Notes: Hello, people! *hides behind a desk*

I am so sorry about all the delay on this story. I promise it wasn't intentional. The muse that was singing me the words for this one left for a while. I even knew what I wanted to write, but it was difficult to actually get it done...

Anyway, I trully appreciate all the support you gave me through this time: the amazing comments. Your patience has been greatly appreciated!

This chapter has some Jon and Sansa being cute and some Marge and Robb too, because I love those two.

By the way, this hasn't been beta read at all, so there might be some pretty bad stuff in there. Let me know about the typos and mistakes with prepositions, please!

I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 13

Two weeks after that poetic moment, Sansa was reconsidering all of her life choices. She felt -most of the time -she had no idea what she was doing. She'd evaded Robb so many times now, he'd stopped looking for her. Margaery Tyrell never invited her for anything else -for what Sansa was really grateful -but she kept giving the Stark some odd looks.

Jeyne was having way too much fun with all of this. She insisted that Sansa's life had turned into such a trashy soap opera that she was considering canceling her Netflix and just following that instead.

Sansa had thrown a pillow at her for that.

And then, there was Jon.

And that was… Fuck.

Jon was seriously messing up with her life, in a lot of peculiar ways. When they met in what she called "the real world", they barely talked to each other. Of course, she was way politer to him now, but they'd decided not to give any more ammunition to Margaery.

However, when she went to his place, it was completely different. She never asked about Ygritte, they never talked about Robb and the fights were never mentioned again. When they were locked inside his apartment, there was no world out there waiting for them.

The first two times she was there, they went straight to business; then Sansa would have to get out of bed and search the house for lost articles of clothing, before leaving.

After… They started talking, before and after doing the deed. Sansa found out about his degree -Business -, heard stories about Ghost, found out what type of book and movie he liked, and even found out he grew up really close to Winterfell. He started making tea for her, and that was the most bizarre part of this whole thing.

She never spent the night, they never discussed where this was going, but now it was different from before.

Sansa was just scared of finding how different it was.

In two weeks, she'd been to Jon's apartment 8 times.

Desperate much?

It was just… So easy being there with him. Sansa couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because they didn't have some kind of defined relationship, so there was no pressure, but it felt like more than that. Jon was a simple person; and she didn't mean it in the sense he was simpleton or something. Jon was just Jon. He was direct, but never rude or mean; he was easygoing, not lazy. He might be quiet, but his words always made sense to her.

This thing with Jon could get complicated fast; if Sansa was half as smart as she thought she was, she'd jump out now. There was no way this would end easily.

She still couldn't stop herself from going to his place.

It was probably all the endorphins from all the sex.

It was pretty good sex.

She knocked on Jon's door and excited barks came from inside. She had to hold back her smile, because she knew that Jon got quite jealous of the love Ghost had for her.

"Ghost!" She heard coming from the other side.

When Jon finally opened the door Ghost almost took her down on his excitement. Luckily she was prepared for it, so when he jumped on her she managed to stay on her feet.

"Ghost!" Jon called appealed. "One of this days he's going to take you down." He frowned.

"But it's not today." She gave the dog a smile.

Jon rolled his eyes. "Come in." He gave her space to pass, then closed the door behind her. "I think he's like this because it's been a while since you've been here."

"A while?" Sansa had kneeled to pet the dog properly. "It's been two days."

"Not for him." Jon grumbled. "Do you want tea?"

"Yes, please." She answered, eyes on Ghost.

Jon snorted and went to the small kitchen. Sansa dropped a kiss on Ghost's head before following him there.

"Are you studying a lot?" She asked, leaning against the counter.

"Same as usual." He replied, turning on the electric kettle. "My tests are a bit far yet. How about you?"

"I have a project to hand in Thursday." She sighed.

"Is that your way of saying you came in just for a quickie?" Jon teased.

"Hey." She threw a dishrag at him. "I did not say that."

"I think it was heavily implied." He turned and walked in her direction.

Sansa giggled as Jon grabbed her by the waist and put her on the counter. "It was not." She insisted. "I know I've been way to easy lately, but…"

"Hey." Jon chucked her chin gently. "Did I say anything like that? I don't think you're easy. I never did. And neither should you."

Sansa rolled her eyes. "Aren't you a charmer?" She touched his face and felt… "You're wearing concealer." She rubbed her fingers together.

"Yeah." Jon cleared his throat, suddenly looking uncomfortable. "There was a fight…"

Sansa sighed. "What's the fun in getting punched?"

"Well, for someone who has a great punch, you sure sound judgy."

Sansa sighed one more time. "I wasn't going to punch you that day." She finally said, touching the spot where she'd hit him. "I was only going to punch Theon." A small grin. "But you were there and I was blind in my self-righteous anger…"

Jon chuckled. "It's okay. It was a good punch."

"No, it was not." She insisted, even as she felt his hands settling on her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter and closer to him. "It was violent, and I shouldn't have done it. I was pissed at Robb for being violent, then I went and punched you."

Jon was rubbing circles on her thighs. "You know… I was on the receiving end of that, and I thought it was pretty hot." He declared, pushing her legs open, so he could fit more snugly on their cradle.

Sansa groaned. "Oh my god, I'm telling you, you're such a masochist." She pushed his chest, but there was no strength in it. "So what? That was the moment when you decided you wanted to bang me?"

"Bang?" Jon laughed. "Who says bang?" He leaned his forehead on her shoulder. "But probably, yeah… That had something to do with that."

"Jesus, Jon. You're so weird."

He pulled her tighter against himself. "No, I'm not. You're hot, it's as simple as that."

Sansa chuckled. "A charmer, indeed." She murmured as she leaned in to kiss him.

