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Chapter 11

Sansa would love to say she'd completely forgotten her conversation with Jon. Of course, if she did say that, she'd be lying. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.

Once she'd decided how she'd handle Margaery and whatever she was up to, it was easy to put the girl -partially – out of her mind; she'd have to wait and see what the Tyrell Rose did, before she could plan her next step.

Jon, on the other hand…

What the hell was wrong with him? Who goes around offering to…? She was not considering the 'offer'. At all.

She was a relationship kind of girl. And she wasn't actually looking for a relationship right now. Much less one with Jon Snow.

As if.

They were completely different from each other, a relationship between them would never work. Not that she'd put a lot of thought into it.

Because she hadn't.

She'd barely considered the idea, because it was ridiculous.

So maybe -just maybe -she was wearing her faux leather mini skirt, but it didn't mean she was planning anything. She didn't even know if Jon was going to be at the Red Keep. She'd been there a few times since she started studying at the University, and she was pretty sure she'd have seen him if he'd been there.

That the miniskirt made her legs look endless - and made her feel particularly hot - had nothing to do with it. Maybe it was a good idea to go to the Red Keep and flirt with someone else. Prove to herself that Jon Snow wasn't all that much, and she could find another guy like him easily.

Well, aren't we delusional?

Why did she have Theon's voice in her head? If there was one thing she didn't need in her life was Theon's voice giving her any kind of advice.

Jeyne whistled low when she saw Sansa. "You look hot."

Sansa's hand smoothed her skirt for a second. "Thanks."

Jeyne arched a brow. "Are we expecting to see a certain fighter?"

Sansa glared at her friend. "No. Obviously."

Jeyne made a show of looking Sansa up and down again. "Sure… 'Cause hooker boots and easy-access skirts are things you wear everyday."

Sansa just glared harder.

Jeyne snorted. "Come on. The guy offered to be your fuck buddy. Seriously, if he'd offered to be mine, I'd be on his room now, studying his ceiling."

Sansa decided to ignore that, as the two left the house and started walking.

"You know what I heard?"

Sansa groaned. "Jeyne…"

"That he's a pro at eating girls out."

"JEYNE!"

"I'm just curious. Is he?" She pressed, intrigued.

"I wouldn't know." Sansa mumbled.

"Really?"

"We always did… It… Kinda in a hurry." Sansa said, not sure why she was explaining this to Jeyne. She felt her whole face getting hot.

"Well, then call him!" Jeyne stopped walking and grasped Sansa's arm. The redhead watched with an arched brow her friend's theatric. "Sansa, call that man and command him to go down on you."

Sansa rolled her eyes. "Stop being ridiculous, Jeyne."

"Sansa! Come on. Why are you not hitting that, repeatedly?"

"I…" Sansa took a deep breath. "I just think…" She paused again.

"You have no idea why you're making this so complicated, do you?" Jeyne commented bemused.

"Shut up."

XxX

Jon hardly ever went to the Red Keep; it was overpriced and full of wankers like Hardyng and even Bolton, on occasion.

He knew Ramsay had been kicked out of the place recently, so there was a chance he wouldn't be around. Besides, the fucker had been keeping a low profile since Robb kicked his arse.

Jon wasn't so sure about Hardyng, but after what happened in the last party, Harry would probably turn tail and run if he came across Robb and Jon at the same place.

Still, Jon wasn't sure why Robb had decided he wanted to go to the Red Keep today; it wasn't his usual pub as well. Robb preferred Wintertown, while Jon himself preferred Castle Black.

However, they were there, Jon was the designated driver -he wasn't sure how he got that function -and he was starting to think there was something fishy about this whole ordeal.

Then he saw Margaery Tyrell holding court by the bar.

Of course.

Robb was so fucking predictable.

"How did he know she was going to be here?" He asked Theon, a resigned sigh.

"Facebook." Theon informed him. "Apparently there's a 'girl's night' thingy going on."

"Great." Jon grumbled. "What's up with these two now?"

"Something happened at that party." Theon told him. "I'm not sure what, but they were talking before the whole Harry thing. Thing is…" The other man sighed. "Robb wants to date her."

Jon made a face. "He wants to date Margaery Tyrell?"

"Yup."

Poor sod. Margaery Tyrell didn't date, not normally. She went around with some guys, flirted a lot, but she didn't commit, not unless the guy was basically royalty. The last time she'd actually dated someone he was the younger brother of the Prime Minister.

Robb was a great guy, but Margaery saved herself for way bigger fish than he was.

