Before the Long Night

The wind whistled through the empty halls of Winterfell, howling like a ghost looking for its kin. Cold never got to Sansa before, though this chill that came over the North was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Its chill went right through her bones and turned her lips to a crackled wasteland in a matter of minutes. The sun had been missing for several days on end now. Every day, the everlasting dark night seemed to lengthen. This early in the morning the footprints had all vanished from the day before. All the brave men, women and animals like they never set foot anywhere within the castle. Vivid images of the snow colouring red, bodies piled up underneath, only to be covered the next day as if none of them ever existed.

A crisp blinding white, reflecting the same brightness from the sky. How long would it take before they arrived? Jon had warned her of the incoming attack of The Night King, and every soul that could hold up a sword was preparing for battle. At last, the remaining Starks had returned to Winterfell. With the little time they had together, they held a wake for their fallen siblings, mother and father. Who would have thought that the ever-looming dread of an unknown enemy would feel worse than the heinous acts of the Boltons or the conniving sinking sand pit of politics from the Lannisters? Even with dragons on their side, both Danaerys and Jon seemed uncertain about the battle ahead. Thousands strong his army would be, her brother said. Just skin and bones.

Not long ago, Sansa would have given up. All seemed lost until she came back into her life. Margaery. Her eyes trailed along the furs of their shared bed. A tussled mess of light hazelnut brown locks splayed all over her pillow, her belly softly rising and falling. Lost in dreams of a better world for certain. Carrying their child, next of kin to Winterfell. A possible future to bring back Wolves in the North, exactly where they would always belong. Though with this future so uncertain, it pained Sansa to know it might be taken from them in less than a day's time. Soon, the day would begin and she would be back at it to feed the people that would fight, shelter those in need or train the people that needed it.

Now, with Daenarys' forces staying in Winterfell its walls were piling over from its people. In a few weeks' time, she had never seen so many people she only heard stories of. Giants, Wildlings, Dothraki, dragons, the three-eyed Raven and a true life Targaryen. No, two of them. It was quite the assembly to take in. Clearly, her thoughts weren't going to let her rest for much longer. Sansa slowly tried to scoot over to the edge of the bed but stopped immediately when she heard a small murmur.

A soft touch, pale fingers grasping at her wrist and pulling her back," Stay with me, my love. Your duty to the people can wait until the break of day, until then your duty to your wife and unborn child is here.", Margaery mumbled drowsily, slowly turning from her side to face her wife. Sansa felt her gaze soften immediately at the sight of her mate.

The furs slid off and revealed her feminine figure, belly swollen with the fruit of their love. How could she not give in? Without any words, Sansa moved back into the bed. Twining their legs together and wrapping a protective arm around her lover.

"I did not mean to wake you.", she softly whispered, bringing Margaery's hand up to her lips to kiss her knuckles gently.

Her eyes still closed, Margaery nuzzled into the crook of her Alpha's neck. Taking great comfort in her scent and feeling herself relax in her embrace.

"Our child woke me far earlier than you did, my love. Besides, at least when we wake early I still have you for myself a little longer.", her Omega softly spoke, her fingers trailing along Sansa's shoulders. Tracing along familiar scars and beauty marks. All was memorised as she drew patterns.

A soft smile formed on Sansa's lips, closing the space between them as she pressed them against Margaery's forehead. Savouring the warmth shared from their bodies. "You should've known that before you decided to carry the child of a Stark. A wolf grows with pacing impatience once they reach the end. Though I bet a bed of roses would be irresistible to any creature that walks this earth.", Sansa lightly teased, her kisses trailing down to finally allow their lips to meet. Pressing against each other tenderly, deepening the kiss as if to crawl into one another.

Their touches grew hungrier, limbs writhing underneath the furs to grind against one another. Only the soft crackling smoulder of the fire in the background. A distant flock of birds singing their melody along the howling winds of Winterfell. No soul to hear their moans as Sansa lifted Margaery's leg to wrap around her. Allowing her space to press against her heat.

"S-sansa…", Margaery pleaded with a small whimper. Her lover wasn't often cruel when it came to the pleasures of sensual intimacy, nor did she mind. "Please, I need you. Now."

Though lately, she had grown more impatient. Hungry to have Sansa at any given moment they had. Perhaps it was fear, or a longing to enjoy the time they had left together. Both of them knew very well this could be the end any day now. Never to see their firstborn, to share another kiss or to simply enjoy a time of peace among the people of Winterfell.

The scent of her mate alone was enough to entice Sansa. She could have her way now, give in and see to Margaery's needs. See to it that her plea is heard and fulfilled. Though, the auburn-haired Stark wasn't going to give in just yet. Sansa broke away from her mate's lips, only to trail her kisses further down.

"Be patient, my love.", Sansa dismissed quietly. Their weight shifted and rolled them so she could be on top. Deep blue eyes lingered on her wife's face for but a moment, taking in her beauty. Mouth open to protest her hesitation, but she wouldn't hear it. Her hands sought Margaery's and pressed them above her head.

