Inspired by a few lines from Arcadia by Lana del Rey:

My chest, the Sierra Madre / My hips, every high and byway / That you trace with your fingertips like a Toyota / Run your hands over me like a Land Rover

It was hot under the blazing summer sun. Beads of sweat graced her sunscreen covered skin. She was happy with her bikini selection that day, it was one of her favorites because the top made her breasts look particularly amazing. Good. Time to turn up the seduction, Sansa thought, eyeing Jon Snow through her dark sunglasses. It was only fair. He had stripped off his pleasantly fitted shirt and jumped into the pool. When he got back out (of course while using his well-maintained muscular arms to lift himself from the pool side nearest to Sansa), she could see the rivulets of water running their course down his toned chest. It drew Sansa's eyes down, down, down to those ever sexual abdominal lines that suggestively angled from his hips toward his groin, disappearing behind his swim shorts. How badly she wanted to run her tongue along the trails of water on his skin. Calm down, you're getting way too turned on, she told herself and turned her attention to her own body. The girls look good, she thought, glancing down at her breasts before taking note of her long legs. And just prop this up a little, she decided, bringing her left knee up into a flattering angle just as Jon walked by. His eyes flitted toward her and she gave him a flirty smirk in response. She couldn't help but notice his smile matched hers as he passed her.

Sansa could feel the electricity between them. She had been feeling it for some time, really. After getting her masters down in King's Landing, she had finally moved back North, back near her family and oldest friends. Rent had skyrocketed in downtown White Harbor, where her new job was. So her brother Robb offered her a room to rent in his sizeable apartment until she gained her footing and found a place of her own. Upon seeing the way some of his friends looked at his little sister, the always protective Robb laid down the law, mandating that none of them were allowed to hook up or date her, at least while she lived under his roof. Sansa found this to be a rather unfortunate rule when she realized just how attracted she was to Robb's best friend Jon. An unfortunate rule that needed to be broken.

For a few months, she noticed how the innocently flirty little smiles they shared became more and more frequent. Same with their talks. Whether it was just the boys hanging out with Sansa present, football Sundays, or the monthly group dinners Sansa insisted they host, she and Jon would often find themselves in their own conversations, light talk or deep discussions. Out of Robb's friends, Jon was the one she gave her attention to, locked eyes with, shared playful smiles with, and gravitated toward. But Jon was the only one Robb didn't keep too close of an eye on. Robb trusted Jon the most and knew he was the respectful one. Is that why Jon has never tried to make any move on me? Sansa would think. She knew she wasn't making things up, something was there between them. Lately, it had been if they were made of magnets, always near each other, eyes skimming over bodies, subtle touches like a hand on an arm when they made each other laugh. Sansa decided it was finally time to really toe the line and just maybe - hopefully - cross it.

The apartment's rooftop pool deck was crowded, all of the lounge chairs were taken. Sansa had been lucky enough to come up there early and grab two for herself and her friend Margaery. There were a couple of good looking men making eyes at them all day. Sansa recognized them as the tenants from a few floors above them. It didn't matter, she only had eyes for Jon. It wasn't long before he was coming back in her direction.

"Pretend you're sleeping," Sansa whispered to Margaery.

"Yes ma'am," Margaery muttered back, barely moving her lips and remaining motionless as if she was asleep. She was all for Sansa and Jon getting together, often helping her pick out outfits that might entice Jon and showing Sansa all of the flirtatious looks she often used.

"Do you two need a drink or anything? There's still some of your White Claws in the ice chest," Jon asked, nodding toward the table the boys were able to snag on the other side of the pool. Sansa could almost feel his concentration straining to keep his eyes from raking over her body.

"No, I'm good, thank you. And I believe Margaery has dozed off on me. Which means I need to ask a favor of you," she smiled sweetly at him.

"Sure."

"Would you mind putting sunscreen on my back?" Sansa asked. "We've all seen just how fast my skin burns."

"Of course. We wouldn't want that now, would we?"

His voice had gotten deeper, an excited chill rushing through Sansa's body. She gracefully flipped over onto her stomach and moved her hair out of the way. She could feel the lounge sink beneath his weight as he sat next to her, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen from the little table between her and Margaery. Sansa could see the subtle upturned corners on Margaery's lips and she had to stifle her own little laugh at the absolute cheesiness of her tactics to tempt Jon. Sansa rested her chin on her hands and anticipated his touch on her bare skin. What she didn't prepare for was the sensual exhale she let out the moment his rough hands graced her skin.