Still… Margaery wasn't the type of girl that published where she was going to be; she posted pictures after, exactly because this way people couldn't find her if she didn't want to be found. Why the hell was she advertising stuff like that?

They managed to grab a spot in one of the ledges. It gave them a good view of the rest of the place, but they had a more secluded corner.

Jon had just turned to ask Robb what he wanted to drink -he was going to get this first round -when Theon went -literally -slack-jawed. "Hot damn."

Robb and Jon looked at the same time, to see what had gotten Theon's attention. It was Sansa and her friend Jeyne.

"Fuck." Jon cursed under his breath.

Robb -fortunately -was too busy slapping Theon in the back of his head to hear Jon. "That's my sister." He growled.

"Not my fault your sister is hot was fuck." Theon replied.

Jon would probably have kicked Theon for that one, but he'd have to stop looking at Sansa first, and it wasn't an easy task. Was that a leather skirt? Jesus Fucking Christ!

And those boots? They made her legs look even more amazing than they already looked. Not even the simple navy sweater she was wearing on top of it made it all less hot. Mostly because Jon knew how amazing it felt to have those legs around him. And because of the boots.

The knee-high boots.

He could picture her…

No. He was going to stop there.

He wasn't going to picture anything regarding those boots.

Sansa didn't see them at all, she entered the pub and went straight in Margaery's direction.

"Oh shit." Robb groaned.

Well, this night just got interesting.

XxX

"Sansa darling!" Margaery opened her arms when she saw Sansa, then gave her air kisses on both cheeks.

Sansa gave her a polite smile, then watched as the Tyrell did the exact same thing with Jeyne.

Margaery introduced them to the other girls briefly, then asked if they wanted a drink.

"I'll have whatever you're having." Sansa replied, as she sat by Margaery on one of the stools.

Margaery asked the bartender for a martini, before telling Sansa -in a conspiratorial way -that it was the only half-decent drink they prepared in that place.

Sansa waited until she took a sip of her martini -definitely not the best one she'd ever tried -before turning to Margaery. "So, let's cut the chase. What do you want?"

Jeyne, who'd just taken a sip of her beer, almost choked on it.

Margaery arched a brow, an amused grin on her lips. "What makes you think I want anything?"

"I've been studying here for months now, Tyrell." Sansa indicated dryly. "And now, out of nowhere, you decide you want to be friends? Don't insult my intelligence."

Margaery's grin became a full smile, full of mischief. "I wouldn't dream of it, Stark."

"Then tell me what you want." Sansa insisted. "This way we can stop with this nonsense."

"Fine." Margaery conceded, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "I got curious about you."

"Why?" Sansa asked.

"Because of Jon Snow."

Of all the reasons Sansa could've imagined for Margaery wanting to talk to her, Jon never even crossed her mind. To be quite honest, she was sure it was either because of Robb or because of Harry.

But because of Jon? Why the hell?

Sansa had heard enough about Margaery Tyrell to know that a guy like Jon wouldn't even show on her radar. Jon might be kind of good looking -okay, fine, whatever, he was hot as fuck -but Margaery didn't care about that if there wasn't something else behind it.

So why did she care about Jon? And why did she think that Sansa had…

Oh fuck.

Shit.

Double fucking shit.

She knew!

Fortunately, Sansa had managed to keep her confused face on. "What do I have to do with Jon Snow?" She managed to ask, the correct amount of incredulity on her voice.

"I saw the way he looked at you that first night." Margaery indicated. "And all the other nights after that. Snow hasn't looked at a girl since Ygritte… That makes one wonder."

Ygritte? Who the fuck was Ygritte? Sansa wasn't liking this conversation one bit.

"I don't see what this has to do with me." She shrugged, trying to come out as nonchalant.

"Normally, I would say nothing." Margaery commented, a casual grace on her moves. "Maybe he has a thing for redheads, since Ygritte was one too. But then…" Here she turned to Sansa, a look of triumph on her face. "You two sure got cozy at my party."

Sansa had no idea if Margaery knew this for a fact, or if she was trying to play her, either way… She was not falling for it. "Did we?"

"No need to pretend, Sansa." Margaery laughed sweetly. "We're among friends here."

Sansa didn't try to hold in her snort. "I don't see how this is any of your business."

"I like to know what's going on around here." She replied simply. "It's always good be informed."

Sansa drained her drink, then leaned in, closer to Margaery. "You'll have to keep wondering. Stay away from my business." Sansa was about to turn to leave, when she decided to just say it. "And while you're at it, stay the hell away from my brother. He's way too good for you."

