I'm the Mess That You Wanted Chapter 12: Dress, a game of thrones fanfic

Chapter 12

Dress

Dress by Taylor Swift

Our secret moments in a crowded room / They got no idea about me and you / There is an indentation in the shape of you / Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation / My hands are shaking from holding back from you / All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting / My hands are shaking from all this

Say my name and everything just stops / I don't want you like a best friend / Only bought this dress so you could take it off / Take it off / Carve your name into my bedpost / 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend / Only bought this dress so you could take it off / Take it off

Inescapable, I'm not even going to try / And if I get burned, at least we were electrified / I'm spilling wine in the bathtub / You kiss my face and we're both drunk / Everyone thinks that they know us / But they know nothing about

Only bought this dress so you could take it off / Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Flashback when you met me / Your buzzcut and my hair bleached / Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me / Flashback to my mistakes / My rebounds, my earthquakes / Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me / And I woke up just in time / Now I wake up by your side / My one and only, my lifeline / I woke up just in time / Now I wake up by your side / My hands shake, I can't explain this

There is an indentation in the shape of you / Only bought this dress so you could take it off / You made your mark on me, golden tattoo / Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Sansa - September 2017

Sansa slipped into her dress after she finished her hair and makeup. Her long red hair, loosely curled, cascaded down her back. She thought it was the most perfect dress to wear for Jon. The perfect dress for him to slide off her body. Slinky, baring her back, a deep v-neck to show some cleavage. And green, like the dress she wore at the engagement party that he complimented her on. She doubted that he remembered that but she hoped this dress would have the same effect.

Sure, they were spending more time together and getting reacquainted and comfortable with each other. And the night he took her to eat seemed like a date. But he still showed no romantic signs towards her. Ugh, what if he just wants to be really good friends? I don't think I could just be his friend, no matter how close we are.

There was a knock on the door as she and Margaery finished their final touches in Sansa's hotel room. "You ready, ladies?" Robb asked as Sansa let him in.

"Yes, lovey." Margaery said sweetly, looking glowingly beautiful in a black gown that showed every womanly curve she had along with the baby bump.

"Well, don't you two look beautiful," Robb said, taking their arms in each of his as he escorted them down to the ballroom.

Once they entered, Sansa looked around for a sight of Jon, ignoring the eyes of the guests that fell on her.

"Don't worry, he's on his way," Robb whispered to her and then whisked Margaery to the dance floor.

Sansa spotted her parents and greeted them. They thanked her profusely for her part in the planning of the party. The band began to play "What A Wonderful World" and her father asked to dance with her. She felt like a little girl again, like when she was small and would stand on his feet as he danced her around and around.

"You doing good, love?" he asked.

"I am, dad. Really good," she said with a smile.

"That's all I need to hear. You know, Jon came and talked to me yesterday."

"He did?"

"Hmm, maybe I wasn't supposed to say anything," Ned sheepishly said.

"Well you have to tell me now, Dad!"

"He just wanted to tell me that he still cared for you. He asked me if I thought it would be okay for him to date you again." Sansa smiled softly. "I told him if you were okay with it, I'd be happy if you two were back together."

"It is what I want."

"Good. He's a good man and I'm proud of him and how far he's come since he lost his parents. But you're my little girl and your happiness is everything to me."

"Thanks for telling me, Dad," Sansa said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as the song ended.

"Ah your prince has arrived," Ned said and gently turned Sansa around.

Jon

Ugh, what if she just wants to be good friends? Jon thought to himself as he entered the ballroom. He had been thinking about it since he talked with Ned. She's shown no real signs of wanting to get back together.

He was a little late, downtown traffic took a little longer than he thought it would. He expected he'd have to look around to find Sansa in the crowds of other party guests. But as soon as he entered, his eyes fell on the beautiful red head in a green gown that seemed to float as she danced with her father. The green dress took him back to the night he fell for her at Robb's engagement party. The nerves he had about this night disappeared as he watched her dance. This was the woman he wanted to be with and he was determined to let her know this night. The dance ended and Ned turned his daughter towards Jon. Sansa smiled the sweetest smile and seemed to glide towards him.

"Hey you," she said, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

"Wow, Sansa. Just wow," Jon stammered out as he looked her over.

"You're not so bad yourself," Sansa said with a wink. She slipped her arm through his and led him to her parents so he could greet them and congratulate them on their 30 years. Catelyn narrowed her eyes as he and Sansa walked arm in arm to where her siblings were but Ned put a reassuring hand on her back and led her away to greet other guests.

"Well don't you two look absolutely adorable," Arya teased.

Jon blushed and excused himself to get Sansa and himself drinks. When he came back to the group, he found Sansa and Margaery on the dance floor dancing and singing loudly to a Spice Girls song, Sansa having pulled Arya to dance with them. He stood with Robb and Gendry as they watched the girls have their fun. Jon loved seeing Sansa so carefree and happy. When the song was over, they came back to the boys, giggling.

