8. Home – Phillip Phillips
Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm going to make this place your home
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He shushes her softly, and Sansa closes her eyes. The tent disappears. The sounds of the camp fade.
"Pretend we're home," he instructs, as she feels his hot breath against her thigh just above where her woolen stockings are held up by a satin ribbon.
It's incongruous, but it makes her feel pretty to have this bit of blue about her legs, and Jon doesn't laugh at her love for beautiful things. He loves beautiful things too, he tells her. He loves her, doesn't he and what could be more beautiful? He might mean her, but she thinks his love for her is the real thing of beauty.
She can shut out the demons when Jon speaks his love for her. They don't torment her when he is inside of her. Any place is home with Jon.
So she only has one request in return.
"Hold on to me."
"Always."