Notes: Who's a good boy? Ghost is the best one! hahahha

Jon should let Ghost do the charming, because he sucks at it. I just love the idea of Sansa getting charmed by the big bag of fur! Dogs are the best thing.

Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews! You guys are the best.

As a curiosity, Jon was fighting Wun Wun last chapter. But don't worry; we'll have some Free Folk coming down pretty soon. Tormund!

And, as promised, this chapter is about to get hot ;)

As promised, today things get... Interesting.

Chapter 5

"Robb, you have to tell her to stop coming to the fights." Jon told his friend seriously.

Robb was sprawled on the couch of the house he shared with some other guys.

"I've tried it." Robb grumbled, ice pack against his forehead.

Jon was legitimately worried about Robb. He hadn't won a single fight since Sansa started watching them. The first night he'd thought it was just a coincidence, but it persisted. He then realized that Robb was worried about his sister being there, so he was letting his guard down.

He probably thought that the crowd was too rough for her –he wasn't exactly wrong –so he tried to keep an eye on her when he was on the ring. Not a very smart idea, but Robb seemed unable to stop himself.

Jon was concerned. The next day he would go against Ramsay and the fucker wouldn't hold back. The piece of shit had a sadistic streak and he had seriously hurt more than one of his opponents. Jon heard he'd killed a guy on a street fight the year before, but those could be just rumors. It sure hadn't happened inside the University.

"Tell her you can't concentrate when she's around." Jon insisted.

"She'll think I'm making excuses so she won't come to the fights." Robb indicated.

"So what? Robb, you can't go against Ramsay unless you're completely focused. You know he wants nothing more than break you." Jon said seriously.

"He's a sick fuck." Robb sighed.

Jon pressed his lips together, then let out a breath. "Robb, I think he has his eyes on her."

That made the other man freeze. "What?"

"He called her Ice Queen to my face." Jon told him. "You know how he is with girls."

"If that fucker touches my sister, I'm going to kill him." Robb vowed.

"I'll help you." Jon assured him. "But the point is, I don't think she should be there on the day of the fight."

"I'll talk to her." Robb sighed again, closing his eyes. "But I don't think it'll work. Maybe she thinks that coming to my fights might make me give up on them."

Jon chuckled dryly. "Obviously, being stubborn is a family thing."

"You have no idea. You should meet my sister Arya."

"The one Theon is scared of?" Jon arched a brow.

"One and only." Robb spoke with a fond grin. "I think you two would get along."

"Why? You think I don't get along with Sansa?" He teased.

Robb snorted. "I knew you were a disaster with girls, Snow, but I didn't think it was that much. Sansa is never that direct on her dislike."

"I punched you."

"Well, she punched you for me. You're even."

"I'll tell her that, the next time I see her."

XxX

Jon grabbed his coffee and left the shop. He had left Ghost outside so he didn't want to take too much time. Ghost wasn't overly fond of strangers trying to pet him. Jon thought that his size alone should be enough to discourage people from even trying, but some still did.

He pushed the café's door open, then sighed. There was his big, intimidating dog, belly up, tongue rolling out of his mouth, while Sansa Stark scratched his belly. Jon snorted when Ghost's rear leg started thumping. Sansa must've hit the spot.

"Are you trying to steal my dog, Stark?" He asked coming closer.

She barely looked up from the dog. "It's not my fault he likes me better."

Given the choice, Jon was pretty sure he'd like her better too, but he didn't say it. It sounded an awful lot like a pickup line.

She was Robb's sister, he wasn't going to flirt with her. At all.

It didn't really matter how good she looked. Or how witty she was. Or all the good things he'd heard about her.

Besides, she hated his guts.

Was it strange that he found that even more charming?

"Did…" He cleared his throat. "Did your brother tell you not to come tonight?"

She froze, then she looked at him. Shit.

"So that was your idea." She commented flatly.

"Look, I know you're concerned about him, but there's nothing you can do being there."

"This is none of your business." She informed him.

"Robb is my friend." Jon insisted. "And I worry about him."

"He's my brother, I worry about him too." She snapped. "If you're his friend you should tell him to stop this nonsense."

Jon rolled his eyes. "I can't tell him what to do. He's an adult."

