Hello Everyone! Thank you again for waiting for my updates. The Freshmen have all moved in and training is officially over. Classes start tomorrow, but after I get into the swing of things updates should be coming out almost everyday. I am so surprised by how kind everyone had been in regards to my story. When I conclude this one, I know for a fact that I will continue my career on fanfic! I am thinking of going through the story and adding more details and stuff. I will let you all know when I do so, so you can reread it and catch up on anything you may have missed. Please continue to review. My goal is to reach 400 reviews by the end of this next week. I am planning on a long chapter so get ready! JTELL ME HOW YOU THINK JON SHOULD TELL HER HE LOVES HER! Also yes i meant for this to be different from the show
"Lilly." He repeated. She pulled herself up to lean against her elbows. He ran his eyes over her, not truly believing she was there. The Gods truly were cruel for sending this illusion. She looked so beautiful, flawlessly sprawled out against the snow. Her hair was disheveled, her icy eyes wide with surprise. Her full pink lips turning up at the corners, she had begun biting them. The illusion was distracted by something. She wasn't string at the sword. She was staring at the muscles in his arm that he was using to hold up the sword.
"Yes Jon." She said nodding her head, still eying him. "It's me."
He was still skeptical, and she could see this. This was too good to be true. After the past few weeks, Jon had learned not to get his hopes up. He looked as if he was fighting with himself.
"I'm real." She whispered, reaching her hand out towards him. "I swear it."
He tentatively reached out and touched her. She felt real. Her skin was cold like he remembered. At this point she had pulled herself up onto her knees. She began to kiss his palm, softly and slowly. He closed his eyes, the bliss he was felt was overwhelming.
"I missed you." She whispered, her voice laced with a deeper meaning. When he met her eyes he could tell what she wanted. She wanted him. He had seen that look in her eyes every time she snuck into his tent in Robbs camp. He had turned up the corners of his mouth into a smile and stroked her cheek, leading his hand down to her bottom lip. He began to rub his thumb across it and her eyes fluttered closed. He looked closely at her loose clothes and realized they were his. She was drowning in them, he had no idea how someone hadn't noticed her sooner. But he couldn't deny he still wanted her. She looked so beautiful on her knees in front of him, leaning into his hand while wearing his oversized shirt.
He wanted her. So badly. He could feel his possessive side begin to dominate his rational side. She was his, and he wanted to show her-
No. No. No! Mormont told him what would happen if she became pregnant. She would be torn to pieces by their own child. He would never touch her again if that meant he could have her with him for the rest of his days. She could sense his hesitation and Jon could see the hurt begin to cloud her eyes.
"What's wrong?" She questioned.
He opened his mouth and closed it. He was having an extremely difficult time concentrating. She watched as his eyes ran up and down her body.
"We can't." He said trying to convince himself more than anyone. He was losing this battle with her, and with himself. She saw this as well, and a seductive smile began to spread across her face.
"Yes we can." She replied, staring into his eyes. She was looking at him from her knees as she began to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. Each button she popped open revealed more and more ivory skin. Jon grabbed both her hands in one of his, halting her efforts. The fabric lay dangerously close to revealing everything.
"What? You want to do it right here in the muck then?" He asked sarcastically. What he didn't expect was her to nod her head yes, as she stood slowly. She was so small, barley reaching his shoulder. She stared up at him with a dazed look in her eyes. Lilly gave him a shove so he landed on the forest floor.
"What are you doing?" He sighed.
She shrugged the rest of the shirt from her creamy shoulders before moving slowly towards his space on the ground. Jon could not move his eyes away from her, unable to help looking her up and down. It had been far too long since he had looked at her, never mind held her in his arms. Quickly, he made up his mind. He would allow himself this, but he would not release inside her. His eyes found hers. Her little feet came to rest on either side of his thighs, quickly pulling off the loose pants she wore.
Jon ran his hands slowly up her calves to her thighs as she sank down until she came to rest astride him. Her knees on either side of his hips. He was already hard for her, so she knew that it wasn't her he didn't want. He knew that she could feel it through his trousers from the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she shifted her hips against him.
