Notes: OMG! Did this take forever or what?

I am soooooo sorry. I know that my now my words probably mean nothing *drama queen mode on* but I really am sorry. These last weekes have been insane.

I'm really sorry for all the delay and the wait, and the fact that this chapter could be better and longer T.T

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Chapter 10

Jon was trying to fight off a smile. It wasn't an easy task, since Sansa had all but stomped her feet when she heard his voice.

Maybe he should feel bad that he caused this kind of reaction on her, but he was stuck on finding it strangely adorable.

"What the hell do you want, Snow?" She groaned, leaning her head against the shelf in front of her and refusing to turn to him.

"I think we should talk." He informed her simply.

He waited anxiously as she took a deep breath. He didn't know what he'd do if she said she didn't want to talk to him. Well, probably he'd respect it, but he'd still feel like crap.

But, after what felt like forever, she took one long breath and said, "Ok. We can talk."

Jon was still reeling from the surprise, when she turned to him. He wondered if he'd ever get used to how fucking beautiful she was. There she was, standing in front of him, not one bit of makeup, looking like she wanted to kill him, and he still wanted to kiss her.

"Are you going to hit me?" He asked.

Sansa groaned. "Jesus, you're such a masochist. Do you really enjoy getting punched that much?"

"No." Jon rolled his eyes. "I just think you might feel better if you do."

Sansa snorted. "Well, I still think you just have some weird kink."

Jon decided he didn't want to talk about his kinks with Sansa Stark. At least, not at the present moment. "Look, I just want to…" He took a deep breath. "Last night, after we…"

Sansa put her hand up, silencing him. He could see that she was bright red, and maybe she was worried that he was about to announce to the whole library they had fucked.

"I want to say I'm sorry." She spoke, once again catching him by surprise. "I know you probably think I'm insane, and I'm starting to think I am, but I didn't run because of you."

By the end of her sentence she could barely look at him, and Jon just wanted to bring back that confident Sansa that had no problem in telling him to sod off.

"First of all, I don't think you're insane, neither should you." He told her, taking one step closer. He wanted to touch her shoulder, but he didn't. "We got caught up in a moment and once it passed…" He took a breath. "Once it passed, there was a bit of panic."

Sansa gave a humorless laugh. "A bit? You're being way too nice now, because I ran away from you." Then she seemed to realize what she's just said. "Not that I ran because of you!" She hurried to assure him. "That wasn't the case. I ran because…"

"Because…" Jon encouraged her gently.

"Because I never do things like that." She finally finished. "I'm not impulsive and I don't…" She looked around, apparently really concerned about being overheard. "I don't have sex with random guys." She whispered.

"Random?" Jon arched a brow.

She groaned. "You know what I mean!" Sansa protested. "I always thought it was important to be in a relationship to have sex, okay? I don't even like the idea of casual sex. I don't think it's for me."

Jon's brow was still very arched, and it basically spoke for itself.

"You're just…" She took a deep breath. She'd basically humiliated herself already. What was the difference in telling him just this other thing? "You're the second guy I've ever…"

Now Jon looked positively astounded. "Second?" He repeated, his mouth agape.

Sansa felt her cheeks getting redder by the second. "Yes. So when I say I don't do things like these…"

"I get it." Jon cleared his throat.

"And I know it's going to sound hard to believe, but I'm not angry at you." She continued. "Not on this subject, anyway." She completed with a grin. "I'm angry at myself, for my lack of control."

"Is that your roundabout way of saying I'm irresistible?" Jon teased lightly.

She groaned. "Shut up."

Jon got serious again. "Listen, Sansa, I just want to be sure that I haven't… I don't know, taken advantage of you, I guess."

She rolled her eyes. "You haven't. This is just strange for me."

Jon was looking at her like he was trying to read her mind and Sansa had to control the urge to squirm.

"Now what?" He finally asked and Sansa could swear his voice came out husky.

Oh no. She wasn't falling for this trap again.

She took a step back, putting her side against the shelf, instead of her back. "Now… We can go our separate ways, I guess."

Jon rested his elbow against the shelf, they were face to face and his eyes were swallowing her whole.

Oh shit.

"I think I've heard this one before." He informed her.

Sansa narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm very serious."

Jon shrugged, but there was a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe you are. But if you change your mind… You know where to find me."

"What?" Sansa sputtered. "Are you offering to be my boy toy?"

He seemed beyond amused by the term, but Jon just shrugged again.

"You've got to be kidding." She huffed.

He snorted. "Aye, because fucking you would be such a terrible chore."

"Hey!" She hit him with a book. "Don't be crass."

Jon almost laughed at that one. "Sorry, Princess Sansa."

She gave him a hard look. "Bye, Snow."

Jon chuckled. "Bye, Stark."

He waved at her and Sansa followed him with her eyes until he disappeared.

Idiot.

As if…

She'd never…

The mere idea was a joke.

