Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Ice and Fire Novels, Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon TV shows. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters. I do not earn any money from writing these stories, it is for my entertainment and is something I like to share.

Warning for scenes of an explicit sexual nature.

Sansa VI

Sansa hated the wait. Jon had been gone for six hours, the only way she would know if he'd survived was when he returned or if the Ironborn attacked. She thought being waiting to be raped by Ramsey was bad, but wondering if her husband was ever going to return to her, was infinitely worse. Arya had spent a few hours with her, but Sansa still couldn't settle, and eventually Arya had returned to her chambers, exhausted, like she seemingly was all of the time. Sansa couldn't even listen out for the screeching of Drogon, as the entrance to the crypts was too far away, and Jon would've made sure Drogon was quiet at this time at night as most people would be asleep in bed. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in." she called out as Pod walked in.

"Your Grace." Pod said breathlessly. "King Jon is back."

"Is he alright?" Sansa asked.

"He looks fine." Pod nodded. "He asked me to remind you of the promise you made before he left as it is now important you fulfil it." he shrugged.

Sansa remembered he'd told her to keep the furs warm and smiled. "I know what he means. Go back to your post." she smiled as Pod left the room and Sansa began to undress.

A few moments later Jon stormed into the room, his gambeson already unlaced, which he threw over the chair. He walked up to Sansa and kissed her fervently. "I need you." he begged in a way she'd never seen before. There was a fear in his eyes and she knew what she had to do.

"I'm all yours Your Grace." she whispered as she unlaced her nightdress, which fell to the floor, allowing her to step out of it. She got down on her knees and unlaced Jon's breeches and pulling them down, along with his smallclothes, allowing his already hard manhood to spring free. He sighed a sigh of relief, as if it had been causing him pain. Sansa decided to be bold and do something which she had never done it before, she took his manhood in her hand and licked it.

Jon hissed. "Sansa, what are you doing?" he asked.

"I want to know how you taste." she replied.

Jon shook his head. "Not now, I won't be able to hold back. I need to be inside you." his eyes were frantic.

Sansa nodded and lay back on the bed. She realised she didn't know what was wrong, but she just needed to let Jon do it the way he needed to right now, not her way, which had become the norm for them. Jon placed his head between her legs and kissed her sensitive area before using his tongue in the miraculous way he knew how. It wasn't long before she was arching her back and pulling on his hair as her orgasm took hold of her body.

Before she even had time to recover, Jon was inside her, his fingers threading through hers, pounding her with a fever and passion she'd never experienced with him before. Normally Jon was gentle and tender, but this Jon had an anger inside him, but he was also filled with a painful desire for her.

"You're mine." Jon growled.

"Always yours." Sansa whispered back as they kissed with a passion and fervour they never normally engaged in. the kissing, making love, it was animalistic and powerful, and Sansa couldn't get enough. However, they were both too turned on to last very long, their cries of ecstasy rang out in unison, until the final spasms left their bodies. They climbed under the furs and Sansa rested her head on Jon's chest, her fingers following the lines of his scars while he mindlessly stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry." Jon said sadly. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that, I know you need to be in control."

"It's fine." Sansa snuggled into his chest and listened to his heart beating for a few minutes before plucking up the courage to question him. "What happened?" she finally asked, desperate to know what had driven him to such wild desires and she was curious to know what it was.

"Drogon and I killed a lot of people." Jon said flatly.

"Yara Greyjoy?" Sansa looked up at him.

"Dead, I chopped her hand off and Drogon finished her off." his eyes were dark as he said that.

"Something happened out there. What was it?" Sansa demanded.

Jon took a deep breath and looked at her. "I wasn't me." he said sadly. "Something took over, a thirst for killing them. I was angry..."

"Why?" Sansa asked.

"I overheard two men talking. They were insulting you, threatening to rape you." tears sprung to Jon's eyes. "I slit their throats and stuck the dagger in their hearts. They won't lay a fuckin hand on you."

Sansa smiled. "So you were defending my honour?" she asked.

"Aye, I suppose I was." Jon nodded. "But..." his face fell. "When I attacked the ships, it affected me. I enjoyed it." he sounded disgusted with himself.

"What do you mean?" Sansa frowned.

"Killing those men turned me on. I was hard, and all I could think about was being inside you." he shook his head.

"So the dragon in you turned you into a wolf?" Sansa raised an eyebrow. "Because that was what it was like. It was incredible." she whispered as her hand slid under the furs and reached out for his manhood, which twitched at her touch. "And yes, I really do want to know what you taste like, so don't stop me this time." she added as she climbed down under the furs and took him in her mouth.

The next morning, Sansa was exhausted. It turned out that Jon hadn't returned back until the early in the morning, meaning they'd only had five hours sleep before they needed to get up and relate all of their news to the council. Jon also needed an update on all that had been happening since he'd been gone. She just hoped it would perk him up as Jon was still morose at what he'd done, not because he'd killed the Ironborn, but because he'd enjoyed killing them whilst he was doing it.

The small council met, all except Pod who was asleep after guarding the dragon eggs while Drogon was away.

"Are the fires ready?" Jon asked Davos, who had been put in charge of them.

"All eight are ready to be lit. Just waiting for your command." Davos nodded.

"The Unsullied will be here by tonight." Jon told them. "I saw them on my way back, they were less than five miles away. I suspect they're already within range. There weren't too many on horseback."

"I bet none of them had a dragon either." Arya smirked.

Jon shook his head. "No." he replied solemnly.

"What's the matter with you?" Arya frowned.

