Sansa saw little Jon running at full pelt through the trees, he wasn't laughing, he wasn't larking. Then she heard the hounds. No! She bound after him, she got level with him moving through the trees, the boy tripped and fell on his front with an oof. He dug into the dirt as he scrambled up to keep running.

"Come on, lady!" He ran in a new direction, through thicker trees. There was a glow ahead of them, it was warm. But it could be anything, a threat holding a torch with pitch.

She protested about going towards it. Might be danger, Jon! "Woaw woaw woooooo!" You're a wolf, you idiot.

"Yeah I see it, let's go." Her little Jon was adamant to get to it.

"Woooaw wooo!" No Noooo. She pleaded, and it coaxed him to go faster towards the bright light source. It didn't get any closer, and they were tiring, well the boy was, she on the other hand- or paw, could, but she didn't want to go to the light. It resembled fire, and they were in a forest, surrounded by flammable trees. She stared at it with her night vision, it loomed large and ready to consume them all.

Wolf!Sansa looked back at Jon. Gone. Crap- Where was he? Her dream had dissolved him. She circled, dizzying herself. "Wooooo."

"Aaaarrggghhhh!"

Sansa charged back in panic, sniffing wildly. She was probably galloping like a horse in desperation to be with him. She was nearing the starting point of her dream, and still no sign of the little boy."JOOOOON!" It came out as an aggressive yelp, but she was using a wolf's mouth, so it was a literal anguish ridden howl. She dashed through the forest of darkness, until she came to the clearing she normally found young Jon at the beginning of their adventures. He wasn't there, so she sniffed, that was all she could do. This was taking too long, she was wandering through wilderness and not a trace of him remained."JOOOON?! " She recalled an earlier dream with her younger brother, try him. "BRAAN?!"

'Saaansaaa!'

Oh my gods. She ran in a new direction, she yelped as twigs caught her ears, as she proceeded rapidly through the undergrowth and low level branches. She saw someone and skidded, and moved at it. "BRAN!" Woooow. He wasn't facing her, he was stooped over something, on approach she saw another boy on the ground, covered in cuts and welts- they'd been attacked, and they appeared lifeless. She smelled the blood and... musk."NOOOOOO!"

Sansa woke up drenched in sweat, panting like a wolf. She rolled her eyes to gather herself, as she mopped the sweat from her brow with the sleeve of her nightie. Upon inspection, she found she was the only one in bed, and it was the middle of the night. She lurched at the revelation. What the..? The bed was cold next to her."Jon?"

No response. The Queen swung her legs over the side rapidly, and searched for her chamber shoes. She slipped into them – but had to cock her leg up to get her heels into the damn things. Sansa lit her bedside candle, and took a gander into the other chamber, before venturing into the castle. She moved at a quick pace to keep warm, and to hopefully find her husband quicker.

Sansa walked into the main hall, it was eerie at night; no servants, and the candelabras weren't lit, so the stones were cast with a deathly blue light from the moon. The only warm light came from her lonesome candle, and her shadow moved across the wall in the opposite direction to where she was walking. It frightened her, it was like seeing her mother's ghost. Finally she saw some signs of life, and she got a tiny bit excited, until she made out a guard pacing in the corridor outside the main hall. "Your grace." He bobbed his head. She noted he held a spear, and indoors- she gave it a shrewd glance. "Just in case, your grace." He added, noticing her interest, and she smiled grimly.

She stalled, not sure whether to ask a guard about the whereabouts of her husband. Surely a Queen would know where the King was at this hour? She left the guard to his duties and moved down the hall, she caught a gleam of something low down, she froze and let out a murmur of surprise. She brought her candle up closer to it, and it was moving towards her, two red orbs. Ghost gracefully trotted towards her.

