CHAPTER THREE
Jon could feel Arya's hands clutching in the back of his shirt. It was very dark and he couldn't quite see her face. He was almost overwhelmed with the noises she kept doing from time to time. But he would still give a lot to see her face now. To see just how flushed he have left her.
She did another one of this needy gasps passing her nails in the flesh of his back. His hands unconsciously dug further on her legs. Part of his mind that one that still would feel guilty sometimes thought that coming here was the worst idea he ever had. The other part of him though, the one that felt that nothing could be more right than losing himself there with her thought this was the best idea he ever had. He was almost convinced that the second part was right.
Her legs pushed him closer to her. Yep. This was the fucking best idea he ever had. They have been doing this a lot lately. Kissing that would suddenly turn into kissing with hands. At first Jon tried he really tried not to do nothing. Not to touch her. It was bad enough to be kissing his sister. Touching her would be beyond wrong.
That was before she started to touch him. Her hands, those devious hands of her, would scratch his back, touch his neck, spread against his stomach and run down his legs. Saying "no" to Arya was almost as saying "please try" and she did tried until he just gave up. It was wrong but he was already wrong, wasn't he? If you'll end up paying the price you could at least commit the crime. That was what Old Nan used to say.
Jon guesses he could say he was addicted. Because that was a really suitable world for what he was doing. He was totally addicted in Arya. She would pull him in almost every shadowy nook she could find and turn those sweet addictive lips to him. Now he was pulling her. His hands would also wonder down her back. He would press himself in her as she pressed herself in him.
Robb almost caught them twice. In the very day this madness started and another time later on. The first they only escaped because by the time Robb entered the room they were already laying in the bed and the room was dark enough for Robb don't see they were not under the sleeping furs. The second they only escaped because Robb was to tipsy from mulled wine to notice them fumbling each other.
They were almost discovered by Lady Catelyn at the Godswood, but thank the gods Ghost and Nymeria were their allies. At least they didn't think they were wrong. He would walk imaging if he could kiss her in that corner, if nobody would see them against that nook. So now they were here, at the crypts because the dead's don't tell secrets. They don't go up to reprimand you.
Jon was touching the flesh of her thighs. How in the Seven Hells did that happen? He wondered vaguely. His hands must have a life of their own because they always find a way of touching Arya heated flesh.
She breathed out his name in a long whisper. He could feel a shiver pass through her. He fought the urge to open her legs and ravish her. Fuck! He liked that. He absolutely loved when she would say his name like that. As if she is fighting an urge as big as his. It felt so true when she said that.
He pulled her closer making her stay on the edge of the tomb she was currently seated on. He breathed her name rubbing his lips on her neck. Taking a moment so his lungs could recover from the lack of air. Her fingers were making tiny circles on his nape. I love you so much. He thought fervently.
Jon could feel her smile. – What? – He asked resting his forehead on hers.
- I don't know. I think I have never felt so happy. – She said pressing his mouth in a soft kiss – I love your hair.
He smirked. If she didn't like it he would cut it out for her. He would do anything if that meant she would be pleased. At least something's did not change.
- I love yours to. – He said mussing her hair. He really does love it.
- Do you sometimes think we should stop? – She asked suddenly serious.
- Yes. – He replied. Sometimes the guilty would consume him so hard that he would brush his skin until he was all red. Maybe he could rub the feeling off by scrubbing it out. It never did. If anything kiss her only made the feeling stronger. If he was really honest with himself he could admit she crawled under his skin alright but also crawled inside his heart. Deeper than he could imagine was possible. He loved her like a woman now, not like his sister (but there are still some sort of thoughts that would be better to rest burry deep in his soul) – But I can't stop it.
- Neither can I. – She said – Yesterday when I was doing needlework I was thinking about that day at the Godswood, remember? When Rickon run exactly in front of us?
- Yes. – Yes he did, and his hair will soon turn white from all the worry that keeps building inside him when someone almost catches them.
- I thought about it so hard I even plucked my finger! – She said in a surprised and indignant tone.
She should see him trying to train. It was like his thoughts were all occupied by her. – What exactly were you thinking?
