AN: Major smut alert. I'm not really sure how to write such things so if this is horribly awkward I apologize/ please feel free to mock me (lightly) for it in the comments.

Jon

At first she was still beneath his lips, still caught up in surprise at her abrupt awakening but then she moaned and pressed into the kiss greedily. His baser self roared with pleasure at her reaction and he deepened the kiss, pressing fervently against her in the dark. She gasped and pressed against him in response, her hands flying up to tangle into his hair. Gods she felt like heaven. And those sounds she made...

With her bodice already off his hands began their exploration greedily, moving to cover her breasts over the thin fabric of her shirt. When his thumb grazed over her nipple she gasped, breaking the kiss and arching into the mattress beneath them. He took advantage of the break and began to press hot kisses down her neck, nipping her lightly as he went. The mewing sounds she made in response were almost enough to unman him but he continued his route down until he was kissing around the neckline of her shirt, his hands and his mouth crying out for more.

Her hands, which had been tied in his hair pressing his head against her left his dark curls and began to explore him in earnest, running over his chest and torso hungrily. They made their way down his abs and his muscles clenched tightly. He went to move her hands, his mouth returning to hers, trying to refocus their game on her body, her pleasure. But she was too quick for him, and one hand twisted playfully out of his grasp and pressed against the rigid line of his cock.

The contact was enough to make him gasp and he pressed himself into her hand before he could stop himself.

"Not me love… just you for tonight." He managed to rasp out, moving her hand away in spite of the fact that every cell in his body seemed to be screaming in protest.

"Why? Jon I want to. I want to make it good for you."

Seven hells.

"It's already good for me. I don't want to—"

She laughed, her voice husky with lust and her confounded hand found him again in the dark, her palm running down the length of him through his trousers. He made a growling sound and buried his head in the crook of her neck nipping her to keep himself from crying out in pleasure at her touch.

"Hmm…Your body seems to say otherwise." She said coyly, and he could almost hear the grin of triumph in her voice.

"Arya…" he ground out between gritted teeth, trying to ignore the aching in his cock, "I'm doing this for your own protection. If you touch me, I won't- I can't stop like I did the other night, Arya. You're playing a dangerous game."

She made a sound of satisfaction, somewhere between a hum and a purr, and pulled loose his stays deftly in the dark. Then, so languidly that he almost came undone, she moved her hand beneath the waist of his trousers and wrapped her fingers experimentally around his pulsing cock.

"I like dangerous games."

Gods, wasn't that the truth…

He meant to stop her.

Every new boundary she crossed he told himself it was the last one, that this was as far as they'd go, but from the moment she touched him there he was putty in her hands.

When she drew his cock out of his trousers and stroked it with her hands he told himself it was just exploration; that it would go no farther than that.

He'd even told her not to when she kissed her way down his torso, once he realized what she was going to do. She had just laughed at him and swatted his hand away.

"I want to see you writhe like the men in Braavos," she'd said wickedly, "and I want to see if you're right about women getting no pleasure from such things."

Minx. He was powerless to stop her. Who could refuse such a bold request? Not that she'd waited to hear his refusal, she'd just dipped her head low and drawn her tongue tentatively along his length, making him see stars and effectively putting an end to his capacity to hold a conversation. He couldn't even keep himself from swearing and moaning out loud when she wrapped her lips around his head. And gods when she began to move…

But he should have done something to stop her, something to prevent her, when her mouth left his cock and she came to kneel astride him. Instead he'd just gasped her name, half warning, half begging her to continue.

And she had. Seven hells he'd never felt anything so wonderful in his entire life. Leave it to Arya to take her own maidenhead. She'd cried out as she sank onto him and he'd sat up, holding her against him and kissing her face and neck as she got used to the feeling of him inside her. He'd meant to kiss her to assure her, to show her it was ok, but once his kisses began to feather her the crook of her neck she'd gasped and leaned into him, her nipples brushing the course hair on his chest, and her hips grinding against him. Then tentatively she began to rise and fall.

He'd let out a half growl half moan then, which she'd taken as encouragement and she began to ride him in earnest. He took one of her sweet nipples in his mouth as she rode and she cried out, her breathing getting shallower and shallower. He'd known then that she was close, but that she didn't know, had no idea what was coming, and he'd lost his mind at the thought. Her legs had begun to tremble with the effort of the unfamiliar movement and for the first time since she'd touched his cock he took back the reins, holding her still against him as he rolled them so she was on her back.

She'd let out a pouty little noise of protest, but it turned to a gasp instantly as he ground into her, focusing every part of his being on bringing her pleasure. It hadn't taken long before she found her release, crying out and digging her fingers into his shoulders. It had been enough to pull him over the edge after her and he hadn't had the time or the will to unlock her legs from around his waist before he spent himself, still buried deep inside her.

And now as he lay on his back with her sleeping soundly on his chest, thoughts of what they'd done swirled through his mind. He meant to lay there, berating himself internally for his colossal failure to contain himself. But as sleep began to claim him, he realized that since Arya had come back into his life, almost nothing had gone as he meant it to, and he couldn't even pretend to regret it.