Chapter 3: Mercy

Jon lay in his bed trying to sleep, but all he could think of was Sansa: and the kiss. He couldn't deny he had been thinking of a kiss like that for a while, and found himself thinking that he felt more of a spark then he had ever felt with anyone in that one moment their lips touched. When Jon did finally fall asleep he dreamt of his mother and father, eloping, and a war starting because of it. He saw them die… and then he saw Sansa die, which made him wake in a sweat. He didn't even put his shoes on, just threw on a heavy robe over his nightwear as he rushed down the hall to Sansa's suite.

"Sansa," he whispered through her door, but he heard nothing so he gently pushed it open. He quickly closed the door quietly behind him as he tipped toed to her bed. There she lay asleep; her fur covers only covering half her body. He couldn't help but observe the way her hair fell around her, the way the moonlight from her window danced on her skin making her glow, and then her cleavage which peaked out dangerously from her white silk night gown, "Sansa…"

"Hmmm?" Sansa moaned, rolling over and sitting up as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "Jon?"

"Aye, it is," he said softly, "I can't stand knowing you hate me…"

"I don't," she said sleepily.

"Good," he said softly, not sure what else to say.

"What are you doing here Jon?" she asked with seriousness.

"I don't know," was all he could think of to say.

"Is that all?"

"I don't know," he said softly, "it's difficult…"

"What is?" Sansa could hear the frustration in her own voice.

"I feel for you the way Rhaegar felt for Lyanna," he said softly, "it's dangerous. Who would have thought that you're the one I've waited on, the one I dreamed of? Now that I know for sure, it's hard to let go, I don't want to lose you…"

"You don't have to," she said scooting towards him.

"What can I do? I can't give into my feelings, I can't divide the North because of what I want. But I would give up my life for you if you want it, I'd give you my heart but you already have it Sansa. I'd do anything, I'd go anywhere, anywhere you wanted me to. When I look into your eyes all I can see is my happiness, our happiness. I don't think I could offer you anything, I would just weight you down like an anchor. If this is how he felt about her, then I know why he died to be with her," Jon spoke so softly she almost couldn't hear him, "you've got ahold of me, don't even know your power. It seems like I fall when I am around you."

"Jon," Sansa was stunned by the things he was saying, she didn't realize he felt the same… he always played his feelings so cool that he was hard to read.

"Sansa, I…" he was struggling to say the words, "I love you. Strangely of all the people, it's you."

"You shouldn't love me," Sansa said thinking back to Little Finger, his love for her would be the end of him, and she couldn't imagine a world without Jon Snow anymore.

"It's not like I can turn it off, Sansa," he said in a 'are you serious' tone.

"I'm damaged," Sansa said softly, she wanted to tell him she loved him too.

"So am I," he said taking her hand and with his free hand placing it on her cheek, "I always knew there had to be somebody for me out there, and I finally feel like I am complete when I am alone with you."

"Jon," but before Sansa could reject him anymore he had pulled her to him and kissed her. He was surprised that she didn't reject him, but her arms wrapped around him, her hands tangling in his hair as she met his passionate kisses. The taste of her tongue was intoxicating to him as he pulled at her waist trying to bring her as close to him as he could. With little time, she had climbed into his lap, her long legs wrapping around him as one of her hands moved down to his tunic to untie it. She felt him pause and go still, "Jon?"

"Are you sure…" he asked looking into her eyes. He had only ever given himself to one woman. Sansa just smiled and put her lips against his as she tried to reassure him it was what she wanted. It was all she wanted, which surprised her. She lifted his shirt from over his head, the moon and stars lit up the scars all over his chest and torso, for a moment her breath was taken from her lungs as she imagined what they looked like fresh. Jon could see the pain in her eyes as she observed what had happened to him, and so he quickly took her lips to his. It was quick, her dress was pulled over her head and tossed to the ground.

Jon gently laid Sansa down as he observed the perfection before him. His hand gently ran down from her chin to her neck over her breast and swollen nipple to her torso until he reached between her legs where he froze after leaving a trail of goose bumps down the path his finger had made. He leaned down and laid a kiss on her mouth before he began to touch her, moving his fingers in circles as he teased her until he felt her bud begin to bloom. He left trails of kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and her breast. She was perfection there in front of him. He loved the way she moaned, and wiggled before him. Sansa was caught off guard when his kisses trailed down her stomach, to her thighs and then replaced where his hand was.

