Day 3 – Legends / Beyond the Wall
Summary: Set after 'Dancing with two left feet' although you do not have to read that to understand this. Jon and Sansa are living amongst the wildlings as a couple, but feelings develop and what started as a ruse to keep her safe has turned into something they both want to become real.
Twists and Turns
The ceremony is… unusual, although little in Sansa's life is as expected nowadays.
Jon had always kept to the Old Gods but she had been raised in both faiths, and he had insisted on mingling the two together despite her own insistence that it didn't matter. It doesn't, really. All she cares about is that they'll be married. For real.
Still, she has to admit that she loves the way it all flows together, how they pick and choose only what suits them and blend it together to create something uniquely theirs. She's the one that gives herself away, a flutter of warmth coursing through her blood when he claims her as his.
The feast that follows is as lively as ever. The food is still scarce but there's plenty of drinking and the jokes get bawdier as it goes, but Sansa laughs as heartily at them as everyone else. After almost nine moons living with the Free Folk she's getting better at this, even if her cheeks still flush at some of the things she hears.
She's dancing with Tormund when her husband comes to her. Sansa curtsies and Jon laughs before pulling her into his arms with a confidence that betrays nothing of the shy boy she had once tried to teach how to dance.
Their bodies are flush against each other as they sway to the music, one of his hands coming up to tenderly place a lock of hair behind her ear. He moves forward and Sansa closes her eyes for a kiss, but his mouth chooses to trace a path of fire against her jaw until he's breathing against her ear. "Ready for the next part love?"
She gasps when he lightly bites her lobe, her cheeks heating at the thought of it. They have been getting bolder with each other since that first kiss, and she's no stranger now to the pleasure they can give to one another with their hands and mouths. She's still a maid though, and want and trepidation both course through her veins at the thought of what's to come.
He seems to read her mind and pulls back slightly to place his forehead against hers, his knuckles caressing her cheek as his eyes crinkle into a smile. "Soon my love. But I meant the rest of this wedding."
She pulls back to look at him, curiosity in her eyes. "What rest?"
He smiles at her, his boyish grin turning roguish before he lowers his head and whispers, "I'm going to steal you now." He moves fast, his upper body bending to grab her by the waist and throw her over his shoulder in a smooth movement, and she yelps in surprise a moment before his words register and she bursts into laughter. She can hear the rest of the villagers laughing and hollering along as Jon begins to move them towards their hut.