Some things to keep in mind:

- Modern AU

- Jon, Arya and Myrcella have been friends since a looooong while

- They're really close

- Jon and Arya are a couple. Everyone knows this.

-They're in Myrcella's flat.

-They're from old, rich, important families hence the usage of princesses. All of them may or may not be actual royalty in this setting backstory.

- Hope you have fun and enjoy!

"What does a kiss feel like?"

Both her companions shot her confused looks from where they were lazing against each other on the other side of her couch.

" 'Cella...you've been kissed before." Spoke up Jon, his voice only having the slightest amount of confusion present in it.

If you knew him well enough to detect it, that is.

"You've also been the one to initiate it." Arya added her two coppers in, her hands stopping their grazing of her unofficial husband's (for all that she said otherwise) hair, "...Are you feeling alright?"

She rolled her eyes at that before focusing her gaze on both her most important people in this whole wide world; Arya was behind Jon, her hand still paused in its grazing motion while she looked at her. Jon was resting his head comfortably against her shoulder, lazing in her embrace with one hand intertwined with Arya's free one that she had wrapped around him. His gaze focusing on her instead of remaining in their content, half opened state as they were before.

Two pairs of grey eyes of differing shades looked at her and she couldn't help the color that rose from her cheeks at their intensity.

"It's not that." Myrcella began as she got up from her own laid down position. Her legs rising up to cover her front, bare feet planting themselves on the couch as she rested her chin on her knees and her arms wrapped themselves around them, the TV and movie they were watching together forgotten for the moment.

"It's like..." She gestured wordlessly to them, ignoring the feeling of her loose crimson sweater as it slipped from one shoulder, her wrist rotating in small circles while she couldn't find the right words to describe her meaning in that moment. Their eyebrows rose in unison, waiting patiently for her to find the words she needed.

"There!" She exclaimed causing both of them to blink and further frown in confusion.

"That! That's what I'm talking about!" She pointed at them with one finger and in her excited gesturing a few strands of gold hair came loose from her bun and into her face causing the emerald eyed girl to unconsciously blow them away and tuck them behind one ear with her free hand when they came back again.

"First," Arya began slowly and wordlessly Jon moved up to sit properly, the short haired girl mimicking his motions soon after. Well, until they glued themselves together again, as Jon slung his arm across the back of her couch while it was Arya's turn to lean her head on his shoulder, "Put that finger down already. You're going to poke someone's eye out and we're supposed to be the fencers here."

She stuck her tongue at her for that, causing the dark haired girl to blow her a kiss and the similarly dark haired boy to chuckle at their antics, but she complied all the same.

Smoothly picking up from they left off it was the sole male in the room to continue the inquiry and Myrcella internally rolled her eyes and chalked one more tally up to her mental scores labeled 'proof', 'signs they're getting married soon' as well as a few others.

"What did," he repeated her motions with his own arm, "All this mean, 'Cella?"

"It means; you two."

"Us?" They parroted and she didn't care if they would tease her about it later, she pointed at them again while she smiled as if she had won something.

"Yes, you two. I mean you get along great, your disagreements are resolved one way or another, you spend loads of time together-"

"We could say the same in regards to all of us."

She ignored Jon' interruption for the most part, though she did give a small nod to acknowledge that point before continuing as if she wasn't interrupted, "-And you finish each others sentences regularly."

"...Sooo…?"

"Sooo..." She mimicked Arya, gaining her a light glare for her sense of humor, "My point is; I know how a kiss feels like or what giving a kiss is like but...well...sometimes I wonder what it's like for you guys."

They blinked at that and she saw that her point might be getting through to them so she continued, "You two are basically all but married and I doubt it will be much more before it happens officially," The golden haired girl continued though she privately filed away the look on their faces to chuckle at later as she continued, "You're so sweet to one another, you have each others back, you have this...connection between the two of you and so much more. So I can't help but wonder what you feel when you kiss."

Her hand came up to brush the strands of her hair from her forehead again and this time she decided to redo her bun.

"You mean..."