Sansa bit her lip as she tried to keep herself together, unfamiliar with the pleasure he was bringing to her. She gripped her pillows as she slid her feet against her sheets when finally, something happened to her body she had never experienced, leaving her panting and breathless. When Jon made his way back up and kissed her, he was pleased to see she was surprised by what had happened. Sansa moaned and gently dogged her nails into Jon's back as she felt the tip of his hard member pressed at the entrance of her womanhood. He needed to hear it, he needed the reassurance that she wanted it too.

"Please," she begged before leaning forward to kiss his lips. The passion in their kiss grew like wild fire until he couldn't control himself anymore and he plunged deep inside of her. She felt like every wire in her body was lit, she couldn't help but let out moans of joy and ecstasy as he moved in and out of her. Her hands ran over his body as she took all of him in. The warm throbbing of his member inside of her felt so different than anything she ever experienced, and more importantly the desire and emotion that came with it was almost too overwhelming. Finally, she felt him come undone inside of her, collapsing on her, she could feel his heavy breaths matching her own as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Sansa," he whispered in pants. She made a sound of acknowledgement and found his eyes staring deeply into hers, "I wish to neve leave this room, this bed…"

"Then don't," she said smiling at him, enjoying the feeling of his fingers tracing the shape of her face. He looked at her like she was possibly the most beautiful thing in the world, and for a moment she felt like none of her past ever happened. She didn't realize she could feel that happy, that whole and complete.

"You are a temptress, surely," he said kissing her chin, then her cheek, and finally her lips. He then finally rolled over so that she could lay on his chest.

"Stay with me forever, Jon," she said softly closing her eyes. He kissed her hair and began to stroke her arm gently with the tips of his fingers until he heard the sweet sound of sleep as her breathing had returned to normal. Soon, he too was overcome by sleep.

There was a knock at the door as the light beamed in on Sansa and Jon, waking them. Sansa quickly shoved Jon off her bed when her handmaiden came in to take dirty sheets, clothing, and replace with new one. She also drew her lady a bath and prepared it with Sansa's favorite oils. Before leaving she left a tray off fruit, cheese, meats and biscuits for Sansa to snack on, as she often liked to have if they weren't having a breakfast feast.

Jon laughed out after the young girl left, moving from his hiding spot, a sheet wrapped around his waist. Sansa had a robe on that she quickly grabbed, thankful the young girl didn't notice that it was the kings robe. Sansa let out a small laugh too before grabbing a grape and popping it into her mouth. She then quickly tried to tidy up her hair.

"No, no, you look beautiful," he said removing her hands from her hair, his hands slipping down until they were around her waist.

"You lie, my Lord," she joked teasingly as her hands landed on his strong bare chest. His lips found hers, he loved the way she felt pressed against him. She gently shoved him playfully, in which he put his hands up and walked backwards until he fell into one of the chairs in her room. Sansa teasingly, slowly dropped one shoulder of the robe and then the next, watching his face as it grew serious and full of desire, a fire in his eyes… she let the robe drop to the floor. He looked breathless as he looked over her body, with the day's light revealing all he missed in the nights soft lighting. Sansa climbed over him, straddling him, her lips landed on his as his hands ran down the length of her body. It didn't take long until Jon was hard and wanting, and before she knew it he was inside of her, his hands cradling her buttocks to help move her as she moved up and down. She was over whelmed by the different feeling she got riding him that way, her back arched as her head went backwards, one of her hands on his shoulder and the other reaching back onto his knee.

"Sansa," he moaned as they came undone together. She felt a fire ripple through her as she hooked her arms around his neck for support, breathing heavily against him.

"Jon," she swallowed as she tried to catch her breath, his hand in her hair around the base of her neck as he kissed her deeply.

"How could I ever leave now?" he gasped still trying to steady his breath as she now lay against him, still straddling him.

"You can't," she whispered into his ear before biting it. He gave a small laugh before kissing her shoulder.

"You've bewitched more than my mind," he joked feeling the sudden ache to be inside her again. Like a craving, he couldn't quench, "your bath is going to grow cold."