"Hello sweetling."She cooed as he smiled up at her. It wasn't really a smile, but a pant- but the fact he had chosen to open his mouth upon her speaking, told her it was a friendly gesture. Sansa scratched behind his furry white ears, before making a request. "Where's Jon?- Show me Jon." He turned away from her and trotted past her, and she hoped he understood. The Queen followed regardless, though he could have been just been going back to bed.

Sansa was going back up the hall, towards the guard- they smiled at her and the wolf as they dithered past. It was probably obvious now she was looking for someone. She was back in the main hall, walking between the long tables. Catelyn's ghost wandered past again, and Ghost veered off to the side, to a side entrance. Sansa prospered, but Ghost sat in front of it. And now it ends. She spotted a small trace of light coming under the door, and proceeded through it. Looking back, she noted Ghost was remaining where he was. This told her he was forbidden to go in this area, they were close to the kitchens after all. The corridor she was in she hardly used, it was for servants. The warm light she saw was coming from the doorway at the bottom- it was ominous and reminded her of her dream. But in this case, she felt compelled to go towards it. Sansa got to the gap in the door and peered in, not even bothering to open it further. She immediately saw her Jon's profile, wearing his Stark fur coat in a store cupboard browsing the shelves. She made herself known by creaking the door, and he glanced over without turning himself fully.

"Oh." His eyes regarded her warmly but briefly, before he returned his attention back to the shelves, he was obviously more interested in the food.

The young Queen walked between the worktops, finding a place for her candle. "Bit peckish are we?" She uttered, nearing the entrance to the pantry, the draft from it caught her hair and lifted it away from her face. "There must be a relatively large gap in here, a little too much ventilation."

"It's supposed to be like that." He commented, fiddling with stuff disdainfully. "Who do I have to kill to get something sweet?" There wasn't anything he desired, apart from the onions, but he seemed to be avoiding them for some reason. "Do they hide it all?"

"Yes." She said simply. "The keeper puts the valuable stuff in the locked pantry...I'm surprised they didn't take the cheese with them."Upon pointing at the cheese he had clearly missed, he reached for it. "I wouldn't say that's best for this time of night." She spied a burlap of apples, and snared one- and held it out for him to take. "Here."

His face inclined out of the darkness, he looked grateful. His callous hand sort her hand, the one that cupped the apple for him. Jon laid his hand over the top of her porcelain skin and navigated the fruit to his mouth with her hand. His eyes locked with hers as he bared his teeth. Chomp. Sansa blinked at the vibration she felt through her hand through the apple. Erm. Her husband drew back, crunching, looking absolutely lethal. Who'd have thought someone could look dangerous eating an apple?

Anyway. She drew back, nervously chuckling to herself, still clutching the apple. "Not much else here." She noticed his candle was low. "How long have you been in here?"

He was sucking the apple remnants from around his teeth under his lips. "Just a...minute or two...I've only just got up."

"Me too." Sansa remained firm in the doorway, the room was small- and she always had an eerie feeling she was going to be shut in.

She could make out a grimace on his face. "Sorry...you must have heard me leave."

"No, I had a nightmare." She waved to dismiss his apology.

"And you were seeking comfort, were you?" Her husband turned around fully then and moved towards her side of the cupboard, a fairly innocent smile played on his face. "Bless you."

Oh. Sansa saw he had only his cropped braies on his legs underneath his Stark cloak, so the leather straps were going across bare toned chest. It was an odd look- but very...captivating. "Erm...You..." She had been staring at him, but pointed at the shelves to make it appear she was going to say something unrelated, but he followed her actual gaze, and shrugged.

"Couldn't be bothered." He said, then gave her a calculating once over. "That nightie is really see-through."

What?! Sansa glanced down, her hands coming up ready to cover herself. No it wasn't.

"Ha, made you look."

She huffed, and slapped the side of his pelts hard.

"Careful, you made this."

"And I can unmake it." She bartered smirking, and she forgot herself and bit into the apple, right next to his bite crater. "My best work, you look like a proper stark, an inspiring sight..." She swallowed and finally noticed that it was his apple. "Anyhow-what would you be without my special skills?"

