Tareaia

The King had arrived days ago with his massive horde of people following. I had never been busier. Lady Arya was constantly rushing about finding new ways to destroy her gowns and Lady Sansa was even fussier with her appearance than normal. Between the two of them, I collapsed into my bed every night under the weight of exhaustion. Since the King had arrived I had only seen glimpses of Jon here or there, no doubt Lady Stark's doing. She usually kept him well out of sight.

I had heard many whispers that Lord Stark was to be the new Hand of the King. I didn't dare ask either of the girls and without being able to talk to Jon I had no way of confirming it. I was alone in so many ways; it was constantly breaking my heart.

I shuffled out of Lady Arya's chambers carrying another arm load of torn and stained gowns. I had so many of hers to mend and wash. I didn't know how I would ever finish them all. My eyelids were starting to close of their own accord when a voice broke through my drowsiness. "Would you like some help?" Jon asked kindly. His new found friend, Ghost was padding along softly beside him. "I don't think it would do for all the men here to see you toting a bunch of gowns about." I answered smiling at finally getting the chance to see him. "Nonsense, they pay me no mind." He reached over and took most of my load from me his fingers lingering briefly as he did. "Thank you. Your sister is making it a mission to destroy every gown in the seven kingdoms I think." I acknowledged him. He chuckled and continued walking slowly with me towards the washrooms. "That sounds like Arya." A sad look passed over his handsome features for a moment before he spoke again. "Tareaia, I have to tell you something." I cut my eyes at him not liking the expression on his face or the tone he used. Whenever Jon used those words they weren't good ones. He started to say whatever it was but he choked on the words and kept glancing about looking everywhere but my face. My heart was beating hard by now. "Jon, sneak away to my room tonight. Tell me then." I said. I brought a hand up and quickly caressed his jaw before taking my bundle back from him.

I finished making my way to the washrooms, leaving Lady Arya's gowns. I hurried my way back to their rooms to finish all the other things that I had to do before night fell. Exhaustion was quickly running me down, but I wouldn't let it keep me its captive tonight. Whatever Jon's secret was this would be the first night would have together in a long time or probably for a long while again. It had to count.

Once I finished with everything for the girls, I slipped quickly back into my room. I stripped down to nothing and slipped a thin night dress over my head. I pulled the pins out of my hair letting it tumble down my back. I shook it out and ran my fingers through it, creating a wild and seductive look in the waves. I pinched my cheeks and raked my teeth over my bottom lip bringing some natural color to my face.

A soft knock sounded on my door, stirring my heart into action. I ran to the door and jerked it open. I jumped when it wasn't Jon who stood at, but a very drunk Theon. "Well, aren't you beautiful? If I didn't know better, I'd say you were waiting on someone." He slurred, reaching for me. I stepped away from him. "You're drunk, Theon. Go back to your chambers." I narrowed my eyes at him and waited for him to turn around. "I think you mean, my Lord Theon," he corrected. "Fine, Lord Theon, you're drunk. Go back to your chambers. You have no business in mine." I snarled, trying to slam the door back between us. He wedged his boot between the door and the frame pushing his way into my room though. He reached for me again, this time grabbing ahold of my arm and snatching me against him. I struggled against him. "Theon let me go." I pleaded. He smirked and dug his fingers harsher into my arm. "Tell me, Tareaia, why is it that that you refuse me, when none of the others do?" he breathed across my face, stinking of summer wine.

"Theon let go of her!" Jon's voice thundered behind us. Theon jerked, shocked to realize someone else was here. He smirked again and then turned back to face me. "Until next time, Tareaia." He whispered, before roughly dropping my arm. He stalked the few steps out of my room, shouldering past Jon roughly as he went.

