Sam tottered to his feet as quickly as his mass would allow, quills, ink and papers clattering to the ground as he grasped his robes to him in terror. "Edd, I don't know what happened. You have got to believe me. It all happened so fast. I wouldn't have let them do it, they were speaking old tongue and casting spells on me! I couldn't think straight!"
He raised an accusing finger at the wildling pair, mouth agape in surprise at being caught, literally with his pants down. The girls visibly shrank back away from the pudgy whistle blower who was singing like a bird the tale of seduction and manipulation they had plied on him.
Edd closed the door behind him with his foot and narrowed his eyes dubiously at Sam. "O sure sure, you get locked in a room with wildlin' girls and they just can't stop but rip your pants down and treat you like a fine cut o' steak on a poor mans plate. Never happens to me. Nope. Mark my words, I was watching a pair of wildlings one time and you know what happened? They shit all over the floor, made a huge mess. And guess who got in trouble fer it? Dolorous Edd. Guess who had to clean it up? Dolorous Edd. How is it I have to clean up the mess? What was I spose to do? Hold em' over the chamber pot and offer em treats for getting it right? Well I ain't got no treats, and If I did I'm not giving them to wildlings, but they probably would make me feed them to every wildling scrap that come round here and I'd never get any fer meself. And you know what? Now every time the commander goes in that room, he curses my name and makes me scrub the floors again, saying he can still smell it. Probably he'll be smelling it till I die, probably I'll die cleaning that same floor"
Edd shook his head slowly as he pondered his bad luck in life, eyes sliding over to the girls.
"You two get dressed and head outside, someone is ready to take you to a room for the night while we try to figure out what to do with you, and try to keep your hands to yourself. I'm forgetful in my age, but If I come across any problems with you I may just remember what happened here and have to report it to the Lord Commander. He doesn't take well to wildlings tempting his crows on The Wall." The girls nodded in understanding and quickly set to the task he put them on and exited the room without so much as a glance in Sam's direction.
Sam had somehow managed to gain control of his basic motor function in the wake of his shock and closed his mouth and lowered his hand and drew in a very shaky breath. "Edd I was.."
"Sam, whats done is done. Everyone steps in a pile of horse shit now and again. No point in talking about it, but remember I never want to hear or see anything like this again." Dolorous turned after setting down his tray amongst the chaotic table top and strode out of the room.
Sam pulled on his clothes while thinking over all that had transpired. He had basically just been man-raped, and, while the sensation the girls made him feel was indeed extremely pleasant - he could attest to that with the way his tunic was sticking rather unpleasantly to the front of his stomach since he had not had a chance to wash off his 'physical expression' of those feelings before Edd barged into the room - the women did not strike the spark in him the way Jon did. He wanted Jon holding him down while whispering words of passion into his ear, slowly undoing his laces, eyes darkened with the promise of the pleasure that was to await Sam as Jon slowly lowered his mouth. "Stop that," Sam squeezed his eyes shut to block out the powerfully seductive image and maintain focus. No, he still wanted Jon. Only now, he knew the pleasure got from the wildlings would be exponentially greater and more ground breaking with someone he actually wanted to be with and wanted him. Also, it didn't hurt if that person had an attractive scowl and a powerful body that seemed chiseled from a pale marble pillar.
Sam, face flushed with thoughts of Jon's body, sat down and began correctly documenting a very detailed description of the story the wildling girls told. After a time the first rays of sun washed through the narrow window. He stood and withdrew from the room, collecting all his notes and organizing them before turning them over to the proper people before heading to the mess hall. He was feeling a little odd, maybe a meal would quiet his upset nerves. The erotic episode with the girls, his encounters with Jon, then the story of the wights Sara and Cara told and he had to recreate on paper... everything was weighing him down.
The hall was the center hub for all gossip on the wall, and it was abuzz tonight with a scandal indeed guessed Sam as he filled his plate and sat down alone amid the din of voices chattering at several tables before a disbelieving gasp and a snort of laughter gave way to a shout of "No way... Lord-my-honor-is-as-strong-as-the-north-itself.. Jon Snow?" Bread was falling out of the spectral maker's wide grin. All other faces at the table nodded enthusiastically along with him. Jon Snow was the center of the gossip.
Sam's stomach dropped. 'Did someone find out about us?' he wondered. He glanced around and saw no one looking at him strangely; and he greeted a few on the way in, so they knew he was there. 'So no not that then. Something else must have happened. What could it be?' He searched his memory, but the last time he saw Jon was the day before when he confronted him about his feelings and Jon stormed out angrily. Sam eyes began to prickle oddly with wetness at this memory as his heart beat increased with the emotion brought forth by this memory.
"HEYYYYY SAMMMM!" Sam glanced over his shoulder to a group of men waving at him idiotically. He turned back to his food and blinked back the tears. No, he didn't want company. Just ignore them and they will stop.
"Sammmm! Come HERE!"
They were still waving and beckoning him, and now everyone was looking at him. "SAM! SAM! Hey SAM, do you HEAR ME?!"
He could feel it. Pressure. Judging eyes. Fractures where beginning to appear in his nonchalant facade. Pressure. Eyes.
"SAMWELL TARLY! SAM COME OVER HERE!"
He cracked and gave a resounded sigh and pushed back and trudged over to the pack of morons to sit among them with a questioning gaze.
"... What is it you guys?"
The men broke into a tale of Jon Snow venturing out with Grenn and Pyp the night before 'to hunt' and returning just before dawn. Grenn and Pyp had just left the mess hall before Sam came in and told tales of Jon and one of the woman going at it all night. Hearing them through the walls in the unbridled thralls of need and desire. Jon's deep cries of ecstasy echoing off the brothel walls, with the feminine squeals of rapture he caused to spring from his woman's mouth.
The men nudged eachother's shoulders and smiled broadly, fists pounding the table. They were proud as if they had done it themselves. Some ventured to play act some of the scenes from the story, mimicking the hip thrusting motions and making a slapping gesture with their hands while grunting. Others laughed at them and used high-pitched soprano voices to mime the cries of the whore. "Oooooo... Lord Snow show me how to be a proper lady!" They burst into a fit of giggles that would shame a group of maids, continued the discussion. "I heard Grenn say Jon didn't pay nothing and she thanked him for teaching her so much," voiced one man. "Pyp says she couldn't walk and kept hanging onto the walls asking if he would come back soon," said another. The smut-filled story continued with or without Sam wanting it too. He sat in silence, food untouched.
Sam was dead. No. He was not dead, because death was where you were free of pain. Sam was in hell. His heart was in his throat at the retelling of the story over and over again. Jon's hours of passion at the hands of a common whore.' How could he be so upset with Jon when he had participated in similar events with Sara and Cara just hours ago?' He wondered ' No, he justified to himself, that was a surprise attack from two women who out maneuvered him, and all it did was rectify the feelings he had for Jon. His Lord Snow had gone willingly to the bed of a whore and reveled in her flesh all night. He used her like a whore, and he had used Sam like a whore on the nights before. Sam was nothing but a big fat stupid whore to him and that's all he ever would be.
After what he deemed a reasonable amount of time, he excused himself and went back to his chambers, his mind self destructing in on itself as his thoughts kept going over Jon's night at the brothel.