Margaery's eyebrows almost disappeared on her hairline, but Sansa didn't wait for her reaction. She knew what she wanted to know. She was getting the fuck out of there.

XxX

"That was awesome! Well, it was probably social suicide too, but who cares?"

Sansa sighed. "I know I don't."

Jeyne patted her on the back. "It was still pretty cool, Stark. She deserved that. Do you want to go home?"

"No, not really." She didn't want to go back to her room, or she'd drive herself crazy thinking about what Margaery said. "I'll take a deep breath and then go back inside."

"Do you want me to stay with you?" Jeyne offered.

"No, I'm good." She gave her friend a weak smile. "Go on. I'll see you inside in a bit."

"Okay…" Jeyne agreed, though she looked doubtful.

Sansa sighed once she saw herself alone.

She couldn't believe the nerve of that woman. She did feel like she should give Margaery credits for her guts, but not when it was at the cost of Sansa's privacy.

And she wanted to be pissed by another million reasons -what the hell did Robb see on that woman? -but most of all… She wanted to know who Ygritte was.

That made her feel like an idiot. It wasn't any of her business any girl that Jon had dated in the past. Besides, she was pretty sure Margaery had just mentioned it to get a rise out of Sansa.

It wasn't her problem whoever Jon had dated before.

And there was nothing wrong in repeating that constantly.

They weren't a couple anyway. And she didn't want to date him.

Specially because he wouldn't want to date her.

He just wanted to f…

"Why are you out here alone?"

Sansa huffed, exasperated, as she turned to face Jon Snow. "What's with you popping out everywhere I go? I feel stalked."

She shouldn't have looked at him. He was wearing his man bun today, and that thing did things to her… It was also the first time she saw him wearing something that wasn't completely black. Actually, he was wearing jeans and a light grey sweater.

Should she think he looked delicious? Probably not.

Did she? Oh yes…

Jon snorted. "Don't flatter yourself, princess. Your brother wanted to come here."

Sansa groaned. "Of course he did. Idiot."

Jon put his hands on his pocket and leaned on the wall beside her. "What happened with you two?"

"She wanted to know what's between us." Sansa informed him.

Jon arched a brow. "Why?"

"She said she likes knowing."

Jon snorted, but then he looked bemused. "What did you say?"

"Oh, just that we've been fucking in empty rooms." Sansa told him dryly.

Jon chuckled. "Ok, ok. Sorry I asked."

"You should be." She grumbled. "The nerve on that woman… What does Robb see in her?"

Jon shrugged. "He says she's different when it's just them." He said simply.

Sansa chose not to comment on that. Robb was an adult and he could go out with whoever he wanted to. Though, considering he was participating on illegal fights, maybe his judgement wasn't as good as she used to think it was.

Still… As much as she thought Robb and Margaery weren't good for each other, it was her brother's choice. Nobody died of a broken heart.

But people did die of concussions, so…

She turned again to Jon, when she realized he was just standing there. "What exactly are you doing here?" She asked, voice colored with suspicion.

"Just checking on you." He said honestly. "We saw you leaving; your brother went to talk to Margaery, I decided to see you."

She was fighting a smirk. "See me or the leather skirt?"

Jon let his eyes drop for a second. "It's a pretty skirt." He spoke.

Sansa snorted, but then again… "Do the boys know you're out here with me?"

Jon looked a bit suspicious. "No. They probably think I left for some quiet time."

Sansa hummed her understanding and a grin broke on Jon's face. "What do you have in mind?"

She shouldn't do this. It was such a stupid idea, this was a disaster waiting to happen… But then again… "Do you know anywhere close?"

She was sure she didn't need to tell him why she was asking, or why it had to be close by. Jon was many things, but stupid -or slow -wasn't one of them.

"Depends on how adventurous you're feeling tonight." His voice had gone rough, and Sansa knew very well what that meant for her.

What was this man doing to her?

She cleared her throat. "Why?"

"Cause the only place I can offer right now is the backseat of my car." He informed her honestly.

Well… Damn.

Sansa had never -ever -had sex in a car before. Her previous sexual experiences had been pretty tame and disappointing. Something told her that sex in a car with Jon would be anything, but these two things.

"Ok." She agreed, her voice coming out breathless and soft.

Jon seemed shocked by her acceptance, but grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the building, then through the parking lot. They walked to a black car that was -fortunately -father than the others, on a spot not so well illuminated.

There wasn't anyone around, just them.

Jon stopped before opening the door. "Are you sure about this?"

"You're having second thoughts?" She asked, a bit of apprehension coming out on her voice.