Jon looked at her as if she were a stranger. "Last night I almost wiped out an entire race of people. Yes there will be some left on the Iron Islands, and they will come for us when those children are grown. Then Drogon will probably burn them too. I had to look into the eyes of Theon's sister, the one he loved, and ask her for any last words before I burned her to death. It might save our skins, but I'm not particularly proud of myself this morning!" he snapped.

"They'd have done the same to us." Sansa said softly. "They were the ones who were going to attack us, not the other way around. You were defending us."

"I know." Jon nodded. "That's all I can think of right now." he said as Sansa touched his arm gently.

"There should be horses waiting for us outside the cavern." Davos told them. "I'll have to get a move on if I'm to get to the Kingsroad in time for the arrival of the Freefolk. How do you want me to split them?" he asked.

"I'll fly you both there, it will be quicker." Jon said as he took out the small wooden figures to demonstrate where everyone was supposed to be placed. "The Unsullied are currently here." he placed a figure of a spear just south of Winterfell. "I saw them starting to spread out, which means I expect them to surround the castle." he took eight small wooden wolves and placed them all where the fires were. "Davos, I need you to split the men between these three posts. I want you to man one, Tormund another and Strygga the third. Make sure you've all got a good number of archers as these will be your best weapons against the Unsullied." he looked over to Arya. "You take charge of House Stark, while Lords Glover, Cerwyn, Umber and Hornwood can each take one of the other posts. Whoever takes the last post here..." he pointed to the one to the south east, will start the fire as soon as they seen my signal."

"Which will be?" Arya asked.

"A Targaryen flag flying alongside the Stark flag above the great keep. That will tell them we are ready at our end and are waiting for the fires to be lit." Jon told them.

"Are you not going to treat with them first?" Tyrion asked, a question which finally put a smile on Jon's face.

"It's funny you should ask that, I was thinking I ought to make some attempt. It won't work, but just to see Greyworm's face when I start talking in High Valyrian." he laughed. "I'd like you and Sansa to come with me, just in case I make a mistake or I dint understand everything." he shrugged.

"What about Drogon?" Sansa asked.

"Oh he's definitely coming. I can't wait to see their faces when they know Drogon is on my side, not theirs. I don't think it will do much, but you never know." Jon laughed.

"Maester Wolkan, you will be in charge of the helping the injured." he turned to Sansa. "Your sewing skills are better than anyone I know, do you think you can sew human skin?" he asked.

Sansa nodded. The idea turned her stomach, but she knew it was a necessity to helping with the battle. She couldn't use a bow or a sword, but she could still help save lives. "I think I can nurse the wounded for a night." she smiled.

"Tyrion, I'm going to need you to take the southern side of Winterfell. You take the south gate and I'll take the north gate. It will mainly be archers under your command, two hundred with longbows and fifty with crossbows. I've got the same." he added.

"And Pod?" Tyrion asked.

"He will be my second in command." Jon said. "There may come a time when I need to take Drogon to the fight." he sighed and pinched his nose. "If I do, someone needs to take my place. I'm sure he is capable of commanding archers. If not I'm sure he'll pick up the basics pretty quick."

"Of course." Tyrion nodded.

"Nobody is to leave the castle other than me. The gates must be barricaded to stop the Unsullied getting in. occasionally I will climb Drogon to see what is happening from above." he said. " All banners removed from the walls, we cannot have any interference. Two archers per half barrel of tar should be sufficient." Jon added. "Anything else?" he asked, everyone shook their heads. "I doubt this will be over by the morning, but we can give the fuckers our all!" he grinned. "Arya, Davos, with me. Maester Wolkan, will you show Sansa the ropes?" he asked.

"Yes Your Grace." Maester Wolkan bowed his head as he began to leave the room.

"Maester Wolkan, I'll be with you in a moment." Sansa told him as the rest of the small council left the room. She turned to Jon and kissed him on the lips. "Take good care of Arya." she told him. She hadn't told him she suspected Arya was pregnant, and Jon clearly hadn't got a clue. Sansa didn't want to lie to Jon, but Arya hadn't confirmed anything, and she hadn't been in Winterfell long enough to have missed her moon blood, although her servants had told her Arya had not bled since she returned home.

"I will." Jon promised. "I know I'm not asking you to do much..." he started.

"I'm putting my best skills to our advantage, which might ensure we have more living soldiers than dead ones." Sansa insisted, kissing him once more. "Go take them to their posts." she said as they parted company and Sansa headed to Maester Wolkan's quarters to go through the minor medical procedures she would need to familiarise herself with.

Sansa had been with Maester Wolkan for around four hours when she heard a horn blast outside. She looked out of the window and saw the vast army of Unsullied in the distance. She turned to Maester Wolkan. "I need to find Jon." she said as she ran down the steps from the tower and found him in the courtyard talking with Tyrion, having not long since returned from taking Arya and Davos to their posts.

"They're here." Sansa told them.

"Aye, I know." Jon nodded. "There's some coming from the north, I need to fly over to see if they are from any of our houses, I only got a brief glimpse of the them. It was why I came back so quickly." he turned to Sansa. "Can you make sure there are enough barrels on top of the ramparts while I go and find out who they are? I'll be gone no longer than an hour as it's only me."

Sansa nodded, looking over at the huge stack of small barrels which were all filled with tar. "Do the braziers need lighting?" she asked.

Jon nodded. "I don't need to give you instructions do I?" he asked Tyrion who shook his head.

"I commanded the army at the Battle of the Blackwater. I know what I'm doing." he said turning to Sansa. "If you need help, just ask." he smiled as he walked to the southern end of the castle to command the men to get them prepared.

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