Where You Belong
A/N: Warning – this chapter features smut – if you do not wish to read smutty content then feel free to skip over it. (All smut will be appropriately marked)
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Kings Landing – 300 A.C
Five minutes later…
Wanting this night to be as special as it could be for the both of them, Jon was purposefully going slow with her, content with enjoying some naked cuddling, kissing and fondling before they would eventually move things to her bed.
"Take me to bed Jon" said Sansa softly and nervously.
Jon leaned down closer to her, pressing a few kisses to her shoulders and chest.
"Are you sure you want to do this Sansa… we can just cuddle like this, we do not have to take this any further tonight" said Jon softly.
Sansa moved one of her hands around to his arse and gave it an approving squeeze.
"Jon… please take me to bed, I told you that my maidenhead was yours to take… so make me yours for this night… and every night to come" said Sansa softly.
Jon traced his hand on her forehead, looking down into her eyes as though he was looking directly into her soul.
"You would let me make love to you Sansa… like I have dreamed of doing many a night?" said Jon softly.
Sansa blushed and nodded.
"Only you Jon… it was only ever going to be you, no other man will hold a place in my heart like you" said Sansa softly.
Getting to his feet, Jon pulled her up off of the settee before scooping her up into his arms bridal style, ready to take her to bed for their eagerly-awaited first night together.
Sansa took hold of his neck and kissed him as he carried her over to the bed, gently placing her down on top of the sheets.
Stepping back, Jon looked down at Sansa in all of her naked beauty.
Her long red hair was fanned out on the sheets while her ample teats rose and fell with the rise and fall of her chest, travelling down her body over her smooth stomach down to the patch of red curls above the glistening womanhood concealed by her long legs that seemed to go on forever.
As she watched his eyes devour her body, Sansa finally got a look at his toned muscles and the hard manhood that she had been sat on earlier, making her blush madly as she got even more aroused.
"You look… so beautiful Sansa" said Jon in shock as he looked down at her.
Sansa blushed and forced herself to look away from his manhood back up at his eyes.
"You… you look better than I dreamed you would look, like the sort of husband that a girl dreams of marrying" said Sansa with arousal etched into her words.
Jon then climbed onto the bed, hovering above her and lowering his lips to hers.
She groaned into his mouth as he kissed her and slipped a single digit into her folds.
"You feel so good Sweet Girl… so hot and tight" groaned Jon as he slipped a second finger inside of her, making her arch her back and moan.
Sansa started to gyrate her hips in tune with his fingers, increasing the delicious friction she was feeling.
Just as the pleasure was increasing, Sansa moaned when his fingers were removed from her womanhood without warning.
As Jon positioned himself on his knees to enter her, Sansa locked eyes with him and smiled.
"Do it Jon" said Sansa softly.
Jon hesitated.
"I do not care about the pain I will receive… as long as I am yours" said Sansa reassuringly.
Jon nodded and slowly pressed the tip of his manhood into her, making her hiss slightly.
Lowering himself down to her face as he pushed into her, Jon stroked her face and kissed her softly as he entered her slowly, being careful not to hurt her too much.
As the time passed them by, Jon slowly pushed into her and finally broke through her barrier causing her to cry out.
Muffled by his lips and feeling his warm touch as he held her close, Sansa relished being in his arms as he took her maidenhead.
"I love you… my Sweet Prince" said Sansa softly, ignoring the pain of her maidenhead being broken by thinking about how much she loved the man that she gave it to.
"I love you too Sansa… with all my heart" said Jon, kissing her as he gave her time to get adjusted to having him inside of her.
Cuddling and kissing sufficed for a good minute or so before Sansa finally felt ready for him.
"You can move now Jon" said Sansa softly with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Few more words were exchanged as Jon kissed her, being careful to go slow at first.
Sansa kept hold of his shoulders and brought her legs up to hook around his waist, looking into his eyes and smiling at what she saw.
Ever since her mother had told her about the wedding night and her duties as a wife to a lord, Sansa had felt nervous about what would happen on her wedding night, especially after hearing about how painful it would be the first time.
Only when she looked into Jon's eyes she felt her nervous feelings disappear.
His eyes did not lie, he was not simply taking her as most men took their ladies.