Sansa stood up, getting face to face with him –literally, since they were basically the same height.

"He's my brother. I'll be there." She told him, her voice full of finality.

Jon arched a brow. "Maybe you enjoy watching the fights." He challenged.

She snorted. Once Ghost realized she wasn't paying attention to him anymore, the dog stood up and leaned against her side. Her hand went to the dog's head and he waggled his tail happily.

Traitor.

"Many girls do." Jon insisted.

She rolled her eyes. "Do they? How cute." She gave him a look. "I liked watching you getting thrown around."

If asked later, Jon wouldn't be able to say what prompted his reply, but he was kind of glad he said it. "Maybe you liked watching me."

Her face alone was worth it: her eyes became round in her astonishment, her mouth opened, but she didn't say a thing. Then she blushed.

Yes, pretty interesting.

"Excuse you!" She spluttered. "Just because you enjoy parading yourself…"

"Parading?"

"…without a shirt, it doesn't mean…"

"So you noticed I was shirtless." He cut her cheekily.

She gave him a freezing glare. "You aren't all that much." She informed him.

He arched a brow. "Ouch."

"I know what happened. You enjoy getting your arse kicked, I punched you, and you took it as flirting." She sassed.

Jon snickered. "You got me. I was hooked as soon as you punched me."

She pressed her lips together, like she was trying not to smile. "I shouldn't have done it." She finally said. "You deserved it." She added quickly. "But I still shouldn't have done it."

He shrugged. "Maybe I did deserve it. Besides, I've had worse."

She arched a brow. "Is that a challenge?"

He grinned. "Careful there. One punch is flirtation. You do it again, I might fall in love."

She let out a disbelieving snort, but now she was actually grinning. "Sure. Whatever makes you feel better." She gave Ghost one last loving pat on the head. "I have to go."

Jon was watching her leave, when he remembered what he was actually trying to accomplish with this conversation –no, it wasn't flirting. "You aren't coming tonight, right?"

"None of your business." She threw over her shoulder.

Great. Just great.

Way to get sidetracked, Snow.

XxX

Sansa bit the side of her thumb as she looked at the crowd. What the hell was she doing here?

This had gone far enough, Robb obviously wasn't stopping this any time soon. It was probably time to call her parents and let them deal with the situation. She didn't want to, because it would wreck her parents, but she needed to do something. In a couple of years Arya would come to study here and she could just picture her baby sister doing exactly the same thing.

Great.

To make things better, Robb was going to be fighting Ramsay Fucking Bolton tonight. Now there was a sick prick if Sansa had ever met one. She'd dated Joffrey for a long time –longer than she should have, admittedly –and she could see the signs: he was a sadistic fucker. She'd also heard rumors about the kind of shit that Ramsay was. Not that she needed it; one look in his eyes and she knew exactly what he was.

He was one of the few idiots that called her Ice Queen to her face; the rest was apparently scared of Robb –and now she understood why. Harry Hardying –the other prick –called her that only when she wasn't around, then he tried to get into her pants.

She should give up on men. They were not worth the headache.

Anyway, Robb was fighting Ramsay today and she was regretting being there. She didn't want to see this, she feared what he might do to her brother. She did consider not coming, but she decided that sitting at home, wondering what was happening, was even worse. Here she'd have to watch it, but she'd know as soon as it was over.

And until the fight started… She could watch Jon.

And that only meant she wanted to see him getting his arse handed to him.

Not that he was losing. She'd never actually seen him lose.

He was fighting a guy that was something-Karstark. Apparently, this guy used to be a big shit on these fights, but he'd graduated two years before. He was in town and decided that fighting was –for whatever reason –a great thing to do with his Saturday night.

Sansa had no understanding of fights, definitively not enough to say if they had good moves, or who punched better –or whatever. She only saw that Karstark gave some punches, Jon threw some others… In her opinion, they seemed pretty evenly matched.

Jon was going around shirtless again. She almost rolled her eyes at him, but he was focused on his fight. Was this really necessary?

Sure, he had a great body. Objectively speaking, of course.

His body was… Well-defined. Many muscles there. He probably hit the gym quite often.

