Honor & Fealty chapter 12

A/n: This chapter brings up one of the top three pairings of this show. I wanted to write it in a way in which they could be in contact with each other in a way that is not gratuitous or some excuse for sex. It is important that their actions and words all mean something to each other and to the story. If things play out right and there is something between them that I can work with in this story, there may be a chapter centered on Bran Stark and Lyanna Mormont. For now, only time will tell.

In the Bell Tower of Winterfell, Jon Snow and Lyra Mormont were resting after a strenuous sparring match. To Jon's amazement, the same woman who beat him senseless with her spear and cut him numerous times without a hesitation or flinch was learned enough to mend his wounds with care and attention to his well being.

Ghost watched Lyra disrobe Jon from the waist up, using ointment on the bruises and lacerations to prevent infections before applying the bandages. "I thought I was going easy on you." Jon hissed as the ointment stung his nerves.

"That was your problem. The enemy will never go easy on you. That's why you are being bandaged." Lyra said, kissing Jon's chest as if that would magically make the pain go away.

"Are we enemies?" Jon asked. Lyra smacked him on the shoulder. "No. You are too cute for me to kill." Lyra japed as she continued dressing Jon's wounds.

"Who taught you? Was it your mother or the maester of Bear Island?"

"My brother by law, Jeron, studied for a time to become a maester after Beron was born. Jeron wanted to do something that would put his hands to better use than rigging a fishing boat or hauling fish caught in the nets onto a boat. His specialty was mending wounds and treating injuries. He taught me what he knew. Jeron passed before he could travel to Oldtown." Lyra said upon finishing her work.

"What happened to him?" Jon asked.

"He was fishing with his father and several other fishermen out on the Sunset Sea. On their way back, they were ambushed by a horde of Wildlings. Everyone on the boat was slain." Lyra said as Jon took her into his arms, pushing himself past the physical pain. "He was a good man. Alysane loved him. I wish he could have lived a bit longer to see Sarea and Beron grow up."

The pain of life without a parent was one Jon knew only too well; the only difference was that Sarea and Beron knew who their father was. Jon had no idea who his mother was or why no one ever spoke of her.

Lyra still mourned for Jeron. Tears were shed several times for him even when the memories were good. Ghost padded over to Lyra and licked her face tenderly.

"I think Ghost takes after you distinctly, Jon. He cares for me as much as you do." Lyra said as she ran her fingers through Ghost's pale white fur. In her mind, the sooner Jon knew about it, the better for everyone. "Jon, there are some things you should know. You can't boast about one but you can fantasize about the other."

"What is it, Lyra?" Jon asked as Lyra turned around and straddled his lap, keeping him in place with her legs wrapped around his torso but it was the strength she bore that he did not see coming.

"The first thing you ought to know should be very obvious by now." Lyra said as she leaned in and kissed him, rolling her hips against his as she laid her hands on his shoulders.

Jon was still, unsure of what to do without running the risk of being too forward or being dishonorable. Lyra, having sensed his hesitation, took his hands and led them to her torso, giving him permission to touch her body. "Your hands feel just like I thought they would." Lyra said gently into Jon's mouth as he tenderly fondled her body.

"You feel so warm against me, Lady Lyra." Jon said.

"That's no surprise to me. You have stoked my fire for years." Lyra said as she shed her dress to reveal her naked torso. Seeing his astonishment, Lyra laid a hand on his lips to prevent him from spoiling the moment. "I'm not about to have you take my maidenhead. Not yet anyway. For now, I want to see what you can do to please me just from seeing me like this."

Rising up to her feet, Lyra stood before Jon Snow in all her splendor. Jon was speechless as he took in the sight before him.

"I won't ask what your mind and heart are thinking. Instead, I want you to show me exactly what your loins and tongue are telling you to do right now."

Lyra did not have a chance to react as Jon instantly knelt before her, his head between her legs and his hands on her hips. The sensations coursing through her body were greater than those she gave onto herself whenever she fantasized about Jon in the light of day and in the dark of night. To steady herself from falling, Lyra clutched Jon's head in her hands, running her fingers through his black hair as he made her climax over and over.

True to Jorelle's prediction in the Wolfswood, Lyra Mormont was howling Jon Snow's name in the orgasmic oblivion of ecstasy.

Ghost was quiet the whole time but turned his head away so as to give them their privacy.

Lyra was taken by surprise when she felt Jon's mouth on her breasts but not as surprised as when he took her up in his arms. Her fingers ran through his black hair as he fondled and groped her. When they were done and he wrapped her in her bear cloak, Jon laid down with Lyra on the floor and held her close.

"Have there been other maidens who have come calling on you that I don't know about, Jon Snow?" Lyra teased. Jon chuckled into Lyra's hair and kissed her gently on the head as his hands fondled her teats even through the thick bear cloak.

"There was no other, Lyra. Only you." The smile on her face brought one to Jon's.

"If I were to find out that you have gone whoring with Theon Greyjoy at the brothels, that last sparring contest will be a tickle compared to the thrashing I'll put on you."

"I never went to the brothels with Theon though he has tried goading me into coming with him. He'd often say that I had the freedom to do so since no one would ever think of wedding their daughters to a lord's bastard." Jon said grimly. Lyra's demeanor changed instantly to that of a foul tempered, bloodthirsty grizzly bear.

"If I ever hear that Ironborn whoremonger say such things about you, I will skewer his best parts with my spear."

To Jon's surprise, instead of being frightened at Lyra's possessive and protective nature, he got harder than an oak tree.

Lyra noticed it right away and smiled at Jon. "Not yet but soon enough." Lyra said, kissing him on the lips before getting dressed.

"What was the other thing you wanted to tell me?" Jon asked.

That question made her expression turn stoic. "What I am going to tell you, you must keep it to yourself. If the wrong people hear of it, they will kill you and Ghost. I can not let that happen. You are too handsome to be slain in your prime and I'm rather fond of your wolf."

While Jon listened to what Lyra told him, Ghost padded over to Jon and sat on his haunches next to his master.

A/n: Brian De Palma will agree with me when I say this: the line between sexy and sleazy is thinner than a strand of hair. Instead of doing something too explicit, I tried to create it in a way that would be tasteful without giving too much away. I also found Jon and Lyra to have contrasting styles that complement each other.