AN: Thank you again like usual to everyone who has reviewed or is following this story. It means a lot to me to know that you are all enjoying it and I hope I continue to deliver. So without further ado the next chapter and there is some Faye and Jon loving... enjoy...
Break me Down
Faye
Jon had an effect on her like no other ever had.
He moved suddenly, taking her by surprise.
"Faye," he whispered before his lips descended on to hers...
It was a desperate kiss filled with need and Faye let herself succumb to his lips. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he feverishly moved his lips against hers and slipped his tongue between her lips.
Jon pulled her closer so their bodies were flush, her breast pressed against his hard chest. She let her hands explore his arms; she could feel the hard defined muscles below his simple shirt as her fingers trailed up his arm, over his collar bone and then embedded themselves into the mess of his black curls at the nape of his neck.
Faye didn't let herself wondering why he was there, why he was kissing her so desperately. She knew he was scared, confused and worried for his brother. Men needed comfort and Faye had comforted many and she would do the same for Jon even with the knowledge that he was leaving and that it would hurt her a lot when he was gone.
She bit his lip, sucking it between her lips electing a groan from Jon. She kissed him roughly as his finger dug into her skin but she didn't mind, it was different than all the other men. He tasted of spices and a hint of wine; it was a glorious heady combination.
They walked backwards with a little difficulty until her legs hit the back of her bed. Jon seemed to falter then, his eyes flashing with uncertainty. Faye sighed, wouldn't let him feel uncertain so she took charge, Jon deserved one night and she would be damned if his honour got in the way.
She reluctantly stepped out of his embrace and turned him so his legs were pressed up against the bed and then Faye pushing him down onto the edge of her bed. Jon watched her, his eyes wide as she began to slip out of her dress. Faye saw him swallow as the dress pooled at her feet leaving her in nothing but her thin underclothes. The cold air hit her but she smiled despite the chill and cupped his cheeks before kissing him softly as she lowered herself onto his lap with a soft groan, a leg either side of his thighs.
"It's ok," she whispered into his ear, "let it happen." She found his hands and brought them to her waist leaving them there as her hands moved to his muscular shoulders, "don't think," she rocked her hips brushing against the bulge in his breeches.
She brushed her lips against his before looking him in the eye, Jon's eyes were hooded with lust and want and Faye felt the same. "Just feel," she whispered huskily and that was his breaking point.
Jon's lips attacked hers hungrily as his hands slipped to her hips. He guided her, taking control, as they pushed their hips together creating beautiful friction that they both so desperately desired. Faye moaned and began to fumble with the laces of his shirt wanting to desperately feel his bare skin beneath her finger tips. Trace the hard plains of his chest and suck on his perfectly smooth skin.
They broke their kiss long enough for Jon to help her pull the shirt off before they attacked each other again with kisses and touches. Jon's hands had moved to her thighs and pushed Faye's shift up as he callous fingers ran further and further up her thighs tightly squeezing from time to time. It was heaven for Faye; she had never been touched in way that made her hot with desire and unskilled with desperation.
Jon seemed too lost in his haze of lust to feel nervous and Faye was thankful. She wanted him to enjoy himself, wanted him to know what a woman's touch felt like so hopefully he would change his mind and stay. It was foolish but it was her hope.
His muscles twitched as her fingers ran over them. Jon was lean but muscular and Faye wasn't sure if she had seen such a beautiful body before. He was all muscle and power. She moaned as he bucked his hips and sucked on her neck, her head flung back and her mouth open in a silent 'O' with pleasure.
Jon moved them suddenly, lying Faye on her back with her head rested on the pillows as he covered her body with his. She closed her eyes and let herself feel, she was aware that she was the more experienced and yet Jon Snow seemed to be taking the lead, knowing almost instinctively what felt good- for them both.
He ripped her shift roughly exposing her bare breasts to the cold air making them pebble before Jon had even touched them. His lips travelled down her throat and down the valley of her breast before he took one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly. Her breathing was heavy and fast as she panted under his administrations. She found herself becoming more and more impatient and her hands slipped down his sides to his hips were his breeches were rested.
Faye's hand covered the bulge in his breeches and she traced the outline of his manhood softly and teasingly making him groan around her nipple, the vibrations had her moaning and desperately fumbling with the laces of his breeches.
There is too much lace she thought irritated as his breeches proved to be difficult to remove even with her experience.
Jon chuckled breathlessly, "eager aren't you," he chuckled though his voice was hoarse and his words dripping with want.
She captured his lips with hers before smiling, "you have no idea." She whispered before she rolled them over, straddling him once again.
She looked down at him as she lowered her mouth to his chest. Her shift lay around her waist with her breasts exposed and swaying as she moved her lips down Jon's chest, peppering light kissed everywhere.
She reached the top of his breeches and wriggled backwards so she could undo his laces. Seeing them made a difference and soon she had them undone, anticipation twisted in her stomach while excitement moistened between her legs as he lifted his hips while Faye pulled the finally piece of clothing from his body.
He was hard and proud and as she took him in hungrily, she noticed the doubt creeping across his face once again as he watched her watching him. She smiled and bit her lip, shimmying out of her shift before she threw it down onto the floor with the rest of their clothing.
She had never been with a man she wanted to be with; that made her feel hot and flustered and wet with want. She was a little nervous but she didn't let him see it.
She crawled up his body placing light kisses here and there before she reached his lips. Jon's hands settled on her hips gently as she pressed her lips to his, her lips moved along his jaw before biting the lobe of his ear gently before she whispered, "I want you Jon Snow."
And so she took him.
She leant back onto her claves before she moved over him, sinking onto his length slowly electing moans from both of them. Faye closed her eyes savouring the feeling of his throbbing hard length inside her, stretching her. He stayed perfectly still beneath her and when she opened her eyes she watched as his face twisted into an expression of pure pleasure.