"Sorry. Is the lotion cold?" Jon asked.

"Nope. Just feels good," Sansa ventured. She could feel him slightly shift next to her as he continued to rub in the lotion on her shoulders. He moved lower, his fingers reaching under the bikini strap resting across the middle of her back. Lower still, he massaged the sunscreen into the small of her back and Sansa let out a sigh. His fingers trailed along her sides and traced the edge of her bottoms. Goosebumps covered her arms despite the heat. The lotion had long been rubbed in but his strong hands still massaged. It wasn't until Robb's voice interrupted that Jon's hands flew off of her.

"How's it going over here?" her brother asked, Sansa recognizing his prying tone.

"Good. Just seeing if they needed a drink," Jon rushed out.

Suddenly, Margaery was dramatically stretching as if she was waking up. "Ah, Robb. Our dear Sansa has informed me that you think you can swim the fastest. I've been dying to prove you wrong. I'm sure you remember I was the best on the swim team in high school."

"You think you can beat me?" Robb asked incredulously, tearing his suspicious glare from whatever was going on with Sansa and Jon.

"Oh, I know I can," Margaery saucily answered.

"Let's do it." Robb swiftly turned toward the pool. Margaery gave Sansa a wink and followed him. Sansa couldn't help but let out a little laugh at her friend's attempt to distract her brother.

"So. Do you need any sunscreen on your back?" Sansa asked, looking back at Jon over her shoulder.

"I probably could use a reapplication," Jon smiled.

Once the sun began to set, they gathered their belongings and headed down to the apartment. After showering, Sansa went to work preparing her famous homemade pasta. A few more guests arrived for their monthly dinner. Drinks were made, food was scarfed down, and there was conversations and laughter filling the apartment. Sansa noticed Jon was often near her, their bodies grazing each other every now and then. She had a strong suspicion that these were not accidental (at least, her grazes weren't). While they all sat at the dining table, Jon dropped his napkin. As he reached for it, she could feel the whisper of his touch along the side of her bare leg under the table. She let out a heavy breath as she felt the thrill of it. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, catching his sexy smirk as he straightened back up in his chair. Their friends started to leave one by one until it was just Jon left, helping her and Robb clean up a bit.

"Alright, I think I've had a little too much alcohol for this. I'm gonna call it a night. You heading home, Snow?" Robb asked, putting a few more dishes in the sink.

"Yeah, figured I'd get going, it's late," Jon said as he rinsed off those dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. "Thanks for the pool time, had fun today. See you later, Stark." He clapped Robb on the shoulder and turned to Sansa, drawing her into a hug. "And your dinner was amazing," he said into her hair.

"Thanks," Sansa replied, half enjoying the hug as his arms wrapped around her, and half panicking because this was not how she expected the night to end. But then he was walking toward the door, opening it, and stepping out, Robb closing it behind him and locking it.

"Good night, Sans," her brother yawned and disappeared down the hallway that led to his bedroom. Hearing the distant sound of his door closing, she found herself alone. She looked back at the front door before letting out a disappointed sigh and trudging toward her room.

Not at all how this was supposed to go, she thought. Just one little kiss would have sufficed. Granted, Robb was always around. But still. I should have pulled Jon away while everyone was here and busy talking. Next time.

After washing her face, she undressed and hopped into bed, turning the tv on in hopes of distracting her enough from her horniness for Jon to fall asleep. Fifteen minutes later and it really wasn't working. She wanted him bad. And a whole day of half-naked and hands-on-skin anticipation was making it really hard. She would just have to take this into her own hands for the time being. Her hand grazed atop her breast and felt her nipple harden in want. It travelled lower across her belly, her fingertips just inching their way lower. Her phone vibrated next to her with a notification. She was tempted to ignore it and continue on to ease her blatant neediness but, just in case there had been an emergency, she picked it up.

It was a text. From Jon. 'Knock, knock.'