XxX

"It's me or you're avoiding me?"

Margaery almost jumped out of her skin. She should've expected he'd show up eventually. Robb Stark was reliable like that. She took a deep breath before turning to face him, perfectly composed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Robb snorted, his hands deep in his pockets. "The women in my life avoiding me… That must be a sign from the universe."

Margaery almost reminded him she wasn't a "woman in his life" in that sense of the word, but then again… Wasn't exactly because of that she was avoiding him?

Robb Stark wanted to date her.

This wasn't news for her. He'd wanted to get serious almost from the get go. She should've known, he had that serious boy look about him. But who could resist Robb Stark? It'd take someone much stronger than Margaery claimed to be.

It was all about the way he smiled, and how it lighted his whole face up. Nothing was guarded about Robb, all his feelings were on his face, plain as day.

Many people thought she wouldn't date him because he wasn't from an influential family. She let everybody keep thinking that. Not that the Starks weren't a powerful family. Actually, they could hold a lot more power and influence if they so much wished; they were the oldest family of the country and were also filthy rich, they just didn't want to. The Starks kept to themselves, not playing games with politics and the like.

Robb was exactly like that. He felt no need to prove himself as anything around the campus. Even the fights, he only did them because he liked, not because he wanted to prove how macho he was.

Robb was dangerous. Not because he was a liar, a cheat or a violent person. Exactly because he was nothing like that. Robb's problem was that he was a legitimately good guy.

Margaery couldn't risk being with someone like him, someone that could actually get her heart.

"Is your sister still ignoring you?" She asked instead.

"At this point I admit that I'm happy she's doing it. I'm tired of fighting." He sighed.

Margaery arched a brow. "You're an adult, Robb, she can't tell you what to do."

He just shrugged. "I didn't come here to talk about her." He gave her a look. "I came to talk about us."

Margaery rolled her eyes. "There's no 'us'." She reminded him.

"I know, you love to point it out to me." He had a grin on his face and Marge almost wanted to slap him for it. "But we both know that's not actually true. Sure, we aren't official…" He continued when she opened her mouth to say something. "But you haven't been going out with anyone else, I also haven't…"

"Keeping tabs on me, Stark?"

"You know I am, Tyrell."

She tried very hard not to smile at that, but he… He was so… Him! It was maddening, and it made her want to run in the opposite direction. But Margaery Tyrell was no coward.

"So… What exactly are you trying to say?" She asked, arching a perfect eyebrow, daring him to say it.

She knew he was going to, anyway. "You have your reasons for wanting to pretend this is casual, and whatever, but… It's okay. You don't wanna date? We won't. We can stay like this" He shrugged.

Margaery narrowed her eyes at him, it was too easy. "Just like that?"

"Yes. Just don't hide from me."

Margaery sighed. "Your sister told me to stay away from you. She told me you were too good for me."

Robb snorted. "Once she decides to talk to me again, she can tell me herself and I can ignore her personally." He grinned at her. "Funny thing is… I'm pretty sure you two would get along if you gave each other a chance."

Margaery snorted. "I'm sure."

Robb took a step closer. "How about me? Am I getting a chance?"

She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not dating you."

"But you're still seeing me." He grinned.

Margaery could get lost in his eyes when he grinned. It was as if they became even bluer. The laughing lines around his face made him ever more handsome. Everything about him was intoxicating and she wanted more of him.

All the time. Always.

She put her arms around his neck. "Yes, Stark. I can see you."

XxX

Jon was an idiot.

Many people had pointed it out to him during his life, and sometimes he even agreed with it. Ygritte used to tell him he didn't know anything, and Theon called him an idiot all the time.

Now he truly felt like one. Because of Sansa.

He knew all along this thing between them wasn't serious; it could hardly be called a relationship as it was. Friends with benefits also seemed like a stretch most of the time. Now they did talk more, and he knew more about her, but still… Were they friends?

He'd agreed with casual. Fuck, it'd been his idea. It wasn't even her fault that he'd, somehow, started liking her in more than a casual way.

To be honest, he'd always kind of liked her. Since the beginning, there was something about Sansa Stark that captured his attention and wouldn't let it go.

Theon had been right from the start: he was the one who'd get too involved and end up being left behind. He thought he'd be able to deal with it…

Sansa had left an hour before and he was still sitting on his bed thinking about the same thing. The makeup.

Sansa knew he was wearing foundation because of a fight. He remembered Robb mentioning something about that. Jon had even admitted he was wearing because of it, but she'd never said a word.

She basically changed the subject and teased him about liking getting punched.

And maybe Jon was reading this all wrong, but… She blew a gasket when she found about Robb. He was there that first night, while she scolded her brother like a child for fighting. He knew all the other times they fought over it. Sansa cared about Robb and, exactly because of that, she was furious that he was fighting.

But she didn't care that Jon still fought. She never mentioned it, never told him to stop.

Did that mean she didn't care?

Jon was starting to think that, yes, it did. Sansa might enjoy spending time with him in a way, but that was all there was to it. He was a distraction to her, no matter how sweetly she treated him.

Jon's phone rang and he answered it. "Jon."

"Jon, it's Sam. I'm down here at the arena. They want you to fight again. I said you just fought yesterday and it wasn't a good…"

"I'm going." Jon declared standing up.

"But, Jon…"

"It's what I'm good at." Jon declared, before ending the call.

Perhaps it was time to accept some things and end others.

Notes: Let me know your feelings.

We're getting pretty close to the ending. I'm thinking three more chapters, but I'm not sure.

Next chapter will be very emotional, and we'll have a chance of seeing Marge and Sansa actually talking to each other.

xoxo