This is my first fan fiction. All the characters that appear in this fan fiction are above eighteen years old.
I do not own any characters, but all of them belong to the original author, George RR Martin.
Arya had the door key. She unlocked a thick wooden door in the front and left it half open. The main staircase in the house leads to her room. She was already tired and, put a little more strength into her legs, finally reached her room. Her room grew silent.
Late at night, she and her sister had a small fight.
Arya could not stop herself crying. Sansa's words had gravely hurt her. Tears welled up in her gray eyes. Arya rose and tiptoed to her sister's room.
"Sansa must be sleeping in her room." Arya reflected. She found the room lights turned off. That was a opportunity, she could hardly miss.
Arya narrowly escaped from her room to the main hall in the dark and, through the front door, stepped out of her house with a dead phone, and her wallet inside her jeans pocket. Both of them lived in a large and magnificent house, built by her father twenty years ago to raise their family.
Angrily, Arya left her house and found the right place. Her phone battery was already dead.
It was Jon's house. Jon's father had built that home for his lovely wife and his son, when he was a child. There was a small gate to the entrance in the front, with the wooden fence erected, surrounding it around. She fastened the lock on the gate, which swung open with a small push. Ascending the three wide stairs raised in front of the main door of his house, she rang the doorbell twice.
"Jon, It is me Arya." She shouted in enthusiasm, waiting at his doorstep. Jon opened the door and smiled at seeing his cousin Arya.
"Hey firefly, It is good to see you at this late hour." He teased her.
"You are still awake." He tried to open his mouth to reply.
She burst into laughter.
Jon was shocked to hear them fighting and gave her permission to stay at his place. She found it safe and perfect for her night stay.
She has never hurt anyone intentionally. Jon always defended her actions. Arya was a little playful and wild from the age of fourteen. Sansa was stricter in her own way. Of the two cousins, Sansa and Arya, the youngest is his favorite. Everyone knew it. But, there was much difference between them.
"Dinner is ready. I've got the room in the upstairs clean for you." Before she could object, he continued, "Do what I say. You must get some rest. I have a meeting to attend in the morning." Arya stopped playing on her phone.
"Will you be going alone to the office tomorrow?" Arya asked him. "Yes, at eight thirty in the morning." He answered.
She looked up at him to say something."You don't have to say thanks to me." He treated her with kindness towards her and cousin Sansa.
"I don't feel like eating food. This is the best place for me to sleep."Arya laughed softly.
The room: it was much quieter than her own room at her mansion. She opened the cupboard and tried some of his clothes, many of which were too large for her to wear. He had pretty new collections added. Not much choices left, she decided to wear a green long sleeve T-shirt, which looked pretty amazing on her.
Jon was sitting near the window. "He'd definitely tease me." She thought, sitting down by his side.
"Would you like to try a bowl of chocolate ice cream?" Jon asked her. Her mouth watered at the mention of chocolate. She'd never be able to say no to such a nice offer. He passed it in a bowl to her with a silver spoon.
She was as hungry as a wolf, as she skipped the dinner after an ugly fight with her sister. Her stomach grumbled from the diet food. The smell of her favorite chocolate flavor and cheese sandwiches lured her to grab and take a bite.
"I'm going to read a book before going to sleep." Jon said.
"Will you be sleeping in the living hall?" She was curious. "No, silly girl. We'll talk later."
It was a strange thing how little, in general, she knew about him in all these years. His parents died in a car accident he was nine years old in school. In the childhood days, it was her who began to quarrel. He was as calm as a millpond.
She was in a foul mood. Sansa had seen her with her boyfriend. She got angry and yelled at her. She grabbed a soft, deep lemon cushion on the sofa and began punching to it; where fine wrinkles started to form.
"He'd definitely ask about that idiot."
"How long have we known each other? It is a short story, but you need to understand there is nothing going on between us. Sansa saw us kissing in the woods," Arya continued, "It was an accident."
She grew up away from her mother and her family. She had two siblings, one brother and a sister. She was rebellious and stubborn.
Arya was so tired that she slept on the couch. He carried her lithe body to his room and laid her on the bed. "Good night Jon!" Arya mumbled in her sleep.
Sansa went straight to her cousin's place to pick her sister up. She was at his place at the right time. Now it seems impossible. Arya had gone to sleep. She handed out a bag to him.
"Have I ever wondered why I am still single?" Quietly, she drank the water, not thinking over much about his question. Sansa was in no mood, playing riddles and learning philosophy in the dead of the night. She yawned. Jon noticed it too.
