Notes: OMG! I AM SOOOO SORRY T.T

Seriously, guys, I'm really sorry for all the delay on this work. The muse kind of left me here and went somewhere else. I have the attention span of a goldfish, and... Well, that's what happens.

But I'm back and I want to thank you all of the kind comments. Thank you for not giving up on me. I promise I'm not about to abandon this fanfiction. I have a new plan to update three works that have been left some time ago, so it might take a while for me to post another chapter, but I promise I'll be back. Many things still have to happen here.

I mean, Jon and Sansa still have to realize that this is love, not lust ;)

Hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 12

"This is bloody ridiculous." Sansa groaned as she fell back to her bed.

This was the worst idea ever. Why the hell she'd thought she could do this?

Sure, inside Jon's car, post orgasm, it seemed like a great idea to keep this thing between them going. But now, that she actually was supposed to go to his place? Now that she knew she was just going there to get laid?

It felt weird. It felt kind of wrong.

Where was that girl that liked relationships, that was a romantic? Sure, she'd been a bit naïve, but she wasn't bad; she just made bad decisions. Should Sansa throw her ideals out the window just because Jon Snow was the best sex she'd ever had?

And still… What was her basis for comparison? Joffrey Baratheon? The most selfish prick to ever exist on Earth?

She still wondered why she'd taken so long to realize who he really was. The signs had been there from the beginning: a tendency to use his last name –"Do you know who you're talking to?" -, the way he spoke about her family -and she let him -, a cruelty when referring to others and a complete lack of respect for the people who worked for his family.

Ned Stark had taught his kids to respect people -everyone -since they were very young. He was a good father and a decent man, and he'd never stand to see his children treating people as if they were beneath them.

Joffrey seemed to get off on it.

Sansa shook her head. She wasn't going to think about him now. She also wasn't going to think about Robb, who she'd been avoiding lately.

This was a mess.

If it's a mess… You might as well go and meet Snow.

Good point. But she wasn't getting all dressed up for him. It wasn't a date.

Still…

Nice lingerie would be fine.

XxX

Jon was fighting the urge to clean his apartment. He wasn't going to.

He wasn't a messy guy, just to be clear. He was actually quite fastidious with cleaning -something he learned from his mother -and he made a point to keep the place as clean as possible.

He'd cleaned the whole place the weekend before and it was still pretty much spotless. Sansa Stark coming over wasn't an event. He was not going to clean it all again because of her.

He wasn't.

Nope.

He did do the dishes, but that had nothing to do with her.

And he'd made the bed, even if it seemed a bit pointless.

And -maybe -he'd brushed Ghost, then vacuumed the dog hair from around the room. But he wasn't admitting anything.

Sansa Stark was just a girl.

Granted, she was the first woman since Ygritte that he'd invited over, but that didn't mean a lot, since he hadn't dated since they broke up. He saw some girls, but no-strings attached, and never brought them over.

He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't pinning for Ygritte, like Theon and Robb seemed convinced he was. Sam also thought that, but he was too nice to say it to his face.

Things with Ygritte had been… Intense, but mostly complicated. She was a pushy person, she wanted to mold him to her way of seeing things. They had many things in common: their love for the outdoors, their desire to help people, the simplicity with which they saw the world… But for Ygritte, it wasn't quite enough; she wanted him to see everything as she saw it. And the thing was, Ygritte had a more aggressive view on many things, and Jon was -despite of the whole fighting thing -a non-aggressive guy.

Ygritte went around with a group called "The Free Folk", who were protesters inclined to violent demonstrations. Jon wasn't that kind of person and he didn't want to be.

Their breakup had been as explosive as their whole relationship. Now, with the benefit of hindsight, he could admit that it hadn't been a good relationship for either of them.

He tried not to dwell on it, and he sure as fuck wasn't pinning.

Besides, he had invited Sansa to come over. It made sense, since she lived with more people and he lived alone.

And he wanted to be completely alone with her.

And today… Was the day.

He was avoiding thinking about Robb, before he felt like the worst friend in the world. Robb had told him just yesterday that Sansa wouldn't talk to him anymore, and he didn't know what to do.

Jon had a feeling that Sansa wasn't giving Robb the cold shoulder anymore. Or at least not completely. He thought she was avoiding him because of the whole Margaery thing and because they were… Well… Jon was almost avoiding Robb himself.

This was a mess, and Jon was an idiot for getting involved in it, but he just couldn't pull away. This thing would blow over eventually; Sansa Stark wasn't the kind of girl that went around with guys like him. She was just enjoying a bit of freedom and he was proud as fuck to be the one she chose for this, but it'd obviously be over soon.

She'd move on to someone that actually was on her league.

He might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

Ghost shot up from his bed to the door, tail waggling furiously, then howling, even before the door bell rang.

"You're pathetic." Jon informed the dog, who promptly ignored him, so focused on the euphoria of the moment.

Jon didn't need to check who was on the other side, not with the furious wagging of his dog's tail.

