Notes: Hey, guys.

Before anything else, I'm sorry for not posting last week as I said I would.

Someone poisoned my cat. He lived with my parents in my hometown, so my dad called me and I went there. He still died, so I spent the weekend locked in my room, crying a lot. Then I had a ridiculous fight with my parents, but we were all so tired and emotional that it got blown out of proportion. Cue in: more crying. I had the worst weekend ever, and I couldn't even think about writing.

But now I'm back, and full of posts. You guys can go crazy, because I have a chapter here, the last one of "Coffee", a new one for my new fanfic and a one-shot! Yes! A lot of JonSa for you all today. I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you so much for the amazing comments. You're the best.

Enjoy it.

Warning: hot sex ahead ;)

Chapter 8

Sansa hadn't been in a party since she began the University. When she was in high school she was a social butterfly; she had places to go every single weekend.

She was dating Joffrey then, and his father let him do whatever he wanted, including having parties every weekend in the house.

Back then, she felt like this made her so cool: she had a rich boyfriend, who threw the coolest parties and she got to play hostess for him. She wore the best clothes and her friends envied her.

After everything that happened with him –the bruises, the broken nose, the cheating –Sansa had just stopped. She noticed how much effort she'd put on making him love her: the clothes she wore were for him, the parties she "hosted" were so he could show her off like a toy, the sex she got was to please only him –never her –and all the "I love yous" were just another way to control her.

After things ended –and that was a way too simple word for what happened –she'd just avoided everything: the parties, the clothes, the friends.

Sansa didn't know where she ended and Joffrey started; she didn't know what her tastes were and what were the ones he forced on her.

It took her a while before she started going out again and dressing up again. She wouldn't let Joffrey destroy more of her than he already had, but she needed to figure out who she was.

There was also a lot of crying during this time, she hid herself from her family. Robb was the only one that knew exactly what had happened. She figured Theon knew as well, because he was her brother's shadow, but if he knew it, he never commented.

She did go back to her old self after a while, being away at King's Landing did help. She wasn't exactly the same Sansa of before; she wasn't as bitchy or naïve as she'd been, but she recovered.

She just didn't have the time and patience for parties anymore.

This time, however, she was curious. She wondered why Margaery had invited her personally. She could've sent her a message, an invite on Facebook, asked one of her friends to do it… But no. She chose to come and invite Sansa personally.

Maybe she thought Sansa would feel honored if she did. A lot of people would feel like rockstars if the Tyrell Rose gave them attention.

Sansa, on the other hand, was mistrustful. Not enough to refuse the invitation, but enough to be careful about it.

Jeyne had been delighted to know she'd been invited to the party –Sansa didn't tell her about Margaery's wording –and wanted to play dress up.

Sansa accepted it –to an extent. She was happy to fix her hair –she loved her hair –she was okay with some makeup, but she wasn't about to wear high heels or a short dress. Jeyne huffed and puffed, but eventually agreed.

She wore flat sandals –Jeyne screeched at them –that were golden with crystals. She put a short –but not that short –white dress, that was simply and classy; then put her hair on a messy fishtail braid.

She looked good, but the most important: she felt good and pretty when she looked in the mirror and Sansa learned that this was the most important part.

So she grabbed her bag and left the house.

xXx

Margaery lived in the best sorority house in campus, and the only one that hosted parties. It was bloody ridiculous and super exclusive; not everyone was allowed on those parties.

Jeyne wouldn't stop saying that as they entered the house. Inside it was as packed as Sansa expected it to be, but only the "cool kids" were there. There was loud music and people walking around with cups in their hands.

"Sansa, darling."

The redhead arched a brow as Margaery came in her direction, a huge smile on her face. She hugged Sansa and gave her two air kisses, before turning to Jeyne and doing exactly the same.

This woman deserved an Oscar.

"I'm so glad you two could make it." Margery spoke with a perfect smile. "Your brother is already here."

Sansa arched a brow. "Robb is here?"

"Yes, with his boys. I bet he's dying to see his sister."

What the fuck was Margaery up to?

But if she thought she could play Sansa she was out of her mind. Sansa had to hide a lot of what she felt around Joffrey -so he wouldn't turn on her -and her family -so they wouldn't know what was going on -so it was easy for her to smile pleasantly at Margaery.

"Thank you so much. Where is he?"

"Kitchen." Margaery winked at her and left with some excuse about checking on something else.

"That was weird." Jeyne commented as soon as their "host" left. "Kind of scary too. Including you."

"She's up to something." Sansa informed Jeyne. "I want to find out what."

"You think she's trying to get her claws on Robb?" Jeyne asked, an interested look in her eyes.

"I'm pretty sure she's already gotten her claws on him. Probably a lot more too." Sansa wrinkled her nose.

Jeyne snorted. "Are you going to talk to him?"

"I've been avoiding him since the hospital." Sansa admitted.