He could feel her averting his eyes even in the dark. He loved when she acted like that, embarrassed. He heard her smirk then. – I was thinking… about that adorable whimper you did when I pressed you against that tree.
- I did not whimper! – He denied, vehemently. The guts of this woman! He did not make this embarrassing sort of noises.
- Maybe I should make you do it again? – She said and he knew she was smirking. The little prankster!
- You could try. – He smirked to.
Arya kissed him immediately and maybe just maybe he could admit she did succeed in making him whimper. If he was under torture that is. A gradual tightening of her arms and he stood almost between her thighs. He could feel her breasts pushing slightly into his ribs as they flattened against his body when she bends to kiss him. His heart is beating quickly. She'll drive him mad. Madder than the Mad King.
She arched her back, getting closer, seeking out his hardness, rubbing herself against him or maybe it was he rubbing himself against her, he couldn't tell. He cups her breasts brushing her nipple with his thump. He wanted to scrap his teeth along it, to suck it, lick it and bite it. Arya was squirming somehow restlessly, straining for friction. Her hands reach for him, tugging at the laces of his breeches. He groaned his heart pounding. Seven Hells!
Jon could barely think his head was full with unleashed lust. He struggle. He probably never struggle so hard in his life to maintain a tad of control of his mind.
- No, Arya. – He managed to say, untangling their mouths for a moment.
Her hips bucked up, pressing that indescribably heat in him. He bit her neck in response.
- Please – The tone of her voice letting he know that she was begging. A grin turned his lips. Arya begging. If it was possible he felt even more strained inside his clothes. His hands trailed her body kissing her deeply until he touched her in the exact spot she (he) wanted the most. He could see the shadow of her eyes squeezing shut, she drawn in a breath that was coming out in harsh exhales as he pressed one finger on her. He could feel dampness going through her smallclothes.
The sound she let out was agonizingly good. It broke him. It broke his resolution. His notion of what was right or wrong or worst. He felt his blood boiling as if his blood was made of wild fire and Arya was the spark that set him on. The next thing he knew was that he could feel Arya curls and moisture on his fingertips. Suddenly a perfectly clear thought went through his mind. Somebody was looking for them. He let go of her mouth.
- Arya…
- Somebody is looking for us – She answered him.
- We should go. – He finished the thought that was on their minds.
He helped her get up. He noticed her knees were trembling slightly. He really liked that more than he should.
- One last kiss before we go? – Arya said.
He kissed her again, deeply and slowly, a kiss that talked of impossible loves and addictions. They climbed the stairs holding hands. He opened the door.
- I will go to the kitchens and try to steal a blackberry tart. Do you want me to take one for you? – Arya said as they went out in the cold wind.
- If you can. – He smiled – I'll go to the yard and try to train, before Ser Rodrick beat me black and blue.
He walked towards the yard. The cold wind felt good against his heated cheeks. He started to train. Trying to forget what he did. What he should not have done. How that happened? Really, when did his control become so… feeble? She was going to leave his hair as grey as the Stark dire wolf for sure.
He noticed Bran staring at him from the corner of his eye. He looked at Bran. It was a peculiar face, like he was confused. Almost as if he wanted to ask a deep and hard question. He did not like that face. That face spelled trouble and concern.
- Is everything alright, Bran? – He asked concerned.
- Yes. It's just a dream I had, a disturbing one. – Bran answered almost cautiously.
- A nightmare? – He asked then. Nightmares were easy enough to deal.
- Not quite that. – He could see Bran frown – It was you… - Bran frown was deeper now – And Arya… and you two were…
He could feel his hair turning white as white as his namesake. Did he saw them? But he said it was a dream… He was thankfully saved because Theon choose that moment to show up.
- Training, Snow? I would tell you to find a woman to take away this sour face out of you, not a sword. – Jon should have punched him, but he let this one pass. Awkward conversation avoided, thankfully.
- You want me to kick the Seven Hells out of you, Jellyfish? – He snorted back at Theon.
- If you're as lazy with your sword as you are with your cock then I have nothing to fear. – Theon replied.
- Oh, I promise to finish you as quickly as you finish inside a woman. – He japed – Everybody's know that jellyfishes don't live long out of water.
He heard Bran laugh. Theon stared back at him with a smirk on his face.