"Are you hurt?" Jon asked rushing to my side. I shook my head and laid it gently on his shoulder in comfort. "I'll probably be a little bruised, but nothing serious." I said finally meeting his dark eyes. He reached forward and brushed my silver hair back from my face and hugged me tight to him for a few minutes. He pulled away after a moment despite my protest. He stepped quietly and closed the door, latching it. "Oh," I said smiling. He chuckled and stepped back to me. He kissed me gently, running his fingertips down the length of my long neck. He whispered my name against my lips and buried his calloused hands in my hair.

We had been this way together so many times before, but something was different this time. There was an edge to it. Something like finality, sadness, that was tinging the way we kissed and touched and moved. Whatever he had to say was going to take him from me of that I was certain.

He pulled away from my kiss and smoothed my hair back into place stopping his hand on my heart. "Tareaia," he started, but I shushed him. Whatever he had to say would wait. I wanted this moment. I pulled him to me, crushing him in a passion filled kiss. I untied his cloak from his shoulders, dropping it the floor. He pulled away again, and stared softly, lovingly into my eyes. "Tareaia," he tried to start again. I silenced him once again with another kiss, sliding my tongue over the tip of his gently. "For the moment, let's just forget everything and just be us. Just be Jon and Tareaia, no one or nothing else. The rest can wait." I implored him softly tracing his jawline with my fingertips. He searched my eyes for a moment before nodding. He folded me in his arms and brought his mouth back to mine in a loving gentle but eager way. It seemed that Jon wanted this as much as I did.

My breath quickened as his fingers trailed down my arm leaving me shivering. I kissed him then deeply letting every feeling I had poor into it. He dug his hands into my hair, kissing me back in just the same way. I ran my hands over his chest and found the buttons on his tunic, undoing them one by one. He groaned softly when my hands found his smooth skin beneath. I pushed the fabric from his shoulders never breaking our kiss. When we finally needed air, Jon pulled away and stared at me, hunger haunting his dark eyes. I reached down then and caught the fabric of my shift in my hands, pulling it over my head in a smooth motion. His gaze lingered on my face, trying not to look at my completely exposed flesh. It took him a moment before his more depraved side won out and he began to search across my body. His gaze kept sweeping back and forth hungrily from my breasts to my pelvis.

I smiled sweetly and stepped back up to him pressing myself against him. He automatically wrapped his arms around my waist. He swallowed and let out a nervous sigh. I smirked then, pressing my naked chest harder against his, enjoying the feel of our flesh together with no barriers between us.

I lightly traced my fingers up his arms, raising gooseflesh wherever I touched. I followed my trail with my eyes, up to his shoulders where I rested my hands. I tossed my mane of silver hair behind me and brought my mouth back to his encouraging him to take whatever he wanted from me.

His tongue swept over mine forcefully surprising me. His hands were now beyond eager as they trailed down my waist to my bottom, picking me up. He walked us over to my bed, dropping us both down onto it. He brushed my hair out of the way, kissing and nipping his way down my neck. I groaned when he reached my breast. My hips squirmed beneath us, as I threw my head back when he wrapped his tongue around my nipple. I tugged at his curly hair unconsciously, enjoying the new sensation. I bit my lip as his hand ghosted its way down to my legs. He clutched my thigh so hard it would no doubt leave a bruise, but I didn't care so long as he didn't stop touching me.

I tugged on him bringing him back up to my mouth. He kissed me senseless, but was keeping the one thing I wanted away from me. I ran my nails down his chest, his abdomen, to the one thing I wanted most. I rubbed my hand across the hard bulge in his breeches, causing Jon to hiss and drop his head to my shoulder. I smirked and did it again. This time he pushed into my hand, enjoying it. I nipped his broad shoulder in front of my face and shifted under him. I wrapped my pale legs around his hips forcing him to bring his weight down onto me. His hard cock settled against my bare flesh making me want him all the more. I wanted his breeches gone. I wanted nothing between us. I reached between us for the ties of his pants, but before I could get anywhere, Jon pinned my hand to the side. He reached down and ran his warm tongue up my throat, eliciting a long low moan from me. He was teasing me. I bucked my hips up, gliding my wet center down him. He growled and pressed his hips back into me in response. I arched my back and raked my nails down his sides. A strangled version of his name left my lips, needing the teasing to stop. He sighed against my neck and slipped away from my grasp. I watched, flushed and overheated as he unlaced and removed the last bit of his clothing, completely exposing himself to me finally. I roamed my eyes over his lean form appreciating every inch of his toned body.

