Chapter 14

A/N: I'm so sorry for uploading the wrong chapter to this story. D: I am a horrible human being. I hope this makes up for it? :'(

Arabella's POV

"I have never been on top of the wall before." I said to Jon when we walked together to the elevator.

"Neither have I." He replied as we got into the elevator.

The wind blew hard and I snuggled up in my coat. Jeez, I hate this.

I felt arms and a cloak wrap around me. I turned my head and saw Jon, keeping his cloak on, was holding my in his arms and had the cloak he wore wrapped around us.

I blushed when I noticed how close we were, but he was much warmer than I was. So, I snuggled up into his arms and welcomed the warm embrace.

"You know, Snow…you're not such a bad guy." I said and looked up at him.

He was only slightly taller than I was. Good, not that far to reach to kiss his plushy lips.

"I hope I'm not." He replied with a small smile on his face.

"Would you mind answering a question that has been on my mind for some time?" I asked.

"Sure…kill some time since it'll be awhile until we get to the top."

"Your lips…" I said and traced my finger, which had a black leather glove on it, over his bottom lip.

He tucked his bottom lip in his mouth, making me stop touching it. I don't think he wanted me to stop. If he did then he would have looked away, backed away, or told me to stop. I think it was just a small reaction of his.

"I want to know if they are soft, like they look." I continued.

"Is that your way of asking to kiss me?"

"I guess." I shrugged. "Honestly, I'm more into knowing if they are soft or not. Kissing you is just a bonus." I was teasing of course.

Over the past week I have gotten to know Jon Snow well. It's not like we are always together, but when we are it's easy to talk to him. He asks me questions and I answer them. I ask about his life and he answers. He even mentioned a marriage with Colette, Clementia in this world, and Robb Stark, Jon Snow's half-brother.

"Maybe sometime you'll get your answer to your silly question. Right now, you'll just have to wait."

"That's no fun." I pouted and he grinned.

"Sorry, My Lady…but you are fun to tease."

Oh, so we're playing that game, Snow?

We finally made it to the top. Walking around, we finally found Jon's uncle. He went up to his uncle and hugged him. His uncle returned the hug with a huge smile on his face.

"I wanted to be here when you saw it for the first time." Benjen said to Jon, patted his back.

Jon looked out over the wall. He turned to me and held out his hand. I took it and slowly moved to look as well.

My head started to get dizzy when I saw how high I was. Everything was so far and I was not a fan of this.

"I'm leaving this morning."

"You're leaving?"

"I'm the First Ranger. My job is out there. There have been disturbing reports."

"What kind of reports?"

"The kind a lady shouldn't hear." He turned his gaze over to me and I looked down. "Also the kind I don't want to believe."

"I'm ready. I won't let you down."

"You're not going." He looked over to his nephew. "You're no ranger, Jon."

"But I'm better than every-…"

"Better than no one! Here a man gets what he earns, when he earns it." I tried my best to not listen, but I couldn't help it. I was right there. "We'll speak when I return." Benjen touched Jon's shoulder and started to walk away from us. "By the way, Jon."

Jon turned around to look at his Uncle. "What?"

"Don't be reckless." I could feel his gaze right on my back. "Be a good man. The kind of man your father would be proud of."

I heard his footsteps disappear and now it was Jon and I alone.

I turned my head to face Jon and he didn't look too happy. I think his face was just naturally that way.

"He was meaning about us, wasn't he?" I finally asked.

"I think so." He answered without hesitation.

I sighed and stood in front of Snow. "I'll be leaving in three weeks. He won't have to worry about us because there won't be us."

"What are you saying?" His voice sounded like I just stuck a knife in his heart and twisted it.

"Well, why would there be us? You'll be taking your vows soon. In the vows you say…I shall take no wife, hold no lands, and father no children." I held up my hands, pointing to myself. "I have no future with you. I travel and you'll be here." I could feel my voice starting to shake, finally realizing that he has grown on me. "You're a good man, Jon. I like you, a lot. But there is no future with me."

"There is a future with you. I will vow to take no wife and father no children. It doesn't say I can't love a woman. It doesn't say I can't have you." He got really close to me. His warm breath felt nice on my freezing face. "Clementia is marrying my brother and she is staying at Winterfell. Why can't you stay here with me?"

"Women don't belong here, Snow." I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek. No, please no.

"I'm not letting you leave, knowing that you have the same feeling as I do for you."

"Don't say it." I warned him and took a step back. "I'm not the girl for you, Jon. I'm not her."

"You are, you just think you're not." He took a step closer.

My back finally met the carved out wall. My eyes looked down to his lips, his soft looking lips.

"You wanted to know if I had soft lips, correct?" He paused to let me answer. I answered with a nod. "Then find out."

He crushed his lips to mine and that was all I could remember before I felt him back away. I lost track of time. He was breathing hard like me. My face was flushed, but due to the cold bit of the weather it looked like I was just cold.