He was making love to her like she was the only woman in existence, just like he promised.
"Is this what you want Sansa… do you want to be my wife, forever and ever?" said Jon as he gently gathered some pace.
"Yes… I want to spend my days with you in our castle, I want to be yours in every way I can possibly be yours" said Sansa softly as she kissed him.
Taking one of his hands and placing it on top of her stomach, Sansa felt the heat and desire pooling in her stomach.
"I want to carry your children Jon… a little Lyanna or a Dorren maybe" said Sansa softly, moving his hand across her stomach, letting out moans as he carried on thrusting in and out of her.
Jon froze up for a moment before kissing her softly.
"I cannot get you pregnant before we get married Sansa… I cannot let you have a bastard" said Jon with a hint of regret in his voice.
Sansa frowned before latching her lips onto his neck kissing and sucking at it as he resumed his thrusting, determined to make her feel good.
Silence ensued between the two as they made love for the next few minutes before they both peaked with throaty moans, bringing an end to their love-making for the night but they hoped that there would be many more nights like this to come.
Pulling the sheets over their slick, sweaty bodies as his softening manhood slipped out of her wet heat bringing with it a mixture of her release and his seed, Jon took Sansa in his arms, kissing and cuddling her for a good few minutes as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.
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"I would not care Jon… I would not care if our child was born a bastard, just as long as it was your child" said Sansa reassuringly.
Jon frowned.
"I will not sire a bastard on you Sansa… I will not shame you like that" said Jon flatly.
Sansa turned away from him.
"You better go before someone catches us then… I will get some moon tea in the morning if that is what you wish" said Sansa flatly.
Jon sighed and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Look at me Sansa" said Jon softly.
Thankfully, Sansa did roll over to face Jon with a slightly sad look on her face.
Looking right into those sad eyes, Jon knew that she was being serious when she told him that she wanted to have his children, with the mere thought of taking moon tea to prevent such a thing was a difficult choice for her to make.
Nor did she want him to leave her, wanting to keep him close.
"I wish I did not have to go… I wish I could stay here with you, just stay in this bed with you… but it will not be for long I promise" said Jon reassuringly.
Sansa cuddled up to him.
"We are leaving the day after tomorrow… I hope you come with us" said Sansa softly.
Jon sighed.
"I hope I can… just as I hope that your mother and father will understand when we tell them about us… even with them here I fear what would happen if they caught us" said Jon warily.
Sansa smiled and kissed him softly.
"Forget about that Jon… I will see you in the morning" said Sansa softly, yawning slightly.
Jon moved to get out of bed and get dressed.
"I love you… sleep well" said Jon softly as he put his smallclothes on.
"Love you more" said Sansa cheekily.
Once he was dressed in his breeches, tunic and boots, Jon walked over to the bed, cupping her cheek and giving her one last goodnight kiss, full of the ever-growing love he felt for her.
"Can I come and see you tomorrow… and then if you are not allowed to come back with us we can have a proper goodbye?" said Sansa hopefully.
Jon sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed, taking her hand and squeezing it tightly.
"I would like that" said Jon softly.
Sansa smiled and squeezed his hand in return.
Once Jon finally left her chambers a few minutes later, Sansa rolled onto her back placing both hands on her stomach, praying that his child was beginning to grow inside of her womb as she lay there.
While she did want to honour her promise to take some moon tea, a large part of her mind refused such a thought, not wanting to end the life of any child they might have.
As she was lying in her bed she felt a pang of regret, knowing that her mother would be very disappointed with her if she ever found out what had happened tonight. Not to mention her father would be furious with Jon for dishonouring his eldest daughter.
Of course, it would be easier if he came back to Winterfell with them but knowing of his poor relationship with his father King Rhaegar and his stepmother Queen Cersei, Sansa had a horrible feeling that Jon would not be allowed to come back to Winterfell with them.
Thinking back on the last two weeks she had spent with Jon, she knew that there was a certain inevitability that she would fall for him, given how ruggedly handsome he was as well as being incredibly kind. Even after all of the neglect and heartache he had received from his own family, he welcomed her into his heart with open arms and she never wanted to leave it.