Jon then realized she was completely naked and vulnerable in his arms. He let his hands travel further, slipping over her smooth thighs, his thumbs slowly massaging against her soft skin. Her own hands travelled up his arms, mimicking the action of his thumbs when she reached his shoulders. He had missed her so much. He knew that these feelings couldn't be natural or healthy. He depended on her, more than she would ever know. He slipped his hands up to her hips, pulling her closer against him and eliciting a gasp from her slightly parted lips.
"This actually isn't so bad." He whispered, moving his hands slowly up her back, which arched under his touch. He pushed her long hair away from her shoulders, and peppered kissed along the bite mark on her shoulder. He growled at her whenever she tried to pull away, gripping her hip painfully tight.
"I missed you" She whimpered in his ear, her soft voice not doing much to calm his all-consuming need to ravish her and sink his teeth back into her shoulder. He wanted to mark her again. On her shoulder, on her thighs. He moved his face down to her chest and teased one of her buds between his teeth, and she moaned softly gripping fist fulls of his furs.
"Show me," he growled against her skin, nipping his way up the valley of her breasts until he could bite into the sensitive skin of her neck once more. Lilly lifted her hips slightly, her hands leaving his shoulders and slipping slowly down over his chest and lower towards his stomach. She untied his pants, and his length twitched as her tiny hand touched him. He was shaking and growling in her ear as she guided him inside her. She exhaled deeply as she sank down onto the length of him, and he allowed his hands to grip her hair. Lilly tilted her head back as she began to slowly rock back and forth, her hands resting on his chest as his came to her hips to guide her movements.
Jon gripped her hips to try and keep her pace slow. Not only did he want to savor this, it would be easier to remove himself from her when everything became too much. But each time she rocked against him his self-control slipped further and further away. Her head tilted back even further as they continued, irresistibly low moans leaving her beautiful lips. Her fingers gripped at his black curls in response, her head lifting back up. He pulled his own back, their eyes meeting with a frightening intensity. She was coming undone in his arms.
"Please Jon." She whined.
Her lips had found his, as her thighs twitched around him. She was already so close, and he was glad of it because he didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
One of his hands came up to fist in the hair at the base of her neck, their kiss becoming more furious, her hips rocking that little bit faster. His other hand he slipped between them. The way that always made her body shake and writhe. The way that had desperate, wanton little cries leaving her mouth. The way that always made her utter his name pleadingly as he brought her closer and closer to her release. Her thighs clenched tighter around him, her lips pulling back from his. Each gasp for air was accompanied by a cry of anticipation.
He was getting close. He knew that if he kept thrusting inside her, his seed would travel up into her womb. He tried to sit still to calm the tightening in his lower stomach, but she whimpered and ground her hips into him harder. She was trying to make up for the friction he had stopped providing. He had frozen and she was using him for her pleasure. He was deep inside her, barley exiting each time she lifted herself. The thrusts were short and shallow, and served only one purpose. She wanted him to stay deep inside her. His cock had begun to throb, and all he could think of was spending within her. She kept mumbling please against the column of his throat.
He was trying to come to his senses to remove himself, but she had distracted him by biting into his neck. The distraction worked. He growled and flipped her onto her back and began to thrust roughly into her. Fuck caution. She was his and he needed to mark his mate. He would put his pup in her belly, that way everyone could see she was his. This animalistic need nearly drove him over the edge.
It appeared that was enough for Lilly however, a strangled cry left her lips before she gasped out his name. She was trembling, but he kept thrusting into her. She was panting against his shoulder, and his own breathing was coming sharply as he took her in the snow. Little tremors were still running through her body, and she was still tightly clenched around him. Her legs wound tightly around his waist, so tightly that he could barely move in and out of her. She was biting into his shoulder as he spent within her.
When the spasming stopped, her head fell back into the snow. She looked at him with a daze in her eyes, her chest rising and falling in quick pants. The moment was so intimate he could have cried.
He rolled off her and tucked himself away again. She smiled widely at him, causing his serious expression to melt away.
"I truly have found myself a demon seductress." He sighed, smiling.
"I'm sorry my lord, I simply couldn't help myself." She whispered back. He laughed at her witty reply. She stood and began to pull the loose clothing back on.
"Where did you find these?" Jon asked, helping her adjust the sleeve.
"You left them in your rooms." She said. "I went inside because I missed you so. I was hoping to find something that smelt like you, but I found these clothes and an idea instead."
