Jon
That scent, flowers that just seemed to surround him, as if he was standing in a warm meadow. The press of her warm frame nestled against his side… Oh. Her head tucked under his chin, her arm thrown over his side and her leg hooked over his, ugh. If this wasn't fucking torture he didn't know what was, at least she's warm. Maybe he was wrong, he didn't just dislike her, he really hated her. The stupid easy smiles, the mischief in her eyes, the teasing, her presence, yep he definitely hated her. Checking the time, it was just going on six, way too early to get up yet. Today was going to be a long and tiring day but it was going to be worth it. Shifting slightly he pulled the duvet up pausing as she stirred burrowing her face against his neck, like that was fucking normal…
'Drogon, down' it was a mumble as her nose brushed his neck and she sighed drifting back off to sleep. He had to bite his tongue to stop himself from cursing, was she fucking with him? Was she awake and clearly tormenting him? Sighing, he pulled the duvet around them before closing his eyes and trying to get a few more hours sleep.
It was 08:06 when he next woke to her knee pressing into his bladder, he wasn't sure how she did it but she was at the opposite side of him. Her head under his chin, her arm across his chest and that bastard knee resting on his bladder with her foot wedged between his legs. Who sleeps like fucking that? It didn't really matter, all he knew was that he couldn't take it much longer. Waking her up was like nigh on impossible with mumbles and nattering until she finally opened her bea-sleep crusted eyes.
"Oh, good morning,"
"It wasn't a nightmare, fantastic" her voice was hoarse from sleep as she closed her eyes again and snuggled back down.
"You look like a nightmare," it was the furthest thing from the truth, but he wouldn't tell her that.
"You're the last person id strive to look good for,"
"Can you even look good?" he was fighting the grin that was desperate for released as she looked up to glare at him,
"You're awfully brave with my foot so close to your balls," she held his gaze as she moved her foot slightly between her legs, though he kept his face neutral. Yes, he was hard but that was morning wood and had nothing to do with her. His main concern was her fucking knee.
"Speaking of would you mind moving your knee, it's digging into my bladder,"
"Like this?" she dug her knee in further and he winced bowing off the bed until he was sat up. Climbing to his feet quickly and heading to the bathroom to relieve himself. When he returned to bed he was cold, and annoyed but he felt better a little surprised when she shuffled back until she was pressed against him again 'Sorry,' she sounded like a chastised kid, though he didn't say anything wrapping an arm around her and enjoying her warmth. The soft warmth of her fingers brushing the back of his hand froze him to his very core,
"How are your hands so cold?"
"Generator doesn't kick in until after midday," it was true; regrettably, it took longer than usual to frame himself in the mornings. It was the popping of buttons, his heart picking up as she pressed his hand against the soft warmth of her flat stomach. He was sure his head was going to explode, the knowledge that she had nothing underneath it only adding fuel to the fire as he pul- she leaned back against his chest. Jon was trying to stop himself from doing anything stupid, even as he stroked her stomach in circles slowly, the circles growing larger, drawing over her skin in a downward trajectory,
"What do you think you're doing?" she smacked the back of his hand like his was a naughty child but she didn't move to pull his hand away, simply moved it back above her belly button,
"Warming my hands,"
"Of course you were," There was no doubt about it, she could feel his cock press against her back as he brushed her hair with his nose looking for the warmth of her throat. Hands moving slowly over the expanse of her soft skin he realised quickly she wasn't wearing a bra either as his fingers brushed the underside of her breast. Dany laughed rolling over on the bed so he couldn't touch her and squashing his hand against her stomach. "Just warming your hand huh?" she scoffed climbing to her feet and moving to the bathroom. What the fuck did he just do? Poison, she was like fucking poison, corrupting him until he was like putty in her hand. He was always weak when it came to her, he thought the years would help but they clearly fucking hadn't. He was still mumbling curses when she climbed into bed and snuggled up to him like nothing really mattered, did it? Did it mean anything? They were simply just friends… barley.
