Jon feels some warmth.

Warning: mildly graphic content. But it's important for story reasons ;)

13. Warmth - Jon

Lying in bed, Jon felt a warm presence on his chest. He opened his eyes to find Alys Karstark's naked body on top of him. Wait, what? How? He had so many questions on his mind, but the woman stirred.

"Hmm…" She moaned, moving her arms around him in a hug. She seemed to be trying to get more comfortable, as one of her legs went up between his own before she finally rested again, breathing deeply.

What happened yesterday? He tried focusing on that, but he found himself distracted. Her large breasts were pressing up against him, and without those heavy clothes he could feel her hard nipples. Suddenly, a memory came to his mind. He was lifting Alys into the bed, having removed her clothes in a hurry shortly after they entered the room. Her chest came up to his face and he enjoyed himself a bit too long before laying her down.

Jon blinked a few times, trying to cool down. It proved impossible, as new memories kept flowing into his head. A hand grabbing his head, as he used his tongue to make her scream. A bite on his neck as he entered her. The slapping sound of skin on skin. The heat of her body rising and rising, until he finally spilled his seed inside her.

"Well, someone's awake." She purred, smiling at him. "After last night, I thought you might be tired." Her hand dropped down to grab his hard cock. "I guess I was wrong."

"I couldn't help it." He said, honestly. Jon didn't know where this was going, or what Alys expected to happen, but… She's so warm. And his bed hadn't been this warm in a very long time.

"Are you not satisfied, my king?" She asked, still holding onto his member.

He answered with a kiss, putting his hands on her legs. She moved them, climbing on top to straddle him. They moaned together when he slipped inside, the heat spreading all over his body. She pushed on his chest to rise up, giving him a nice view of her full breasts bouncing as she began to work him.

Jon wouldn't forget this dance.

"You simply must marry her." Sansa's voice startled him.

He had returned to the library, looking for books on Targaryens. He had realized that he knew very little about his own family, but Winterfell's library didn't have many answers. The closest thing he had found was an old tome describing every king who had succeeded Aegon the Conqueror. Jon had been in the middle of reading about his grandfather, the Mad King, when he heard Sansa.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes. "You know very well what I mean. Everyone in the castle knows. Lady Alys was quite loud."

"Oh." He didn't know what to say.

"It's fine. At least she wasn't as bad as aunt Lysa." She said, shaking a bit. Jon was curious, but not enough to ask. It probably involves Baelish. "Anyway, as I've mentioned before, you do need to marry someone." She continued. "And Alys Karstark is a good match."

He sighed. "Sansa, let's calm down here." She was already planning a wedding. I barely know Alys. "We haven't even discussed what to do about the fact that I'm a Tar-"

"Jon!" She interrupted him, looking around. They were alone in the library, but she walked around and locked the door before returning. "We don't know who might be listening." Her eyes were still glancing at the door.

"Either way, we have to talk about it."

"Well, you've had time to think now." She hesitated. "What do you want to do?"

He took a deep breath. She won't like it. "They need to know." He said, simply.

She put a hand on her forehead, rubbing her temples. "Jon…"

"I can't expect people to follow me based on a lie." He hurried to explain. "I understand why father-" He stopped himself, taking a deep breath. "Why Lord Stark lied to everyone. I wish he'd told me before I left to join the Night's Watch, but I've made my peace with it." I swore an oath to renounce a name I didn't even know I had. Did uncle Benjen know? It doesn't matter now, I guess.

He continued, "There's no time for lies anymore. We're about to face an enemy that might destroy us all if we're not ready."

"All the more reason we must be careful." She said slowly, with the air of someone trying to explain something very complicated to a child. She always thinks she's smarter than everyone else. "If they didn't believe you about the Army of the Dead before, imagine how they'll think after this."

"Keeping secrets from our allies won't help." Jon was adamant. I won't live in a lie anymore.

"Fine. We'll tell them." She seemed to give up the fight. He was about to thank her for understanding, when she asked, "But can you wait a bit longer?"

