Winterfell

Arya

she was currently returning from the rookery where Maester Luwin had tasked her to deliver some scrolls to Lord Stark when all of a sudden Lady Stark came...well...thundering towards her with a scowl that could curdle milk.

"And where do you think you're going, bastard?"

"Just delivering these scrolls to my Father" Arya always referred to Lord Stark as father whenever she was talking to her, she knew it pissed her off and she couldn't for life of her to care.

"THATS Lord Stark to you bastard".

"Lord Stark...father, same thing really"

"You will refer to him as Lord Stark, am I clear bastard?" Catelyn seethed.

"Well he fucked another woman and I and Jon was the by-product of their coupling so by logic he is my

father but I suppose that's too hard to grasp for lesser more dim-witted creatures wouldn't you agree Lady Catelyn?". Her blood was up and she was swinging wild, she was getting her last hits in before she left this place, she knew she'd get an explosive reaction out of her and she braced for impact.

*SLAP*

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT, BASTARD!"

Arya braced for the slap and was able collect herself "I apologies Lady Catelyn, it was a mere slip of the tongue. Not unlike us bastards to bring shame upon ourselves by merely opening our mouths are it?"

Lady Catelyn yanked the scrolls from Arya and brushed past her towards Lord Stark solar

"Your father will hear about your disrespect towards me, mark my words".

Arya picked up on her slip up and couldn't resist getting the last word in as she headed out towards the gods wood, shut the door behind her, not waiting for the reaction Lady Catelyn was no doubt going to send her way, she didn't care.

Knock on the door.

I hope that it would be father or Jon the only people that came to knock on her door at the hour of the wolf."Enter"

"How you feel little wolf"

"I….fine"

All he answered with an eye roll and a shrug.

Damn that beautiful dark grey eyes she thought"why you come here Jon"

"I'm sorry my little pup"

Drop off tear come out to her eyes not now "it's not your fault."

"It is, I had not been with you there"

With her silly smile "I just think how if mother had been with us or we with her" smile disappear, more tear come out and running through her pink cheeks. Tear on her big dark grey eyes makes him more uncomfortable.

He comes close to her and they hugs tightly and now tear come his eyes too "she….she love us…" he reply with cracked soother voice and striding closer, and before she can even realize he has caught her lips with her own, and his tongue is sliding across her bottom lip asking permission to enter. She gives it willingly feeling herself sink into his embrace, loving the feel of him on her, and wishing they weren't related so that they could take this further. He pulls back and they both work to catch their breath. He pulls out of their embrace, kisses her forehead, and turns to leave, and before she can stop him he is out of her room.