- In a bad mood, Snow? – Theon said.
- You cannot even guess. – He retorted.
- Not my problem. I don't have time to deal with little virgins anyway. I'm just here to tell you that your Lord father want both of you at the great hall. – Theon said turning his back to them. – I'll find Robb.
- We should go then – He said to Bran.
Bran got up and they walked towards the great hall. Lord Eddard must have important news to share.
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Arya stole two tarts from the kitchens one for her and one for Jon. She was craving sweets more than she normally did. She bit her tart, hmm this was delicious! I should have got one more. She thought. She wondered if Jon mouth would be as sweet if she kissed him after he ate his own tart. That must be good. She probably should try that. She took another bite from that amazing tart. Yep, most definitely kiss Jon with blackberries tarts is a must.
- Arya! Why do you keep disappearing? Septa Mordane and I looked for you everywhere! You missed another one of your needles lessons!
How in the Seven Hells that keeps on happening with her? It seems Sansa was always looking for her lately. Can't she be glad that she is not eavesdropping her and Jeyne speaking like two crazy women when they are doing that awful task?
- I was busy Sansa. – She said rolling her eyes. Well, that was true. She was occupied enough in a much more enjoyable task. She smirked remembering exactly what she and Jon did at the crypts today. She should make him do that again.
- Well, father wants us to meet him in the great hall. You can at least brush your hair it looks more wild than usual. – Sansa said in that tone that said she should give up of being a Lady and just become a Septa.
Sansa looked at her and tried to comb her hair with her hands. Dammit. She wanted to scream she was not a doll to be treated like that. Humph. Her mood soured. Couldn't Sansa leave her alone?
Eventually they went to the great hall. Father was seated at his chair her mother was seating beside him. Whatever it was it must be important considering her father expression. She spotted Jon seated next to Bran and went to seat at his side.
She seated next to Jon and Bran stared at her weirdly. What? She tried asking him with her eyes. But her mother chose that moment to speak.
- Today your father received a raven from the King. He informed us that Jon Arryn is dead, and that he will come with the court to Winterfell. We must prepare to receive them. I want you all in your best behavior. – Her mother paused staring at each one of them as if to reinforce her words. Arya couldn't help to noticed that her mother stared at Jon longer than the rest of them. – Mind your courtesies and work hard at your lessons we must show King's Robert the best qualities of house Stark.
Sansa let out a shriek. – Seven help me! The court will come here! Knights and princes it's like a song! Oh father can we have a feast and musicians? We should make lemons cakes! Oh, and a joust! Please let us have a joust!
Seven Hells! That will be a boring month. Would Sansa be like that until the King comes? Why was she so excited anyway? Okay, the King would visit them but wasn't he his father friend? It will be another boring feast with boring people and silly giggly girls. Oh and she just knew they would make her wear dresses, thousands of them! Maybe even a corset! Hells! It will really be a horrible month.
- You can help your mother with the details, Sansa. – Lord Eddard said interrupting Sansa endlessly babble.
- Mother! We have to buy new fabrics! For new dresses! With laces and embroideries! – Sansa let out another one of those really piercing shrieks. – A pink one for me! To match my hair!
Arya looked at her mother. Lady Catelyn was smiling. That was bad. That meant that her mother was agreeing with Sansa. Geez, this is bad. This is really bad. New fabrics meant a lot of needlework. She saw her father get up and leave. Maybe she should follow the boys? They will probably talk about something more fun like battles and swords. She tried to get up. Her mother saw her movement almost immediately.
- Please stay, Arya. We should talk about proper dresses for you too. – Her mother said. She almost groaned. Already? Why couldn't she wear one of her old already done dresses? Why make a new one?
- Oh Arya! Your dress should be blue! Maybe with some grey fur on the shoulders! I can just see it! You'll be like a pretty little lady! Won't she mother? – Sansa said.
- Yes. We should consider combing your hair up. A long braid might be ideal. – Lady Catelyn considered. – You're at age to start braiding your hair properly.
She was definitely not enjoying that conversation. Septa Mordane made a noise to draw everyone's attention. Well, every one of the women at least.
- She has to improve her needlework by then. Stop missing her classes. – Septa Mordane said.
