamed of marrying a king. Someone brave and gentle and strong. She'd always thought that king would be Joffrey, but she had been a stupid little girl. She didn't want a lion. Or a rose. Or a falcon. Or a stag. There was only one family she could trust not to use her or hurt her or betray her. Only one family she would ever allow to touch her in any way. They were the last of the wolves. They belonged together. And she realized that she would never be capable of loving or trusting an outsider again.

Before she could stop herself, Sansa stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and kissed his lips with all the confidence she could muster.

For one brief moment everything felt so right. She had expected revulsion. She had expected disgust. Instead she felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over her. Yes, this was what she wanted. He was what she wanted. The man who stayed loyal to his own no matter what the cost. The man who got killed for doing the right thing. All her loved-ones were gone but her brother refused to die. He was the reason she wasn't alone.

Jon jerked back in surprise. "What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, catching her by the wrists and tearing her hands from his face.

Sansa's chest was heaving. Of course Jon wouldn't feel the same. He was too innocent for such sordid desires. But Cersei and Littlefinger had taught her how to get what she wanted. It was time she used those skills.

"Jon, listen to me." she implored, "This world is no longer a safe place for us. Our family has endured betrayal and war and rebellion and we are all that's left. I will not let our house disappear, do you hear me? The Starks are done trusting other families." His grip on her hands was still iron tight but he let her take his face in her hands, "There is a reason the Targaryen's kept the bloodline's pure. Marriages weaken all family's. Rob, Jofferey, Tyrion, even Ramsay they were all destroyed because they married outsiders. I will never trust any man more than I trust you. I will never feel safer with any man than I feel with you." As she spoke, his expression softened, but she couldn't read it. Fear swelled in her chest. Now that she had said it, she knew it would always be true. He would have her heart forever. "Wolves shouldn't lay with lesser beasts." she said, "Only the Starks are worthy of Winterfell. The North should be ruled by us and no one else." Gently, she tipped her head and brushed her lips against his while running her fingers through his hair. "I let me serve you, your Grace." she said between pecks, "Let me counsel you. Let me share your secrets, the ones you can tell nobody else. You're not just a king. You've returned from the dead, you should be worshiped as a god. If a god wants his sister he should take her."

Jon was gasping for breath now, "I'll hurt you." he croaked out.

"No, you won't."

"Yes," he said, gripping her wrists tight enough to bruise. "I will."

She gulped. Nervous excitement filling her belly. "Why?"

He growled, walking her back, "Because as much as I want to protect you, every time you undermine me in front of the whole damn kingdom it makes me want to-" her back hit the wall hard as he pinned her wrists to the cold stone. His body pressed against her so hard she could feel him through her white nightgown. His hands slid down her arms, down her flushed chest, and came to rest on the curve of her waist. His grip downright hurt, but it sent little pangs of arousal to her core.

Sansa smiled. He had just revealed his weakness. "What's wrong, bastard? Don't like being told what to do by your little sister?" She smirked as he seethed, "Littlefinger was right about you."

With a growl Jon grabbed her face and kissed her hard enough to take her breath away. She immediately kissed him back, her whole body shaking with excitement. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her so tight she could barely breathe. His strength brought a flood of moisture to her cunt and made her ache for him.

They kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. His lips were hungry and forceful. His hands were ravenous as well. They searched her body for something just out of reach. She knew what it was.

Panting like the wolves they were she gasped, "I know it's wrong to disobey my big brother-"

"And you're king."

Sansa smiled, "The Lady of Winterfell has disrespected you, your Grace. What are you going to do about it?"

Jon kissed her again and walked her to the bed. She nearly tripped he walked so fast. When she felt the soft fur against her back she arched and pulled her gown up over her waist, then yelped in surprise when Jon ripped it to pieces. He surprised her by kissing all over her body until something appeared to catch his eye. She looked down and blanched with shame. Her body was covered with scars as well. They were viciously jagged and poorly healed. At first the expression on his face was filled with horror. Then it melted into simmering rage. He gathered her hair in one hand and gripped it tight. His other hand pulled her right leg up to wrap around him. Every movement was very intentional and yet he held her as if he was struggling hold back. She winced as his grip on her hair grew to tight and felt arousal explode within her. It was amazing, even though it was wrong.

Ramsay had done this to her, she thought. All she'd known of sex was pain and dominance. That would probably always be there. But to enjoy it she needed trust, and there was no one in the world she trusted not to hurt her save for Jon. She liked that he could overpower her, but would never use that power against her. She also liked the danger. Her protector couldn't protect her from himself.

Jon kissed her roughly and she urged him on by grinding into him. He felt her breasts and kneaded them so hard it brought tears of pleasure to her eyes. Together they managed to get off his trousers and then he was rubbing his hard cock against her. She pulled him in, begging him with her lips to enter her. "My brother is the only man that has earned the right to be inside me."

As soon as the words left her mouth he pushed against her entrance, slowly easing in at an agonizing pace. She gasped. Ramsay had used many instruments to torture her, but the weapon he had been born with was pathetically useless when it came to causing pain. Jon was a different story. She was relieved to feel that she had finally healed, but as he went deeper she felt her walls stretching tight. Sansa let out a pitiful noise and felt him kiss her brow tenderly. "Almost there." he whispered.

When her body had finally accepted him they both sighed heavily. It was extremely deep. She'd never felt anything like it. He was seated just passed the point of resistance which created a terrible, wonderful feeling inside. He slid all the way out, and then all the way back in, pushing until she cried out from pleasure-pain. He kissed her neck and began pumping in and out, still gripping her hair just as tightly. She clawed at his back. It wasn't enough. She was desperate for more. She moaned, "Fuck me, Lord Commander."

Jon growled and slammed into her with so much force she nearly hit the headboard. He bit her neck and fucked her hard and fast. She laughed with joy and grabbed him by the back of the neck, "Do you remember how I used to ignore you when you spoke? I was a lady fit for a king and you were just a bastard who wasn't worth my time."

He made a vengeful noise and threw her legs up over her head so he could pound into her much deeper than before, "You really should have been punished more as a child. It's the reason you constantly disobey me."

Sansa felt a pressure building deep in her core. When he spanked her hard on the ass it triggered a fire that rippled through her entire body. Just as she opened her mouth to scream her brother's name his hand slapped over her mouth and she produced only a muffled, but torturous sound. As the pleasure burned through her she felt him release inside of her. She felt tears slide down her face. She had been worried sex was ruined forever. Jon was an escape from that fear.

When she came down she felt exhausted. After a moment of comprehension he helped her out of the tatters that were her nightgown and pulled her under the furs. It was suddenly freezing and getting colder. He wrapped her in his arms from behind and nuzzled her sweetly. His hands wondered over her body until he found them drawn to the scars on her breasts. "You're right. I can't risk this happening again. I don't want you marrying an outsider."

Sansa turned in his arms. She looked up into his big brown eyes and said, "You and I are going to rebuild House Stark. I am going to carry only Stark children and will fuck only a Stark king. It's the only way our house will survive the wars to come."

"And it won't happen if I don't come back."

Sansa nodded. "I'll be alone forever."

He brushed a piece of hair from her face. "I won't let that happen."

She didn't believe he could actually do it, but she trusted that he would try. "So," said cleverly, "do you forgive me yet?"

"For what?"

"For being awful."

Jon laughed, a rare sight. "No," he said, kissing her passionately, "I'm think you'll have to be punished several more times before you learn your lesson."

Thanks for reading! First attempts are always scary and even I admit this was a smidddddge ooc but I had fun writing it so hopefully you want me to do more.

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