Authors note: So sorry for the long pause there, I was in a car accident which has had me doped up on pain meds, and then just found out my cousin passed away. So now I am trying to get back to my writing. I will try to slow down and be more structured but that's hard for me sometimes. Anyways, feel free to let me know what works and what doesn't seem to as well.

Disclaimer as usual, I do not own Game of Thrones or the characters, this is one crazy girl's idea on how things should go.

Chapter 3: All of Me

You're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction,

My rhythm and blues, I can't stop singing its ringing in my

Head for you, my heads under water, but I'm breathing fine,

Your crazy, and I'm out of my mind. Cause all of me, loves all of you

I love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me I'll give my all to you. You're my end and my beginning…

Jon laid there watching Sansa sleep peacefully beside him, like he had done so many times before, only it had started out with protective gazes. His mind had begun to wander the closer they got, and he would notice the woman she become, but now she lay beside him in nothing but her soft pearl life skin. She lay on her stomach while her head rested on his chest, one arm hooked over him along with one of her long creamy legs. His finger traced her body leaving little goosebumps along the trail his finger made. It seemed like forever he did that up and down her.

"Don't' stop," Sansa said sleepily, her eyes still closed.

"I should probably go back to my room, before someone finds us," he said softly kissing her hair.

"Then let them," she smothered her face into his chest and tightened her grip.

"You sure are stubborn northern gal aren't you," he joked rubbing her arm, "I don't want to go…"

"Then don't,"

"You know they will all talk, and the word will travel vastly fast. Besides, we should probably check on our brother soon…" he stopped realizing what he had said, and why he felt so guilty. Sansa felt awful she hadn't even thought about her little brother. She tried to ignore how tense Jon got after saying that.

"Jon," Sansa said propping herself up, pulling the blanket up to her chest, as if she had anything to be ashamed of showing.

"Sansa," Jon said jokingly as he gently traced her jawline with his finger.

"Are you ashamed, of me, and what we did?" Sansa had to look down, afraid his gaze would break the strength she had summoned to ask him.

"Sansa," he said softly, dropping his hand.

"I see," she said sitting all the way up and turning away from him. He grabbed her arm before she could get to far.

"I am not ashamed of you Sansa, but what we have done isn't exactly something to be proud of," he tried to explain it as gently as possible.

"What exactly is wrong? Have you ever felt like my sibling Jon? Have you ever felt like anything but an outsider?" she replayed to him the words he had used so many times about his childhood, "can you honestly tell me that you don't feel that same fire that I do? The one that ripples through when you walk into the room? The desperate sear of it when you leave… that desire to be near one another and not as family. Tell me, Jon, tell me the truth."

"I cannot deny it, Sansa. I know how I feel. I just don't know if it's right yet. I have to protect you from the horrible things they will say. We need now more than ever to be strong," he couldn't bear to look at her knowing that a part of him hated what they did and another part of him felt finally complete.

"I've never felt more safe, then when lying next to you," she said biting her lip. She couldn't lie about that, of all the things she said, of all the scars on her body that she wore with shame… he made her feel beautiful again, "with you I don't feel afraid, except for the fear that you don't feel as I feel."

"You know I do, I wouldn't be here if I didn't," he grabbed her arm turning her to face him. He hated to think of all the pain and horror she faced in what was once their family home. Sansa released the blanket and climbed onto his lap, she wrapped her arms around him, her skin pressed against him.

"Does this really feel wrong to you," she whispered in his ear as she nibbled at it and began to kiss down his neck. She could feel him tense and shudder, his body couldn't lie, she took great pleasure in this. It wasn't long before he was hard and she took advantage of that. He let out a gasp and moan as he entered her and she began to move up and down. He moaned her name grasping at her hair, he loved how wet she felt around. His other hand found its way down as he began to help her work as he licked up her neck and sucked behind her ear until it left a small mark that would remind her of him while apart. Apart. He never wanted to be apart. He felt he could devour her over and over again all day and all night. He quickly flipped her over onto her back so he could look at her, he gently licked and sucked on her bare nipples as he laid kisses from one to the next. She loved how hard she made him, and when she moaned and called his name as he thrusted deep into her, he could feel how bad she wanted him. Together they came apart, he didn't care at the moment what the repercussions might be him coming inside her, he did it anyways.