He pulled the door open and there was Sansa. She gave him a brief look before she lowered herself to the dog's level. "Ghost!"

Ghost almost tackled her right there in his excitement to see the redhead. Sansa laughed as she petted the huge beast, praising him as a "good boy".

Was it ridiculous that Jon was jealous of his own dog?

Fuck yeah, but at least she could've been that happy to see him, not the dog, right?

"Do you want to stay here on the hallway?" He asked as she made no move to stand up.

"No." She shook her head and got up. "Let's go inside."

She entered his apartment and Ghost adoringly followed her, leaving Jon outside. Just lovely.

He closed the door behind himself and took Sansa's jacket. She blushed as she thanked him, but she kept her attention on Ghost; she didn't look around in curiosity or even move. That was when Jon realized how nervous she was to be there with him.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked after clearing his throat. "A beer?"

"That would be great." She said eagerly, a bit too eagerly, considering it was just beer.

"Take a seat." Jon indicated the couch with his head as he went to the kitchen.

He got two beers and took a deep breath. Why the hell it was so awkward now? Sansa had been the one to call him and ask if they could meet up, so why was she so nervous?

Jon was better than this. He could talk to her, make her comfortable, and -if it was the case -he could also tell her to go without any hard feelings. This shouldn't be this complicated.

He took a deep breath, decision made as he returned to where Sansa was.

She was sitting on the couch, Ghost's head on her lap, looking at her adoringly as she petted him. Jon decided not to judge the dog; given the chance, he'd probably do the same.

"Here." Jon passed her the bottle as he sat by her side.

"Thank you." She smiled at him -a small one, but still a smile. She hesitated before taking a sip from her beer. "I'm sorry." She turned to him, sighing. "I know I texted you, but…"

"Sansa." Jon put his hand over hers. "You owe me shit." He told her honestly. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. If you don't want to do anything…"

"It's not that." She cut him, then sighed again. "I…" She took a deep breath. "I know we haven't talked about… Stuff before all…" She huffed, frustrated.

Jon just waited. He wanted to tell her again she didn't need to explain anything to him, but apparently there was something she wanted to say.

"What I'm trying to say…" She appeared even more frustrated, but it was with herself. "You already know I don't have a lot of experience, but it's probably worse than you think. And… I feel like once we actually take time to do this, you'll be very disappointed."

"Hey." He made her look at him, but kept his voice gentle. "Don't say this. I haven't been disappointed yet, and I don't believe I'll be any time soon. I think you have no idea how hot you are."

She snorted. "Snow!"

"I'm serious" He grinned at her, then took the beer from her hand and put it down on his coffee table. It was quite obvious nobody was drinking anything there. "Listen… We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Hell, we don't have to do anything at all. But don't think I'll be judging you or something."

Sansa opened her mouth, like she planned on saying something, but then pressed her lips together. Ghost, tired of being ignored, raised his head and licked her chin, making her give the dog a small smile.

"What?" Jon asked softly, because there was something on her mind and it was probably good to know.

Sansa wasn't a one-night stand -not at this point -and if they wanted this whole not-exactly-friends-with-benefits things to work, they had to talk it over.

"What you said, in the car…" She started. "About what you wanted to…"

He was amused by the blush on her cheeks and the way she couldn't just say it, even after everything. He could take pity on her and make this easier, but it wouldn't be as much fun, but he also wasn't going to torture her, so he decided for something in between. "You mean when I said I wanted to eat you out?"

She groaned and threw him a look. "You had to say it, didn't you?"

"I don't know why you can't." He teased.

She rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. "Well, yes, that." She gave him another look, but she was back to being nervous now. "I've never… Done that." She finished.

Jon was pretty sure she was gaping at her, but he couldn't help it. "Your boyfriend never…"

"No, he never." She cut before he finished that sentence.

"For fuck's sake, Sansa." He groaned. "Can I punch this fucking prick?"

"That would be difficult, since he's dead." She told him.

There was something on her voice that caught Jon's attention. It wasn't happiness, relief, pity or remorse. It was just some dry conformity, a sense of weariness, like she was tired of the subject and all the feelings it brought up.

"Well, good riddance." Jon murmured without putting too much feeling into it, because he didn't want to get into that subject with Sansa. "He was obviously stupid, because I thought about it a million times."

"You did?" She sounded confused by the idea.

"Aye." He insisted. Seriously, would he need to resurrect that guy just so he could punch him and feel better? "I can describe it all to you or…"

She swallowed heavily. "Or…"

"Or I can just show you."

"Now?" Her voice was breathless, there was a blush to her cheeks and Jon wanted to curse her for being so fucking gorgeous.

He was so stupid.

"Right now." He threw back, his voice coming rough, because who was he kidding? He'd do whatever she wanted, however she wanted it.

"Fine." She nodded, almost automatically, her eyes fixated on his mouth.

"Really?" Jon asked, a bit surprised. Sure, he'd offered, but he thought she'd need a bit more convincing. He'd be happy to convince her all night long if she required it.

"Yes." She nodded a bit more decidedly this time.