"I don't really think I know what a kiss feels like. A real kiss like the both of you share so easily all the time." Myrcella completed Arya's thought while she finished up her bun, deciding instead to keep it loose.

Jon and Arya fell silent and now more then ever Myrcella wished she knew what exactly was going on through their minds, especially when they turned to face each other directly and started to have their own little silent private conversation. Finally they nodded to each other and she let her confusion show as they stood up together to walk from their side of the couch to hers, to stand in front of her, side to side.

"Do you trust us?"

"Of course I do Jon. What kind of question is that?"

He didn't respond, just stared at her intensely the same way Arya had been doing. They glanced at each other, held the gaze for two seconds more and nodded once again, leaving her feeling more confused then ever before.

It grew when each extended one of their arms to her and she let them know how she felt with her own questioning gaze in her emerald eyes.

"Take it." They said and gave her the same grin, white teeth with sightly longer than normal canines showing through their lips, and at that moment it brought to the forefront of her mind how attractive they both were and how many would be suitors despaired at their lack of chance. "We won't bite."

She stared at them and slowly she extended both her arms to lay one of her hands in each of their palms while she braced herself for the inevitable tugging.

It came, only not the way she thought. Instead of playfully tugging her to her feet like they were all fond of doing to each other they raised her up, gently, carefully and she was so taken aback she didn't realize she was pressing herself against both their fronts until several seconds had passed. She began to move away from them only to feel two sets of hands against each of her hips preventing her from doing so and her gaze snapped to their eyes.

" 'Cella," Began Arya and there was something in her tone that made minute shivers travel across her spine, "You know that you're the most important person to both of us, besides each other, right?"

"Yes?" Her tone was confused but there was a place in her mind that had an inkling as to what was going to happen, and that little thought she had was making her heart speed up bit by bit.

Jon's hand raised to hover over her face yet he didn't follow through with the action. Emerald stared into dark grey before she shifted her gaze onto Arya's lighter grey eyes. They didn't hold any jealousy in them, no hesitation or second thoughts, the only thing present in her face was a small smile that she gained when Myrcella looked at her.

"You can say no." Arya spoke up, her voice soft and relaxed as she stared directly at her given their similar heights, "We won't mind, we won't feel offended, we won't force you to do so."

The Lannister daughter licked her suddenly dry lips and then tried to fight her increasing blush as both their eyes darted down to her lips. "I know. I know you won't...but..."

The Stark princess' arm was slug across her lover's lower back, hand resting on his hip casually and her temple brushing his shoulder while he had an arm wrapped around her shoulders and his other arm still hung in the air before her.

"We told you 'Cella," his fingers twitched, probably from the strain of keeping it up for so long to prove a point so she decided to help him a bit by cupping his larger hand in between her own smaller ones and both of them gave her such soft smiles then that it warmed her insides up immediately, "We care about you, A Lot, and we know you do too."

"So this is okay," continued Arya and she slowly moved her own free arm forward, until she saw that her golden haired friend did nothing to stop her motions and so finished bringing her hand to rest just above her hip at the dip of her waist, "Just for you."

Emerald stared at two pairs of grey for what seemed like minutes but if she could concentrate past her pounding heart and rushing blood she could figure out it was a few seconds at most. Finally with a small nod and a brief kiss to Jon's fingers that were peeking out from between her hands she let him go and tilted her head to the side in silent permission.

"When I look at Arya..." He began, his hand cupping her red face, causing her to let out a soft gasp. His cool hand felt pleasant against her warm cheek.

"...I feel my blood thrumming through my veins and my heart drumming to an unheard song..." Said girl continued, tightening her fingers on her waist and pulling the sole blonde closer to them until she was pressed flushed against them, each half of her body against half of their own.

"...And every time I look at her," His hand was a slow caress that trailed down towards her neck and the Lannister princess couldn't help but let out a visible shiver when his fingertips brushed against the nape of her neck, "It's as if..."

"I'm looking at a gift," Arya's hands snaked from her waist to her lower back resting there to trace formless patterns on top of her sweater yet she could feel it as if she was touching her bare skin, "So every time I look at him..."

