Jon's fingers fumbled for the hook of Ygritte's bra. Her lips left wet trails of hot kisses down his neck and he was nuzzling her in the same spot, all whilst trying to unhook her bra. The blasted thing was being stubborn but he persevered. His girlfriend's hand cupped the bulge in his jeans and pressed down with her palm. Electricity shot through him and he tried harder. It was excruciating.
Ygritte giggled and drew back for a moment. It was a spring day in Kingsland and the two lovers sat in the backyard of the Stark household. A huge oak tree in their backyard was to be their only privacy. From one of its branches hung an outdoor bench decorated with waterproof floral cushions. Jon had Ygritte pressed to the edge of this swinging bench and the cushions were squashed beneath them. She had laughed because, shockingly, they hadn't noticed that the bench had begun to lean unevenly and they were seconds from toppling off of it.
Jon took this a sign that they should stop and then he shimmied, ungracefully, to the other side of the bench. They could've been two friends studying, if Jon didn't have lip gloss accentuating his jawline and neck.
Ygritte clasped her sweaty hand over Jon's and he turned to look at her. Though the sun was shining perfectly, it made the Stark's huge pool glisten invitingly, and spring set the mood for a perfect day, he had to admit; Ygritte was the most beautiful thing for miles. Nothing could compare.
With no intention to do anything else, he leant in close and pressed a short and sweet kiss to the corner of her mouth. Ygritte hid it well, but the kiss gave her butterflies. There was so much love in it.
Still holding Jon's hand, she stood and looked down at him. Her red hair, down for a change, hung around her face and made her blue eyes sparkle like the pool water behind them. Jon brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
"Swim with me?" Ygritte said openly.
Jon looked around, "I wasn't aware you brought a suit…" he stopped when he saw Ygritte's face and her intentions glittering in her eyes.
"Ygritte, its broad daylight! If my parents-"Ygritte smashed her lips against his and the talking ceased.
Jon wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer. She smelt like rain and something herbal. For a moment they broke apart and Jon had just enough time to mutter; "turns out I don't care" before Ygritte pulled him to his feet and was already lifting his shirt above his head. Jon reciprocated the gesture and the two were slowly becoming more undressed by the minute. When they had finally reached their underwear, Jon stopped and pulled Ygritte closer to him. The feeling of her bare flesh on his was too exciting.
"I love you" he saw the excitement in her eyes before he had finished speaking, "just don't hate me for this."
"You know nothing Jon- argh!" Jon scooped Ygritte up into his strong arms and flung her, like she weighed nothing, into the sparkling swimming pool.
…
After the matriarchal, Catelyn Stark, had ordered Arya to clean her bedroom, the younger girl grumbled upstairs and slammed her door. Her mother had threatened to not let Robb bring Arya's pup home until she cleaned her room and, from the look on her face, she was deadly serious. Hence Arya's half-persistent addition of dirty clothes to her hamper. Most of the clothes had dirt and grass stains on them from all the sword-fighting practice with Gendry.
Gendry… her boyfriend? It still felt weird to think, let alone say.
"And we danced all night, to the best song ever…" Sansa's airy voice emerged above the silence of her bedroom and Arya was tempted to band on the wall separating them to get her to shut up. But then Arya glanced at the wooden sword resting against the wall in the corner.
She might surprise you, said Jon's voice in her mind. Arya considered it and then shook her head in disbelief. Before she could talk herself out of talking to Sansa she was already at her elder sister's bedroom door.
Arya knocked twice, quietly at first. But over the loud music and the singing, there was no way Sansa would be able to hear her. She rolled her eyes, balled her hand into a fist, and started to bang loudly on the door.
She was still pounding the door when Sansa threw it open and stood on the threshold in purple tartan leggings and a loose floral blouse. Her hair was down in wild auburn curls and her face was flushed from all the singing. She must've answered the door in a hurry.
"What- oh, it's you!" Arya's sister's tone suggested she was neither pleased nor disappointed. Just surprised. Arya couldn't fathom why.
"Well yeah, I do live here" she replied with a bluntness.
"I thought you might've been Dad with the pups" Sansa's expression betrayed a little of her hidden disappointment.
"Sorry to disappoint you. He's still at the shelter with Robb. They left a few hours ago." It was a strange relationship between the two sisters, Arya felt. She considered whether this idea was actually as good as it was five minutes ago. Maybe she wasn't ready to talk about this kind of stuff with her sister yet.
"So," Sansa leant against the door frame and twirled a lock of hair "what do you want?"
Last chance to keep it to yourself, Arya thought to herself. She grimaced and then it all poured out of her in a flurry of words.
"I wanted to… talk to you… about-"she eyed the suspicious look on Sansa's face and sighed, "Boys."
Sansa's eyes widened and she took a peculiar step back. Her hand slammed over her mouth to control the overwhelming burst of giggles.
"It's Gendry isn't it?" her voice came out muffled behind her hand.
Arya swallowed hard and tried to concentrate. Her mouth was dry but her sister's giggles were contagious. She found herself laughing right along with her.
"Yeah, it's Gendry" she managed to gasp out through her laughter.
Sansa abruptly stopped laughing and grabbed her younger sister by the shoulders to haul her into the room. It was semi-tidy due to their mother's scrupulousness but there was still evidence of it being a teenager's room. Arya could see discarded chocolate wrappers and a plate of half-eaten lemon cakes. On the foot of Sansa's bed hung several bras of different colours. She had always found her sister's room something of a nightmare and a reminder of what she didn't want to turn into. But with an immediate change of perspective, she found it resembled her sister's personality. Quirky, girly and in love with lemon cakes.
"So tell me everything! How did it happen? When did I happen? What are you thinking?!" Sansa's eyes were alight with excitement. She finally had a way into her sister's seemingly twisted mind.
So Arya retold the story, recounting it in excruciating detail for Sansa's entertainment. With her exclaims of excitement at the important details, Arya felt important.
But most of all, she finally understood Sansa's way of thinking. Maybe being a little girly wasn't so bad for a change.
"Hurry up, Loras!" whispered Margaery Tyrell.
Under the cover of darkness the siblings crept through their beloved high school, dressed in black and stepping lightly.
The school seemed to encourage their creeping for the shadows allowed them perfect cover. It wasn't like they would actually be caught but the darkness was a welcome ally for the plan at hand. A plan that would make sure Joffrey Lannister would never mess with anyone else ever again.
Margaery knew what a cruel place high school could be. But she knew that cruel people deserve the cruelty they cast unto others. This was a case of classic Tyrell pay-back. With special thanks to Grandma Tyrell for her important input.
"I'm sorry! This thing is heavy!" Loras harrumphed behind Margaery, as ungraceful as she had ever seen him.
In his hands he held their key to vengeance. The key to bringing Joffrey down.