Sansa groaned to herself. At least she was keeping these thoughts in her head. The last thing she needed was for him to call her out on them, like he did that morning.

Thinking about their conversation earlier almost made her grin, but Sansa refrained. She shouldn't be grinning. She shouldn't be charmed by him.

Not that she was.

He punched Robb! He was part of this circus.

Not charming at all.

The Karstark guy tumbled Jon on the floor and now they were rolling around on the dirt. Yeah, that was charming.

Sansa rolled her eyes, even though there was nobody to see it.

She had just yawned, when Jon finally finished the bloody –literally –thing. He caught on of Karstark's arm and twisted. The other man screamed what Sansa guessed was a surrender.

Jon jumped to his feet as the crowd cheered. His eyes found hers, and Sansa shivered.

Because that look? Yeah, she was in trouble.

XxX

Great. She had come.

Jesus Christ, that woman was stubborn.

"Good going, Snow." Theon called from the side.

Jon finished draining his water bottle. "Where's Robb?" He wanted to know.

"In the back, getting ready."

"Did he see Sansa here?"

Theon arched a brow. "No…"

"Tell him she never came." Jon instructed the other man.

"He's not blind, Jon." Theon indicated.

"I'll get rid of her." Jon assured him. "Just let Robb know she isn't here."

Theon shrugged. "Sure."

Jon just put a tank top and made a beeline for Sansa. She looked mighty mistrustful as she watched him approach.

She probably knew he was going to tell her to leave.

"Robb wants to talk to you." He told her as soon as he was close enough.

The change on her expression was immediate: she went from suspicious to concerned in a second. Jon would feel guilty about this, if he wasn't doing it to help his friend.

"Where is he? Is something wrong?" She asked quickly.

"I don't know, but he's on that same room you were on the first…" He had barely finished talking before she turned her back and started walking.

Jon followed her as she pushed her way to the room where they had actually met for the first time. She pushed the door open and entered. Jon went after her and closed it.

"Robb?" She looked around and saw –pretty quick –that her brother wasn't there. She turned in time to see Jon locking the door behind himself. "What the fuck, Snow?"

"You distract your brother." He told her. "Every time you're around he can't fight properly, because he's worried about you. He can't be distracted today, Ramsay is too dangerous."

"And why the fuck are you locking yourself up with me?" She demanded.

"I'm just going to stay here with you until their fight is over." Jon assured her. "Then you can punch me again and go take care of your brother."

"You've got to be joking!"

"I'm not." He pocketed the key and leaned against the door to make his point clear. "You're staying here until the fight is over."

"No, I'm not!" She marched up to him, her eyes on fire. "Let me out." She hissed.

"No." He answered simply.

"Well, then I hope you're prepared to hold me by force, Snow, because it's the only way I'm staying here." She informed him.

"I'm not holding you by force. God, you really think I'm an animal." He was truly exasperated now.

"That's not what I said." She defended herself. "I'm just saying it's the only way you're keeping me here."

Jon didn't answer, but Sansa wasn't interested in keeping on arguing with him. She tried to grab the door knob and she even managed it, but she still had Jon firmly planted between herself and the way out.

Now she was very firmly planted over him. She froze, hand on the knob.

Fuck, they were close. She looked up and her nose was almost touching his.

"The only way?" Jon murmured, his voice coming out husky.

Sansa didn't take a step back, she looked into his eyes and could see perfectly well that his pupils were blown wide. "You think very highly of yourself" She informed him.

Jon just shrugged. The truth was she was the one almost plastered against him, she should be the one to move –preferably to the other side of the room.

They weren't touching anywhere, not exactly. If one of them breathed to deeply their chests might brush, but other than that, they were perfectly still.

Sansa had no idea of how her nose was suddenly rubbing against his. "This is a bad idea…" She murmured, opening her eyes –when had she closed them?

"Aye." Jon agreed, though his eyes were mostly on her lips.

Then his eyes met hers and… Well, fuck.

Her mouth was on his before she even made the decision and her hands on his hair in the next second. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her body tight against his. Sansa bit his lower lip, because it was so soft and tempting and it was basically begging to be bitten. Jon apparently appreciated, if the moan he let out was any indication.