"...Every time I get closer to her..." Putting words into action his face got closer to her own and in between the fuzziness that started to play across her mind she realized Arya was mimicking his gesture.

"...When I stare at her lips..." His breath brushed along her jaw.

"...When I see the expression in his eyes..." Her lips briefly trailed along her flaming cheek.

"...And I take it all in..." Jon pressed a peck onto her temple and she couldn't help the small gasp that let loose from her mouth.

"...It just makes me..." Arya nuzzled her other temple with her nose before pressing her own peck onto it.

Together they trailed their lips down until she could feel both their breaths ghosting against her ears, their hands flexing on her nape and back. Her eyes she realized had become half closed at some point and her lips had parted the slightest bit to let out a soft sigh of anticipation. Wordlessly, she tilted her head up, baring her neck to the both of them and though they were hovering near her skin she could still feel their slowly blossoming smiles as if they were pressed against her.

They closed in on her and Myrcella finally realized that the only thing she couldn't feel was her hands, which were closed into fists and hanging empty upon her sides. So as their lips touched the shell of her ears and made her shiver once more she brought her arms up to wrap around them tightly and let out a pleased sigh as they breathed against her, twin hot breaths ghosting along her skin affecting her more then she ever thought was possible in this already unlikely situation.

And this time when she let out a sigh from her parted lips, when she tightened her hold on their clothes in her white knuckled hands, when she accepted the sensations in her heart and mind to mix with her pounding blood that made her shiver and develop goosebumps all over her body, it was entirely her choice to let it take her over when they breathed in unison those four little words onto her ears in similar rough breathy tones.

"...Want to unwrap it."

She gulped and she felt one of them move downwards as they briefly separated their lips from her heated skin, so she raised her neck further upward to give them better access, only to come face to face with Jon's lips as they hovered over her own. The Lannister daughter gave into the urge to lick her dry feeling lips and felt a further thrill shoot up her being when his gaze darted down briefly to follow the motion before returning to her eyes, looking darker then before.

"Last chance."

He sounded so pained to say it but she knew that all she needed to do was say no and he would separate himself in an instant, wouldn't go through with it if she wished it even now. Distantly she noticed that Arya hadn't returned her lips to her neck and if she concentrated enough she could also feel her hovering against her neck, likewise waiting for her answer.

She looked at him, directly into his stormy eyes, red faced and nearly panting, her hair falling against his knuckles as it once again came free but this time from their ministrations. Resolutely she loosened her fists so she could trail her fingertips up along their bodies until she reached her destination; to cup the back of their necks and bury her fingers in the mess of hair she found there.

She swallowed, both for the need and to give her time to gather the words in her mind.

"Don't you like your present?"

His smile turned predatory, an edge of wildness seeping through its normally icy calm, and she knew Arya had her own mirror one even though she couldn't see it and it only served to heighten her anticipation along with their next whispered words.

"Always."

Lips met her own, lips met her neck and all she could do to ground herself was bury her hands further in their hair and tighten her hold on their necks. The initial kisses were rough, an almost bruising contact but they soon mellowed out into a calm pressure, moving along her lips and neck in delicate motions. Just as if they were opening a present she thought distantly; eager to get her hands on it when first showed followed by delicately being opened and gaining momentum again as the anticipation built itself up.

Her veins were fire, her mind raced like lighting in its intensity and a cold calm settled underneath it all that kept her from loosing herself completely that let her truly enjoy this.

They kissed so good and that was as far as her thoughts went before she focused on his lips, taking in the sensation as they danced with hers, gently prying hers open, unwrapping her in their quest to deepen the kiss. Drawing pleased sounds from deep in her throat, sounds she had rarely made with just a kiss.

Distantly she took note that Arya had moved to lay gentle pecks at the nape of her neck, her hand unconsciously following her to keep the girl in her grasp. Her stray wondering thought of what would this be like if they had just continued to roughly open their gift made it better.

She didn't know how much time passed after that, all she knew was that eventually her lungs burned but she didn't want to stop, didn't want to let go.

But she needed to and Jon knew it too.