He stared smugly at the fruit as if it were a binding contract. "Impotent."

The Queen gaped and slapped his coat again. "Don't be so crude!"

"You were being crude." Jon chimed, and she didn't understand.

"How was I being crude?"

His smile was fleeting, a dark look came to his eye. "You were devouring me."

"-Huh?"

"-With your eyes."

"I was not!" It was too late to spare her blushes, she backtracked, the room was poorly lit, so maybe he didn't notice. "Well...Anyone would take notice of such a peculiar sight, you look ridiculous."

"You said inspiring a second ago." He was creeping into her personal space. She had one rule.

"I meant the cloak." She said with a condescending tone, and she spun around whipping him with her hair to leave him to glower. There was a noise she assumed was someone moving furniture upstairs, but when she looked around to query, Sansa discovered it was her husband growling in his throat. She must have felt the cold, her nipples had hardened again."Yes...I know...you're a dog." She maintained the condescending tone, and she abandoned the pantry. "I might make the pantry your new kennel, if you don't behave." Further internal growling, and she closed her mouth at the heart rending sound and sight. Those eyes of his. She was walking right into something that could lead to...a trip into darkness. When she humoured him, he got randy, when she angered him, he got randy. Perhaps she should burst out crying, just to see if that made him randy? "That's not an invitation for naughtiness."

Jon's arms were up out of the cloak, he was resting his hands on the top of the pantry door frame, leaning lazily, but all the muscles on display were flexing, and she had the audacity to look and devour. He knew what he was doing, what a swine. Sansa felt a cuss word coming on, but huffed instead. "I shall leave you now to your gluttony." She chucked the apple towards him and he caught it just in time. The Queen exited the kitchen swiftly, forgetting her candle, and walking right into the darkness.

The corridor was cool, and her blushed cheeks welcomed it. How do men know so much about their bodies?- Do they just flex in front of the mirror all day, do they compare biceps with other men in the taverns? She heard rapid footfalls behind her, and turned with a gasp. "Don't do that!"

Jon stopped, his cloak settling in place. "I was just catching up." He rumbled, his behaviour normal again. "Here, hold this."

She didn't know what she was reaching out for, and grasped something solid and moist in her hand, it had a bit of weight to it. "What the..?"

"Don't get excited, it's a spiced sausage."

Her cheeks tinged with the shame of assuming the worst. Sansa could hardly see him in the dark, nor the sausage, and she doubted he could see her glaring at him. "Don't move quickly towards me, especially in the dark, and don't place... objects near me in the dark either." Something brushed at her leg. "No!" She gave him a fair warning.

"No?- No what?" She heard him retort, but the sound that followed was a snuffle of a direwolf. "Hey boy." Jon crooned, and that's when she realised Ghost had been at her heels and it was he who had brushed her leg. "Down, down, it's not for you." Her husband called, and she heard the tip tap of claws falling from a height, he'd been standing on his hind legs reaching for something. "Protect my sausage... and I'll guard the cheese." He muttered.

"Cheese?- Are you having a picnic?"

"Since you're awake, we are."

They shambled back through the hall, and up the main stairwell. Ghost was not far behind them, she heard his claws on the hard surface, they were comforting to hear. There were moments when she was not sure of a placement of a doorway, or if there was an extra step- she would stall, and Jon would bump into her. "Oh." And he lingered before he would back up and apologize. His chest was very warm against her back, and the final time he bumped her she got a crude image in her head. Not something she would talk about, nor write down.

A hand maiden and foot soldier meandered in the hall, they became aware they were in the wrong place, and in the presence of the royals in their night attire, they awkwardly dipped to them and excused themselves. "Err...Goodnight, your graces."