Though it was not the most subtle way to act, Sansa could not help herself and sought out Daenerys while she was visiting Winterfell for a few weeks last year, asking her future sister-in-law about Jon and how he was doing in Kings Landing.
Of course, the Targaryan Princess knew exactly what Sansa's intentions were but still answered all of her questions about Jon without hesitation.
She still asked questions even when the answers she had received from Daenerys disappointed her, hearing that Jon was miserable in Kings Landing and desired to return to Winterfell to be with them.
Perhaps that was why she sent him even more ravens than she would usually send him in the past, wanting to remind him of how much he was loved and missed in the North, wanting him to know that he would always be in her thoughts.
As she stared at the stars that could be seen from her open window, Sansa squeezed her fingers thinking about where she and Jon would go from here.
Would their families even accept their wishes and allow them to be together, given that they were cousins.
Her father wanted her to be married within the North, especially now that his oldest son and heir had married a Crown Princess.
After the wedding they had just attended, Sansa doubted that King Rhaegar would let another member of his family marry into House Stark, probably planning to marry him off to a girl from another one of the Seven Kingdoms for his own personal gain.
Even now, with the thrill of their first night together coursing through her body, Sansa dreaded what might happen to the two of them if they were not allowed to spend the rest of their lives together.
Not wanting to think about what might not happen, Sansa banished all of those thoughts from her mind and let herself get comfortable so she could go to sleep.
The next night…
"He said no Sansa… he will not let me come back with you" said Jon sadly as he rubbed her shoulders, seeing the sad look on her face.
Sat in front of him on his bed as he rubbed her shoulders, Sansa did nothing to stop the feelings of sadness from taking over her thoughts.
Having visited his father earlier that afternoon to tell him of his wish to return north with the Starks, Jon had protested to no avail when he was told by Rhaegar and the Hand of the King Jon Connington that he would not be returning north with the Starks while arrangements were going to be made to find him a suitable wife.
Even after Jon expressed his desire to marry Sansa, this did little to change his father's mind who flat out refused to betroth him to his cousin, claiming that there was nothing to be gained from such a match and that he was going to begin making arrangements for Jon to marry Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne by his eighteenth name day.
Of course, Sansa had been devastated when she found out five minutes ago.
"Of course… you still choose to let your father run your life, even after all of the misery he has caused you" said Sansa icily.
Jon sighed.
"Do you think I want this… do you think I want someone other than you?" said Jon sadly.
Sansa frowned and turned to face him.
"Well… if we cannot be together, let us at least have one last night together" said Sansa sadly before cupping his cheeks and kissing him.
Lifting herself up onto his lap, Sansa broke their kiss and pressed her forehead against his.
"A night that we can treasure forever… knowing that we loved each other more than anything in the world" said Sansa softly, trying to contain her sadness.
Letting himself be drawn into her kiss, Jon lowered her onto her back, running his hands all over her body as he kissed her.
"This is not the end Sansa… you will be my wife I promise, we will have a life together" said Jon confidently.
Sansa sighed as he lowered his head to her cleavage kissing it.
"You will be married to that Dornish Princess Jon… and my father will choose another husband for me" said Sansa sadly.
Jon raised his head to look into her eyes before wiping the tears from them.
"I will not be made to spend my life with her instead of you… nor will I let you be given to a man you do not want, you will be mine Sansa Stark, just as I will be yours forever" said Jon before he kissed her deeply.
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That seemed to cheer Sansa up for now, with the two quickly removing each other's clothes, only stopping when Jon was naked and Sansa only had her smallclothes covering her womanhood which were slowly being soaked with her growing desire.
Sansa reached down to remove them herself but Jon grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Let me Sweet Girl" said Jon softly.
Sansa nodded and propped herself up against his pillows, biting her lip to suppress a moan as he slid her smallclothes down her legs, leaving a trail of kisses behind them.
"Spread your legs for me Sansa, show me that pretty pink cunt of yours" said Jon huskily.
Sansa blushed and did as she was told, opening her legs to show him her dripping wet womanhood which made his mouth water.
Expecting and wanting to feel his manhood sliding into her any moment now, Sansa was not prepared to see his mouth descend on her womanhood, nor was she prepared to feel his tongue lapping at her folds and her pearl.