They separated and in between her panting breaths she still wished that it wasn't a requirement and to her heart's happiness it wasn't long before her lips were occupied again…yet...it wasn't the same sensation as before; it was different but still so pleasant. It took her a few heartbeats to realize it was Arya that she was kissing this time with Jon behind her trailing his lips against the back of her neck.

Then the thrill came back, the mix of feelings she was experiencing with these two right now surpassing anything she had ever felt before.

Myrcella sighed into Arya's mouth and let out a muffled groan against her lips as she felt Jon tighten his fingers around her hips. She took the chance at her briefly returning focus to wrap one arm around the Northern girl's neck, making full use of their similar heights, while she simultaneously pressed herself back against Jon and pulled him against her, wrapping her small hand as much as she could against Jon's forearm until both of them were pressed flush against her once more.

The Lannister let out a mix of a sigh, groan and pant as she felt them lay their hands on each of her hips and intertwine them there. She separated briefly to tilt her head back and let out an appreciative groan into the air as Jon trailed kisses along her nape to her bare shoulder, letting out one final sigh before diving back into loosing herself with Arya. She gave the girl a brief teasing lick, meeting her half lidded eyes with her own before licking into her mouth again.

Myrcella let out a disappointed noise when she felt Jon pull away from her, ignoring her attempts to keep him against her, and the noise doubled when she felt Arya do the same.

She should have known that they would be such teases.

She let a pout form on her face and both the pair appreciated how she looked like right now; with red kiss swollen lips, glazed emerald eyes and ruffled golden blonde hair. Though she noticed the way they looked at her as they stood side by side again, the want in their gaze, they merely smiled at her with the barest of teeth showing through their lips.

Her pout increased.

They chuckled and drew her into their arms intermittently gifting her such sweet little pecks, each taking their turn one one after the other, before she finally buried her head where their shoulders touched, stretching her arms as far as she could so she could hug them both. Both of the so called wolves reciprocated her action, surrounding her in their arms and simultaneously placing lingering pecks to the top of her head, causing her to smile against their shoulders.

"So..." Began Jon and naturally Arya continued, "...How does a kiss feel like?"

Myrcella chuckled, deep and long, her voice coming out so different then usual. She hugged them tighter to her and tilted her head from one shoulder to the next to look at them in turns.

She then took a step back to be able see the both of them, her chin tucking itself demurely in an unconscious action towards her chest and looking up at them with wide, innocent looking, shining emerald eyes from beneath her golden lashes.

"I don't know," she began, coyly biting her still wet bottom lip for their benefit, "Maybe we should try some more to make sure it wasn't a fluke?"

Her smile turned impish and she tilted her head to the side causing her long hair to come loose from where it had admirably held for as long as it could to tumble along her front and back.

"You know,"she gave them a slow blink, "Just to be sure?"

Soooo...
I kinda, really enjoyed writing about Jon, Arya and Myrcella together the last time.
...And then I thought about it more, and I liked it more...and then...
I may have written a few ideas down where they're close friends and/or all of them are in a relationship.

I may also have gotten the urge to write more about that possible story of Arya in an academy with Jon as her older beau studying and/or working elsewhere.

I also has nothing to do with wanting to write about Arya in a school uniform, leaning against a wall, smiling while looking up at college student Jon standing in front of her where he may or may not be doing the stereotypical thing in such a situation and have one hand firmly placed up above and to the side of her head and smirking at her.

...Really.

Honest.

Jon/Arya sure make things fun.

Speaking of; if you haven't checked it already go and read on Ao3:

Lipstick-smeared Lapses by Hyoushin.

It had a variation of Arya in a school uniform and since it was posted just when I was deliberating of this possible setting to write. I took it as a sign that I should in the future.
It's also somewhat smutty.

*Cough*

I mean, if I actually had the intention of writing it just for that.

Anyways, I actually don't know how I did with Myrcella's 'voice' (characterization). I looked her up in the wiki and what I knew from her but I'm still not sure if I captured her correctly. Probably gonna study up on her more since I'll be writing her more in the future.

Hope I did good, anyways.

Let me know what you think!