"How did you manage to go unnoticed all this time?" He asked yanking her closer against him.
"Men are idiots." She laughed. Jon growled at her. "What? I've been following you all this time and you didn't notice me once. None of these oafs did. I don't blame you. I am glad for men's short attentions spans or I would not be with you right now."
"You should not have come." He said smiling down at her, gently stroking her hair.
"And why not?" Lilly giggled, nipping at is lips. His face turned serious.
"These men are dangerous Lilly. They are starving, freezing to death. These types of things make a man desperate." He said. "These men are something to fear on the wall, beyond it is an entirely new ground. I fear that they will soon get their own ideas for what is right."
"My father is a good man and a strong leader. I would not fear this fate." She said.
"Your right." Jon sighed. "I worry far too much."
"You are correct in that Jon Snow." She said. "You are entirely too serious."
Jon scrunched up his face, confused at her comment. Too serious? He just liked to think about things logically, and the logical thing to do in this situation was to worry about her. She was one women surrounded by hundreds of men. She could be the ugliest toad that ever graced this earth, and the men would claw tooth and nail to get close to her. By the time he looked back at her to retort, she was smiling with an I-told-you-so gleam in her eye.
"We should run away." She said. "We are beyond the wall now. No one would notice if you slipped away, they would probably think we both were killed. We can be happy.
"Yes." Jon said smiling. "Soon."
Lilly POV
She had adjusted her mask and clothes so she resembled a young man before they began walking back to camp. Jon's fears also stuck in her mind. What if these men did decide to turn their backs on honor? It wouldn't surprise her. These were not the knights she used to read about in her books. These were criminals.
When they arrived back at the keep, Lilly followed Jon inside to were the men were talked to the elderly man she assumed was Craster. The sick man forced his daughters to marry him. Her father was sitting near him, writing wat she could only assume to be a raven. She wondered if he was writing to Ser Allister inquiring if she had arrived safely in Bear Island. She felt guilty for going behind his back.
But she knew her father would understand someday. She did this for love.
Love. This wasn't a word she used often. But she knew she loved Jon. She felt connected to him, like she couldn't survive without him. She wanted a future with him. To be married and have children. She knew her father would understand this choice someday. She was dawn out of her thoughts when the vile old man begun to speak.
"You have one son. Don't you Mormont?" The old man asked. Her father nodded. "I had my 99. You ever meet a man with 99 sons?"
"No." Her father replied. He seemed to be very uninterested, staring down at his writing. Probably not wanting to give Craster the satisfaction of thinking that he actually cared to listen to his nonsense.
"Do you have any daughters?" He asked her father.
"One." He said.
"She can't be any pretty if she looks anything like you." He shot at her father. She could see the old man was trying to provoke him.
"She is my pride and joy." Mormont said, turning his attention back to his writing. The corners of his lips were now turned up at the corner. Lilly felt her heart swell with pride. She didn't know she made her father so proud.
"I have more daughters than I can count." Craster said, trying to brag.
"I'm glad for you." Her father replied uninterested.
"No you're not." The old man snorted. "Me? I'll be glad when you and yours are gone."
"As soon as our starving are strong enough." He said.
"They're as strong as their gonna get." Craster said, as if it were obvious. "Let's dine then. You should cut their throats and be done with it. Or leave them if you don't have the stomach. And I'll do it me self."
Lilly had begun to lean unconsciously into Jon, whose grip on her forearm was bordering painful. He sensed the tension in the room beginning to grow. He couldn't possibly mean that he wanted to kill those who were starving. Her father would never allow that.
"Whose throat are you going to cut old man?" A particularly nasty looking brother said. She remembered his training from a few months ago. He was not a man she wanted to cross paths with.
"Go wait outside." Her father commanded, attempting to release some of the tension.
"It's cold outside." The man replied, cocking his head to the side. "And there's nothing to eat."
"My wives give you bread." Craster said, taking a sip of the wine they had gifted him.
"There's sawdust in the bread." Rast replied from the corner.
"If you don't like it, you can go out there and eat the snow." Craster said. He was taunting them. The old man had no idea what type of people he was angering.
"I'd rather eat what you've got hidden away." The other foul man said.
"I told you to wait outside." The Lord Commander said standing. He shoved the man towards the exit.
