A little Jon/Ygritte one-shot. This is my first ever fanfiction so please be nice! Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Jon lay awake on the cold, hard cave floor, made only slightly warmer by the furs that lay beneath him. He looked over his shoulder to see Ygritte sleeping peacefully half a foot away from him. The cave was already bitter with her body against his, but it was more so when she was lying away from him. He carefully rolled onto his side facing her and placed his elbow behind her resting his head on his hand. He looked down at her sleeping countenance and gently brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. Her pale face was only made paler by the dark hue of the cave. Jon studied Ygritte's sleeping form next to him. Her face appeared more relaxed. Her eyes free of lines made by squinting and her mouth slightly open as opposed to her constant smirk. She looked almost childlike. The innocence that he knew was taken from her long ago seemed to be present again. She did not look like the savage Wildling that he had captured and kept prisoner, but a peaceful noble woman, beautiful and in the throes of sleep. Like she was sleeping on the most luxurious bed money could buy with linens made of pure silk and woolen fleece. Jon just stared at her remembering where it all began.
He knew the moment he held his sword to her neck that she was different. He could not name it nor could he describe it, it was just there. He slept with his arms around her so he would not freeze to death. That was it, he thought. He denied any attraction to her, blaming it on the cold. However after he killed Qhorin, Ygritte's whole demeanor changed towards him. She did not look at him with that smirk on her face and the cheeky talk. She let her hood down, allowed him to see more of her fiery red hair and for once she was dumbstruck. Everything changed between them that day.
It was not until he lay with her for the first time in the cave that he knew there was more than a physical connection between them. During his brief time with her, he soon discovered that he and Ygritte were cut from the same cloth; both left their homes and forsook claims of family and honor, but none of that mattered to either of them now. They were destined to find each other and Jon now knew this. He was surprised at how hard and how quick he has fallen for her, but accepted his fate as it had come to him. Jon continued to gaze at the woman lying next to him. Ygritte seemed to become aware of his presence and started clutching to Jon like a child would to its mother. He gently caressed the side of her face as a gentle smile came over his own. Everything that he was taught throughout his life and the vows he had taken meant nothing to him now. All that mattered was this beautiful and unique woman lying next to him.
Only one thought was running through Jon's mind at this moment. It was something Maester Aemon had told him back at the Wall; "There is nothing compared to a woman's love." Of everything that old man had told him this was the one that stuck with him. All the times Ygritte has tempted him before this moment had made him think about these words. It was only when he finally gave in to his inner battles of his heart and mind he discovered the true meaning of these words. He knew it when he was both buried deep within her and lying right beside her watching her sleep. He only hoped that he could stay in this cave forever and constantly feel her love. Feeling her warmth radiate from her body and onto his own only made him want to take her in his arms and never let her was the moment he vowed to protect Ygritte and keep her free of harm. He would even give his own life for her if need be. According to her, he knew nothing, but there was one thing he did know: Jon Snow, the motherless bastard, was in love with Ygritte, the girl kissed by fire.