Notes: Hey guys!
WOW! You really enjoyed it! lol
I'm really happy. Thank you so much for the comments. You guys make this story even better to write.
Don't worry. I'm quite aware there was a condom seriously missing on the last chapter and this shall be remembered. After all, Jon is cute and all, but they barely know each other. YOU HAVE TO BE RESPONSIBLE, PEOPLE!
We have the aftermath of Robb's fight now -sorry, not the actual fight.
I hope you like it!
Chapter 6
When he was seven, a group of older kids from his neighborhood had grabbed Jon and thrown him in a cold lake. His mother had been furious and he got severely sick because of it.
The moment he looked into Sansa's eyes –his breath still ragged, his heart still beating like a drum –he felt exactly the same sensation of that day; it was like every organ in his body shut down and even breathing became hard.
What the fuck had he done?
He took a few steps back, almost in shock. He had attacked Robb's sister! He had… Oh lord, he was not going to think about that.
As soon as he stepped away Sansa jumped from the table and picked her panties up. He came to his senses a bit, and closed his pants and started looking for his tank top. She was avoiding looking in his direction, but Jon just wanted her to scream at him, even punch him. He felt like the worse excuse for a human being ever.
He should ask Robb to hit him.
Robb!
Was the fight over yet?
He pulled his shirt over his head and turned around just in time to see Sansa throwing a towel to the side.
Shit! They hadn't even used a condom.
He was an idiot.
"Sansa…"
"No!" She turned to him, her eyes on fire. "Don't say anything."
"But we…"
"I really don't want to have this conversation right now." She snapped at him.
"Listen, we…"
Loud knocking on the door interfered with whatever Jon was about to say.
"Jon!" It was Theon. "Are you in there? The fight is over!"
Sansa almost flew to the door, but Jon still had the key in his pocket, so she had to wait for him to open it.
As soon as he did, Theon came face to face with them. For a second, the other man opened his mouth, like he planned on saying something, but then he saw them.
He closed his mouth, checked both of them out –from head to toe – and then arched a bow. "You two fucked."
"THEON!" Both protested at the same time.
"This room is reeking of sex." He informed them, a grin on his face. "Jon has scratches on his shoulder –definitely not from his fight –Sansa darling, you have a beard rash on your neck." He seemed way too delighted by this. "I mean, I know you said you're going to get rid of her, Jon, I just didn't know it was like this."
"I did not plan on this!" Jon defended himself hotly. He turned to Sansa. "I didn't." He spoke seriously.
"I don't care! Where's my brother?" She demanded from Theon.
That whipped the smirk off his face. "Well…"
"Did he lose?" Jon wanted to know.
"No, no!" Theon was quick to assure. "He won. It was actually pretty awesome. He used that…"
"Theon." Sansa growled. "Where is my brother?"
Theon gulped. "Hospital." He finally admitted.
"What?" Sansa screeched.
"He won, but Bolton got him good too. We had to get both of them to the hospital." He explained fast.
"You better take me there. Now!"
"Sure, sure." Theon started hurrying around, without actually going anywhere.
"Theon!"
"I'll get a cab!" He decided running off.
"I'll go with you two." Jon decided.
"No." Sansa turned to him, her expression stone-cold. "This is a family matter. You've done enough."
Jon watched as she turned and left, without looking back not even once.
Sansa had been wrong. He didn't like getting punched and stuff, but right now… He felt like he actually deserved it.
XxX
Sansa rushed through the hospital, until she found Robb's room. There were two police officers taking his statement and Sansa waited impatiently by the door until they left.
"Hey, sis!" Robb smiled at her.
Or he tried to, because he winced at the smallest movement of his face.
He was destroyed.
The left side of his face seemed to have taken the worst of it: his eye was so swollen that it wasn't opening, he had a cut right under his eyebrow and another one over his cheekbone. The right side of his face hadn't escaped unscathed, though; he had a gash on his forehead and his eye was already bruising.
"Robb!" She hushed to his side. "What the…"
"I saw this guy from the University getting jumped by a group of punks. I had to help." Robb hurried to say.
Sansa arched a brow. So this was the bullshit they told the cops when things got ugly?
She took a deep breath. "How are you?"
"I have to spend the night, because they're worried about a concussion."
Sansa took another deep breath and pressed her lips together.
"Ramsay is way worse." He hurried to say.
Sansa gave him a look, a serious one. "This…" She indicated the room around him. "Is the end. I should've done something a long time ago."
"Sansa…"
"I'm calling mom and dad tomorrow. You're lucky as fuck that it's this late, or I'd call them now."
"Sansa…"
"This shit ends now, Robb." She told him, her voice dead serious. "I'll get a coffee."
XxX
Sansa felt like punching the coffee machine, since she couldn't punch her stupid brother.
But enough violence. What was wrong with her? Punching people, covering up for her brother, while he put himself at risk like that?
This had to stop.
She took a deep breath and let her forehead rest against the machine, while the small cup was filled with coffee.
Robb was going to be the death of her. Hospital! He was on a fucking hospital, lying to the police!
Good Lord, what was wrong with him?
Sansa took a deep breath. She had to end this, she was calling her parents tomorrow.
Her coffee was ready.
Sansa stood there, staring at the cup.
Jon.
Fuck.
Yeah… Fuck indeed, apparently.
Shit! What was wrong with her lately?
In the rush of getting to Robb and figuring out how he was, she'd completely forgotten about this detail.
Well, she'd forgotten about a whole lot of details. Including a bloody condom!
Dear Lord, she was never this irresponsible. She'd have to get tested, but now it was still too early for anything.
How much time did she have to wait to get tested?
God, this sucked!
What was she thinking about? She attacked him.
Sure, he'd enjoyed quite a bit, and both of them could've stopped at any time -or even fucking considered using protection -but she'd started it.