"Oh… oh Jon" gasped Sansa, feeling him grip her thighs and probe her sensitive region with his tongue.
As he lapped up the juices trickling out of her womanhood, Jon found himself enjoying the slightly strange taste and soon added his fingers to the mix, eager to make her peak hard on his tongue.
If this was going to be their last night together for a while, then Jon was going to do whatever it takes to make sure she enjoyed every single second of it.
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The next day…
Raising the steaming cup containing moon tea towards her lips, Sansa frowned as she thought back to the events of last night.
After bringing her to two mind-blowing peaks using only his tongue and fingers, Sansa had been eager to return the favour and used her own mouth to worship his manhood. Bringing him to a peak of his own and swallowing every last drop of seed that he spilled into her mouth before he finally took her for the first time that night.
The first of four times that they made love on that special night.
First with her seated on his lap riding him as if he were a prized stallion, the second being on the bear fur rug in front of his roaring hearth, illuminated by the firelight as they made slow gentle love to each other, the third with her on all fours as he took her hard from behind before he let her ride him to one last peak for the final time that night.
By the time she had snuggled into his side, basking in the afterglow of a night of satisfying love-making, Sansa had wanted nothing more than just to remain in his arms until dawn awoke them the next morning but she forced herself to get out of his bed and leave him to sleep alone, not wanting to cause trouble for the two of them if they were caught.
Before leaving him to sleep alone for the night, Sansa told him that she would miss him while they were apart and that she would await the day he finally returned to her side and her bed, knowing that on that day, they would never be forced to separate again.
When she finally went to sleep that night, feeling the afterglow of the many peaks he had brought her to and his seed sloshing around inside of her womb. Sansa dreamt of standing by his side as they watched a little red-haired girl running through the snow-blanketed courtyard of an unidentified castle followed by a little brown-haired boy as she and Jon laughed and smiled at the antics of their children.
The children she wanted to have with him.
Yet as she raised the steaming mug to her lips with trembling hands, Sansa could not bring herself to drink it and end the life of the child that may or may not be growing inside of her womb.
Finally, she frowned and poured the contents onto the floor, sitting down on the bed with her hands in her lap and a look of sadness all over her face.
She might have promised him that she would take some moon tea. But when it came to actually taking it, she could not bear the thought of killing a child in her womb, knowing that it might be the only part of Jon that she ever had.
Sure, her family would disapprove if she birthed a bastard sired by a Crown Prince but Sansa would never care about that. All that would matter to her is that this child would be hers and Jon's child, a child born of love instead of duty.
Hiding the cup underneath her bed, Sansa got up and went to choose a dress for the day, with nothing being able to prepare her for the thought of having to say goodbye to the man she loved when she left Kings Landing later that morning.
Winterfell – 301 A.C
Three moons later…
Sansa held back the disgust rising up from within her as she vomited into her chamberpot for what felt like the fifth or sixth time that morning.
Visiting a midwife in Wintertown and swearing her to secrecy, Sansa received confirmation for something that deep down she knew was true.
She was pregnant with Jon's child, all of his words about not wanting to shame and dishonour her by giving her a bastard and here she was, with that child growing in her womb.
All because she broke her word to him about taking some moon tea to stop herself from getting pregnant.
Of course, ever since the morning sickness started, her teats had become really sensitive to just about any form of contact as well as the evidence of a slight bump on her stomach, though that could be carefully hidden under extra layers of clothing.
With all of these changes to her body, Sansa was finding it harder to hide her pregnancy from her family, especially her mother and new sister-in-law Daenerys who watched her in a way that told her that she knew something was not right with Sansa.
Even her close childhood friends, Jeyne Poole the Stewards daughter and Beth Cassel who was the only daughter of the Master-at-arms Rodrik Cassel knew that she was hiding something from them but neither girl pressed the matter too much.
As she wiped her mouth with her arm, trying to get rid of the sickening taste of vomit from her mouth, firm knocking on the door broke her from her train of thought.
"Sansa, can I come in?!" Daenerys Stark nee Targaryan called out from behind the closed door.
"One minute!" Sansa called out in a slight panic.