"Let's go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his room, and giving a quick command for Ghost to stay.

The dog didn't look happy with this development and Jon wanted to tell him not to get too attached.

Once he closed the door behind them, she stood there, taking his room in. He wondered at what she saw, what she got from his spartan decoration: the bed -all made -, a closet, a night stand, and a drawer. He didn't have posters on his room; just two portraits -one of his mother, another one with the boys.

"You're so organized." She commented quietly, standing there a bit awkwardly. "Not exactly how I imagined a bachelor pad." She teased him gently.

"Aye, that's me; boring all the way."

She snorted. "You aren't what I'd call boring."

"Is that a compliment?" He grinned at her.

She rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything else. "So… What now?"

"Now…" He took a step closer. "I'd like to kiss you, and undress you. You do know we've never been actually naked together, right?"

She opened her mouth, like she wanted to disagree with him, but then she frowned. "Oh lord… It's true. How's that possible?"

He took another step closer, making their bodies almost touch -but not there yet. "I guess we were in a hurry?" He teased again.

She grinned at him. "I guess so. And that kiss?" Her eyes were sparkling with mischief.

"Your wish is my command." He leaned and kissed her.

He wasn't about to hurry through this; not this time, when he had her so close and in a private place. Tonight he was going to take his time with her; he'd take her apart, piece by piece.

He didn't kiss her with the usual desperation -usual for them-; he cupped her face and pressed his lips to her gently, softly. He took the time to taste her lips, feel their softness. She put her arms around his neck, but didn't press for more -she was letting him set the pace.

He let one hand fall to her waist and pulled her close, letting her body mold to his naturally. He sucked her lower lip gently, before running his tongue along its seam.

Sansa opened her mouth with a sigh and he as completely undone. He pulled her tighter against his body, deepening the kiss and getting lost on her.

Her hands went to his shirt and he helped her get rid of it, before returning the favor. As soon as her shirt hit the floor both their hands went to her jeans, which he helped push down her beautifully long legs, after she kicked off her shoes.

"Is all that lace for me?" He marveled at the pretty pink piece.

"Shut up, Snow." She pulled him for another kiss and Jon didn't have in him to complain.

He picked her up -and grinned at her surprised squeak -and carried her the short distance to his bed. Jon lowered her down on the bed and Sansa made a show off stretching on it.

"Wow. I'm not used to such luxury coming from you." She teased.

"Not funny." He growled, crawling over her and letting his body settle beside hers. "Not my fault you were always such in a hurry, clawing at my clothes…"

"Oh, I was in hurry?" She arched a brow. "What about you dragging me to random places?"

"Can we not use the word random?" He asked.

"What's wrong with it?" Sansa asked confused.

"I'm going back to kissing you." Jon declared. Sansa giggles turned into moan when Jon lips found a perfect spot on her neck.

They snogged on the bed like teens for what seemed like forever. Sansa thought for a minute this would be strange -they'd had sex many times and now they decided to slow down? -but it wasn't. She'd forgotten how good it was to just relax and kiss someone for a while.

They had their legs tangled and Sansa lips were tingling from all the kissing, but it just felt great. So they just laid there and kissed, while Jon let his hands run over her body and she did exactly the same. Jon's body was a work of art and she kind of wanted to lick him up. Then probably do it again.

And again.

By the time Jon decided to get rid of her bra, Sansa was burning up.

She thought he was going to spend some time there -guys loved boobs, so it seemed like a certain bet -but Jon just pushed her until she was flat on her back, then made his way down.

And down.

"Oh." Sansa cleared her throat when he got face to face with her panties. "So we're doing this now."

Jon grinned at her. "Unless you don't want to." He confirmed.

"No." She was quick to say, perhaps too quick. "Just go ahead."

Jon chuckled. "Thank you for your kind permission, ma'am."

She would've kicked him for that, but he was dragging her panties down her legs, so… Priorities.

"Hey." Jon kissed her hipbone. "If you wanna stop, at any time…"

"I'll let you know." She confirmed.

"Okay." Jon shouldered her legs apart, then dropped a kiss to the inside of her left thigh.

Sansa should be expecting what came next, but maybe she was a bit innocent still… She just hoped Jon's apartment had thick walls.

XxX

"You know what…" Sansa puffed a couple of hours later. "I guess you were right."

"Excuse me?" Jon lowered the arm that had been covering his eyes and gave her a look. "Did you just say I was right? Did I give you brain damage?"

Sansa slapped him weakly. "Idiot."

"No, I'm just enjoying this moment." Jon chuckled. "What was I right about?"

"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." Sansa said with a tired sigh.

Jon snorted. "I knew you would see it my way."

Notes: I'm sorry for any glaring mistakes. I posted as soon as I finished, so did isn't beta checked at all. Let me know if something needs to be changed.

Jon and Sansa had a more intimate time, more time to focus on them. How will this turn out? It's obvious that both of them have a lot of doubts about this whole thing.

Let me know your feelings, guys!

Happy 2018 ;)