"I suppose we shouldn't waste it then," she said kissing the side of his jaw before giving him a look he couldn't resist. Hands entwined she led him to her tub where he climbed in first, and then she climbed in in front of him. Sansa leaned up against his hard body, she swirled the water around as she closed her eyes and relaxed. She couldn't remember a time she ever felt this happy, and to think that her once upon a time bastard brother was the one she belonged with. He gently scooped water and let it drip from his hand onto her skin as he rested his chin on her head. He was surprised by how content he was. They found themselves speechless, for the first time, and spent a good while in the tub before she finally spoke up, "Jon?"

"Hmmm?" he opened his eyes to see her turning to face him, so the front of her body was pressed against his.

"I know you think this is wrong," she said looking down, Jon's face turned to one of something sad, he didn't want her to feel like that, "but I don't think it is…"

"Sansa…"

"No, Jon, really," she said looking back up at him, "Father, well my father, told me back when I was betrothed to Joffrey, he would make me a match with some brave, strong, and kind. I didn't realize it back then, how could I, but he meant you. You are all those things, he always knew it and saw it, you could see the pride when my mother wasn't looking. He would have told you the truth…"

"We are still cousins," Jon said, appreciating what she said, "and I doubt he planned to marry us."

"You don't know that, and our grandparents were cousins much like many other couples. Cousin engagements were often crafted to hold up bloodlines, and convenience," Sansa bit her lip and looked down, "Ned meant you. Who else?"

"You are truly wonderful," he said kissing her forehead.

"So I'm not awful anymore?" she joked nipping at his neck.

"Aye, you're awful in another way," he joked, a growl deep in his throat as he gripped her waist pulling her into a position where she was once more straddling him.

"I suppose I have been withholding the king from his subjects," Sansa teased as she felt his cock begin to stir under the water.

"Aye, indeed, but this King welcomes being held hostage," he said as he splashed some more water on her. Sansa smiled as she lifted herself onto him, she slowly dropped down letting him inside, teasing as she slowly moved. Sansa met his kisses with her own, the taste of his mouth was overwhelming. She felt a need she never felt before. But as all good things must, the moment came to a beautiful ending. Now it was time to return to the real world.

"You know, we should return to our guests before they leave," Sansa said softly, "assuming they plan to leave."

"A little bit longer, I just need a few more moments with you alone," Jon said kissing her lips, enjoying the warmth of the bath and the warmth of her skin against his.

"What was it like?" Sansa asked softly.

"What was what like?" he was curious about what she was referring to.

"Seeing what Bran saw," she said just as softly, her eyes not meeting his.

"It was amazing," Jon said with a smile the was quick like a flash, "I never knew my mother, after father, your father, passed away I assumed I'd never know a thing about her. But now I have seen her face, and I have heard her laugh. I've seen my father fight, and I've seen him love like no other has love before… not until now."

"Jon, you tease me so," she smiled trying to her face in his chest. His fingertips found her chin and gently lifted her face so her eyes met his.

"I could never be more serious about anything," he said firmly, "I learned through my parents you fight for more then what you believe in, you fight for what you love. I love you, Sansa. I don't know when or how, I just know I do."

"Jon, I," she couldn't quite make the words out, it was like suddenly she remembered that Little Finger was in the background always watching, and he had a plan for her. She had power over Peytr, but it grew smaller the more he forced of her, "I've never been happier…"

"Aye, nor I," he said kissing her lips, "I have something for you…"

"For me?" Sansa leaned back a little to study his face.

"For you, indeed," he said giving her a couple quick kisses before getting up to leave, "I shall be back. But I'd like to give it to you somewhere special, so dress if you can."

"Yes your majesty," she jested as she stood up before him, the water running down her naked body, every beautiful curve calling to him.

"You are going to be difficult aren't you," he growled as he stepped towards her with his towel around his waist. Sansa nodded deviously with a wicked smile that dared him to kiss her, and of course he obliged before quickly turning on his heels to exit the area before she could bewitch him any further. Sansa smiled big, taking a step out of the tub and grabbing her robe and brush. She put the robe on first and then sat before her mirror to brush her hair. It wasn't often they soaked and fully cleaned their hair with how cold the weather was, but she didn't care if her hair froze onto her head, she had never felt so giddy in her life. She couldn't help but wonder, as she watched herself brush through her wet curls, what Jon was going out to get for her.