N/A: Hey guys!

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Chapter 7

Sansa never ever would be able to look at Jon again. That was a fact of life.

Nope.

She could sell the café. Move to Bali. Open a Coconut Café.

But she was never looking at Jon Snow again.

LORD, THAT WAS EMBARRASSING!

What was wrong with her?

She had talked to Jon about oral sex. And not just any random oral sex, oh no. She had specifically talked to him about oral sex he'd performed.

The more she thought about it the more she wanted to die.

She was ridiculous.

Sansa would get over this. They were adults. Ygritte and Margaery were very open about their sex lives and nobody cared –that much –about it anymore. Jon wouldn't think anything.

"Sansa?"

The redhead jumped and squeaked, before turning and coming face to face with her baby sister. "For Christ's sake, Arya!" She put her hand to her chest. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"What were you thinking about?" Arya asked. "I came in and called your name."

Sansa just shook her head, her heart finally calming. Then she remembered the last time she'd seen Arya.

"So…" She arched a brow in Arya's direction. "Something you gotta say?"

Sansa watched –in awe –Arya getting pinker. Her baby sister was blushing! That was new.

Arya cleared her throat. "So… About yesterday…" Arya was looking at the floor.

"I just want to forget that." Sansa hurried to say. "Seriously."

Arya sighed. "Gendry is so upset; he thinks you hate him. He keeps saying he'll never be able to look at you again."

"I'll never be able to look at him again, Arya. I saw him…" Sansa couldn't actually say the words. This still was her baby sister and she'd actually caught her having sex. This was beyond uncomfortable.

Arya groaned and came closer to the counter. Fortunately there wasn't a single soul in the café at the moment.

"We're together." Arya admitted. "It's been a few weeks. I just didn't know how to tell all of you."

Sansa felt it was cute that they were together, but still… "I would've preferred not finding out that way."

Arya groaned again and let her head fall against the counter. "You're never gonna let me forget that, are you?"

Sansa snorted. "Hell, no. Since I'm unlikely to forget, you can suffer with me."

"Bitch." Arya grumbled good-naturedly.

"Brat." Sansa chuckled.

"So… Now you know." Arya huffed.

"Tell Gendry we're okay." Sansa asked.

"I will." Arya turned to leave, but then turned back. "How about you and Jon?"

"What about Jon and me?" Sansa asked confused.

Arya rolled her eyes. "Are you two fucking?"

"ARYA STARK!"

"Obviously not." Arya grinned. "Why?"

"I…" Sansa sighed. "I'm not… I don't know if I can."

Arya's grin melted and she frowned. "Sans… Hey. You deserve some happiness too."

Sansa pressed the bridge of her nose. "I just… I feel like I'm a mess, like he could do so much better than me."

"Oh, you stop right there." Arya demanded, coming closer and grabbing Sansa's hand. "You're not a mess, Sans. You've had your problems, sure, but they don't define you and they don't make you a mess. Jon would be lucky to have you."

"I really want to believe you, Arya, but…"

"You don't." Arya sighed. "What have those fuckers done to you, Sans?"

"Taught me a lesson, I guess." She mumbled quietly.

"Sansa." Arya said seriously. "Forget them." She all but ordered. "You have so much to give… Just give it to the right person."

Sansa just nodded, because she knew this conversation wouldn't lead anywhere. Better let Arya believe she had won. "Okay."

XxX

Sansa had closed the café and was going to walk over to the Wildling, because Ygritte wanted a coffee fix.

At 8 o'clock.

She wondered how Ygritte slept.

"Hey, Val." She smiled at the blonde, who was behind the counter.

"Hey, Sans." Val grinned at her. "Coffee for Yg?" She nodded toward the cup.

"Yeah, is she around?"

"She's at her station."

"Is she working?" Sansa asked, confused. "Should I leave this with you?"

"Nope." Val seemed amused for whatever reason. "Yg told me to tell you to go ahead."

That sounded fishy. "Okay…"

Sansa walked past the beads curtain and heard the buzz of the tattoo gun, so she followed it.

"Ygritte, I have your coffee. What are you…" She stopped in her tracks.

Yeah, this was a set up and now she knew why.

Ygritte was tattooing Jon. More specifically Jon's abs. He was sprawled on a table, shirtless, while Ygritte was sitting on a chair, tattoo gun against his skin.