I felt my lips. They felt slightly puffy and tender. His lips were soft, warm, and moist. I wanted more and he knew it.

"If we continue this, I must warn you…I like to take control." I told him and he smiled at me.

"Maybe that's what I need, a woman to control me."

I took his chin in my hand, making him come closer to my face. "I mean it. I'll make sure that mouth of yours is thoroughly fucked by me." I removed my hand from his chin.

Jon huffed out and I knew he was turned on. Good, I like my men crazy for me.

"I'm a…" He cleared his throat.

"Virgin? Oh I know you are." I smiled up at him and kissed his nose. "I'm not though. I hope you're okay with that…"

"I'm not okay with that because I want to be your first." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You'll be my first in this world?" I shrugged and it made him smile a toothy smile.

"I guess I can live with that."

Clementia's POV

"So, you're meaning to tell me that your name isn't Clementia?" Robb asked when I was done explaining to him why I had to lie about my name.

We were alone in our- his bedroom. I was sitting next to him on the bed.

"It's my new name. Like I said, I wasn't allowed to give away my name to people in this world. So we made up new names and Clementia is the name I chose." I smiled a bit. "There's a saying that when you choose a name, you try to have it similar to your old name. The only similarity the names have, they start with a C."

"Colette, that's your real name?" He asked.

I nodded. "Honestly, I don't know the main reason that we had to choose different names. I'm still the same person…"

Robb took my hand into his. "I wish you would have told me sooner."

"I'm sorry. I was meaning to, but every time I would it felt like bad timing."

"No matter what mood I am in, you can tell me anything." Robb promised and leaned over, kissing me on my cheek. "So, do I call you Colette now?"

"I think it would be wise to just call me Clementia." I answered.

"I like the name Colette better." His smile made me feel so much better.

"I do too, but I don't want to take chances on that."

I moved so I was straddling his lap, facing him. His hands were on my hips, occasionally rubbing his thumb over them.

"You're not mad at me, right?" I asked, placing my forehead on his.

He closed his eyes before answering. "No. I understand your reasons." There was a pause. "Although, I can't help but wonder if you have any more secrets from me."

I frowned at his words. "I don't think I have any secrets…" I thought for a moment. "Ask me any questions and I will answer. No lies. No tricks. Just truth."

Robb smiled and quickly flipped us over so he was on top of me. My hair spread out over the bed. My legs were wrapped around him and my hands were pinned above my head.

"Why must I love you so dearly? Why must you steal my heart and expect me to trust you so easily?" He asked me and my face saddened.

"I took your heart because you took mine. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth?" I saw his lip twitch into a smile. "I don't expect you to trust me so quickly. Just know that I have fallen off a high cliff and I am waiting for you to be there at the bottom to catch me."

"Is that what you want?"

I nodded. "I want you to never leave my side." I started to recall my conversation with Nick. "However, I am needed in Grassborne. The council will need to speak with me about this, about us."

He released my hands and I freely wrapped my arms over him. "When shall you return?" He asked.

"Soon. Maybe two weeks." I ran a hand over his cheek. "Your mother won't be back until close to two months. That's enough time for us to plan our wedding."

"What will I do when you are gone? You calm me when I am stressed. I can't do this without you."

I placed my lips on his, softly kissing him. "Then remember me. Remember our delicate kisses. Remember my touch and the spark that happens."

"Remembering is all I'll have when I could have the real you." He pouted.

"Are you pouting, Stark?" I teased.

"I am." He replied. "What's your last name? The name you were born with, if you don't mind me asking."

"My full name Is Colette Jane Allen. My mother's name is Jessica Jane Brown. She remarried when my father…wasn't there anymore." I looked away from his face. "My father's name is Andrew James Allen. My step father's name is Darren Lee Brown."

He never took his eyes off of me. Not once when I was speaking to him. I couldn't look at him. I felt embarrassed when I spoke of my family. They didn't love me.

I felt him move and then his lips were on my neck. He was kissing my neck in a loving and soothing way. He wasn't trying to turn me on, just soothe me. It was working.

"You don't need to speak of them anymore unless you want to." He said against my neck.

"Well, you wanted to know more about me."

Robb pulled away and looked down at me. My eyes gazed up at him and I wondered what he was thinking.

"Speak about yourself when you want to." He insisted more and I smiled.

"If that's what you want, Stark."

"Colette Jane Stark." He said my would be name if I married, liking the sound of it. "My wife would have such a beautiful name."

"She would. She would be so lucky to marry you and have a dozen of kids. Although Clementia Stark sounds pretty too."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "A dozen?!"

I nodded. "Sorry, looks like you'll be stuck in bed all the time. You won't have time to work or do much of anything since you'll be busy…making babies."

Robb laughed and shook his head. "If that's what my would be wife wants, then I will."