Written for jemmilou, the prompt was: Jon is the neighborhood watch leader and catches Sansa in a compromising position.
The sound of shoes scuffing against stone had his head whipping around and he peered into the darkened front garden of the house opposite.
As he eyes adjusted to the gloom of the shadowy garden, he saw the outline of someone clinging to a wisteria vine that looked as if it was about to pull away from the wall.
Sighing and cursing his luck at coming across a potential burglary when all he wanted was to pass on his bed. He also cursed Sam for the fifth time that night. He'd signed up to the Night's Watch as a favour to Sam, who had come home to find his house ransacked and had decided to set up a Neighbourhood Watch scheme. Jon had tried to tell him the idea of a Neighbourhood Watch had died out years ago and besides, they had always been the domain of busybody, net curtain twitching old ladies, not a bunch of guys in their twenties.
"We'll give it a different name, something cool," Sam had said, before coming up with the Night's Watch.
Jon had rolled his eyes but joined Sam, Pyp and Grenn out of loyalty more than anything.
Creeping forward, not keen to start a confrontation, Jon peeked around the hawthorn tree that spilled out onto the pavement. Before he could call out, there was a crash and scream and he darted forward, catching the surprisingly light would-be thief.
It was a her, he realised, as her legs wrapped around his waist and he found himself with a handful of pert bottom. Next door's security light activated and he looked up into the prettiest face he'd seen in a long time. Big blue eyes shone out at him and he had the urge to brush the stray tendril of auburn hair that was stuck to her cheek. He quickly dropped her down onto her feet.
"Are you a knight?" she asked, panting a little as she sought to catch her breath.
"No," he said. "I'm part of the Night's Watch."
Jon mentally groaned at his instinctive answer as she giggled. "The what?"
"Never mind," he said, determined not to sound anymore nerdy than his original answer had made him. "Are you attempting to break into this property?"
The laughter started up again. "No!" she said. "I'm house sitting for my brother, but I've managed to lock myself out."
He looked up at the door then. "You're Robb's sister?" he asked, realising that they shared the same colouring.
"Yep. Sansa Stark," she said, sticking her hand out for him to shake.
"Jon Snow," he replied. "And I have a spare key for Robb. He gets me to feed Grey Wind sometimes. I'll go fetch it for you."
"Do you have coffee as well?" Sansa asked, with a little flirtatious look up at him that had him gulping.