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Jon

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In my embrace, Ygritte felt lithe and delicate, such a skinny thing. Strong as she might be, and certainly was, I wondered how a girl could be so small.

She has her bow, but in close combat... size beats agility, nine times out of ten. I worried that someone, someday, might succeed in overpowering her. My fear was fleeting. What man would test his strength against Ygritte?

I brushed the fur of my gloves against her skin. She was colder than she let on, and you could blame it on impatience. She'd been in such a hasten to remove her clothes ...

Stuck in furs was the only way I'd ever known her. I'd sworn it it would stay that way.

Last time it was for warmth... this time ...

I slid away from the kiss, suckling at the icy poise of Ygritte's neck. Though I seemed to have warmed her everywhere else, her skin was cool against my lips. In a careless trice, I left wine-coloured stains to glisten above her collarbone. Ygritte might insist it didn't matter, that she didn't care, but I wished I'd been more gentle.

I found her pulse, not-quite-steady under my tongue, and she tilted her head back to invite my kisses. A pleasant sigh escaped her lips; an expectant shudder ran through my body. And the doubt came creeping back, forcing me to receive my pleasure with guilt.

This is wrong. It wasn't part of any plan… I didn't have to do it.

But in a way, I did. I just had to.

... Was this how it was for my father, when he disgraced himself in my mother's bed? I wondered if Ygritte would let me stop; surely I had done enough. I could feel the carved red eyes in the weirwood grove... watching me, staring, witness to my every broken vow. It was an unwelcome feeling, so cold.

But Ygritte is warm. So real, standing before me.

She shivered again— not out of cold.

The need cut through me, sharper than a blade of Valyrian steel.

I inhaled the peppery scent of her hair, and trailed lower— further, with my kisses...

Before I could think, I'd reached her chest. Ygritte's breasts were just as small as the rest of her; fair and proud. I made to admire them with a softer kind of wanting than before— a slight hesitation at the height of each, and my kisses trailed further still.

A deed's truer than words. She'd said it, hadn't she? Sure of myself now, I kissed her there, lightly, between the legs.
Ygritte let out a little gasp, opening herself up to me. She tasted pink. I heard her again, all asigh.

"You're still in your clothes ..."

"I am," I agreed, hardly removing my mouth from her.

"You really know nothing, Jon Sn—"

Her words cut short. Eyes shut tight.

... Hands in my hair.

"Abso... lutely... nothin'... ... Oh, gods!"

Nails on my scalp.

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Ygritte

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To think I thought you a maid.

My voice echoed through the cave once more, a wordless cry of pleasure, as Jon let a finger slide between my quivering folds. As he touched his lips to the flush of my skin, his grip on my leg tightened, limiting my movement, as to control what he did, and how he did it.

"F-fuck," I gasped, choking on the word.

Jon just chuckled, letting his teeth graze the inside of my thigh. A moment later, when he joined a second finger to his first, I made sound to my delight— a groan mixed with curse, for I couldn't decide. Neither could I see Jon's smile, but I sure could feel it, wide and beaming.

His smile soon faded— teeth for tongue. Jon sucked at my skin, as slow as anything, but hard enough... I didn't care if he left a mark, and I hoped he didn't, either.

With each dive of his fingers, he breached an eternity. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn't enough... as if his touch was a sacred thing to spend, he acted orderly and careful with it. Why be so damn shy, I wondered— just when his fingers twisted within me—

As my back began to arch, Jon slowed, giving way to empty space.

"Jon Snow," I pleaded, "Don't stop, my sweet—"

"Too fast?" he chirped.

"Bastard—"

His tongue delved back in.

I could barely handle all o' the sensation at once. Jon's actions were not random or desperate as they should have been, as they went. In truth, they barely hinted of inexperience. I figured that... if he claimed to be a maid, he was lying.

And I'd wanted to be his first.

Still, he found nerves that neither of us were certain existed. He'd reach for as much of me as possible, but made a shy ending, so just his breath would kiss me, sometimes. The crow's a tricksy bird. My hands grappled with his hair— if I didn't hold onto something, I'd lose myself.

I had barely the time to notice he'd released me again, when his hands changed posts— one moved to massage my hip, and his other glided two fingers back into my centre. I welcomed him with a sharp intake of breath, a swift jerk on his shoulders. The rest of his attention turned to me and my sensitive bundle of nerves, which he guided into his mouth and held, soft-like. It was enough; he sent me into shivers right then. I dug my nails into his skin, trying to feel, for all it was worth.

"You're going to kill meif you go on like this—"

"Truly?" Jon whispered. "I'd best stop …"

I cursed for him to keep at it, and would he please shut up!

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Jon

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I wondered if any other girl would be so hard to please. Ygritte wasn't like most girls... but she was close. I could feel it.

With a final, rough suck, I pulled away, pressing my lips to the crease of her hip. I wove my fingers inside to soothe her wanting, trying for a moment to catch my breath.

Ygritte gave an odd squeak, her body tightening around my fingers.

"Oh" she said. "It feels like…"

She inhaled with a hiss, unable to complete her thought for the restless twitching in her hips and spine. As her body tensed with pure, ineffable feeling, she tilted her head back and let out a scream, all through clenched teeth. Another pulse rolled through, this time coating my hand wet. I was slightly caught off guard, but acting the pro, I had a taste of her sweetness again.

I worried about kissing her on the mouth after that, but my worry slipped somewhere between her quicksworn we don't care.