"You're going to be my undoing," he breathed breathlessly beside her as he tried to catch his breath.

"Jon," Sansa said quietly. He looked down at her as she rolled onto her side to look at him, "I… love you."

"Sansa," he said with a small smile as he brushed her hair behind her ear and leaning in for a kiss, "you have all of me. Every piece of me has been yours for a while now. I have loved you for a while now…"

"Jon," Sansa couldn't hold back the tears, so he just pulled her close. He knew that he shouldn't have told her that, he shouldn't encourage what they had started but he couldn't lie to her in such a raw moment. He meant it, she was his downfall, but she was also what kept him fighting. As long as there lay breath within him, he'd do anything to protect her… which he wondered, what sacrifice that would lead to.

"I promise, I will be back for you," he said laying his head on hers. She wrapped her arms around him as he held her tight against him.

"I know," she smiled at him. She didn't want him to leave, but she knew he needed to so she slowly released. He touched her cheek once more before kissing her forehead. They would soon need to have a council meeting; he was unsure whether the Lords would still rally him as the King of the North now that word had spread he was Targaryen.

Jon had been sitting at the head of the table when Sansa strolled in. Her messy bed hair neatly wrapped up into that of a ruling queen and northern-woman, her long green dress making her red hair glisten under the golden rays of sun peeking through. She looked at him and smiled before sitting. Her eyes. Her eyes would make the stars look like it's not shining. She was beautiful. He wanted so badly to tell her that, but he knew she wouldn't believe him if he did. He couldn't blame her with the way she had been treated before. She was amazing. Strong. Fierce. A Stark, a True Stark. He smiled back at her before looking at her lips, the ones he would kiss all day if he could. He longed to hear her laugh. To purr his name… he shuttered slightly.

"Cold, milord?" a young steward asked, "perhaps I could light the fire or bring you another fur?"

"I'm not cold," he said, his eyes never leaving Sansa's. This had not gone unnoticed, Lord Baelish watched eager to put more pieces together. Something else he could use against them, to his advantage. Sansa would be his if he had to kill ever last Stark to make her so.

"The Young Lord Stark," whispers spread as Bran walked in weakly. He looked better, but he looked worried. Jon stood up and walked straight for his young cousin.

"Bran," he said helping him to a chair.

"Bran!" Sansa gasped at her sickly looking brother as she ran to him and threw her arms around him. She cried, "you've grown so much!"

"Sansa," Bran breathed in his sister, he had longed so much to be back with his family, "you've grown to sister."

"Oh Bran," she choked back tears as she smiled at his remark. She looked over his face and observed him, "I worried I'd never see you again."

"Little Lord Stark," one of the older council men was the first to speak and break the family reunion, "are you able to now shed light on your ventures?"

"Yes," Bran said kissing his sisters hand before turning to face the council, "as you all know I've been away, since the siege of Winterfell by the Greyjoys. On this Journey I learned much, and became who I was meant to be. I am possibly the last Greenseer. I am still getting waves of knowledge and sight of what's to come and what has passed."

"Bran," Sansa gasped at this, in fear as well as awe. The whole room stirred, and he knew some did not believe him.

"Tonight we will have company, unexpected company as they were not to arrive for a while, but their company will be most opportune for many," he said as he looked around the room. Everyone murmured to each other, "as for the wars to come…"

"What can you tell us?" Sansa spoke up hopefully.

"I've only had glimpses, small fragments of what will help us win the war, the war to the South will be easily won, but the war of the wall… this will not be an easy fight. The magic of the Wall that has protected us for so long from the White Walkers is failing with the ending of the Children of the Forest. They kept the barrier strong. It won't be long before the barrier falters and the White Walkers march upon the North and the South. If they breach the North, then all mankind is lost. Only with great many lives lost and a great sacrifice made that we will overcome the white death that marches upon us," Bran told them as much as he could, leaving out the part that he had a hand in the unraveling of the wall, "Jon, you must rule. If you're not leading, if you don't make the sacrifices needed, then we are all doomed."

What kind of sacrifice? Sansa asked herself as she looked over to Jon who seemed to be as stunned as he was.

"What of the Dragon Queen?" other chimed in, the room spinning, the room buzzing.