She'd kissed him.
Yeah, well, she'd think about that one tomorrow. She didn't have the energy for that now.
She got her coffee and went back to Robb's room.
Theon was there, scheming with her brother in hushed whispers. They both got quiet when she entered the room.
"I'll just…" Theon indicated the door and left, without even looking at her.
And he knew about her and Jon. Great.
"Sansa, listen to me for just a second." Robb begged.
She just arched a brow on his direction.
"I'll stop fighting." He assured her. "You don't have to call mom and dad."
No, this seemed too good to be true. There was something else. "But?" She urged.
"We wait until the end of this month."
"No." She said immediately.
"Listen to me!" Robb pleaded. "Minister Selmy is coming to the University on Monday, for some public stunt bullshit. He'll stay for a few days, give some speeches. During this time, there'll be no fights."
"So?"
"So, this leaves what? Less than 20 days of possible fights. It's nothing." He argued.
"Why do you want to wait until the end of the month?" She wanted to know.
"The guys from the North are coming for a rugby match." He explained. "Their team is freaking good, and they also come to the fights."
"Oh god." She groaned. "You want to fight the Wildlings." She guessed.
"I do." Robb admitted. "But it'll be the end of it! I promise! And you won't have to worry mom and dad. Come on, Sans! What do you think they'll do? Probably get me out of the University!"
"They should get you into a straight-jacket!" She threw back.
"Do you really want to worry them like that?"
"Me?" She almost screeched. "I'm the one getting them worried, Robb?"
"I'm just saying that if I quit this by the end of the month, nobody has to know it." He insisted.
"You know what, Robb?" She said angrily, grabbing her bag. "Fuck you. You're inconsequent, selfish and irresponsible and I should feel guilty for wanting to put a stop to this? Look at yourself!"
She turned and left, ignoring his calls to go back, or the scared look of the nurses.
This night was just a huge nightmare.
XxX
Jon had a pretty rough night. Nothing better to keep someone awake than a guilty conscience.
There was this list going through his head.
He had sex with Sansa -Robb's sister -on less than ideal circumstances.
They hadn't used protection.
She was pissed at him.
Theon knew.
Robb was in the hospital.
It was like the most ridiculous movie ever. He'd stared at the ceiling for one hour, imagining what the fuck he'd do if Sansa was pregnant.
He knew it was -at that exact moment -a complicated -and fruitless -thought to pursue. But could he stop thinking about? Not for one whole hour.
So he went to visit Robb in the morning, even though he was afraid the Stark might punch him.
He was surprised to see that Robb didn't know anything about last night –how the hell had Theon kept that to himself? –and he was also feeling like shit.
Not because he was hurting or in a hospital. No, apparently he'd had a fight with Sansa the night before, something concerning the fights.
Robb was feeling like shit, but he didn't want to back down…
Jon left the hospital happy to be an only child.
Then he saw Sansa.
It was that fucking café. Again.
He should stop going there.
But first he really needed to talk to her.
Jon took a deep breath and marched in her direction. She was coming out the door, eyes on her mobile, muttering to herself, a to-go cup on her hand.
"Sansa." He called when he was closer.
She looked at him –probably reflex of hearing her name –then her eyes became round. In any other situation, Jon would think it was amusing how she blushed –how fast and how red. Right now, though…
"Jon." She cleared her throat and put her phone away. "Hey."
"Hey…" He took a deep breath. Should he try a bit of small talk first? Should he say he went to see Robb that morning?
Sansa looked like she wanted nothing more than to escape. It was better to go direct to the point. "I'm sorry." He blurted out.
She arched a brow at him. "What for? Giving me an orgasm?"
That made Jon speechless. Totally, completely speechless. He was pretty sure he forgot how to breathe too.
"Besides, in case you've forgotten…" She cleared her throat. "I kind of jumped on you."
"I…" Jon closed his mouth and reflected on it. He wouldn't say she jumped on him, but… Yeah… She kissed him first. "I just thought… You looked so angry…"
"Yes, because my stupid brother was at the hospital because of that stupid fight." She rolled her eyes. Then she gave him a look. "I wasn't angry at you. Sorry if that's what you thought."
"I was rough with you." He indicated.
"Yeah, sure, and I hated it." Her voice was dripping sarcasm. "Did I ask you to stop?"
"No…" Jon said slowly.
"So it was just rough enough." She grumbled, crossing her arms. "Can we not talk about this?"
"It's just…" Jon bit his lower lip. "We didn't use protection."
Sansa groaned and pressed her temples with her fingers. "I know. I'm going to get tested."
"How about we both get tested and exchange exams?" He offered carefully.
Sansa opened her mouth, then closed. She seemed to think about it for a minute. "That's actually a great idea. Thank you."
Jon nodded. "How about…"
She arched a brow when he didn't continue. "Yes?"
There was something on her face… He was pretty sure she knew exactly what he was talking about, but she was just making it difficult for him.
"Pregnancy." He finally muttered the one word.
Sansa seemed thoughtful for a minute. "Quite possible." She finally said. "We didn't use protection, I'm pretty sure I was ovulating last night…"
Jon looked a bit panicked. Did women really know this things?
Sansa rolled her eyes. "I'm joking, Snow. I take the pill since I was 15."
Jon gave her an unamused look. "So funny, Stark."
"Look, we're cool. When we have the results, we exchange them, and…"
Their gazes found each other and locked.
Jon licked his lips. "And?"
"And… We chalk this up as an error in judgment and never talk about it again. Deal?"
No! No deal. What did she mean by… Lord, what was wrong with him?
"Deal." He agreed.
"Great."
Sure, great.
Just peachy.
Notes: There we have it.
Theon knows (oh shit...)
Robb is an idiot.
Jon is a potato.
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