Next couple days were a blur both to Sansa and Jon. Sansa was working to restore the Winterfell. The first task was to evaluate the situation and later prepare the plan what to do next. Everything needed repairing, changing or at the best case – cleaning. Meanwhile Jon was occupied with his new duties as ruler. Looking back at Night Watch, his tasks as Lord Commander were quite simple – made sure everybody had a roof above the head, had food and are prepared to fight the enemy when necessary. But the work in Winterfell and politics made his head spinning and he felt totally lost. He was so tired after couple of days. Sitting and talking with Lords, creating new allegiance's, planning strategies for impending war with the Others. War after war. Sadness after sadness.

Late evening (or middle of the night?) he was slowly climbing the stairs to his bedchambers. Look liked that everybody was asleep now. There were no chatting, talking, running, repairing or other sounds so usual to day time. Even the Ghost was napping near the fireplace in main hall. When Jon reached his bedchambers, he didn't look around and simple felt on his bed with all his clothes on. Suddenly he heard her voice.

- Jon, we need to talk. – Sansa was sitting near the heart with her furs around. – I was waiting here until you finish your last meeting.

Jon's heart was racing. He clearly heard her voice, understood what she was saying. But still her presence made his blood boil, she looked so beautiful and relaxed, her cheeks obtained sweet pink colour due hot fire. Breathtaking.

- Jon, are you listening to me?, - Sansa enquired

- Yes. I am listening. I am just so tired. All this kingly work…,- Jon mumbled under his nose while forcing himself to sit on the bed and look at her.

- Kingly ? – Sansa asked smirking at him - This is called ruling and this is what Kings do. – her smile was wider now and Jon couldn't recall any memory of her smiling like that before. Of course, she was teasing him.

- Sansa, sweetheart,…

- Don't call me like that, Jon ! – she sounded a little scared if he observed her correct. Or maybe he really was too tired.

- Sorry, I just wanted to say, this is you should be doing ruling. Not me. – Jon said feeling quite uncomfortable.

- Doing ruling…. You very well know, that women will not sit on the throne in the North. They will never accept women.

- You are Stark. – Jon breathed quickly.

- You are Stark too. – Sansa replied fast.

- Sansa, you know what I mean. I feel terrible. I took what is yours by birthright. I never ever wanted to be king. Strange, sometimes I found myself in situations and places, where I do not want to be. – Jon said sadly and closed his eyes.

- Kissing me was one of those situations? – he didn't imagine, this time Sansa really sounded scared.

In split of moment Jon was kneeling before her. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he laid them on the chairs arms.

- What ?, - he sounded and looked weary and tired. And so scared. – I kissed you, because I want you. I kissed you because I cannot stop thinking of you. But for God's Sakes, Sansa, I am your brother. And brothers do not kiss their sisters like that, and they do not think such things about their sisters as well. I am monster and I cannot look at you because when I am looking at you, I want you in the forbidden way.

She hardly could hear him, her heart was beating so loudly. Does he just said he wanted her and wanted to kiss her?

- Stop! Stop it right now ! – her hands touched his face and she made him to bend closer to her. - Listen to me. If I didn't want to kiss you, all the castle would have known what was you doing and definitely everybody would have heard me screaming. I wanted you to kiss me! And I wanted to kiss you too! Jon, I know this is strange and … yes, I am your half-sister. But that means, the other part of me is not your sister. Maybe that kind of thinking is perverse, but I cannot do anything with that. You make me feel safe! Do you understand what I am saying? I never was your sister in that sisterly sense, I never was your friend. We always were strangers. And sometimes I think that the first time I really met you was in Castle Black. After that I saw you as a different person. My Mother was so wrong about you! I was a child and she was influencing my thoughts and behaviour. But after everything I suffered and experienced in King's Landing and Vale, I am fully capable, at least I hope, to make my own decisions. And I see you now, I see how good man you are. You are my walls, you are my home, you are the Winterfell to me! I love you. I love you in all my ability to love. I will never ever leave you and will never ever betray you. Father always said, lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. And that was the longest speech I have ever given to anybody! – Sansa said. She was looking at him. The first time in her life she opened her soul and heart to anybody. She was so scared.

- What ? – he couldn't believe his ears.

- Oh my goodness Jon, this is all you can say? – she said smiling while registering his shock.

He didn't say anything for some time, then kissed her forehead and spoke.

- I am your family. I always will be with you. I will protect you and take care of you. I love you. – Jon said, while taking her hands into his, - I love you more than a sister.

Sansa bend her head and kissed him. Bravely. For her was so strange to feel comfortable with Jon. She didn't afraid to touch him; she never flinched when he touched her. So, it was easy for her to initiate the kiss after telling him about her feelings. And he was saying he loves her. Oh Seven, is this really happening ? The kiss was slow. Jon bend a little further and now he wrapped his hands around her slim waist still kneeling in front of her. Sansa's hands went straight to his nape. She has never been kissed like that, with such love and respect, sweet and nice. He didn't demand anything, wasn't rude. Jon simple hold her and was so gentle with her.

Slowly pulling back Sansa whispered.

- Jon, I come here to talk with you.

- Hm…. ? – now he started kissing her neck and didn't plan to stop.

- Jon, this morning Littlefinger visited me. ,- this time for sure she sounded scared.