the sword in the darkness

by catbythefirelight

a collection of drabbles featuring my favourite character in asoiaf, jon snow, and little vignettes from what I imagine is, could be or should be his life. [MOVED TO AO3, ON HIATUS]

4. touch

the sword in the darkness

DISCLAIMER: Every character mentioned and anything in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire belongs to George R. R. Martin. I own nothing except the writing.

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3. touch

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Jon shivers as her fingers trail over his thigh, the familiar heart intensifying in his stomach as he stares into her heavy-lidded eyes, gleaming with challenge. He flips them over and pushes his nose into her red hair. Kissed by fire. "Ygritte, " he breathes, and her mouth drags, hot and wet, over the sharp line of his jaw before touching her tongue to the sweet spot behind his ear.

He pulls back to look at her when she tugs at his hair in demand, and his eyes rake hungrily over her face. When she smiles slowly, deliberately, he leans in for a kiss, sliding his fingers slowly and leaving goose bumps in their wake, and she arches up to his touch.