Their bedchambers were warm, someone had stoked their fire. She heard Jon order Ghost to stay outside, and he bolted the door, and Sansa took it upon herself to light all the candelabras. Eating so late at night, ridiculous! They would never get back to sleep. Jon marched past and threw down the wheel of cheese with a bang. "Careful." She could finally see Jon fully in the light of their chamber, in all his...bare chested glory. She snuffed out her candle lighter, then witnessed him hacking at the cheese with a knife, and failing to get a good cut. "Aren't you a master swordsman?" She taunted and then noticed something glaringly obvious. "Take the muslin off first, Jon."

The King sniggered. "Gods, what a mug I am." He said sheepishly, pulling the cloth off the cheese. He was still heavy handed with the knife, sawing at the wheel like it were bone. "Come on!" The table was squeaking with the effort- it reminded her of the bedding ritual she had the misfortune of hearing.

"Gently, people will hear!" She imagined people stopping in their tracks, or waking up to listen.

"Let them." He said gruffly. "Nearly...nearly." Squeak creak squeak creak. "I'm making a hash of this." Jon then made a strange grunting noise while sawing, and when Sansa wafted at him to shush him- he shot her a shrewd look. "What?...Oh." A lopsided smile slipped onto his features, and he took a breath and did a guttural noise, all the while squeaking the table.

She certainly wasn't expecting that. Sansa covered her mouth in angst, as if that would stop that infernal racket

"You might as well join in...let them know it's you and not a mistress." Jon was fairly subdued making this request, he had to gauge her reaction, he'd fucked up in the past being too playful. "Come on...give me your best moan." His voice had a persuasive and cheery lilt, but kept it devoid of sexual connotations.

Her face had become a radish behind her hand, she looked warily at the door. She wasn't the type to moan, not ever, at anything. It wasn't just not knowing what she sounded like, for she knew it would purely be an imitation, but actually opening her mouth and allowing such a noise to come out was embarrassing, and unqueenly. Her hand slipped from her face, and she chose not to look at him while making her first attempt. Jon stopped squeaking for a moment, eager to hear, that added a bit more pressure to her performance. "Ooooo." Terrible. It was a meek attempt at being sensual, it was half-hearted and devoid of any real enjoyment. It was more like she had spotted something nice on a market stall. Her face was still red with embarrassment. Never again! Then Jon laughed at her. Oh hush.

"Come on now, love, you can do better than that." He started jolting the table again. Probably to drown out her abysmal attempt at acting.

She was incredulous. She had tried. Sansa stared at the boards vibrating by his feet. "Mmmmh." She hummed with a very grimacy expression. When Jon shook his head, she finally snapped. "I don't know what you expect to hear! I can't do it, I'm rubbish at verbalizing enjoyment." There was nothing to enjoy.

"Look, just pretend you're eating the best lemon cake in all of Westeros with all the trimmings, vocalize the feeling you get when you eat it." Jon released the table with a thump. "Give it a go."

Sansa sighed reluctantly. She imagined eating, in fact, she began to mime eating a slice of cake. Tasty lemony cake, sweet and rich- "Oh gods!" She gasped. " Uh-Mmmmmhhhh..." She stretched it out with a long breathy murmur as if she was about to swallow a large piece. "Mmmmhh." She fake swallowed and rubbed her tummy. "That was so good." She said with mock out of breath disbelief. Her husband looked a little gormless, and her condescending voice returned. "How was that?"

"Seven hells, your love of lemon cake amazes me." He rasped, and he should have stopped there-"You must have been havin' a silent orgasm eating it off my belly."

Sansa felt her own belly do a somersault at the memory, but one word was lost on her. "Orgasm?"

"Yeah." Jon replied naturally, and the penny finally dropped when she didn't nod or agree. "Wait- you don't..?" Sansa was as blank as parchment, it endeared him. "Aw my lo-." But not for long. "That can't be right?- How'd you know about...without...but the sound you just made?" Jon collapsed into a chair. "Bloody hell."