She'd managed to turn me so I had my back against a smooth surface near the water's edge. I had barely the time to be impressed by the idea she'd actually planned such a manoeuvre when the shove came-— and suddenly, Ygritte was atop me, straddling me, shoving her tongue down my throat.

With each breath she gave a growl of frustration, and only kissed harder afterwards. It was coming to a point where I feared she would soon leave bruises on my lips. She moved against the front of me, thrusting her hips back and forth, rousing me in the best way— faster, faster.

She pulled the furs off my shoulders, fingers working nimbly to undo the laces at the front of my breeches— even going so far as to try and undo them with her teeth. Her attempt was elegant, for the most part, but she'd either been too impatient, or was too inexperienced to pull it off.

I didn't care... except for the increasing tension of my groin.

Ygritte whispered sweet things into my ear, her tongue gliding over my newly exposed flesh. Ravishing, she hushed; a fancy southern word that had made its way over the Wall.

Ravishing, she cooed, like a dove.

She undid the laces properly, with her hands, while I fixed my cloak so we might lay atop it. A bed of sorts, soft as any, made by the heap of discarded furs. Once the laces were done, Ygritte yanked my breeches down, with an audacious, pronounced daring. At the sight of my arousal, her lips curved upwards, with such a delight written on her face that it flattered me to be admired so. I blushed accordingly, and leaned over, turning her to my advantage— so I might back her against the furs.

My fingers danced over each of her perfect angles and curves, feeling for anything I hadn't quite noticed before. I traced the lift of her chin, the arch of her back, the swell of her breasts. I tilted my head beneath hers, and nuzzled my lips to the soft of her throat. I whispered all wanting into her skin, burying my nose in her thick red hair.

She just smiled. "Have me now, my wolf o' Winterfell."


I made to spread Ygritte's slender, white legs. She was wet and rosy between; ripe for the taking, but I found I'd lost in confidence what I'd spent in pleasuring her with my mouth. I didn't trust myself. What of the consequences?

I flirted around her entrance, unsure as anything. This is something I have to do. All I want is you ...

"Hurry now," came Ygritte's whispered, impatient voice. "If you'll have me. I'm yours, I'm yours—"

I looked over my beloved Ygritte. You give yourself away- it's all I am not to do the same.

I gave her a light kiss under the breast. All to regret. Now.

Her heat was immediate. Overwhelming. I was inside her; she was inside me.

I took a moment, barely able to think for the feeling; for the grit of my teeth—

I moved, ever slightly, only to hear Ygritte's breath catch.

My sigh rippled, stuck in my throat, as her eyes fluttered to meet mine. Her look was broken ice in the spring.

"Gods, have I... hurt you?"

I couldn't imagine I'd just— I looked down for blood at the place where we were met.

"No, it's only… I've been aching for this, Jon Snow. I've wanted you so long. It's too good for words."

"It is," I agreed.

When I started in again, shallow and slow-like, Ygritte wrapped her legs around me, spurring me to take up all the space inside her. The push, the pull, and deeper still.

Ygritte rewarded me with the most delightfully evocative of sounds. I wanted to know them, as I felt them. Her sharp intakes of breath, and exhales, mixed with sigh. Her voice was an echo, stirring me to thrust deeper— she accepted more of me each time. I still worried about hurting her, but if I ever did, she wouldn't say. She never did seem to wince or cry out for pain.

I was relieved. I lost myself in the warmth of her flesh; it was a rush like I'd never imagined.

I couldn't help but wonder. How can something so wrong feel so unbearably good?

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Ygritte

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I imagined my heart beating in time with Jon's, as he pushed into me, firm and full and steady.

Each thrust woke steam and sensation in my body... it was as if something deep inside of us... was melting together.

My head was light as a feather, cloudy as a stormy day.

"Jon, my sweet…"

"Yes," he hushed, rocking me with another jerk of his hips. Somehow, he found my lips through our hasty lovemaking. His lips were soft, fuller than I remembered. I returned the kiss with a wet hunger, making his mouth open for my tongue. The kiss couldn't last so long, though— the clash of our bodies required a great amount of breath.

I heard Jon groan, before his words came. "So warm," his breathless praise. "The warmest ..."

He brushed back a strand of my hair, with a gentle hand. I was struck by his tenderness. I felt his lips touch my neck, and he drew me closer.

It felt like every part of me was being touched by him. It felt like…

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling myself falter. "Snow—"

Seized with feeling and lost in the moment of my pleasure, it felt as if my lungs had halved in weight. Jon let out a frazzled breath, and his thrusts became urgent; rushed.

All to regret. I shrugged out from beneath him.

"E... Ygritte…"

I could see Jon's teeth clench together, cursing, as I spread over him; kissed the shell of his ear. "Do it," I hushed.

I gripped his shoulders fast.

As he thrust himself inside me, he let out a snarled gasp; I had to cry out as well.

In a few quick strokes, it was done. He called out my name; a flayed whisper. Ygritte, Ygritte, Ygritte. His voice filled my ears and echoed, until I couldn't hear it anymore.

Any ache I might've felt was soon replaced by a silky, unfamiliar feeling.

Like the petals of a rose outspread within me. I sighed for the feel of it; it felt as if I'd never be empty again, and warm for all time.

My heart was racing. I was seeing stars.


x KissedbyDirt x

Chapter posted December the 16th; content revised on May the 5th and most recently on June the 29th.

I wish Jon hadn't pleasured Ygritte with his mouth, in retrospect, because I did no justice whatsoever to that interaction.

... Thank-you endearingly for the read, my dear reader.