Jon hesitated. "How long?"

"We'll need to plan this." She quickly replied. She must have been expecting this. "The northern lords don't care much for Targaryens, so we'll have to do something about that. We'll also need southern allies. The key here is Daenerys Targaryen." She gave him a small smile, clearly proud of her own idea. "If we can convince them to work with her, we could solve two problems at once."

He couldn't deny his curiosity about the dragon queen. She was the last living member of that side of his family, so it was only natural. Daenerys is my aunt, he thought, we should at least be friendly. But he couldn't shake the feeling that Sansa was manipulating him, offering what she knew he wanted.

"And until then, what?" He asked, getting back on topic. "We'll just keep lying to everybody?"

She stared at him, and he held her gaze until she blinked first. "...Yes." She said, blinking again. "For the sake of our alliance, we'll need to keep the truth hidden." He started shaking his head, and she added, "Only for now. We'll tell them when the time is right."

"And what happens if they learn the truth on their own?" He knew she was right. Targaryens won't be welcomed in the North anytime soon. Yet, something felt wrong about this. They couldn't be blamed for lying when the liar took the secret to his grave, but once the truth was known…

"Then we might have a problem." She conceded, biting her lip. "You'll probably lose your crown, and if they suspect I knew too…"

"No." He interrupted her. I hadn't considered that. "Whatever happens to me, you must stay in power. The North needs a Stark in Winterfell." She smiled at that. "Maybe they'll make you queen."

Her smile became a grimace. "I wouldn't count on that. Remember what Lady Mormont said before the battle? Most of them don't even consider me a Stark anymore."

"Aren't we a pair?" Jon started, somewhat amused by the irony. "If they had made you queen in the first place, things would've been much simpler. Nobody would think twice about my heritage, and men would be falling over backwards to marry you."

"I've had enough weddings for a lifetime, Jon." She bit her lip, looking worried.

"What's wrong?"

She took a deep breath. "Littlefinger has a plan. He wants me to marry Robin Arryn, and then help him to… kill the boy." She whispered the last part, clearly still worried someone might be listening.

Jon froze. From what Sansa had told him about Lord Baelish, this didn't surprise him at all. But the way she had phrased it reminded him of a lesson he had learned long ago. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Maester Aemon had said. The old man had taught him much, but he had always seemed sad about his family. He died thinking his last relative was halfway across the world, but I was right there.

"Jon?" Sansa's voice broke him out of his own mind. "Did you hear me?"

"Yes, I was just..." He blinked a few times. "Never mind that. About this plan, what did you say? You told me yourself only a fool would trust Littlefinger."

"I don't trust him." She said, quickly. "But we need the Vale army, and they still answer to him." She sighed, looking away. "I won't let him kill Robin." She added, with determination.

"If what you just told me is true, couldn't we simply warn Lord Arryn? Maybe he'll order Littlefinger's death himself." Jon didn't know the young lord, but such a threat shouldn't be ignored. If not for Sansa's caution, he would have executed Lord Baelish a long time ago. Selling her to the Boltons was just the crime he knew.

She shook her head. "You don't know Robin Arryn. The boy has always worshiped Littlefinger, even before he married aunt Lysa. I doubt anything we say will convince him." She turned back to look at him. "No, we'll have to be clever here. I'm working on a plan of my own."

He waited, but she didn't offer an explanation. "Fine, I trust you. Just let me know if I can help."

Jon made to leave, but she grabbed his arm. "Wait, before you go…" He turned around. "I don't know how you must be feeling, but I've had time to think too and there's something you need to hear." She put her hands on his shoulders, making sure he was paying attention. "It doesn't matter. We were raised in Winterfell together. Father loved you as a son, and I'm sure when Bran and Arya return they'll feel the same way. You're my brother, Jon. Nothing is ever going to change that."

She moved closer, hugging him tight. He felt his eyes burning, so he closed them and leaned into her shoulder. "Thank you… Sister."

I wanted to add another character, but apparently Sansa and Jon had much to discuss.

The date is 18/05/2019