Jon wasn't one to tell random knock-knock jokes. And just after one split second of reading the message, a hopeful smile spread on her lips. She jumped out of bed, threw a robe on, and quietly rushed to the front door. Slowly unlocking the deadbolt so it wouldn't make a sound in the silent apartment, she pulled the door open inch by inch, wary of any creaking. And there was Jon. A shy, but so damn sexy, smile graced his face. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Sansa held up a finger and then pointed it toward his shoes. "Off," she mouthed. Once they were off, she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom, their feet light and quiet on the hardwood floor. Once in the safety of the room and her door locked, Sansa turned to him. "Hi."

"Hi. I don't know if I should have come back here. But I didn't want to leave. I've been down in my car, just waiting." Jon rubbed at the back of his neck. When he looked back up at her, Sansa could see that same want that she was feeling.

"Waiting for what?" she asked, moving closer to him.

"For Robb to hopefully fall asleep. I take it he has?"

"Seems like it." She was in front of him now, bringing her hand up and cupping his neck, her fingers reaching into his hair. "Why did you come back? Why did you not want to leave?" she whispered with her eyes locked on his and a teasing smile. His arm snaked around her waist and held her close to him.

"Because you've been driving me wild all day long, Sansa," he whispered back. "Fuck, you've been driving me wild for months. But today, today was different. You knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you?" he smirked.

"I may have had an inkling, yes," she smiled.

"Gods. Your smile, alone, does things to me."

Sansa's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. Every part of her was screaming for his touch on her skin. "I didn't want you to leave tonight, either. I need you, Jon."

He let out an eager breath that he seemed to be holding. Finally, their lips met in a hurried crush. Sansa found his to be absolutely perfect. His hands gripped her waist and she guided them toward her bed so that he sat at the edge. Without breaking their kiss, she climbed onto and straddled his lap. He held her close as their tongues seemed to dance together. She felt his hand on her bare thigh where her robe rode up, grazing up until his thumb hit her hip, and then his hand curved under and grasped just below her rear. A whiny little sound escaped her, begging for more. A coolness hit her lips as he started to trail his own to her neck. Her fingers weaved into his hair some more and her breathing became heavy as he kissed his way lower, his other hand cradling the back of her neck gently. Her hips began to rock, imperceptibly at first, but growing more rhythmic. Jon groaned against her neck as he felt it, his hands flying to her hips and helping her control her motions into a languid pace.

He kissed and licked down her chest where the robe did not cover, from her clavicle to the dip between her breasts. Sansa needed more. While she had specifically picked out the dress she wore to dinner because she liked imagining him stripping it off of her, the thin and silky black robe she currently was wearing was more than good enough. Reaching down, she tugged at the bow that held it closed at her waist. Jon quickly took the hint and untied it for her. He peeled it off her shoulders slowly and let it drop down her arms, exposing her from the waist up. He tore his mouth from her skin to take in the sight of her.

"Fuck. Sansa," he rasped out in a whisper.

"Touch me." It was both a plea and a command.

Starting at her hip, his fingers traced the curves of her waist and breast. Sansa's body shivered even while she felt aflame. They kept their eyes locked on one another as his hand cupped her breast. But when his thumb teased at her nipple and she let out a satisfied mewl, he hungrily reclaimed her lips.

Unable to keep his tongue from her salty flesh, his mouth trailed down once again, until it found her other breast. His tongue laving at her nipple, making Sansa arch her back and stifle louder moans. He took the other in his mouth. Her breathing was becoming more ragged.

"Is this what you needed?" he whispered against her skin.

"Yes," she breathed. Giving his hair a gentle tug to bring his lips to hers, she kissed him deeply and gave a nibble to his bottom lip. "Stand up," she said, getting to her feet and letting the robe drop to the floor.

His breath hitched at the sight of her and he seemed to forget how to move. Using her finger, Sansa lifted his chin and kissed him sweetly. "Stand up." He did as he was told. Sansa shed him of his shirt and took her turn running her mouth over his toned body. There was a spot just below his ear that he seemed to like very much, if the moan he made was any indication. She made a trail down his chest with her kisses and tongue. Her fingers went to work on his jeans, popping the button and unzipping them, grabbing the sides and tugging them down until he stepped out of them. Her lips continued down his stomach, licking at the lines his abs made, until she was kneeling in front of him. She used her palm to graze over the hardness his boxer briefs were concealing. He tried to control a bodily quiver but Sansa noticed and smiled. "I needed this too," she purred before drawing her tongue lightly over the material that covered it.

