Note: Jon x Sansa, AU fic, tumblr prompt fill

Jon's never been a big talker. He's more action than words, which is why it's surprising while they're apart over summer break that he's such an enthusiastic sexter.

I've been thinking about being between your thighs all day. You taste so good.

The little grey bubble of text makes her cheeks flush. She thinks of all the spring nights in his apartment, when he made her come with his hands and mouth and dick, and she tries to think of something to say back, her finger hovering over the screen. But Sansa can't bring herself to type dirty things for her boyfriend to read late at night, when her parents are asleep two rooms over and Jon's in a bunk, home from the oil fields.

Thanks?

It doesn't seem to bother him though.

Thank you. And you're welcome. Call me in the morning, sweetheart, will ya?

He accepts her for who she is. Even if that means he's left holding an awkward one way conversation. She'll make it up to him—in the fall.