Sansa had an odd habit of always giving orders to her sister, which had got Arya to lose her temper. "She doesn't treat me not as her friend, but kind of like a maid servant."
Quickly, she slipped her feet into flat baby pink slippers.
The morning did not look quite as promising as he had thought. Sansa examined her sharp nails on her fingers. She sat on her back, straight on the sofa couch in the living room. She found herself thinking about last night's fight with Arya.
"Are they still sleeping?" She thought, looking upward at Jon's room. Arya was a morning person, unlike her. Sometimes, it was difficult to accept her choice. She is right.
"I have got some clothes for her. She might need it." Jon nodded. Sansa loved her sister. "Where did you hear from? Was it Arya?" Sansa asked him, in a weak voice, mentally berating herself.
"What I am hearing, is it true?"
"Why would Arya try to steal your boyfriend? Why did you involve her? I am asking something." Jon raised his voice for the first time, demanding an honest answer from Sansa.
"Who did you see with her? Arya seems reluctant to answer."
"Where should I begin with?" Sansa rubbed her chin and tried to retrieve her memory.
"Joe, who is one of her college friends, met her once in the auditorium hall. They spent the whole day on a science project. She had trouble finishing her project. I guess he might have helped her out. Since then, they often regularly met in public places." Jon listened carefully. He did not interrupt her.
Sansa was the other cousin, different from his little one. Arya did inherit some of her father's features, his brown hair and long, solemn face, whereas Sansa turned out to be like her mother.
Sansa had grown into a mature woman with long dark red hair.
"How did you two got together in the first place?" As a friend of hers, Jon inquired. He grew up with his parents. He sat on his sofa with legs rested on the coffee table, awaiting a message on his phone. Suddenly, like a boomerang, his phone vibrates. "Whether to consider the news is good or bad is up to you but what I want to say is, the meeting with Tyrion's company has been called off." He reads it.
"Both of us had the same dream and slowly began to trust his kind nature. Far away from his mansion, he and his friends would go on a short trip to the hills on weekends." Sansa continued, "Many times I would turn down his invitation, he said it was unkind of me if I didn't visit his mansion after inviting me so many times. So the next week, I left and had gone to his place."
"It is hard to understand her." Jon thought. The dark haired man, who was he is searching for had a sexual relationship with her. It did not last for three months.
"Arya is dating this man." Jon confirmed. Things were getting terrific and wild that seemed hard to imagine. Arya was only eighteen.
"She is much younger than us. I understand her freedom. Once and for all, I talked about their relationship. Suddenly, she got angry and came to your place."
"I cannot accuse her. The fault was mine. I do not blame her. Jon, try to understand me. It is not safe." Sansa tried to warn him.
She lowered her gaze, with her head dropped down masking her redness spread across her cheeks.
Jon wondered why Sansa was talking about her sister's relationship with him. She came into this world within a year after Jon. Years later, Sansa stopped calling him big brother. Whether she seemed worried about her sister's life, he had no idea. All his eyes were on Sansa. What was there to feel jealous about? Jon had heard about a woman killing her lover with a knife, ditching her.
He shook his head and played a safe game. Perhaps, she failed to understand her sister or Jon got it wrong. Sansa was right in her own way. "Arya is still very young." He left it on time to answer.
"It's really difficult for me to think she would betray me. I hurt her a lot, didn't I?" Sansa admitted. "It's not entirely her fault. I blamed her for my mistake."
Sansa did not sleep properly. Jon brought her a cup of hot coffee to drink, as she stayed at Jon's place all night and went to her home early in the morning. Sansa looked over at his room worried. Arya was still sleeping. Sansa used to read her bedtime stories when she was six.
"Arya, did you fall asleep? I am not going to read any stories tomorrow." Sansa was extremely sleepy and strained her bloodshot eyes.
Arya turned her face and went to sleep. "Good night!" Her voice echoed in her ears.
That morning, Jon slept in a small guest room. Jon prayed for silence in the morning. She ran at full speed to his room and jumped into the bed. She noticed his room felt quite and serene. He had closed his eyes, toying with her. "Jon, Wake up!" She screamed near his face. He pushed her aside and pulled the covers over him.
Jon rose from the bed. He noticed her, she was still tired. "You need some sleep. Go sleep. I have to get ready for the office." Arya shut her eyes.
Arya opened her eyes and suddenly remembered she was not in her house. She was afraid to face her sister. Five minutes later, she got off the bed and opened the bedroom door. Arya searched for her sister in the house.
"Has she gone home?" She asked Jon about Sansa. "She is still here." Jon said quickly.
He waited for her response. "Do you know where she is?" Jon evaded her question purposely.
