Summary: Executive Jon Targaryen returns to his home after a looong day at work to a nice surprise.

*Someone Knocks on Hunter's door*

*Hunter goes to answer it*

Random preacher: Greetings friend! Have you heard of the majesty that is the Jon/Sansa ship-

*Hunter's super skillful interrupt*

H: Does it have Arya in it?

RP: Err, you mean like Jon/Arya/Sansa or something?

H: Sure.

RP: Well, no-

H: Not interested!

*Closes door in face*

*RP Yells through door*

RP: Whuh? Wait! We have other ships with Arya's name on them!

H: Does it have Jon in them?

RP: Well no-

H: Still not interested! A good day to you, Sir!

...You know I pretty much always write these but I have no issues reading Jon/Sansa or Arya/Gendry if they catch my interest or its present in some work I'm enjoying, mostly the latter I admit.

I do however like commenting on the state of things in this manner.
And ribbing.

Anyways, I did say I would give you guys and gals another one soon due to the low word count of the previous one to balance it out.

Also I messed up; drabbles are supposed to be 100 words.

Need to work on that.

Some things to keep in mind:
- Still Jon/Arya

- Modern AU

Jon Targaryen

He sighed as he finally passed through the entrance to his home.

This day has been way too long.

Closing the door to his villa he stepped into the corridor that would take him to his destination, his steps leading him into the kitchen where he grabbed some nice cold juice for his parched throat.

Seemed like everyone decided to call him today for a variety of reasons and then every single employee had trouble ready and lined up for him to deal with.

The troubles of being an actually good Executive.

As the lovely revitalizing elixir did its magic on his throat he slightly loosened his tie with his free hand.

Finished he set the glass down followed by tugging his suit jacket off, leaving him in his cool grey colored waistcoat. He rolled up his sleeves then; up to just below his elbows so he could wash his used glass without messing up his attire.

Satisfied he put his glass into the drying rack before pocketing his cufflinks and swinging his suit jacket over one shoulder after folding it appropriately.

I need a nap.

Just the thought of his nice, big, comfortable bed made his body long all the more for it.

He would gladly sleep until-

...

Jon Targaryen froze, his mind going blank just as he opened his bedroom door.

For a very simple reason.

"Hello there Mister Wolf. Had a nice day?"

...Oh...

His saliva started to accumulate in his mouth and his breath picked up just the slightest bit before he could remember, slowly, how to respond to the question asked of him, "...Not really…It was pretty awful."

"How sad! Maybe I can help brighten your day?"

...Gods

In one single second his fatigue flew away, his lethargy was banished for its nuisance, his brain went into peak efficiency and his body recuperated itself in a miraculous manner.

For his room had been lit up with scented candles of his favorite aromas causing them to mix beautifully into a pleasing fragrance. The soothing effect was then being further enhanced with his sight thanks to the soft, cool, glow from the light the candles let out around his room.

That however was secondary to the actually most important thing present in his room right now, sitting on his four poster bed with her legs crossed elegantly one over another was:

Arya Stark

Gods.

She tilted her head gently to the side with a smile and he was even more gone than before, his blood rushing with the force of a supersonic jet engine through him.

For Arya Stark being simply seated on his bed would have been too easy, far too easy.

Instead Arya, his Arya, his lovely Arya…was wearing...

He gulped.

Her smiled widened.

He took a step into his room, closed the door behind him and locked it.

Then without taking his eyes from hers even once, he pulled out his phone, went into his home app and pressed the handy dandy virtual button that locked all doors and windows before setting his phone on silent, then depositing it and his suit jacket on the nearest surface to him.

A blush rose up to her cheeks at that.

Good

He drunk in her image; patiently, lovingly, expectantly.

From bottom to top.

His eyes roved over her, taking in her little black dress shoes without heels over her cute little feet, up her gorgeous legs clad in white stockings that stopped over her knees with cute red little decorative bows. The white fabric melded beautifully to the bare, pale, creamy skin of her lower thighs that was above it, until just above mid thigh where the rest of the tantalizing flesh was covered up by the edge of the red and black skirt she wore.

Up his gaze went, over her bare toned stomach and sides, taking in the healthy curvy flesh of hers until it was once again covered up just above the dips of her waist with a soft looking white shirt that was opened slightly to show her firm, round slender breasts. Helping emphasize the lines of her figure was a loosely threaded corset made from cloth that accentuated everything about her upper body beautifully including her increasingly palmable looking globes of flesh.

As he reached the lovely curve of her neck he unconsciously licked his lips as he noticed she still wore the silk choker he had gifted her so long ago with a silver Direwolf pendant being held with one chain of iron and another of bronze to its sides.

His gaze steadily moved upwards until he finally reached her face; her pinks lips were softly parted and her cheeks were red under the slight spattering of glitters that decorated them like freckles.

He locked gazes with her shadowed eyes beneath the hood covering her hair and the rest of her face. He noticed that they were decorated with a bit of makeup, accentuating her her smoky grey eyes and curving softly at the edges of them.

She stood up then and her propped up hood cast breathtaking shadows thanks to the help from the candles as she walked towards him, with her arms bent to her back in a typical coy girl pose, her red cloak trailing behind her with every step.

"My," she spoke up again for the first time since he had started–

Eating her, devouring her, drinking her, ravaging her, tracing her, appreciating her in a blatantly carnal fashion...

– taking...her in.

Arya stood in front of him then, arms still held behind her as she coyly tilted her head at him, smile firmly on her face and light playing with the glitter on her red cheeks as she continued with her words, "What big eyes you have Mister Wolf. Is something the matter?"

"..."

I take that back, this day can continue being as long as it can.

Silently he raised his hands to her face and he let himself lovingly trail the back of his fingers along the skin of her cheeks and neck as he removed her hood, letting him see her short brown hair that brushed her shoulders and covered what he knew was one ear bearing various piercings. Distantly he noticed that her cloak was clasped with another red ribbon and looking down at her he noticed a big black and red ribbon present on her back.

"Nothing is wrong." he spoke up as he cradled her face in between his hands and she reached her own hands up to begin loosening his blue-grey tie.

Their faces slowly, teasingly, nearing each other bit by bit.

"It's just that I've found an exquisite meal before my eyes."

Final Word Count: 1117

- Short, sweet and to the point.

- It's pretty blatant who she's dressed up as. I hope anyways, if not I need to get better.

- Jon's thoughts when he spotted Arya: watch?v=iZ1UdYOrR3E (Man, links do not wanna work here do they? Even if I really space them out)

- This literally came to me from out of nowhere but I thought it was fun so I wrote it down

- After the initial idea I then remembered the Tex Avery cartoon that I watched when I was a kid. Searched the video of 'Red Hot Riding Hood' and everything

- I think I might make more of these; them just dressing up for one another. Maybe even make it a series in this fic.