"Because you chickened out and didn't call your parents?" Jeyne guessed.

"I'm stupid." Sansa sighed. "Anyway, I don't want to talk to my brother right now."

"Well, then you should start moving, because he's about to spot you."

"What?" Sansa turned on the direction Jeyne was looking and -sure enough -there was Robb, scanning the room like he was looking for someone.

Sansa had a feeling he was actually looking for her, and the feeling proved to be correct. When Robb's eyes found her, he frowned -or a part of his face did, since he wasn't much better than he was the last time she saw him.

Theon was by his right -shit, she'd forgotten about Theon again -and behind him…

Oh great! Jon Snow.

Who the hell gave that man the right to be that hot? Honestly, he was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans! This wasn't a hot attire.

Maybe it's because you know what's underneath it, a voice inside her head snickered.

Sansa decided to ignore it, like she'd been doing on these last days. She'd tried to stop thinking about what happened, but it was impossible. She'd never felt anything that intense in her life.

She wondered if that made her pathetic.

"I've gotta go." She whispered to Jeyne. "Can you distract them?"

Jeyne rolled her eyes. "I got this. Go."

Sansa gave her friend a grateful look, before making her escape. She went to the kitchen for a while, grabbed a drink –one she didn't even plan on drinking –before going further inside the house.

The second floor was off limits, so she decided to check other parts of the house.

She found a door and tried to open it. The doorknob turned easily and she pushed the door open. "Is there someone in here?" She called.

There was no answer, so she entered the room. It was a studying room. Sansa rolled her eyes, imagining that this was probably the only fraternity on campus that would have something this fancy for studying. If it was even used for that.

She was quite surprised to find it empty; it did look like a good snogging spot. Then again, maybe it was too early in the night for proper snogging; people were probably still too sober for that.

She decided it was a good place to hide out for a little bit, so she pulled her mobile and sat on the loveseat.

She wasn't sure of how long she'd stayed there, but when the door opened, she cursed herself for not locking it.

Then she cursed double when she saw it was Harry Hardyng.

"Hey, Stark." He gave her a sunny smile. "Exactly who I was looking for."

Lovely. "I was just leaving." She declared standing up.

Quite predictably, Harry blocked her way to the door. "Come on, Stark. I just got here."

"That's exactly why I'm leaving." She told him, a sweet smile on her face.

His face got red at that. Harry wasn't used to hearing "no". He took a step forward and Sansa took a step back. It was a reflex, because he reminded her of Joffrey.

Joffrey at first had appeared to be harmless, until he proved how much harm he could cause.

"Come on, Ice Queen. We had fun the other time."

Now he was calling her Ice Queen to her face. Wow, she must have really stepped on his male ego.

"We didn't." She informed him.

"Not my fault you're…"

"What?" A voice demanded from behind them. "What is she, Hardyin?"

Harry turned around and found Robb there. "Relax, Stark." He gave Robb a cocky smile. "We're just talking."

"No, you aren't talking to my sister." Robb growled, coming inside the room. "Get the fuck out."

"Feeling brave just 'cause you got Bolton?" Harry challenged.

"Listen here…" Robb advanced against Harry and Sansa put herself in the middle.

"Stop this." She told them firmly.

"Listen to your dear little sister, Stark." Harry sneered at Robb.

Sansa saw Robb closing his hand on a fist and pushed him back. "You're not going to use me as an excuse for a fight."

Robb looked at her in shock. "Excuse for a fight?" He looked appalled by the idea. "I'm not!"

"Maybe she knows you're going to get your arse kicked." Harry taunted. "You've been losing quite a few fights."

"Shut up, Hardyng." Sansa hissed at him.

"Should I make him shut up?" Another person asked and Sansa felt like groaning.

Great.

Jon had arrived at the scene, with Theon and Jeyne behind him.

Harry might be cocky, but he wasn't stupid. He might think he could take on Robb, but he wasn't about to challenge the Crow.

Still, he had his male ego to protect, so Harry stuffed his chest before leaving –making sure to knock his shoulder against Theon's on the way out.

"Is everything alright?" Jon asked the siblings.

Robb had a hard look on his face. He murmured a "fine", before leaving. Sansa took two steps forward, considering stopping her brother, but then let him go. Theon hurried after him and Jeyne hurried after Theon, leaving Sansa and Jon alone.

Totally alone.

"Are you okay?" He asked, this time directly at her.

"Sure. Hardyng is just an arsehole." She grumbled, moving closer to the door.

Maybe she should call it a night.

Jon was still standing by the door, and he stopped her when she tried to pass. His hand gripped hers gently. "Did he touch you?" He asked, a frown on his face.

"No."

"Sansa…"

"He didn't." She insisted. "I don't know if he would have, but he never got the chance."

"Good." Jon said approvingly.

Sansa arched a brow in his direction. "Excuse you?"