"Oh gods," Jon shuddered.

She slowly dragged the waistband down, freeing him and letting out her own eager moan at the sight of it. She took it in hand and leisurely licked the length of it, swiping the drop of cum from the tip. Jon's breathing was getting labored and she loved the sweet sounding gasp he made as she wrapped her lips around him and slid him in until his cock hit the back of her throat. His fingers entangled in her hair as he strained to stay quiet. Sansa hungrily bobbed up and down on him, loving the feel of him filling her mouth. She released him with an audible pop, another groan escaped him, and she looked up at him as she swirled her tongue around the head.

"Sansa," Jon was just barely able to murmur. She gave him a mischievous smile and quickly took him back in her mouth, sliding down even farther than before. It wasn't long before he was lifting her from him with a strangled laugh. "You're getting me too close and I'm not done with you yet," he said in a low, sexy growl. He took her hand and helped her up, kissing her. "Gods, I love your mouth," he rumbled against them. His hands slid from her waist down to her ass, gripping each cheek.

"And I love your cock," Sansa whispered against his ear.

Swiftly, Jon lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Turning to the bed, he laid her down. His hands roved across her body, riding each curve and dip. Sansa's panting was close to becoming dangerously loud moans and it took every bit of concentration she had left to keep it low. His mouth took to her breasts again, her back arching. He nipped lightly at her nipple and she bucked her pelvis toward him, demanding friction and touch. His hand slid further down, first down her thigh and then tantalizingly slow up the inner part of it. Finally, his fingertips lightly brushed along her slit, slick with wetness. "Mmmm, you're dripping wet," Jon breathed keenly. He swiped some with his fingers, brought it up to his mouth and sucked them clean with a low groan. "You taste so good, Sansa."

"Please," Sansa wantonly begged. Jon had a devilish smirk as he inched his way down her body until he was between her legs, spreading them more apart. He licked and kissed at the inside of her thighs, constantly getting close to her center but teasingly moving over it. Her hips started to buck again. He used his hand to ease her need, a finger along the slit, his thumb circling her clit, or his palm giving her the friction she was craving. Jolts and trembles wracked her body. While she still had the wherewithal, her hand blindly reached for the tv remote and she turned up the volume a few notches. It was getting incredibly hard to stay quiet and it was a miracle she hadn't cried out when he replaced his hand with a long, slow lick of his tongue. She reached and raked her fingers along his scalp while he starvingly lapped at her folds. The control over her louder moans was slipping now. She was using her hand to stifle the sounds, but when it got more intense, her hand would slip away to grip at her bedding. Suddenly, he pulled away, cool air hitting where his mouth had covered her.

"Bend over for me, Sansa." Gods, how she loved how he said her name. His hands were on her hips now and guiding her onto her hands and knees. He tenderly ran his hand along her back, putting a light pressure on her shoulders so she'd lay her head on the bed with her ass remaining in the air. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect," he whispered, affection mixed with unashamed want. He licked into her from behind, his tongue strong and deliberate. She couldn't help but let out a louder moan into the bed and found that it helped muffle it. He delved his tongue in and out, Sansa shuddering it as she felt herself slowly coming apart. Lewd noises came out of her mouth as well as from his sucking ministrations. A dizzying effect took over her as he flicked his tongue on her clit and sucked at it.

"Jon." It came out as a whimper as she lifted her head from the bedding.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, his hand now stroking at her lips and tickling at her nub.

"Yes." Another whimper she couldn't control.

"Do you want to cum for me?"

"Fuck. Yes."

And just like that, his mouth was back on her, her pleasure becoming increasingly more intense. Waves of fire seemed to be filling her. Curse words, moans, and the quietest screams she could manage were being released into the bed as his licks and sucks and fingers brought her closer. Finally, she lost all control, coming undone around his tongue with a shattering explosion that she swore made her vision fade to black for a moment. She collapsed flat on the bed while she rode out the shockwaves. Jon's lips placed gentle kisses along her ass cheek and up her spine to her neck, his fingers skimming the curves of her sides. Overwhelmed with pleasure but still needing all of him, she turned around to face him. She hooked a leg around him and brought him down on top of her. She kissed and licked at his glistening lips, tasting herself upon them. His cock rested against her entrance and Sansa deftly moved her hips, undulating and grinding against him. "I need you in me, Jon." She knew the desire in his eyes matched hers. He was moving himself on top of her, his length getting wet from her.