As if.

XxX

Jon didn't like revisiting most moments of his past. He'd had a pretty rough childhood, even before he lost his mother.

His father had never been around –Jon had no fucks to give about the man –so Lyanna Snow, his mother, had to work a lot to raise her son.

She was a nurse, so Jon spent many nights alone as she worked double shifts, because she wanted to give her son a good education. She was a great mother and Jon knew –above everything else –that she loved him.

Still, money was short and they didn't live in a very nice neighborhood. Jon was small for his age, so older kids picked on him a lot; they said things about his mother and him, called him a bastard.

Lyanna had been furious every time he came home with a black eye or another bruise, but there was nothing they could do. Besides, Jon refused to run. It wasn't until he transferred to another school when he was 13 that things changed.

He met Edd, Pyp and Grenn then, and they taught him how to fight back. It wasn't about sport or fun, it was about not getting beaten up constantly. Jon stopped getting hit and he started punching back. He wasn't a bully or naturally violent, but if someone raised their hand to him, they sure as fuck would get it back.

Then, when he was 17, his mother was a victim on a hit-and-run. It was something so unpredictable; she was coming back from the supermarket, crossing the road… They never caught the person responsible and she died in the hospital.

Jon saw himself completely alone. A part of him wanted to sink down in despair, lay down on his bed and never get up again.

The other was ashamed of being this weak, when his mother had been so strong.

Ghost was the first step to change it all. He found the puppy abandoned inside a box and took it home. He was alone and the little beast desperately needed food.

Ghost reminded Jon that there was life out there and he still had his to live. He went back to being a dedicated student at his school, because he wanted to go to University, just like he promised his mother.

He wanted to be a judge one day, and she wanted him to do it. So Jon was going to do his best to get it done.

Even if he had to literally fight his way through University. Jon needed the money and working a normal job was difficult and it normally didn't pay as much.

Jon didn't enjoy fighting, it was just something he had to do.

He didn't expect someone like Sansa Stark or even Robb to understand it. Robb did it for the fun, like he was the modern version of Tyler Durden or some bullshit like this. Jon liked Robb –he was a great guy –but they from completely different worlds.

Sansa was from a different Universe all together. She was so high above him, it wasn't even funny.

Theon was right; Sansa was a princess and they were all commoners.

Was it stupid that he still wanted her, despite knowing all of that?

Probably.

Was it pathetic that he offered himself as her fuck buddy?

Hell yes, it was. But he didn't care, because it was probably the only thing he'd ever get from her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you now?"

Jon gave Theon a warning glare.

"Seriously, man." Theon ignored Jon's expression and just sat by him on the bench. "You've been glowering at your bag for 30 minutes."

Jon rolled his eyes at Theon's exaggeration. "Nothing." He growled.

Theon groaned. "This is about Sansa again, isn't it?" His voice was full of disgust. "Seriously? Does she have a magic pussy or something?"

"Careful with your words." Jon growled at him.

Theon's eyebrows almost disappeared on his hair line. "Oh fuck. This is rich."

"What?" Jon asked confused.

"You caught feelings!"

Seriously? That was what Jon had to put up with?

"Jesus, man! What happened? Did you forget to use a condom?"

Jon refused to answer that question.

Theon was agape at that. "You did! That's what happens, man! You catch feelings! Those things can be fatal!"

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Jon demanded, standing up. "This is a mess already, ok? I don't need you to make this worse."

"Me? There's nothing I can do to make this worse, you've probably already done something on your own." Theon scoffed.

Had he? Probably.

What was on his mind to even offer…

"Oh, fuck, Snow. What did you do?" Theon demanded, likely seeing on his face that Jon had -indeed -done something stupid. "Tell me you didn't propose."

Jon wondered when he could next fight Theon. The other man was way too cheeky.

"None of your business."

"Robb's gonna kill you if he finds out you've been fucking his sister." Theon informed him.

"I'm aware, Theon." Jon snapped at him. "Thank you very much."

"Hey, just saying." He put his hands up. "Be smart, Jon. Get the fuck away, while you can save your pride. Remember what I told you? Lady Sansa will be dating someone like dear old Harry soon enough."

Yes, Jon was quite aware of that, there was no need to rub it in.

XxX

Sansa could not believe this was her life now.

"Come again?" She asked Jeyne.

Her friend seemed amused, but she repeated herself. "Margaery Tyrell invited us for a 'girl's night out' at the Red Keep."

Sansa arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. "Tonight?"

"Tomorrow." Jeyne informed her.

Sansa snorted. "Okay. I'll go."

Now Jeyne looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yes. I'm tired of wondering. I want to know what she wants."

Jeyne grinned. "You're going to ask her?"

"Yes, I will."

"I'm so coming along."

Notes: Theon is being a fucker.

Jon is getting way too cheeky,

Sansa has some things to reflect about...

Sexy times next chapter?
Obviously ;)

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