Jon shrugged. "You just said he's an arsehole." He indicated.

"Yes, I just don't see how this is any of your business."

It was his turn to arch a brow on her direction.

Sansa felt her whole face getting red. "We agreed to never talk about it again." She protested weakly.

Jon's eyes took her in –all of her, from bottom to top –and Sansa felt her whole body heating up. It was fucking ridiculous he could get her like this with just a look.

"We did." He agreed, his voice low. Then he pushed the door closed, leaving them alone in the privacy of the room. "We never said anything about actually doing it again."

Sansa couldn't believe his nerve!

They were close again and Jon was looking at her lips like he could already taste them. "Should I open the door?" He asked her, clearly asking for permission.

She should say yes. She should tell him to open the freaking door and let her get the hell out of there.

Obviously that wasn't what came out of her mouth.

"No." She murmured.

That was when he kissed her.

xXx

This was one of his worst ideas ever. He should have more control, he should think before doing shit like that.

But could he think around Sansa Stark? No, he couldn't. He went around acting like a savage.

They were on a party, in a house full of people. Robb was there somewhere. Did he think of that?

No! The only thing he could think about was kissing her again. It would be helpful if she said no, if she told him to fuck off. Instead, she was kissing him as hard as he was kissing her.

Jon gave up on rational thought at this point.

He pressed her against the wood of the door and kissed her like he'd been thinking about for the last days. What was the use of denying it?

Sansa's hands sank into his hair and he shuddered as her nails grazed his scalp. He wanted to take her apart, piece by piece, and find all her weak spots, like she'd found his.

He was considering slowing down a bit, perhaps suggesting they took this somewhere a bit more comfortable -there was a couch right there -but Sansa was opening his belt.

When she got her hand inside his pants and his boxers, around him, he forgot how to breathe. "Goddammit, Stark." He murmured against her lips.

"Shut up, Snow." Her voice was so breathless, it sounded way more like an endearment than a command.

His hand dove under her dress, up her thighs, until he found the spot he was looking for. At the first touch of his fingers she moaned against his lips and he nearly came undone.

Who the hell was Sansa Stark to have this much power over him?

"Tell me this time you have a condom." She breathed against his ear, still panting from the way he was working his fingers on her.

"Aye."

He pulled his wallet off his back pocket. Normally, Jon was a very responsible guy, he always had condoms with him, in his wallet, even if he didn't think he'd need them. That night was an aberration. Besides, he didn't keep his wallet on his pants when he fought.

He wanted to say all of this to her, that he wasn't an irresponsible wanker, but he didn't feel the moment was appropriate for that.

So he focused on putting the condom on, while she pushed her panties down her legs. They kissed frantically, tongues and teeth clashing together. Then Jon spun Sansa around.

She gasped in surprise, her palms flat against the door.

"Ok?" Jon asked softly.

Her shoulders relaxed and she nodded.

His lips attacked her neck as his hands brought her dress up, bunching it up around her waist. When he entered her this time, it wasn't as hard or angry as the last time, but still wasn't slow and sweet.

"Oh my god…" She murmured and Jon was lost.

If someone was behind that door, they'd know exactly what was going on in there. It was unmistakable: the moans, the thumping of the wood. They probably should think about all of that, but none of these thoughts even crossed Jon's head; not with the way she wrapped around him, or the smell of her hair, or the sound of her voice.

His hand fell from her waist, to touch her, to help her go over, and it worked like magic. Sansa gasped louder than before, then bit her lip hard as she tried to control her voice. Jon followed soon after.

When they were done, Jon held one of her hands, as she leaned her forehead against the door, trying to catch her breath and he leaned his against her shoulder.

He wanted to stay there longer, but he needed to move, throw away the condom, probably talk to her.

Jon took a step back and turned around to take care of the condom. When he turned back Sansa was pulling her panties back up and smoothing the dress.

She was also muttering to herself.

"Stupid, stupid!"

Oh shit… "Sansa…"

"How can I be this stupid?" She snapped at him, even though she was apparently talking to herself. "I'm not this type of girl."

"Hey, I didn't…"

"I'm not irresponsible or easy." She ranted on, like he wasn't even there. "This is so wrong."

"Sansa, this isn't wrong." At least he didn't think it was. They were both consenting adults, so there was nothing wrong.

Right?

"We don't even like each other." She was still ignoring him.

Jon felt his stomach churning. She thought he didn't like her? She didn't like him?

"Sansa…"

"I'm serious. This was the last time." Now she was finally looking at him like she saw him. "No more of this."

Then she opened the door and left.

Jon never thought he'd missed the day she'd punched him.

Notes: So... They did it again. What a shock... lol

Margaery is up to something. What would it be?

Harry is a prick.

Sansa freaked out, Jon should learn how to properly communicate with women after sex... But well...

I hope you enjoyed it!

Next chapter we'll have the explanation for many things that happened on this chapter.

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