"She just left half an hour ago." Jon replied. She watched him warily. Arya did not had any idea what was she going to do today. Arya walked down the stairs. Jon took the plates away from the table and put them in the sink.
"Would you like something to eat?" Jon continued, "I have just had breakfast with Sansa."
"Who is the boy who had stolen a maid's heart? Why is that I am the last person to know about him." Arya covered her mouth and could not stop herself from laughing at his silly questions.
"Joe is a friend of mine. Did Sansa tell you about him? I guess it is time that you should know about Joe."
Arya narrated her version of meeting Joe and the incident in the park.
"Sansa happened to be right there, but at the wrong time. Whatever she had seen, she is terribly wrong to say Joe is the culprit. It was purely accidental. I lost my balance and fell on top of him. Nothing happened like that between us. She is angry that I am defending her boyfriend. Even that I can prove that she is the one who mistook it." Arya confessed. She got a mischievous look from Jon.
"That was really not funny. You should have told her that there is nothing between the two of us. I must say that he is very mature and decent looking."Jon replied.
"At first, she lied to me. I found it suspicious to see things lying around the place. She brings a guy to our home when I am not around. She called over her friends for a party at my place. Actually, I had no idea. Joe and his two best friends came along with them. Sansa actually wanted to grab his attention. One of her friends tried to misbehave with me. I kicked hard on his balls. He learned his lesson." Arya laughed as she remembered that day, the teenager growling at her. Jon got the message.
Of all things, it was her happiness that mattered the most to him. Maybe she was afraid to tell Sansa that they are in a relationship. Now, everything is meaningless.
"I actually like black hair." She had never shown interest in asking someone out for a date.
Jon showed the photos of his old personal secretary with his boss in his office. "She is the boss in her own way." Jon complained to her.
"He is very handsome and tall." Arya commented. He began to talk about his new boss. Jaime, a young man in his late twenties, fell in love with his personal secretary and married her in a year. The rumors were that Cersei was pregnant with his child. In a single meet, Jon realized he must stay vigilant in her presence. She had a lot of ambition.
"I hate her." Jon said loudly. Arya saw his face turn hard.
"I was sure that certain ladies were attracted to rich men. It might be a misunderstanding."
"Why do I need to go anywhere? I can stay over here." Arya thought. Not knowing, her wish came true.
"There is a spare key to the front door kept on the table." He said calmly, not anything; he had his friend's place to stay over for the night.
Jon bid her goodbye.
After finishing his college, one afternoon, Jaime had dragged him and introduced his office. They had a small talk that extended to the late evening."I have an offer. Do you find this office nice for you?" Jaime asked plainly. Jon smiled, nodding his head. Nothing else, the salary that was offered to him, could cover up his daily expenses and lead a normal life.
Jon began to work, as his personal assistant. Cersei was already working as his personal secretary in the early days. He had a teenage crush on her for a very long time. Jon got her cell phone number and sent a short message to her. She never replied to it. One day, he read the text messages on Jaime's phone. He found out that Cersei was pregnant.
Finally, he arrived at the office gate and parked his car near the parking space.
"Jaime, I am not going to work with her." Cersei did not spend much time at her house. She went to the office daily and worked hard for her boss.
"She is coming to the office today." Jaime cut his conversation off. Jon did not have a choice and nodded his head. Jon pushed the door and began to walk to the devil's cabin. Cersei had been waiting for Jon in her office room.
"She never bothered about his past relationship, did she?"
Cersei heard a loud knock on the door. "Come in," she answered. Jon entered into her office, a cramped and tiny room with an open window behind her. She lifted her head up and turned back to him from the book grasped in her right hand. Cersei's red dress looked quite incredibly sexy.
The last thought had already had slipped out of his mind.
"I am busy with office work. There is a small matter which we need to discuss. Be quick." She sat down at the edge of the long glass-topped wooden table and straightened her shapely legs at her heels.
Jon had developed and constructed the latest model of a complex housing construction project last evening. Seeing his model, Cersei looked particularly worried about the full cost.
He came up with a straight answer, that brought her immense relief over her stern face. Cersei comfortably settled back into in her high backed chair with her legs crossed. She seemed completely relaxed with his presentation.
Jon had never thought about his sex life before. In his morning erotic dream, he dreamt about a blonde woman, who worked in the same office, joining her in a wild sex adventure in his office room. She was quite attractive for her age. Jon held her responsible for all this mess.
An overwhelming urge took over his body to kiss her lips. She was amazed to see him fighting over his natural feelings. "I am impressed." She licked her moist lips.