Author's Note: Can you please do the snoring prompt for Jon x Sansa: I didn't know you snored until a half hour ago but i'm staring at the ceiling fighting the urge to kick you
If anyone had asked him which Stark sibling was most likely to snore then pretty Sansa Stark would've been at the bottom of his list.
However, here he was at 2:29am desperately trying to sleep and Sansa was snoring so loudly it had driven Ghost from the room in a fit of whimpers.
Not only did she snore loudly, but she apparently slept like the dead and was impervious to pokes. He'd been poking at her arm for the last ten minutes with no discernible effect. She was still snoring and he was still wide awake.
He had the urge to kick her – and hard! But before he gave in to his baser desires, which would probably cause her to become angry with him, he sighed, grabbed his pillows and a spare blanket from the cupboard and went to join Ghost on the sofa.
"What are you doing sleeping out here?"
The question woke him up and he sat up disorientated for a moment. The heavy weight of Ghost was gone from the bottom of the sofa.
"What?" he asked dazedly.
"Why are you sleeping on the sofa?"
As his sleepiness rescinded, he glared up at Sansa and said accusingly, "Your snoring drove me out here!"
He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth as she coloured a painful red, bit her lip and looked away.
"Oh," she said in a small soft voice.
In his haste to get up, he tripped over his blankets and slid to the floor in an inelegant lump.
"Damn it!" he roared, irritated at his clumsiness at such a time.
He and Sansa had only been dating a couple of weeks and this was the first time she'd stayed over and he really didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.
Too late, he thought as she flinched at his yelling.
"Uh, yeah, I'm going to take a shower and…erm…go," she mumbled.
"No! Wait!" Jon said, getting to his feet. "I wasn't shouting at you"
She stopped walking so quickly towards the bathroom, turned back to face him but her eyes remained staring to the side of him.
He rubbed the back of his neck and said, "I didn't mind the snoring."
Sansa looked at him for the first time since he had mentioned it and asked eagerly, "Really?"
"Yeah," he said with a small smile. "It's kind of cute, but you need to tell me how to wake you up."
"Arya used to just kick me. Claimed it worked every time."
Huh, Jon thought.