"I think something's wrong with Jon" Arya pointed out to Sansa who had finally escaped the large crowd of men constantly surrounding her.
She had put her best effort tonight not to look at him. Or going anywhere near him for that matter. But she kept feeling his eyes on her, following every movement she made and every person she spoke to.
"And what does it have to do with me?" asked Arya trying to sound like she didn't care.
"It seems to has. He's been watching you all night like a hawk. What did you do to him?" she commented.
"I did to him? Perhaps he did something to me" she fumed with anger and got up from her seat. "It seems I lost my appetite." she announced and exited the hall.
She was ready to close the door of her room when someone barged in, locking the door behind him. She was surprised to see it was Jon.
"What do you want? You have no right forcefully enter my chambers like that." she said sounding indifferent.
He was standing next to the door speechless. She looked at him,urging him for an explanation but he didn't gave her any. His eyes were gleaming and she realised he was drunk.
"I wouldn't take you for a drunkard".
"I am not. You made me." he accused her.
"I could never make you anything. If you don't mind I want you to leave me alone. I am tired and I don't want you here". It was so hard to pretend she didn't had feelings for him. But the thought of him with another woman kept resurfacing in her mind filling her with more anger. It was important for her to see him suffer just like she did.
"Don't say that. I am exhausted Sansa. I'm exhausted of giving you your time, your space. I have to claim what's mine. Cause if I don't someone else is gonna take it. I can't let that happen."
"Jon" she said closing the distance between them and grabbing his head by putting her palms to either side of his face. She looked him straight in the eyes. "I am not yours. I'm not sure I ever was. I used to feel like there was something wrong with me for wanting you. And when Bran told me the truth about your parents it all made sense. We were never brother and sister that's why I felt that way. But you betrayed me. You sleeping with someone else broke something inside me. Made me see the truth as it is. I don't feel the same about you now."
"You lie. And I can prove it" he said with determination and grabbed her bringing her closer to him.
For a moment, Sansa lost it. Then she felt her pulse getting quicker. The air in the room started to lessen, his fingers at her arms were burning and his grey eyes transformed to two black lakes inviting her to drown in their depths. She tried to speak, to say something, but her lips opened and stayed like that. Her voice got stuck somewhere in her throat.
Oh Gods, he's going to kiss me, she thought incapable of reacting. He's going to kiss me and I am dying to feel his lips on my mouth!
His head was lowering slowly. Her lips were thirsty, waiting to feel his, like they were water. She didn't care about anything now. Who she was and who she had opposite to her were long forgotten. Her mouth was waiting for him in agony, her body was trembling.
When his lips touched hers, she put her arms softly around his neck, while he pulled her to him, pressing her body to his chest. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and began to play with hers, his fingers entangled in her hair caressing her nape.
At some point, he pulled away to see her face. She just stood there with her head slightly leaned back and her eyelids shut, her lips waiting to feel his again.
"Sansa!" he murmured with tenderness.
His voice awakened her and she felt embarrassed for letting herself do this. How was it even possible? Why did she let herself to the hands of the man, she knew it was impossible to be with?
"Enough!" she spoke hoarsely and pushed him away from her.
"But not enough for me" he whispered and move his mouth to her neck.
At the soft touch of his lips, Sansa stopped fighting him. The pleasure offered to her was so intense, that even if she called up her whole willpower and strength, she wouldn't be able to resist. So she wrapped her hands around his body and let him taste every inch of her neck while he laid her to the bed. His fingers started to open one by one the buttons of her dress, touching her pale skin and pinching her nipples.
"Sansa! Sansa!"
Where was that voice coming from? Who yelled?
"Sansa, are you in there?"
Jon lifted his head and stayed still on top of her, while Sansa was coming back from a world of pleasure.
"Arya" she whispered without making any effort to cover her naked breasts.
"Damn it" Jon cursed with a voice altered from lust. The next minute he stood up from the bed and went to the door. "I think she's gone".
"I think you need to go" she said without looking at him.
"Sansa..."
"Just go!" she screamed.
Unlocking the door, he opened it, stepped outside and closed it back with a loud noise. That sound brought her back to reality completely.
"Oh Gods!" she panted and sit up. "What have I done?"
She pulled her knees, holding them close to her chest and stared blankly in front of her. She was looking at the closed door without really noticing it. In her eyes were unfolding everything that happened moments ago and wondered how could she let herself carried away so far. Never in her life was she so blinded from passion to lose control of her actions. When men touched her she felt either disgusted or scared. But Jon's touch was different. It was tender but hard, slow but hungry. Then it hit her. It wasn't his touch, it was him. His kiss reflected him. She started to cry the moment she realised she was still in love with him.