"About you?" He snorted. "No. But the other times we did this, we were in a hurry, got caught in the moment… I just want you to be sure."

It was kind of sweet of him… But Sansa didn't want sweet, especially from him.

She pressed her body against his, pressing him against the car. "I'm very sure about this." She spoke, her lips really close to his.

Jon grinned. "What about the whole 'never again' thing?" He teased, even though he let his lips brush hers.

Sansa pulled her head back and arched a brow. "If you aren't interested…"

Jon turned around and pressed her back against the car. "Don't worry, I am." Then he kissed her to prove his point.

Sansa was worried that it'd be terrible: now that they weren't caught in a crazy moment, now that she had time to think and make a decision, she feared it wouldn't be half as exciting.

She should've known better.

It took just a second for her to remember why she let herself get caught in Jon's kisses twice. His mouth on her felt fucking amazing and he made her burst into flames.

They kissed furiously, until Jon took a step back. "In you go." He indicated the door.

Yes, better do that now.

Of course, Jon had to actually unlock the door of the car before she managed to climb in the backseat.

He actually couldn't believe he'd suggested something like that to Sansa Fucking Stark! Sex on the backseat of his car? He even wanted to apologize for said car -only God knew what she was used to -but as soon as he climbed in after her, she pulled him for another kiss.

Jon hadn't snogged on the backseat since he was… 17, maybe? He'd forgotten how uncomfortable and awkward it could be.

He was starting to regret offering it, when Sansa crawled on his lap and straddled him.

Okay… This was… Yeah… Definitely doable.

The ceiling was a bit low, but Sansa didn't seem bothered at all, so Jon just went with it. There was a bit of struggle to get his Henley off, then another to get her sweater off. They ended pulling her camisole along. As Jon sat there, staring at her white bra, he realized it was the first time he saw her this way, without a shirt.

His hands cupped her breasts, while he kept kissing her. Sansa moved her hips over his, and Jon wanted to stop her, wanted to beg her to keep going forever… This woman was going to kill him.

He pulled the cup of her bra down, then took her in his mouth and Sansa cursed above him, her hips stuttering on their rhythm. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Jon…" She moaned, and it almost unmade him. They needed to hurry this.

Jon pulled her for another long kiss. "We have to…"

"Get a condom." She whispered to him, before climbing out of his lap.

It would have been funny, if they weren't in such a hurry; Sansa pulling her panties down her legs, while he opened his pants and put the condom on. Maybe he should invest on a car with a bigger backseat…

Or convince her to go to a more comfortable place, you wanker.

Jon ignored this thought as Sansa climbed back on his lap.

He took a minute to drink her in. Her hair was a mess -he was pretty sure he'd run his hands a thousand times through it -her mouth was red, because of their kisses, and her bra was still on, but it wasn't actually covering anything.

He was convinced he'd never seen her looking prettier.

"I'm not sure of how…" She cleared her throat.

Right. She was inexperienced. Jon already hated her prick of an ex, but the more he found out, the more he had to hate.

"Come here." He told her gently. "I'll help you."

She suddenly seemed shy, so Jon went slowly, as he put his hand on her waist to help her move. Sansa guided him into position, then sunk slowly.

"Oh fuck." Jon cursed.

Sansa giggled. "Indeed."

Jon snorted, then kissed her for the cheek.

It certainly wasn't as hard and as desperate as all the other times. Even though there was a certain urgency -they were in a car, after all -there was also a certain calm to what they were doing. He felt like they were savoring each other, like this was truly the first time they were doing this properly.

Sansa's fingers sunk on his hair, as she moved above him, and her mouth found his again for a deep kiss.

His fingers tightened on her waist, and he'd probably be concerned with bruises, if it wasn't the same moment she came, her moans spilling on his mouth.

Moving around and putting clothes back on was bit more akward and uncomfortable this time around, but, at least this time, Sansa wasn't hurring to scape him.

"We need to find a bed next time." He informed her.

She turned to him, that damn arched brow back again, and for a second he thought she'd deny the possibility. "Really? Why?"

"I'd like to take my time one of these days." He told her, a smug look on his face. "Eat you out."

She felt an electric current taking over her body by the mere suggestion. Sansa cleared her throat. "I think it'd be a great moment for you to give me your number."

Jon chuckled. "This can be the start of a beautiful friendship, Stark."

Sansa snorted. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Snow."

Notes: So, here's the thing... Jon and Sansa don't know each other. Not truly. They just know they like having sex with each other. They aren't friends with benefits, because they aren't friends. This is about to change ;)

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