That must be some conspiracy against her. Arya could just see. It will be many, many, many afternoons to do that bloody dress. Mother started to rant her about missing lessons again. Sansa and Jeyne started to sing. If this was not hell she didn't know what could be.
"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a-gleam
Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you do,
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream"
- Sing with us, Arya! – Sansa and Jeyne asked her. Are they mad?
They were already giggling. It downed on her the feeling that she wouldn't be able to escape this. Damn! That also meant she wouldn't be able to stay with Jon. No time with Jon because of some stupid dress. The knowledge soured her humor even more. She would meet him only at night it would seem. Such a waste of time.
- We will meet the prince! – Sansa said excited – I bet he is pretty and kind and brave… Is he pretty mother?
- I heard that prince Joffrey is quite comely – Her mother answered smiling.
After what appeared like hours she was utterly bored. Her head was hurting. She considered that maybe a new dress wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. The one she was wearing was uncomfortably tight at her chest. The problem was that all that talk was all so tiring. She wanted to snuggle Jon and eat another tart and sleep.
She was almost dozing of when her mother finally told her to go sleep. Arya got up, her legs were stiff. Without even stop to consider she went to Jon's room. She opened the door waiting to see him there like he so often was. He wasn't there yet, but she snuggled in his bed all the same his smell filing her lungs. Her humor turned up again. This dizziness she felt with Jon's scent always made her feel better.
She wakes when Jon seats beside her. He kissed her lips lightly.
- Did I wear you off, she wolf? – He asked her smiling.
- You just lost your tart, smarty. – She manages to say between yawns.
-You can keep my tart if I win a kiss? Can it be? – Jon said climbing on the bed.
She wanted to slap him, but he was so cute she gave up and just gave him his kiss. Jon pulled her head into his chest and she slept.
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He walked into a bedchamber. One that was not familiar to him. He could smell winter roses. A woman's bed chamber. He saw silk hanging from the bed posts like veils. White veils around the bed. He felt another smell, a ponged and metallic smell. He got closer, his heart almost stopped, he saw Arya lying on the bed covered in blood.
Jon jolted awake, his heart racing, his breathe was short. He hugged her tightly, Arya was breathing, sleeping at peace. He thanked the gods, but the smell of blood was there. He felt something wet in his thigh he moved the furs and saw blood upon the sheets spreading over his own clothes. At first he thought he was losing it, until he realized she was not dying just… changing.
He did not know what to do, think or say. Should he awake her? He gulped. This was a particularly area of the feminine universe that he was not acquaintance with. Everything seemed to be a bad idea.
She must have felt cold when he seated because she opened her eyes. She stared at him, took in his expression and frowned. Arya tried to seat and that was when she noticed that something had happened. She frowned deeper than she blushed crimson. She got up and run out of the room.
She startled Robb that jumped awake when she passed. He wondered briefly if Robb saw her stained clothes when she ran away. Then he saw Robb staring at him and he knew that Robb understood then.
Jon saw Robb staring at him, his face changing. He knew Robb wanted to say something. It was something that he would not like to hear, but he didn't say anything. He saw Robb look down his head turning side to side. Robb rose he looked at him again and his expression was grave. Then Robb left the room and he was alone.
He looked at the blood staining his sheets. He knew that should change the way he felt about her, but it didn't. When he thought of Arya he could still feel the same fire rising in his blood. The want and the need boiling in his veins. She was the center of his life and now it seemed that his life was being consumed in blood and fire.
N/A: Please don't kill me? xD That chapter was really hard to write because I was in the wrong mood for writing the M scenes and the anhh awkward scene? O.o' So please tell me what are your thoughts people! Thank you all for reviewing, following, etc xD Oh I guess someone asked me about Jon and Arya age... well I was trying not to think to hard about it. Can you people think she is old enough not to be a kid but (until this chapter at least) not a "woman flowered" and ready to wed? Jon is older, about 3 or 4 years older. Also this fic it's pretty AU so don't expect to see many things from the books. Oh yeah I'm a HUGE Disney fan... and yes the song is from Sleeping Beauty because I imagine Sansa to be like Aurora. You know persons who like to sing and all. See you all next chapter!