"The Dragon Queen will play a huge hand in her nephew's succession, it will take much work to get her to agree to this," Bran said looking at everyone, suddenly feeling the weight of all their eyes and accusations. He could tell they did not believe him, mostly from fear, "have room ready for three Dragons and a Queen."

Sansa sat in the frozen garden staring at the once beautiful flower bushels. So much had happened, so much beauty stolen by Winter, so many frozen tears shattered in the name of the Long Night to come. She was tired of being afraid, of having more things thrown at her. She just wanted Jon, a family, quiet and bliss like when she was a child. Now she felt foolish for having taken all of that for granted. Everything accelerated so quickly, and now the Dragon queen would arrive.

"Sansa," she heard to rough and sharp voice of Little Finger, here to play more games with her.

"Lord Baelish," she wiped her tears and turned to face him with her chin stubbornly in the air. She'd never forgive him for what he set her up for, to be the beating bag of the Young Lord Bolton. Everyone knew what Ramsay was like, Peytr had too many little birds to play the fool.

"My sweet beautiful little dove," he said taking her gloved hand in his own gloved hand. She looked beautiful in green and gray standing in the white winter land of Winterfell's once garden.

"What do you need Peytr," she said not taking her hand from his but looking at him with disgust. Where was Brienne when she needed her, still returning home from the failure at Riverrun.

"I came to check on you, I've seen how… close, you and your brother…"

"Cousin," snapped Sansa pulling her hand from Little Fingers. He just smirked his usual smirk before finishing.

"Your cousin, of course, the young Targaryen lord will likely have to take his rumored beautiful aunt as his wife if he is to get her to agree to his succession. She has worked too hard from what I have heard at claiming the Iron Throne for herself. What will happen to you now, Beautiful young Sansa, once your cousin takes his Targaryen Bride and your young Brother Bran takes Lordship of Winterfell. Who will you be married off to?"

"He'd never marry me off, he said so himself," Sansa said angrily, "I know your game. I've played your game as a pawn."

"I am simply trying to look out for you my dear," he said kissing her forehead, "the game isn't as simple as you might thing. You've seen a lot and you've faced a lot, you've studied some great players, but you have yet to truly learn to play the game. Let me teach you. I can promise you a throne of your own, a crown that can't be taken away from you. What can your cousin offer you once he's married the dragon queen? I can offer you safety and protection."

"What if I want a simple life Peytr?"

"You and I both know you weren't meant for that; you are a queen Sansa. You have earned a place on the throne. Think about it, sweet Sansa, think about what we can do together if we played the game as a team. Think of the crown upon your head and the people at your feet, your enemies disposed of, anything you want would be yours and I'd gladly give it. Just think about it milove," he said kissing her hand before parting to leave her alone in the white wasteland of her prison. When Sansa made her way back to the castle of Winterfell she was surprised to see people scurrying in a uproar. They all called that the Dragon queen had landed with her Hand. Her armies riding days behind. She was both tempted to see the dragons as she was the Dragon queen.

"Jon!" Sansa called as she saw the back of his curly hair. She ran to him and was stopped when he stepped aside and turned to face her, revealing possibly the most beautiful woman she had ever seen with long white almost silver like hair. She could see Jon was flushed and not a fool to the queens beauty, and this hurt like a thousand daggers to her heart.

"Sansa," he said nervously, "this is Daenerys, my aunt…"

"Lady Sansa, you may call me Danny," she said smiling a beautiful full smile. She glowed like a falling star. How can I compete with this perfection? Sansa thought trying to catch her breath. But then she heard a familiar voice catching her off guard.

"Lady Sansa," Tyrion Lannister stepped out looking at her bewildered catching Daenerys and Jon off guard, Jon had forgotten his Sansa had been married to Lord Tyrion. A warm, almost sad smile as he said, "you are more a vision of beauty then I remember."

Authors note:

Let me know what you'd like to see and any hints on how to keep myself on track. I hope this was enjoyable. All the angst… Danny's a player now for Jon's hand, poor Sansa, will Love be enough to keep Jon from wondering to such a guy attracting beauty? Now that Tyrion is around… will Sansa be swayed towards him. Will Little Finger dive a wedge… so many ifs. Not sure what to do yet ;P