"He's sitting there, drinking his wine, eating his fill while we die." Rast said, getting irritated.
"I've given you crows enough." The old man snapped, standing up. "I've got to feed my women."
"So you've got a hidden stash then? How else do you make it through winter?" Rast had begun to advance on the old man.
"Enough! Out!" Her father shouted. He had shoved Rast towards the exit so that he was now behind him. Her father did not notice the other man circling Craster like a predator.
"I am a godly man." The old man said. He was trying to explain how he made it through winter. Lilly nearly scoffed. No amount of praying would give you enough food to feed this many people. The other men seemed to know this as well.
"You're a stingy bastard!" Rast snapped.
This seemed to be the straw that broke the horses back. Craster stormed towards the axe they had gifted him. He held it in his hands threateningly. He was eyeing everyone in the room with disdain.
"Bastard?" He repeats sarcastically. He was swinging the axe around like a mad man. "I'll chop off the hands of the next man who calls me bastard."
When everyone remained silent with down cast eyes, the old man lowered the axe. Lilly thought the worst was behind them, but she had no idea how wrong she could be. The man that had first spoke walked forward, his beady eyes staring right at the old man.
"You are a bastard. A daughter fucking, wildling bastard." He pronounced every word, to ensure the insult sunk in. The old man lunged for him, but the younger man was quicker. He had a tiny knife ready, which he used to slit the old man's throat. Lilly nearly vomited as she watched him chock on his own blood. At that point Jon had drawn his sword, and was ready to jump into action at any moment.
The man grabbed one of Craster's daughter by the throat and shoved her down onto a wooden bench. He held the knife up to her throat as a warning.
"Now you'll go get the food, or you'll have the same as he did." He said gesturing to the now dead man on the floor.
"Unhand her!" Her father yelled, drawing his sword. "I shall have your head for this-"
Her father's words were cut short. Lilly watched in horror as Rast drew his sword and stabbed her beloved father in the back. The men loyal to her father sprang into action, attacking those who followed in the mutiny. Her father's first widened in pain, then narrowed in anger. He had turned to Rast and began to chock him. Lilly smiled in relief. The bastard was chocking. He deserved it.
Lilly's worst nightmare became true however, when she watched as her father faltered. He began coughing. Coughing up blood.
"Father!" Lilly yelled and yanked her way out of Jon's arms and rushed to her father's aid. She pulled off her mask, and knelt beside him.
"Lilly-" He tried, but began to cough again.
"You're going to be okay." She whimpered. She didn't know what she could do to save him. The chaos around her did nothing to help. Men were dying, women were screaming. She gripped his gloved hand and searched for something to help her.
"Listen to me." He said weakly. "You must forgive me."
"No, father, there is nothing-"
"Please Lilly. You must stay good." He wheezed. "Kind. Promise me."
"Stop this." She cried, the tears now running freely down her face. "You're going to be fine."
"Promise me." He whispered urgently.
"I promise." She whispered. "I love you."
"I love you to-"
Her father's last words were interrupted by a man yanking her up by the hair. He yanked her head back so she was pressed up against him with her neck exposed. From what she could tell, the men who were loyal to her father had fled. She didn't blame them. There were far more bad men in the Nights Watch then good. She didn't see Jon.
"Look what we have here!" He yelled out, making all the mutineers aware of her presence. Her eyes continued to search for Jon. Was he dead? Did he leave her? Her eyes found her father on the floor. He was barely breathing.
"Finish him off." The man said, gesturing to her father. She began to struggle at that point.
"No!" She yelled. The man pressed the knife harder against her neck.
"I'll slit your pretty throat if you keep struggling." Lilly was forced to watch on as Rast approached her injured father, and press a knife against his neck. Her tears were running down her face, as she watch the disgusting animal slit his throat, killing him. The scream of pain that tore through her lips could rival any battle cry.
Something caused the man to let her go, and she fell to her knees screaming for her father. When her knees hit the ground, the earth cracked and shook. She was angry. So angry. She was on her feet and making her way towards the beast who killed him.
