10.

As predicted, sleep didn't come easy for Melisandre the next night. She had spent years – and in her case it was a matter of hundred of years – sleeping just with herself, and now suddenly she couldn't find peace without a body wrapped around hers. No, not just any body, his body. His handsome battle-scarred body she now knew so well, even if they hadn't even had sex.

After hours of turning in vain in her cold sheets, she stood up and put on her usual red dress, with the purpose of enjoy the sight of the sleeping castle. However, when she reached the hall, it was not empty as she had expected. Lady Sansa was already there, in the centre of the room, sipping wine.

"Lady Sansa. Is it proper to say good morning yet?"

The young lady ackowledged the new presence with a nod and spoke only when the red woman deliberately took a seat beside her.

"I should have gone to him last night. I can't think that there is a chance he will die and I will never see him again" she whispered, probably more to herself than to the other woman. But it was loud enough to be heard, and Melisandre surely knew who she was referring to.

It was a confession, one that could be made only in the middle of the night and maybe forgotten in the light of day.

A confession that didn't require a judge, but just a listener.

A confession that could have been repayed only with another confession.

Therefore, Melisandre chose not to comment, but to let her thoughts free as well.

"I used to go to Ser Davos's room every night and sleep with him. This is the first night I am alone and I am finding trouble sleeping" she revealed, ignoring the look of pure shock that crossed the other woman's face for a moment. It was not like she had some reputation to mantain anyway.

"I didn't know there was something between you and Ser Davos" Sansa couldn't help but say.

"There isn't" Melisandre bluntly precised. "Don't mistaken me, Lady Sansa. We have not a relationship… I just want to be near him… And now that he is gone, I… I miss him"

Now, as the words fell from her mouth, she was making a confession to herself as well. Missing him? What was new for Sansa, was coming as a surprise to her own ears too.

This time, the Lady of Winterfell was quicker to recover and a small and tender smile was on her lips. The two women looked at each other and that was the moment a sort of understanding was made.

"You don't have to sleep alone, if you don't want to. I could use some company with this" Sansa said, grabbing the bottle of wine on the table. She then poured the liquid into an empty globet and offered it to her new friend, who gladly accepted it.

None of the two slept that night, but found some comfort in waiting together for dawn- and for whatever it would have brought to them.

11.

"And where is Ser Davos?"

Melisandre could not help the question, nor the worried tone she used. All around her, people were reuniting after the expedition beyond the Barrer and some news were already being told. But as she watched Lady Sansa gently putting her hand on the Hound's arm, all she could think about was why she was not doing the same with the one she considered her own knight.

Jon Snow received the question with a hesitation she didn't like. His face suddenly was a mask of sorrow and his eyes looked down for a moment, as a sign of guilt.

"We lost sight of him as we were running from the White Walkers. Both Ser Davos and Tormund are lost. I am so sorry" he finally said, raising his voice.

He was speaking to everyone, not caring to give her a special attention. On the contrary, it was Brienne of Tarth the one to be addressed with that last comment and all the eyes were on the tall blonde woman. Melisandre was glad for that distraction so that she could sneak out from the courtyard without being noticed.

She didn't run, nor showed any particolar emotion as she walked the empty hallway of the castle. She was looking for a quiet place to be alone, but not to cry like a child. Instead, she suppressed the feeling of dreadfullness inside her and spent the whole day staring in her precious fire, hoping to find a comfort in the flames.

But soon the night fell, the flames died down and a knock on her door signaled that dinner had come. It was only then as she took the tray from the servant and looked at the food that finally the reality of the situation hit her with all its strenght. As for some sort of twisted irony, onions were filling her plate and, before she knew, tears were filling her eyes – a salty feeling on her cheek for a salty man. Soon, the tears became actual sobs and the only comfort she could find was to leave her room and return to his one, climbing on the bed they had shared for all those nights.

The bed in her room was left untouched, as untouched was left the food.

And yet they say that onions could make you cry only when you cut them.

12.

The man opened the door without making any noise, so the woman in the dark made no move. Anyway, he saw her before she heard him, thanks to an exceptionally radiant moon in spite it was the middle of the night.

"My Lady, have you already stolen my bed?"

Melisandre almost jumped on the bed, sitting up quickly. Hearing an unexpected voice in the previously empty room could justify her reaction, espcially considering the familiarity of the voice in matter.

"Oh, Ser Davos... I thought you have died" she barely whispered, not daring now to move.

She had slept just a few hours and not continously. The previous night had been important to understand how much she had become used to him; but missing him for a night could never be compared to missing him for ever. Of course, she couldn't have the certainty of his death, but still, while crying all alone, she had felt like grieving.

So now, she could only stare at him with open wide eyes, wondering if she were really awake.

"Ah, I don't think that's a good excuse to give my bed up yet. Maybe you could have waited for two or three days and..."

His teasing sentence was left unfinished as he finally looked at her face. The sight left him puzzled, or better, in complete awe. Her hair was messy, her face pale and her blue eyes wet for tears. She looked in clear distress and he had never seen her like that, not even after Stannis had died, not even after Jon Snow had died and she had lost her faith. But still, in front of that discovery, the only thing he could think about was how beautiful she was in that moment.

"You are crying" he eventually noted.

"I thought you were dead" she simply replied, looking away from him in a vain attempt to avoid her display of humanity.

Confusion won over worry at that observation, as his awe only increased.

"Wait... Are you crying for me?'' he asked, not believing what logic was making him imply.

"I am, I was" she replied, quicker and easier than expected.

Facing the White walkers and almost becoming one of them was nothing compared to the absurdity of that moment. Beyond the Barrer he had had fear of dying and more often than not the thought of her crossed his mind, but he would have never expected that she was thinking of him as well, not with that intensity. It was long ago since he had someone waiting for him and to come back to, and definitely she was not that type of woman. And yet here they were.

Since when threats of enemies become whispers of secret lovers?

Since when he started to consider her not a dangerous witch but some kind of pure angel, his pure angel?

Slowly, he approached her sitting next to her and gently raised her chin with two good fingers. Staring once again into her eyes, he didn't say anything, but just kissed her on the lips, as she had requested when they had separated.

It was a sweet and short kiss - that until she kissed him back at least. Soon, in fact, passion exploded as she grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him down on the bed under her body.

"I want you right now" she said, almost desperately.

"I want you too" he said, any diffidence and doubt suddenly forgotten.

In spite of the tiredness they both felt, for all night they kept kissing and touching and exploring each other's bodies. And even if they wouldn't have called it that, they made love, no doubt of it.

Too fluff? I definetly love these two, so I couldn't help it! next chapter is pure drama though - and spoiler: one of them WILL DIE.

Two chapters are left, but I have another story in mind with this pairing, so I am sorry in advance but you'll probably see more of me and Davos/melisandre soon lol