"I've wanted to feel your tightness stretched around me for so long," he breathed, rocking against her.

"Fuck me." It was plea mixed with command again and Jon made a strangled noise. Leaving her to reach for his discarded jeans, he dug into a pocket and pulled out a condom. "Here," Sansa whispered, sitting up and holding her hand out. He cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply while placing the wrapper in her hand. It was the kind of kiss that required her to take a moment to recollect her thoughts. Once she recovered, she opened it up and rolled it on his hardness. When she was done, she looked up at him and found him gazing down on her warmly, but with that sinful hunger combined with it. His lips took hers again as he laid her back down and slotted himself between her spread legs. He lined up the tip with her entranced and coaxed it in, gaining a heavenly exhale from Sansa's lips. She stretched around him as he slowly slid in, fingers digging into his back.

"Sansa," he stammered against her once he was fully buried within her and adjusting to his size.

She cupped his face and kissed his cheeks, his chin, his nose, and the corner of his lips. "Fuck me, Jon," she whispered back, kissing his lips and bucking her hips, letting out a low groan as he hit deeper. The hint of pain was heavenly. His strokes were slow and luscious, seemingly taking his time to enjoy the feel of her inner walls clenching him. Gradually, the pace picked up and Sansa had to quiet her moans in their kisses. Jon gripped her thighs and brought them up for an even better angle to drive into her. His strokes were deep. Sansa's only hope now was that her room was on the other side of the big apartment and her uncontrolled moaning would go unnoticed.

"You feel so good," Jon laboriously whispered. "So fucking good, Sansa."

Sansa looked down between them and watched as he disappeared within her with each thrust. Nothing had ever turned her on more than that view. "Oh, gods," she muttered and threw her head back onto the pillow. Releasing her thighs, Jon moved a hand to her clit, rubbing at it. Sansa's bucks to meet his thrusts grew wild but Jon's hands managed to stay on her sensitive nub. She wasn't even able to moan at that point, ragged gasps and breaths were all she could manage as her eyes started to roll back a little and vision started to fade to black.

"Cum for me again, Sansa. Cum while I'm buried in your sweet cunt."

Oh, that sent her right over the edge. She could feel herself fluttering tightly around his cock as she rode out the intense peak. "Fuck," she whimpered as it subsided.

"I'm close."

"I want to taste you. I want to feel your cum running down my throat."

A needy whine came from between his lips. He pulled out and quickly took off the condom as he laid down. Sansa took him in her mouth and, almost instantaneously, he was spilling into her throat. Her name was on his lips, over and over. Her swallows drained every last drop of him. When she sat up and smiled at him, Jon pulled her down to lay on his chest while he held her.

After a few minutes, they got up to clean off. Sansa could see Jon unsure on whether he should dress and go or if he could just climb back in her bed and stay. "We can set our alarms for early in the morning and sneak you out," Sansa offered with hitched eyebrow. He gave her a relieved smile and they crawled under the covers. "I think 6 should be safe." They set the alarms on their phones and settled in. Jon's arms wrapped around her and she nuzzled into his chest.

"Do you have any plans tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Not that I know of."

"Can I take you out?"

"Definitely." Sansa smiled into his chest, knowing this wasn't a one-off thing.

"Robb won't know you're going out with me, right?"

"Well, obviously you can't pick me up," she laughed. "I'll just say I'm meeting up with Margaery. She'll cover for me."

"I feel horrible going behind his back."

"I know." She kissed his shoulder and he held her tighter. "But I want you. And I don't think he can handle us together while I live with him. Maybe we can start warming him up to the idea somehow. But until then, we're sneaking around." She kissed his jawline.

"Mmmm," he moaned softly, his hand running down her curves. "And maybe you come to my place instead so we don't have to keep you so quiet," he smiled.

"Yes. Definitely yes. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do," she laughed.

Jon kissed her then, soft and warm. Before long, they fell asleep, phones near their heads so they wouldn't miss the alarm to sneak Jon out of the apartment.