Jon POV
He had hit the man who was holding Lilly over the head. Jon had been fighting a man outside when he heard her scream. He was relieved when he saw she was alright, but saw what had caused her scream of pain. The Lord Commander lay in a pool of his own blood. Dead. The ground had begun to shake, he could hear the tree's cracking outside. This was her. The shutters had started to shake. Jon peeked out the window. Masses of snow were tumbling down the mountains and toward the small keep they were in right now. She was calling on some type of storm in her agony. Her eyes were glowing that unnatural, terrifying blue again.
Before he could stop her, Lilly was already moving towards Rast. Many of the men were fleeing, him being one of them. She froze his boots to the ground with a flick of her wrist. He tried to swing at her, but she easily dodged out of the way. Lilly gripped the man's throat, and Jon watched in horror as she froze him. He watched as she sucked the life out of him. Rast had turned into a pale blue corpse within seconds.
"Lilly!" He called out.
Her eyes snapped up to his. She looked near dead inside.
"Lilly." He said again, more softly this time. Lilly's eyes flickered to him, then back to the corpse that used to be Rast. She looked down at her hands and began to shake her head wildly. It only took Jon a few seconds to pull her into a hug.
"I didn't mean to." She sobbed into his chest. "I didn't know I-I could do that, Jon I swear it was an accident-"
"Hush now." He comforted. "I know."
"My father-" She began but her voice cracked. The reality of the situation had come crashing down on her. Jon respected the Lord Commander. He was a good man. Jon felt his loss deeply, but it was nothing compared to how Lilly felt. He could feel her agony in the bond they shared.
"I know." He repeated. "But he must go. A storm or worse is coming down on this place. Can you stop it?"
"I don't even know how to turn on the snows, never mind turn them off." She said shaking her head. Jon nodded pulling her back against him. He stroked her hair soothingly, while trying to come up with a plan. They needed to leave. An avalanche was coming.
Jon held Lilly by the hand and led her to were the horses were being kept. He hoisted her by her hips astride the horse, and swung on after her. He began to urge the horse on away from the keep.
They rode hard, Lilly clang to his waist with her face buried in-between his shoulder blades. The cold winds were chapping his cheeks and making his eyes water. The ice storm was approaching them and quickly. Shards of ice were beginning to rain down around them. A shard struck particularly close to the horse's hooves, startling. It went back on its hind legs, causing Lilly to tumble to the ground. Only moments after, another struck causing Jon to tumble after her.
"You have to ride him out of here." Jon yelled over the storms.
"No!" Lilly yelled, shaking her head and clinging to him.
"He's not fast enough. He can't carry us both. Go!" Jon yelled pointed at the horse.
"No! I won't leave you." Lilly replied shaking her head adamantly.
"We don't have a choice." Jon replied, touching her face gently. He would sacrifice himself for her. Always. But before he had the chance to tell her she had slapped the horse on the rear, causing it to run.
"Run! Go!" She called after it. Jon went to go after it, but he knew at this point it wouldn't matter. Jon looked angry, as if he was about to chastise her.
"I don't want to spend our last moments running." She explained to him. He understood. She wanted to spend their last moments holding each other. He pulled her into his arms, and gently kissed the top of her head. She was staring at their incoming doom, with frightened tears running down her cheeks. He gripped her chin, turning her face towards his.
"Don't look. Look at me." He whispered. "Just me."
She leaned up on her toes, and they kissed. They kissed each other senseless. To the point that nothing else mattered. Only them. There was no pain when the snows engulfed them.
Night King POV
He felt her pain. It was raw and angry. Her pain had made her powerful. Even if it was only just for a moment. He saw how the storm gathered south of his location. He knew it was much too far south for a storm that large to occur naturally. He had felt the temperature drop, the lakes freeze, and the plants die. She was most likely alone and terrified of herself. That blast would have killed everything around her.
Every friend she was traveling with must have been dead.
She had nothing to fear though. By unleashing such raw power, she had hinted to him exactly where she was.
And he was coming to find her.
The last scene was based after the last scene in Pompeii. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! Please review! My goal is to have 400 reviews by the end on the week. I also want to hear your suggestions on how the story should progress from here. Should Lilly become pregnant? Should the wildings find them? I haven't decided yet. I will use whoever gives me the best suggestion in the story! Also 5 random people who review will be picked to ask any question they want! It can be a spoiler or anything. Please keep reading! Thank you all so much, I am so grateful. I may be struggling personally, but writing gets my mind off things and you all have supported me so much.