Faye moved slowly, coating his length with her wetness before she slid back down again and again. Jon's hands gripped her hips tightly, painfully but the pain added to the pleasure and slowly but surely she began to move faster and soon Jon was moving with her, his hips reaching up to meet her.
It wasn't long before they were both moaning; Faye's hands were planted on his chest as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten. It was sudden but quickly she found herself on her back, Jon over her and in her. It took all she had not to come undone when she saw the pure lust and hunger on Jon's face as he gazed down at her. He moved quickly, thrusting his hips forwards as she wrapped her legs around his middle.
"Jon," Faye gasped breathlessly, her eyes closed and her hands tangling into the furs beneath them.
He moved quickly and surely, hammering into her with force and speed and that was Faye's undoing. She clenched around him, a moaning mess with her head thrashing from side to side and her hands tightening into the bed sheets.
Jon didn't stop though and he slide in and out of her through her orgasm and before she knew it she clenching around him again, his movements became jerky and more impatient and soon she was milking him dry, his seed spilling inside her with a guttural moan that could have woken the whole household.
Break me Down
Faye lay with her head resting on his chest. Their breathing had slowed and they lay together basking in the pleasure they had both found. She knew sooner or later they would face what they had done; she would face the rejection when he dressed and slunk from her room hoping no one would catch him. But she let herself, for a few moments, rest against Jon in his arms.
She traced patterns on his smooth hard chest, watching them with little interest. Jon was stroking her hair softly, almost lovingly. It was a while before he plucked up the courage to speak.
"Did—did I hurt you?" he whispered his voice soft and worried.
She smiled and shook her head, "no."
Jon sighed in relief. "I- erm," he stuttered.
"You don't have to say anything Jon," Faye whispered, lifting her head off his chest and leaning on her side, her head resting on her hand as she stared at him. "I know what this was."
Jon frowned and shook his head, his hand moving to stroke her cheek. "Amazing, perfect," he said his frown slipping and replacing it with a small smile.
Faye smiled and blushed, another thing Faye didn't do very often.
"I'm staying," Jon said suddenly.
Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. He's staying she thought; staying in Winterfell she could hardly believe it.
Jon looked worried and so Faye forced a smirk, "that good am I?" She jested though she felt like bombarding him with questions. Why? When did you decide? Is it because of me?
Jon chuckled, "you are but this wasn't the deciding factor."
Of course not she thought almost bitterly. I'm just a whore, I wouldn't be surprised if he left a few coins behind to thank me for my service.
Faye hated thinking it for she knew Jon better than that and she knew that what had happened between them was more than just a release for her and possible maybe for Jon. He cared for her; she knew that much or she hoped he did.
"What was then?" she asked.
He sighed, "Bran," he answered sadly. "I need to stay for Bran, for my family."
She smiled sadly and placed a kiss on his chest. "He'll be ok." She was reminded in that moment that she would find out what happened to him and she would also talk to Eddard.
"But I think I decided to stay even before he fell," Jon whispered. He turned his head and their eyes met and locked onto one another. "I never had a place in Winterfell before, I always felt like the bastard with no future, nothing waiting for me."
She cupped his cheek and stroked her thumb under his eyes softly. He looked tired and worn and though his eyes were dull with sadness they also were warm, while gazing at her. "What changed?" she dared to ask.
He smiled then and kissed the inside of her palm. "You," Faye bit her lip and let her happiness, awe and shock course through her body at the one simple word.
"Ever since we found you I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he carried on making her heart beat faster. "And when we first kissed I knew, I couldn't leave, I couldn't leave you not knowing what might have been."
He may have been about to say more but Faye stopped him with a kiss, it was long and sweet and nothing like the passionate kiss they had shared previously but it was as perfect in its own way.
She smiled against his lips, "You're staying," she whispered happily.
He nodded kissed her softly, seeming to not be able to get enough of her. "Yes, I am."
She closed her eyes, relief sweeping through her. He's staying...
Break me Down
She awoke to find she wasn't alone and then everything came flooding back. I slept with Jon she recalled he's staying she remembered. She smiled and lifted her head from his chest. He was asleep breathing evenly with a peaceful expression. She traced his lips with the tips of her fingers and smiled as they twitched at her touch.
She knew she would have to wake him soon, she could already hear people moving around, walking along the halls and talking in the court yard but she would let him sleep for a little longer.
Faye knew that it was going to be a long day. Winterfell would still be in shock over Bran's fall, Eddard would no doubt have to make his decision on whether or not to accept the offer to be Hand of the King and Faye had to worry about Littlefinger and what Tyrion had said. You know too much. People are starting to notice. It would definitely be a long day but she took comfort in knowing that Jon would be there.
He stirred, shifting and reaching for Faye. She smiled and placed a tender kiss to his lips. She felt him smile beneath her and she pulled back, his eyes were open, sleepy but open.
"It's time to break fast," she said with a smile.
Jon grumbled something unintelligent before her reached for her and rolled her so she straddled him. "Why don't we stay here instead," he whispered suggestively.
She laughed and rolled her eyes but didn't complain. Jon sat up, there naked chests flush as was his manhood to her core. She smiled into their kiss and slipped her hand down his chest until she felt his manhood. She curled her hand around his shaft and smiled in satisfaction when he groaned but their morning was interrupted...
The door swung open and Faye jumped in Jon's lap letting his hardened length go and then gasping when she caught sight of Arya standing in the doorway eyes wide as she stared at a very naked Faye and Jon...
AN: I'm always nervous when writing sex scenes, they are not my forte but hopefully it's not dreadful. Anyway, what do you think? Let me know all comments opinions and constructive criticism is welcome.
Hope you enjoyed...