Jon's abs were even more amazing than Sansa had dreamed. (And oh, had she dreamed…)

They had both turned when she came into view, and Ygritte was looking absolutely delighted to have her there. "Sansa! What a surprise."

Sansa arched a brow. "You asked me for coffee." She said flatly.

"Did I?"

Sansa was going to kill her!

"I don't want to get in your way, so…" Sansa took a step back.

"No, come see!" Ygritte demanded. "I'm fixing the mess this idiot made."

Curious despite herself, Sansa took a step forward.

She'd never seen Jon without a shirt and now she was feeling very sad for all those wasted moments. He was… Hot. Steaming. Smoking. Boiling.

She had imagined that he was fit, but this… He was defined with beautiful muscles: his chest, his abs, the v that disappeared inside his jeans…

He had a tattoo that took most of torso, something that looked directly out of a fantasy book: a knight raising his sword against a red dragon. Once Sansa came closer she could see the man wasn't exactly a knight, at least he wasn't wearing armor. He had some kind of cape with fur on his shoulders and was completely clad in black. The sword on his hand was a piece of art on itself: the artist had taken the time to detail the pommel of it with the head of a white wolf.

"Wow." Sansa murmured before she could stop herself.

"That one is a piece of art." Ygritte agreed. "Now this…"

"Ygritte." Jon groaned in pain. "You're doing that on purpose."

Ygritte snickered, but didn't deny it.

Sansa peeked at what Ygritte was doing. "Night's Watch?" She frowned, confused.

"Dark and Brooding here had a 'band phase'. That's how we met." She explained, not taking her eyes from what she was doing. "Then he brilliantly decided to tattoo himself."

Of course he had a band. He probably played the guitar. If he had a motorcycle Sansa was going to hit her head against the wall.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." He spoke sheepishly.

It didn't sound all that smart to Sansa too, but then again, she didn't understand the first thing about tattoos, so she decided not to take sides.

The words "The Night's Watch" were on the left side his lower abdomen. She could see the parts that were a darker shade of black, surrounded by the red of his skin –probably where Ygritte had fixed already –and the rest of it. Yep, he definitely made a mess on himself.

"You should leave these things to the professionals, Snow." Sansa teased lightly.

"Very funny." He grunted.

"Were you a groupie, Yg?" Sansa asked grinning.

"No." Ygritte said dryly. "They were playing at this pub I was at. Decent music, you know?"

"You loved it." Jon threw.

"Oh I did, Snow. I'm pretty sure I pulled you to the back of that pub and showed you just how much I loved it." Ygritte sassed back.

"So I take this is when you two started dating." Sansa commented.

"Yes." Ygritte informed. "You find a boy with this much potential, you stick around for a while."

Jon snickered. "Wow, thanks, Yg."

"Oh yeah, I've been hearing a lot about Jon's potential." Sansa spoke, before she actually thought about it.

Both Jon and Ygritte turned to her at that. The redhead looked positively delighted by that. "Didn't it make you curious to try out?"

Sansa could feel her face getting super red, then Jon had to smirk and say, "It did make her curious enough to ask."

Sansa wished the floor would open and swallow her.

"When?" Ygritte demanded.

"Yesterday." Sansa groaned. "I was drunk!" She protested.

"That's when we show what's in our heart, Red." Ygritte said delighted.

"You know what? This conversation is too personal, especially since Jon is…" She made a general gesture indicating him. "So I'm leaving."

"It's an open invitation, Sansa!" Ygritte called after her.

"You shouldn't make invitations in other people's names." Sansa hissed at her, ignoring Jon.

"Well…" Jon drawled. "You don't see me complaining, do you?"

Ygritte cackled at that, but Sansa just looked at him in shock, mouth literally hanging open.

Did he just…

Then she narrowed her eyes. She was a Stark, a wolf of Winterfell. If he thought he was getting the last word in, and making her run off, he was freaking insane.

So she took a deep breath and let her gaze leisurely roam Jon's body, before looking back at his eyes. "I'll let you know when I'm free, Snow." She winked at him and left.

She was in the hall and could still hear Ygritte's laughter.

XxX

Sansa never thought she'd say something like that, but Jon Snow was a little shit.

Who would've known?

He was kind of serious and reserved, but underneath it all he did have a sense of humor. And sure, Sansa knew that, but now that he was focusing that humor of his on teasing her… Well, she was pleasantly surprised.

A bit turned on too.

Maybe more than a bit.

Not that she'd admit that.