Panicking, she pushed her chamberpot under her bed and wrenched the balcony windows open letting the cold breeze into the room in an attempt to mask the smell, even though it made her shiver given that she was still dressed in her nightdress.
As she hastily drank a cup of water to try and mask the smell and taste of vomit on her breath, she heard Daenerys call out to her again and it made her freeze with fear and shock.
"Come on Sansa… everyone is waiting for us" said Daenerys as she opened the door making Sansa jump slightly.
Already dressed in a warm northern-style dress and clutching a white wolf pelt around her shoulders, with her long silvery-blonde hair tied up in a sensible braid, Daenerys quickly made her way over to the open balcony window.
"Look at you… you are freezing Sansa" said Daenerys sounding concerned as she shut the window and quickly crossed the room towards her.
Sansa froze up in shock as Daenerys's hand brushed across her stomach as her sister-in-law wrapped her white wolf pelt around her shoulders to try and warm her up.
Stepping back slightly, Daenerys looked directly at Sansa with shock written all over her face and Sansa knew she had been found out.
"Please… you cannot tell anyone about this, please" pleaded Sansa with tears in her eyes.
"That you are carrying Jon's child?" said Daenerys folding her arms.
Sansa frowned and wiped the tears from her eyes as she walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge, with her clasped hands in her lap and tears falling from her eyes.
"How did you know it was Jon's?" said Sansa sadly.
Daenerys quickly closed the door and sat down next to Sansa on the bed, taking one of her hands and squeezing it gently.
"I always knew you liked him when I came to Winterfell, then I saw the way you looked at him when you were at Kings Landing, the way he looked at you in turn… I knew you loved each other… but I never thought that you would have slept together Sansa, that he would have willingly sired a bastard on you" said Daenerys flatly.
Sansa frowned and squeezed her hand in return.
"I told him that I would drink moon tea… but I could not do it, I could not bring myself to murder our child… so I did not take it" said Sansa sadly.
Daenerys placed her other hand on Sansa's shoulder and rubbed it gently.
"How long have the two of you been together?" said Daenerys flatly.
Sansa wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Your wedding night… I invited him back to my chambers and we… you know?" said Sansa nervously, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
Daenerys nodded.
"You slept with him yes" said Daenerys flatly.
Sansa blushed even harder as images of their wonderful two nights together flashed through her mind, particularly on their last night together when they made love in front of the roaring fire.
"And then I went to see him the night before we left… after the King had refused to let us be together, he promised me that we would get married and then we made love for over an hou-" said Sansa with excited nervousness in her voice before she was cut off when Daenerys removed her hand from her shoulder and clapped it over Sansa's mouth.
"As romantic and exciting as that sounds Sansa… he is my nephew and I do not want to hear about what he did to you when you jumped into his bed" said Daenerys sternly.
Sansa calmed herself and frowned.
"I have cocked everything up now though… when my father and Harlon find out he got me pregnant they are going to kill him" said Sansa sadly.
Daenerys frowned and pulled Sansa into a hug, holding her tight for support.
"You have to tell him Sansa… Jon needs to know before it is too late, he has a right to know that you are carrying his child" said Daenerys softly.
Sansa frowned and nodded.
"What if he rejects me for breaking my promise to take moon tea?" said Sansa, sounding scared now, even though she knew Jon would never reject her for doing such a thing.
Daenerys scoffed.
"I doubt he would reject you just because you got pregnant… if anything I would be surprised if he did not ride day and night to come to you" said Daenerys.
Sansa composed herself and nodded.
"I have to tell my parents as well I suppose" said Sansa sadly.
Daenerys slowly nodded.
"Better they hear it from you sooner rather than later, rather than running the risk of them finding out by accident or by the word of someone else… and I will smooth things over with your brother" said Daenerys softly.
Sansa glanced at her and nodded.
"I will send Jon a raven and tell my parents this afternoon… as long as you are there with me for support" said Sansa softly.
"I will, I promise" said Daenerys giving her hand another squeeze.
Feeling a lot better about the whole situation, Sansa nodded her thanks to Daenerys who stood up and pulled her to her feet.
"Come on… I will help you get dressed so we can break our fast with the others" said Daenerys softly.