"Thank you," Sansa said sweetly as she took her drink from him.

"Oof, maybe no more dancing like that for me," Margaery said, placing herself gracefully, big baby bump and all, in a chair at the table.

After a little while of talking, the band began to play "Stand By Me." Robb took turns dancing with his sisters.

"You still love her, huh?" Margaery quietly asked him as they watched Sansa take her turn to dance after Arya.

"I do," Jon replied simply, with a small wistful smile.

Margaery just grinned.

Soon, Ned and Catelyn's wedding song began to play so everyone cleared the dance floor for them. Sansa stood close to Jon's side. He put his arm around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. I hope that will be us someday, he thought, turning to kiss the top of her head.

As the night wore on, Sansa successfully pulled him out to the dance floor multiple times to jump and dance around with her siblings. She hardly ever left his side throughout the night and it almost felt like they were together again to Jon. He had to restrain himself from reaching out to hold her hand multiple times, just in case he was reading the situation wrong.

The night was coming to a close when the band began to play "At Last". Jon figured it was now or never.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, trying to be as charming as possible and offering her his hand. She smiled warmly, eyes shining, took his hand and he led her onto the dance floor. Instead of stopping there, he kept them walking and out a nearby door that opened to a small balcony. No one was out there. It was quiet but they could still hear the music and the moon and stars were shining bright. With her right hand in his left, he placed his free hand on her lower back, pulling her to his chest. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight as they swayed around and around. Sansa let out a beautiful little sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder, her face nuzzling into his neck. The last time they danced to a slow song, it felt bittersweet. But now it was so much different. He was filled with hope and as much as he didn't like dancing, he wished they could do this forever.

'You smiled, you smiled, oh and then the spell was cast.' The singer's voice wafted through the open balcony door.

Sansa lifted her head, her clear blue eyes looking into his. She had looked at him with affection many times before when they used to be together, but this was different and seemed more intense. It was like they were radiating with love. It made him smile.

'And here we are in Heaven.'

"I'm still yours, Sansa," he said simply and quietly, resting his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. Her free hand gently wound through the hair at the back of his neck. And then she kissed him.

'For you are mine at last.'

Sansa

She kissed him gently at first and pulled her face away slightly.

"I'm yours, Jon Snow. All of me." The look on his face was beautiful. It was like relief and happiness and love mixed into one. He released her body as the song ended but brought his hands up to both sides of her face and pulled her towards his lips. The kissing was no longer as gentle, it was filled with pent-up passion. She kissed him back, trying to convey all of her feelings through each kiss, trying to show him he had left a mark on her heart, bright and golden, in the shape of his name.

"We should probably go back inside," Jon mumbled as he broke their kiss. She could tell he was trying to slow it down for her sake, but she didn't need to take it slow anymore. She grabbed the back of his neck and brought him in for another kiss, this time opening her mouth slightly and running her tongue on his lips until he opened his mouth for her. His hands were on the bare skin of her back, one of her arms around his neck and the other hand clutching his suit at his chest.

His lips left hers and she was about to protest but she suddenly felt them on her long neck, just under her ear. His kisses were light as they trailed down her neck and continued on her shoulder.

"Walk me up to my room?" Sansa whispered in his ear as her breathing started to become more labored.

"Are you sure?" he asked as his lips slowly grazed back up her neck.

"You don't need to ask me that anymore, love."

He smiled a sexy, crooked smile at her and they walked back inside. They separately started to make their rounds to say goodbye to people, thinking they'd be less obvious that way. They left the ballroom and waited for the next available elevator. Unfortunately, it turned out that her whole family had the same idea to head to bed and they all joined them in the elevator. She and Jon stood in the back of everyone. She could feel the pining and anticipation between them as they climbed each floor. First, it landed on Bran and Rickon's floor. Next was Ned and Catelyn's. Sansa had tried to avoid her mother's curious and nosy gaze while they were in such close proximity. Ned wished them all a good night as they exited. Robb and Margaery got off on the next floor; Robb's eyes playfully narrowed in threat at Jon, making Jon blush and look away. Finally they reached Sansa's floor and she exited as calmly as she could, grabbing Jon's hand to follow her.

"Have fun you two!" Arya teasingly called out as the elevator doors shut and Gendry laughed.

As Sansa fumbled with her clutch to pull out her room key, Jon stood behind her, his body pressed against her back, his hands on her hips and his lips on her neck. Once in the room, she flung her clutch to the ground and turned around to face him. She hooked her finger into his waistband and pulled him towards the bed, walking backwards to keep her eyes locked on his. Once at the bed, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply as they stood in the dark room, city lights and stars shining in through the windows giving them just enough light to see each other. Jon broke away and took a small step back to look at her.