They spent more time cuddling and talking, catching up against, going against every voice in his head that said run. Soon enough they were getting dressed and heading to the car, only he needed to drop the key card at the reception along the way. Standing there seeing all the bloody signs he couldn't help asking about the swimming pool. 'I'm sorry sir but access to the swimming pool is not included under the bronze room,' the way the woman looked only managed to piss him off, the scowl as if he wasn't worthy of talking about the pool much less swimming in it. Smiling tightly he grabbed Dany's hand pulling her towards the exit only just out of sight he pulled her around at towards the swimming pool pushing her towards the doors to the women's changing rooms,
"Jon, we can't" she looked worried though he couldn't see why.
"I fancy a shower. You can wait in the car if you want," he fished in his pocket for the keys and held them out for her, she rolled her eyes turning to head into the bathroom before she paused again and turned around,
"Seriously, who are you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," he winked before dashing into the changing rooms, it was thrilling sneaking around… It wasn't like someone was going to ask to see his room key as he was stood in a shower cubicle washing his balls. It was a quick shower and he towel dried his hair as best he could before waiting for her outside and trying to put some semblance into his hair. She emerged laughing, crouching and running her fingers through his hair and helping to pull it back, a shy smile on her face as she all but flew to her feet when she realized what she was doing. Last night she'd somehow destroyed all his barriers, laid waste to all his anger and left him in a sea of vulnerability where he knew one thing… He'd fucking missed her. Yet he squashed the thought, grabbed the mortar and started to build a new wall as they moved to the car. Climbing into the car they headed to the carvery around the corner to grab everyone breakfast sandwiches' Arya and Robb were easy and Dany- Ugh…Daenerys, Miss Targaryen was able to fill in for everyone else. Heading back to camp he couldn't help but dread it.
He could see it now, the jokes and the teasing. The teasing would be unbearable… The other thing was how she would become, here in their bubble, it was more like a pit, she was civil but with her friends, she was likely to revert back to her bitch persona. The field was more like a damn swamp as he drove up the banking back to the other cars, everyone was still in their cars from the look of it but as soon as they pulled up he could see Robb climbing out the car with Margery looking rough as fuck. Turning he caught Da- Daenerys staring at the box of drinks on her lap,
"You're still a cunt," she looked at him pointedly, "But, thank you for putting up with me last night," he couldn't help but scoff as she failed at repressing the smile on her bea-lips.
"Don't worry, I hated every second of it," she shook her head, eyes bright and lo- ugh, "But, I survived," she scoffed then climbing out the car with the drinks only to turn back before she closed the door.
"Fuck off," the door closed and she flipped him off again as she marched off to the table. Jon followed after her with the sandwiches' off the back seat and a blanket for the bench. Flattening the blanket on the bench he took a seat as everyone else emerged from their cars each looking as bad as the other... At least they kept each other warm.
"Where did you two get off to last night?" asked Margaery,
"Well seen as you lot left me in the middle of the damn storm with that Knob," she had the audacity to point at him. It wasn't like he fed her, gave her a ride or shared his room with her, should have left her in the field.
"Language," Grey looked amused from where he was sat eating his sandwich, though Jon tried to simply focus on his own,
"You didn't answer the question," The innocence in Missy's voice is what made him look up, he wished he didn't the smug faces were annoying.
"McDonald's," he decided to answer for her, they went to McDonald's.
"12 hours in McDonald's?" Arya scrunched her face exchanging a look with Missy who looked at Margery, like some kind of great conspiracy. Not to mention 12 hours, was she watching the clock or something?
"Well obviously not," he rolled his eyes at his cousin, only she rolled her eyes right back.
"We shared a room,"
"I bet you did," Margery winked and he contemplated throwing the rest of his sandwich at her head,
"Ugh, been there, done that, got the T-shirt, burnt the T-shirt, now I'd prefer to die," despite her little rant a deep blush covered her cheeks and Margery looked at him with what could only be described as a knowing look. There really wasn't anything to know…
"So how was it?" he nearly choked on his drink, as he sat up and glared at Robb, of course, he couldn't just keep his mouth shut.
"Fuck off Robb, nothing happened,"
"He defiantly didn't get any… he's grumpy," he glared at Arya before he glanced around the table in disbelief as they laughed at his expense even Daenerys, the bitch.