If it truly were the last day to savour the love they shared, she'd rightfully do so. Worship her mate like the Queen she truly was. Even though she wouldn't ever be able to give Margaery a throne, her mate had told her she'd settle for better. A home. An Alpha to love and cherish. Pups to spoil. If they survived the whole ordeal, there was plenty of time to discuss the merging of their houses. A throne or not, Sansa would rather be pierced by every blade molten on the Iron Throne than ever step another foot in King's Landing.

Sansa gently put her hand over her lover's mouth, gently shushing her. Only for her index finger to trail down and play with her bottom lip. Tracing along the plump bottom lip, her eyes athirst for more to come, and soon replacing her fingers with her own lips. Letting go of her arms,"You can touch me. I want you, my love.", Sansa murmured wantonly. With practised ease, Margaery wrapped her arms around her Alpha. Only to loosen a small groan as she felt Sansa kiss the crook of her neck. Kissing passionately at the bondmark she made a year ago while her fingers trailed along her curves. "So beautiful…", Sansa mused devotedly. Following along the lines of her body, scantily trailing along her darkened nipples and down towards her core.

Heat taking over between them as she teased Margaery with her tongue and her fingers. Working in tandem to elicit delicious moans from her mate, little mewls and whimpers as she began to enter her. Her digits worked deftly, while her tongue danced familiar patterns memorized by heart.

Margaery's breath didn't catch a break, keening over her lover's name as it rolled from her lips several times.

"Alpha, please. I need you…", pleading for more.

She had always seen sex as a partial weapon. Her weapon. Together with her looks, her wit and the lessons she learned from her grandmother, she learned to persuade people with a soft hand rather than a rough one.

However, with Sansa, it was not a weapon. It was a trap. A dance. An addiction she could never satiate. Her Alpha knew her and saw her for who she truly was. Knew her fears, her desires and the happiness they shared together. It was a luxury not many could afford to admit they possessed. All that, and the surprising addition of love and adoration. Never had Margaery expected to fall for the auburn-haired Stark Alpha. With the plan to work her way towards the throne of the North, betroth herself to 'The King in the North' to ensure her place and her house against the Lannisters who were out for blood.

Taking pity on her plea, and no longer able to ignore her own need Sansa gave in. Settling between her wife's legs and pressing close. The much-craved pressure Margaery was pleading for so desperately had been given to her. Her hands found her Alpha's hips, gripping on them as she urged her to move.

"By the Gods! M-more! Please, Sansa…", Margaery pleaded, feeling the sweat build along her brow. Her back slightly arched as she so desperately needed every inch her Alpha had to offer for her.

Sansa didn't hesitate much longer. Finally, she gave in. Settling at a rough pace to give her Omega what she needed. Their breath mingled between kisses. Fighting each other in a battle of tongues and proclamations of love. A hint of fear as she could feel Margaery cling to her as if her life depended on it.

With each thrust, she needed to be closer. More. She needed this moment to last forever. At last, her hand snaked between them, teasing the bud between her legs to drive her to her edge. One after the other until she couldn't hold herself anymore. If it didn't end, they didn't need to face the day.

Margaery closed around her, legs clamping onto her as she could feel a wave crush over her. Taking her along it for one, and then another as Sansa didn't stop her rugged pace. Hips slammed into her and she could feel the knot brush against her spot. "Give it to me, Alpha. I want to take all of you. Sansa,...", Margaery keened, breath hitching as she gasped for air between her climaxes.

"My sweet, darling wife…Forever mine.", Sansa breathed against her lips.

Only to break away as she felt her resolve at an end as she finally locked them together. Her teeth were exposed and with a fierce bite, her canines sank into Margaery's mark.
Breaking the scar and claiming her lover once again. A violent shudder rocked through her entire body as she felt herself cross the threshold of bliss. Feeling the nails of her mate dig into her skin as she gave her knot a few more tugs before settling her hips to a hold. Her head lowered and panting into the crook of her neck.

With her breath coming back to her, Margaery gently brushed along Sansa's locks of auburn. Weaving her digits along the strands of her dire wolf. Strong and loving. Loyal to a fault, and the sire to her pup. How could she ever let go of the one thing she desired so? Her gaze became blurry as tears welled up in her eyes. Holding onto her lover as hard as she could, and crashing their lips together once more.

"Never let me go, Sansa. I wish to be yours and yours alone forever. I wish it and pray for it. To the old Gods and the new.", Margaery whispered softly, as she rested their foreheads together. Feeling the hot wet tears of her own Alpha drip down upon her chest.

Sansa's own deep blues filled with tears as she gazed down on her lover. Her hand gently caresses the swell of her belly. A promise. Her drive to fight on.

"I won't let you go. Our pup needs you. Us, Margaery.", Sansa whispered back. Their kisses turned soft, tender and only the warmth of their embrace underneath the furs."I love you.", she muttered.

For another moment or two until they would be called. Only the two of them existed. Sweet words of love and promises were exchanged. Images of their future to encourage them for today. Sansa knew that it could be just that. Images. Though for now, Sansa wished to believe her mate. Today was not the day she'd choose to die. Today was the day she'd choose to fight for her family. For the future of their house, and the future of their pup. Or die trying.