"God, Sansa, you are so beautiful," he said as his eyes traveled down her body. "This dress." His fingers gently played with the straps on her shoulders. "The color reminds me of -"

"The dress I wore to the engagement party?" Sansa's anticipation made it feel as if a shiver was running from the spot where his fingers grazed her shoulders and down through her arms to the tips of her fingers. She didn't know how long she could restrain herself.

"Yes." His voice was soft as he slowly brought each strap down off her shoulders.

"I bought it because I could see you taking it off of me."

The gleam in his eyes flashed appreciation and need. He wrapped his arms around her, unzipped the dress, and slid the straps down around her arms without looking away from her eyes. The dress then slid to the floor, his eyes darted down and saw she was wearing nothing underneath it.

"Sansa." Jon had seen her naked countless times and yet awe was still in his voice.

She grabbed his tie and pulled his lips onto hers. She finally let her fingers attack his clothes, loosening the tie and sliding it off, unbuttoning his shirt and pants. She broke their kiss and slid his shirt off of him as she kissed down his chest. She unzipped his pants and dragged them down with his boxer briefs, his hard cock becoming free. As she was about to wrap her hand around it to bring it into her mouth, Jon suddenly gripped her arms, brought her back up and laid her on the bed.

"You're going to make this end way too fast if you start that, love," he said with a shy smile as he laid on top of her. She spread her legs for him to rest in between, feeling his cock against her wetness made her sigh. He took her earlobe in his mouth and gently pulled at it with his teeth before kissing his way down her neck and chest. His hand kneaded her breast and played with her nipple as he suckled at the other. Her back arched and she moaned for more, needing his hands and mouth everywhere on her body all at once.

His hand left her breast and traveled down her stomach, his fingers gently brushing against her sex. He appreciatively groaned as he felt how wet she was. Her hips bucked up towards his hand as he circled his fingers on her clit, louder moans escaping her lips. He slipped two fingers, slowly and gently, into her and he let out a low groan with his mouth on her breast. Her legs spread wider to give him better access. Jon worked his fingers in and out of her, feeling her tightness. He slid his body down until his head was between her thighs and he kissed the sensitive spots on the inside of them.

"Please, Jon," Sansa whimpered out, coming up to lean back on her elbows to look down on him. The smile he gave her was a sexy, devilish one and he slowly licked up her slit as he looked into her eyes. It sent her crashing back down onto the bed with a loud "fuck". Sansa thought she remembered just how good it felt when he ate her out but it was even better than her memories. It was slow and the pressure of his tongue filled her with fire like he was a dragon. As he licked and sucked at her opening and his fingers rubbed at her clit, she couldn't control the volume of her moans and screams as she violently came. Her hips bucked and Jon's mouth never left her until her body shuddered to an end. His lips lightly kissed and grazed their way back up her body. She ran her fingers through his dark curls, pressing her hand to the back of his head to bring him back to her lips. His lips ghosted on hers and he smiled down at her.

This was the man that saw the best in her, even as she told him of her past and even when she hurt him. He saw the truth in her and it made her stronger. Jon was her one and only.

"I love you, Jon." He brought his hand to her face and pushed her hair behind her ear, his smiling gray eyes looking deeply into her blue ones.

"I love you."

"Make love to me." Surprise, adoration, and lustful hunger mixed on his face beautifully. But she could sense his hesitation of rushing her into things. "Please." She made herself sound more assertive so he knew she was sure.

Jon swiftly positioned himself between her legs, drawing her knees up and resting the back of her thighs on his. He leaned back down to her and kissed her as she felt the tip of his head pressed to her opening. As he ever so slowly slid his cock into her, Sansa's breath left her. He broke their kiss and she watched his face, his eyes closed and brow knitted, as he tried to fit all of his length inside her.

"Oh, Sansa." The way he quietly said her name once he was fully seated inside of her made it seem like time stopped around them. The pain of him stretching her was exquisite. The feeling of being full, not only from his cock but also being filled with their love for each other, was the sweetest thing Sansa had ever felt.

Jon slowly and gently made love to her, the fire within her burning hotter. He'd gaze down on her, a small smile on his lips and concentration in his eyes. His lips would find hers and they would moan and sigh into each other. Her legs wrapped around him, bringing him deeper into her and his hips moved a little harder and faster. Eventually, he began to lose his rhythm as he got closer.

"Sansa," his breathy voice was ragged.

"I want to taste you." He groaned at that and quickly slid out of her. Sansa deftly pushed him onto his back beside her and wrapped her mouth around his cock. She was on birth control and wasn't worried about him filling her, but she hadn't yet put him in her mouth and she missed it. The taste of her mixed with the taste of him as he shot into her mouth, his hand grasping at the hair on the back of her head, it all made her feel proud and sexy. When she swallowed it all, she came back up and collapsed into his arms.

"I love you. So much," Jon breathlessly whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"I love you too," she whispered back, tilting her head back to smile lovingly at him.

They soon drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other's arms, as Sansa happily thought of getting to wake up next to him again.