Since that day with Ygritte he'd been teasing her, flirting with her. Sometimes –when he came to the café to sit and draw –he'd ask her if she was free already. Sansa would find herself grinning like a fool and teasing him back.

"Ask me again tomorrow." She'd say.

Still… Jon was such a nice guy: polite, respectful, funny, smart…

She was way too old to have a crush on a tattooed bad boy –even though Jon wasn't a bad boy –but apparently she had one anyway. She'd thought she was just attracted to him and it'd go away, but it hadn't.

It'd gotten worse.

It stopped being about finding out if his lips were as soft as they looked, or if his hands would really feel good against her skin. It stopped being about that freaking oral fixation.

She liked him, she truly did, more than she probably should.

She had no idea of what to do with him, what to make of him. Yes, he was flirting with her, but… He was still holding back. The way he flirted with her felt different from the way Willas did. Margaery's oldest brother did it for fun, to make her giggle and because he was a flirt –obviously a family trait.

Jon… Sometimes she felt there was real intent behind his flirting and that made her wonder what he'd say if she said "I'm free now." But she never did.

Sansa smiled at the costumer in front of her, while the woman tried to decide on what pastry she wanted. She saw Margaery entering the café and smiled at her friend.

"Hey, Marge. I'll get you in a minute." She smiled at the other woman.

"We need to talk." Margaery declared, standing beside the costumer.

Sansa looked from one to the other. "Um… Margaery, I'm helping this…"

"I'm going on a date with your brother." Margaery spilled out suddenly.

The costumer looked from Sansa to Margaery, her eyes widened.

"I…" Sansa opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Excuse me?"

"He asked me yesterday. I said yes." Margaery hurried to explain.

Sansa looked at the woman waiting, like she might have an answer. "I can wait." The costumer said quickly. "Talk to her first."

Sansa sighed and looked at Margaery. "Look… I like you, Marge. I truly do, but Robb is my brother."

"I know." Margaery sighed too. "I just…" She ran her hand through her ponytail. "He's… Robb is so…"

Even the costumer was waiting for Margaery to finish that thought.

"Robb is great." Sansa finished for her. "He's nice and gentle, and yes, good looking. He's the kind of guy you take seriously, Marge. Can you do that?" Sansa asked honestly. "Because he'd never have asked you out if he didn't really like you."

"I know." Margaery insisted. 'That's the problem."

"What?"

"I… I like him. A lot." Margaery admitted. "And that scares the shit out of me, because I have no idea of what to do now. I don't want to play games with him, but… Other than that, I don't know what to do."

Sansa is shocked by Margaery's sincerity, she certainly hadn't expected it. She also had to respect the other woman, because Sansa knew how hard it was to admit personal faults, even to loved ones.

"Don't play games with my brother." Sansa spoke seriously. "Be yourself, let him show you how much he likes you. Don't try to play cool or coy or be in control. Let Robb take care of you, because he will."

Margaery nodded jerkily.

"And if you hurt my brother I'm gonna feed you to wolves." Sansa finished. "Literally. My family has four of them."

Margaery let out a choked laugh. "Fair enough."

"Just let it take you, Marge." Sansa smiled at the other girl. "No games, no control. Just feel it."

The other woman nodded at her. "I can do that. I think." Sha gave Sansa a grateful smile. "When are you going to let Jon take care of you?"

She should've known this was coming. "One day." She lied. "I just need to be ready."

"Well, don't wait too long. I want to see you happy too."

Sansa waved to Margaery as she left, then she finally remembered the woman waiting for the coffee. "I am so sorry!" She turned to the woman, cheeks pink.

"Darling, that was more interesting than the coffee."

XxX

Margaery was starting to understand why Sansa was single. If she grew up with Robb Stark as a parameter for men, she'd have been sorely disappointed with everybody else.

This man was ridiculous.

Margaery had never gone through that phase when girls think that boys are gross. She always thought that boys were the most interesting plaything a person could have. She was the girl that would get the most Valentines in the class and have boys give her chocolate, candy or pretty trinkets.

Grandma Olenna always laughed at her antics.

When she got old enough to date, she did it. She dated boys her age, the ones a bit older. Margaery liked dating a lot.

There were many boys –and girls –for a while and, eventually, there was sex. Sex made dating even more interesting, but she always took care of herself.

She learned to keep her mind clear during any type of relationship: keep her feelings to herself, never give someone the power to control her. She held all the cards in all her relationships, no matter how long they lasted.