He pushed her jacket off her shoulders and Sansa let go of him, so the piece could fall to the ground. She didn't dare stop kissing him; if she did, she might remember all the reasons this was a bad idea.

She didn't want to think right now. This was different from anything she'd ever felt before. Joffrey kisses were always strange to her and the sex was cold and without feeling. She endured it because she loved him and thought it meant doing whatever he wanted.

She'd had one date with Harry Hardyng and was already thinking of how to get rid of him, but then he'd kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He was trying to get his hand under her skirt, when one of his friends stumbled upon them. Sansa took the moment to make her escape.

After that Harry had spread around that she was a cold fish.

That was the sad summary of her sex life.

This -right now -was completely different. She'd wanted to kiss Jon and she did! She took the initiative. Even Sansa didn't know exactly why she'd done it. She barely knew the guy!

However, there was something different about him, something that called to her, instead of repulsing. His kisses melted her and his hands felt right on her body.

In fact, they felt so right, she let them run down her legs. She gasped against his lips when Jon pulled her up and carried her to the only table on the room.

When he sat her down, she should've stopped him, stopped herself. Instead she grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled up. Jon helped her get rid of the thing and Sansa almost died when she put her eyes on him.

She sure as hell had never touched a body like his. He was solid muscle, pure strength and his abs were plain ridiculous.

They kissed furiously and she locked her legs around his waist. Sansa completely let go of doubts and insecurities; she had no idea why, but -at that moment- she just wanted to feel all of him.

Jon was probably of the same mind, because his hand was running along her inner thigh. When his fingers brushed against the front of her panties, she felt a shiver run down her body. He didn't immediately touch her, and she realized he was waiting to see if she would protest. Like her, he didn't want to talk, scared that it might stop them all together, but he was still waiting for permission.

Sansa kissed him harder, and he got the idea. His fingers found their way inside her panties and she gasped against his lips. Jon pulled her closer to the edge of the table and Sansa opened her legs a bit more to give him more access.

His fingers on her were… Well, magical would be a good word. He touched her like he already knew her. It wasn't presumptuous, it was just so fucking good. He wasn't teasing or going slow; he was taking it all; which was actually great, because if he got tender and sweet now, Sansa would freak out.

So she just let herself enjoy the way his fingers worked her higher and higher, until she was coming apart, breaking into a million pieces, gasping against his neck.

He brought his fingers out from under her skirt and licked them clean.

"Oh fuck." Sansa groaned, pulling him by the neck for another kiss, and Jon gladly obliged.

Her hands went to his jeans, opening his button and zipper in record time –especially if someone were to consider the way her hands were shaking.

Jon's hands dove back under the skirt of her dress and pulled her panties down. Sansa lifted her arse a bit, to help him get them off.

Sansa should probably be thinking about a thousand things right now. Again, she should consider stopping this all together. It was too fast, too crazy, too out of control.

But then she felt him pressing against her and her whole body just wanted. She worried she'd never feel this way about someone, and now she did. She desired him and this, and she deserved to have it all.

(These were famous last words. A lot of people probably thought exactly that before a morning full of regret…)

Jon entered her body and it was fucking perfect. He felt amazing inside her and she almost said so, but they were still keeping quiet, so she refrained.

He moved against her and Sansa had to hold on for dear life. It was hard, fast and a little bit angry –from both of them –and she'd never felt more alive before.

She let her hands run down his back, she enjoyed the feeling of his teeth on her throat and his beard against her skin.

When she came –a second time that night, something that'd never happened before –it was even more intense than the first one. It took over her whole body and she thought she might even pass out from the intensity.

He followed shortly after that, his grip on her hips tightening for a second, before he let go.

Jon rested his forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch his breath. His hair was a mess; at some point, he had lost his hair tie and now there was a chaos of curls on his head.

Sansa took a deep breath and the movement made Jon raise his head and look at her.

Their eyes met and a moment of clarity passed through them.

Oh fuck…

What had they done?

Notes: Yeah, that was flirting, Jon.

And that was fucking... lol

I hope you guys enjoyed it. I didn't want to make it very explicit, but I guess it's pretty obvious what happened...

Next chapter we have morning-after regrets and Sansa gives Robb an ultimatum.

Let me know your feelings!

xoxo