"Wow, you must have had quite the night watching out for me, Gendry mustn't have been doing much to keep you occupied…" she blushed like a maid before her eyes narrowed and she was scowling at him,
"Wow, thanks a lot." Gendry shook his head and Jon reached over patting on the shoulder in sympathy of his awful sex life. Gendry laughed brushing his hand away only with the look on Arya's face he knew it wasn't the end of it. Thankfully they ate quickly before retreating back to their cars to sort out the gear they needed for the vale, it was a few hour trek up to the vale so they needed to make sure they had everything beforehand. Daenerys came and thankfully fucked off back to Margery's car… Emptying his things he started fresh on his rucksack making sure he had the essentials clothes, spare clothes, toothbrush, and toothpaste. His rain tarp was wrapped tightly and put inside the bag too with two blankets. The bag wasn't big enough for his sleeping bag but he rolled it up and attached it to the top of his bag using the string while the bottom would be where he secured his tent after he sorted the pockets out.
They were staying for two night but it was always safer to pack extra. Better to have and not need than need and not have. Glancing up as Arya revved up the car, he winked as she flipped him off a shit eating grin on her face as she pointed ahead. Turning slightly, eyes widening he couldn't react quick enough as the car jostled over his tent. The crunches of the poles were answer enough and he closed his eyes to calm down. When he opened his eyes he glared at her, her face dropping slightly before she shrugged and drove off.
He didn't want to check the tent, if he didn't check it, it wasn't broken… He watched Arya disappear down the dirt road a small voice in the back of his head hoping she collided with a tree, not hard enough to hurt her but maybe hard enough to break the car. Robb was at his side looking at the tent if it was some kinds of dead animal a moment later, a slight grin on his stupid face.
"You poked the bear" poked the fucking bear.He wasn't in the mood for this, so he grabbed the tent and threw it in the boot of the car half tempted to call it quits and head home. A part of him didn't want to so he decided to check the condition, a tiny part of him hopefully though the majority of him resigned to the fact he'd need to stop off somewhere to buy a new fucking tent. Thanks, Arya!
"You just had to open your mouth,"
"Fuck off Robb!"
"Is it fixable?" looking at the cracked pipes, no, the tent would collapse the minute he put the damn thing up. Annoyed was an understatement, as stuffed the pieces back in the sleeve and threw it in the bin.
"Sometimes I think you're being stupid on purpose,"
"Calm down bro,"
"Please just give me a minute," he needed some time, it wouldn't be a good idea to punch Robb in the face so soon into the journey. It's not his fault… He knew Robb meant well but he didn't really care at that moment. Taking a deep breath he slammed the boot shut and climbed in, he needed to find somewhere that sold damn tents. Any outdoor goods store would be good, hells even a supermarket, and then he would figure out a way to pay Arya back… Scrolling through the 'near me' section he looked for stores that sold tents.
Knock – Knock – Knock
Glancing up, he rolled his eyes frowning at the amused look on Dany's face, Just great… She was here no doubt to rub his face in the shit show that was his tent. Jon didn't even bother to open the car and turned back to his phone.
"Open the door you prick, I want to talk to you," he glanced over as she looked at him expectedly and he opened the car,
"I was going to say sorry about the tent but you dissevered it," he didn't bother giving her an answer turning his attention back to his phone,
"Er I was thinking, would you like a make a deal. I need a ride up to the Eyrie and you need a tent so you give me a lift and ill share my tent,"
"You actually want me to share your tent,"
"Well no, but I need a ride because if I have to hear any more sexual innuendo's between Robb and Marg I may lose my mind. It's a big tent, fits like 6 people so I'm sure you'll be able to squeeze your ego in there," he watched her ramble on in the adorable blush crossing over her cheeks, she shook her head as she continued. "I also may need to borrow your rain tarp," he laughed then remembering the wind that took hers,
"Of course you can have a lift but are you sure you want to share your tent, I mean sharing a room is one th-"
"We've shared much more than a bed before, I'm okay with sharing a tent if you are,"
"Well I'm hoping I can find a store open to buy one, but if not id be grateful if I could. Well until Sansa can bring me one on Wednesday?" Daario was arriving on Wednesday… There was no way he was getting in the way of that shit show… No matter what it was going to be hilarious.
"Okay deal," they shook hands and he smiled shaking his head as she climbed out the car and went to grab her things to put back in the car. So now, they were sharing a tent… Looking at the stores nearby most of the outdoor goods stores were up in the north, there were two in the Stormlands and one in Kings Landing but none between where they were in the Reach and the destination in the Vale, typical…