Margaery liked things that way.

When she'd first seen Sansa, she had wondered about the girl. Maybe she could be the next one? But she liked Sansa, she really did. So, better to be friends than anything else.

Anything else always ended.

Then Robb Stark came along.

He came with his sweet smiles and beautiful eyes. His politeness and gentleness. His good manners and his laughter.

She wasn't saying he wasn't gorgeous, because he was. Robb Stark was beyond handsome and she wanted to put her hands all over him and see if he was this sweet in bed.

God, she hoped not. She hoped he had a naughty side.

She knew that she could have had him months ago, but he was Sansa's brother and she didn't want to jeopardize their friendship over a guy.

But Robb… He snuck up on her with his shy smiles and how he'd chuckle if she flirted too outrageously.

Margaery had played the game a hundred times before, but Robb… He didn't play.

He pulled the chair for her to sit, he asked questions and actually cared about the answers. He liked to hear what she had to say, and he was smart and charming and so fucking sweet that Margaery feared he'd give her a cavity.

He paid the check –she never had any doubt that he would –and helped her to put her coat. He took her hand as soon as they stepped on the street.

It was cold, but at least it was a clear night, not a single cloud on the sky. They walked and talked and Robb held her hand.

Eventually they were standing by her door and Margaery was playing with her keys. "Do you want to come inside?" She asked, suddenly unsure of herself.

Robb gave her one of those endearing smiles of his. "I do. I really do, but I won't." He took a deep breath. "As much as I'd love to know what the color of your ceiling is or what side of the bed you sleep on, I'll give you a goodnight kiss, and I'll call you tomorrow."

Margaery had to control all of her reactions at once. Disappointment, because she wanted him to come inside her apartment; rejection, because no guy had ever denied an offer from her; incredulity, because men said they'd call and never did.

"I'll wait for your call." She said instead, a perfect mask in place, not letting him see what she really thought about that.

"I'll call you tomorrow at 11."

That startled a laugh out of her. "That precise?"

His smile was unrepentant. "Just so you know when to expect it."

He wouldn't call, of course. He'd send a message –maybe –probably way later than that.

"I'll put it down on my planner." She teased.

"Do that." That grin of his…

"And about that goodnight kiss…"

If possible his smirk only grew. He took a step forward and took her face between his hands, since she was wearing high heels she was almost the same height as him, so it was easy for him to put his lips on hers.

It was soft and sweet, almost pure. Margaery grasped the lapels of Robb's jacket and let him dictate the pace.

He pulled back –minimally – and smiled at her. "More?"

"I swear to God, Stark, if you don't…"

Her tirade was swallowed by Robb's mouth, but she could feel his grin against her lips. This was different, this was better.

One of his hands had sunk into her hair, the other fallen to her waist. Margaery threw her arm around his neck and pulled him against her. Suddenly she felt her back hitting the wall and gasped in surprise. Robb took advantage of it, his tongue brushing hers, until they were kissing furiously, his body pressing hers against the wall, her hands grasping at him.

Margaery had barely noticed that Robb's leg was between hers, but she sure as fuck noticed when he stopped.

"Ok." He took a deep breath. "Now I'll go. Tomorrow I'll call you…"

"At eleven." She reminded him, making him chuckle.

"At eleven. Then we'll talk about a second date."

Margaery arched a brow. "Who says I want to go out with you again?"

Robb just kissed her again, -not difficult, since they were still plastered against each other - deep and slow and so freaking hot that Margaery thought she'd melt.

"Second date?" He offered, a smirk pulling the corner of his lips.

"Get out of here before I drag you inside." She pushed him gently.

He still took another step back. "Good night, Margaery."

She couldn't stop her own smile. "Good night, Stark."

Robb took two steps back, before grumbling something under his breath and coming back to her. He pulled her to him by the waist and kissed her again.

"Okay, I'm going." He declared after a minute.

Margaery still couldn't believe how that went. Where had his mother hidden that man all these years?

She still didn't believe he'd call at eleven.

He didn't.

He called at 10:30 because he couldn't wait until 11.

N/A: Jon, you cheeky bastard... lol

Sansa, do something, please! Things are getting more interesting now. Nobody can be that slow, so... DO SOMETHING!

Marge and Robb caught me by surprise on this chapter but I truly love them. I hope you guys enjoyed it as well.

Let me know your feelings!

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