I bit my lip waiting for him and inviting him to hurry up and take me. Jon took the couple of steps between him and me lazily before he pressed our bare bodies back against each other. I breathed a sigh of relief as I wrapped my legs around his hips. I was more than ready for him as he was for me. I rocked my hips against him, enjoying the feel of nothing in between us. Jon captured my lips in a searing kiss as I did, stealing my breath and my heart in one motion. He sucked at my bottom lip before I felt the pressure of him starting to slip into me. We both stilled, anticipating the moment. My heartbeat pounded blocking out everything. So many sensations ran rampant throughout my body. Every sense was so full of him. He was consuming me whole. He was all I could hear, all I could see, all I could smell, all I could taste, all I could feel.

I hissed as suddenly he pushed forward breaking my maidenhood and entering me fully. I whimpered, throwing my head back and digging my nails into his back. He stared darkly into my eyes, his hands on either side of my head gripping the sheets so hard I thought they might tear. I shifted my hips, wanting him to continue. I kissed his throat urging him to start again. I followed his forearm with my hand and entwined one of our hands together. Finally, he tentatively withdrew a little before gently pushing his way back into me. I met his thrust, feeling no pain this time. He traced my side, finding my thigh and gripping it softly. He kept up his gentle pace afraid of hurting me again, driving me crazy. I lifted my hips, slamming into him, and surprising him. I fisted my hands in his hair roughly and kissed him battling his tongue for dominance. I was tired of this easy going. I ran my nails down his back again, making him nip at my lip in punishment. I smirked against his lips, and slammed against him again. I dug my feet into his backside, needing more from him. He chuckled darkly, and slid out of me completely.

Before I even knew what was happening, he had me flipped onto my stomach and was pushing into me from behind. The new position was causing him to hit an entirely new area in my sex. I groaned at the sensation and fisted my hands in the sheets underneath us. Jon ran his tongue up my spine and over my shoulder adding to the overwhelming sensation as he started to finally lose control and drill into me. I moaned and arched pushing further onto him. He growled and buried one of his hands in my hair pulling it harshly. I didn't care so long as he didn't stop. My body was building, coiling like a spring waiting and needing to be released. I groaned loudly and reached beneath fondling my own breast, needing more. Jon growled again and went even harder. My breathing became even more labored as my body reacted, making me even wilder. I started to shake, my inner muscles beginning to spasm around him. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. My toes tingled and curled. I felt Jon's hand slide around my hip and underneath me. He brushed across my pubic bone and down finding my clitoris. He circled it a few times, sending me off into a shaking quivering mess. I felt my sex tingle and quiver violently. My vision blacked in and out. A guttural sound slipped out of my throat in the process. I felt a rush of fluid slip out of me and coat my thighs. Jon kept up his manic rhythm keeping me in this state. I clawed at the bed, and writhed. It took several moments before I heard Jon roar and rip out of me, spilling his hot seed on the small of my back. He collapsed beside me panting.

I laid there panting just as hard as he was, my sex still clenching and unclenching deliciously. I started to laugh. I couldn't help it. My laughter was infectious. It wasn't long before Jon was laughing softly along with me. He rolled onto his side and reached for me. I snuggled into him, tracing patterns onto his sticky sweaty skin. He twirled a strand of my hair around his fingers, a contemplative sad look on his face. "Jon?" I whispered. He sighed, and tensed beneath me. "I'm leaving for the Wall, Tareaia." He said quietly.