Jon
'Don't be so worried,' Ygritte chided. They were in the living room of their apartment. Jon paced over and back across the room almost lazily.
'I can't help it,' Jon said. 'You don't know how she makes me feel.'
'Should I be jealous?'
Jon laughed, before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss from her. She smiled through the kiss, then batted him away impatiently.
'Don't start a fight you can't finish, Jon Snow,' she said. 'You know what'll happen if we keep kissing.'
'I know. Remember when we nearly missed our flight to Iceland?'
'The key word there,' she said, 'is nearly.'
He smiled. He was meant to be at the Stark house in half an hour. It was a twenty minute journey, but he knew Ygritte was right. Jon watched her beautiful fiery hair shine in the evening sunlight, and sighed.
'I'd best be going,' he said. 'Catelyn won't be pleased if I'm late.'
'She won't be pleased whatever you do.' Ygritte shrugged, and stretched out on the sofa.
'Aye, true enough. But still.'
She nodded, and grinned. Her arms stretched towards him, and taking his hands in her own Ygritte placed them on either side of her face. She turned and placed a swift kiss in the centre of each palm.
'See you later, Jon.'
For a second Jon was tempted to cancel on the Starks, to suddenly come down with a cold and spend the rest of the night with Ygritte. The thought was followed by an image of Ned Stark's disappointed face, eyebrows furrowed at the idea of putting oneself before one's family. Inwardly, Jon rolled his eyes, and kissed Ygritte once more. She tolerated it for a few seconds before pulling away.
'Go!' She waved her arms at him. 'Go and be sociable with your family.'
'I will. See you later.'