8. Giving In

Sansa had to blink twice in order to focus on the blurred face in front of her.

She never drank to excess but the dizziness she felt from the wine made her head spin. More so, now that she stared into Jon's confused and worried eyes. She couldn't remember how many glasses of wine she consumed, only that by the third glass she could feel herself becoming tipsy.

There was a voice at the back of mind, reminding her that she would regret her actions in the morning. Especially as she knew she was going to get a major headache as well.

Sansa could not recall ever having been as drunk as she was at this moment, in all of her life. She only had alcohol during special family occasions or during parties, and that was only a glass or two.

It reminded her just out of control her emotions and actions were. And it was all because of Jon Snow, she thought darkly.

Crossing her arms, she glares right at him, through her glazed over eyes, ignoring his questions on how drunk she was and whether her family were aware that she was here.

"Sansa, answer me. Are you okay? Does anyone know you're here?"

Ignoring him, she pushes his body out of the way and walks into his house towards the living room, waiting for him to come after her. He followed her silently at the back of her heels, with a look of confusion and concern written all over his face.

"Sansa, do you need me to get something for you? Do you need help?" Jon furrows him eyebrows worriedly.

"Can I have a glass of water?" she calmly asks.

"Sure, just wait right here and I'll get it for you," he nods vigorously, and walks off into the kitchen with a quick, concerned glance at her face.

She was surprised that she did not explode in anger at him immediately. Before she stormed over to his house, she could feel her body pulsating in anger by remembering his previous words to her in the classroom. She let her emotions overtake her, which in turn made her walk out of her house and ring on his doorbell.

But as soon as she saw his face, she experienced the same familiar pang in her chest, as well as the fluttering sensation in her stomach. Her anger only slightly lessened, allowing her mind to overtake her body.

She hated how much he affected her, making her shift through her emotions so quickly and without warning.

He walked back into the room and handed her the glass of water. Sansa takes several sips out of the glass, already feeling her mind clearing from the intoxicated haze, enough to make her focus her blue eyes clearly on his face.

"We need to talk, Jon. And a proper talk as well, not like the argument we had this morning at school," she cuts him off brusquely before he could open his mouth to speak.

"Yes, Sansa. We do need to talk. But we'll talk in the morning, when you have a clearer head," he sighs, a look of resignation overcoming him.

"No, I'm fine. I can do this, I'm not as drunk as you think me to be," she purses her lips in frustration, giving him an intense stare.

"What about your parents, aren't they wondering where you are?"

"I'll just tell them I'm going to see Margaery, she'll cover for me," she rolls her eyes.

Jon gave a sigh, knowing she could be persistent due to her stubborn nature. He gave a nod, waiting for her to speak.

"Look, I know you want to protect from whatever it is you want to protect me from, but you need to understand that I'm not a child and I can protect myself just as well, and make my own decisions," she explains hurriedly.

Jon opens his mouth to answer. Sansa see this and cuts him off.

"No, don't interrupt me. Just listen to what I have to say and then you can speak after I have finished," she states firmly with her mouth pressed in a firm line.

Jon nods his acceptance reluctantly.

"Okay, let's get one thing straight here, you did not take advantage of me. If you did then I would have pushed you away as soon as you came near me in the basement and reported you to the authorities. The fact that I didn't proves that I have feelings for you, and want you as much as you want me," Sansa passionately establishes with motions of her hands.

"It's not that simple, Sansa. I'm the one who is older than you and not to mention your teacher. I should have known better instead of acting like a hormone infused teenage boy who has never seen a girl before," Jon softly states, his eyes downcast in shame.

"I don't want you to know better, Jon," she snaps. "I just want you to be honest with me about how you feel, and stop shutting me out as if you think it'll get rid of your feelings towards me. You can't keep thinking of yourself only!"

Jon's mouth opens in shock before closing together, his teeth clenches and his face turns red in anger. "Is that why you think I was avoiding you?" he demands.

Sansa glowers at him and gives him a stiff nod.

"Well, you're wrong. That was never my intention on shutting you out. It was something completely different," he hisses out, his eyes blazing in fury.

"Oh, please enlighten me on why you thought, avoiding me would get rid of your feelings," she rolls her eyes.

"I know my feelings for you will never go away, no matter how much I want it to. I've tried everything to get rid of it and it still will not go, no matter how much I want it to."

"Is this a joke? Is this just a game to you, Jon?" she questions with angry tears glistening in her eyes.

Jon pauses for a moment, his heart clenching at the tears in Sansa's eyes. His confusion at her words grows.

"What are you talking about, Sansa? Nothing about this situation is funny whatsoever," he claims with a raised eyebrow.

"So, then why do you keep giving me so much hope? You always do something that makes me feel good which messes my mind up, making me think about how strong my feelings are for you. And then you just ignore me without so much as a glance in my direction, making me question whether I'm just going crazy, thinking you could ever like me too," she cries out.

"Sansa, no! Please don't cry, I can't stand it when you cry," he shakes his head.

"Just tell me why, Jon?" she questions ignoring his plea.

"Because you're a student and I'm just your teacher, Sansa. It could never have lasted long enough even if we did decide to try whatever this is between us," he explains sadly, pointing towards himself and Sansa.

"You don't know that. Nobody knows what could happen and who's to say what could happen later on, even if we did try. But you don't know that because you won't give us a try," she argues fervently.

"You also have a future, Sansa. That's also why I avoided you. You have to study to get into the best university of your choice and you can't do that if your focused on your small crush on your high school English teacher."

Sansa looked so angry that Jon was almost afraid that she was going to strike him.

"For fuck's sake, Jon!" she yells. "When are you going to learn that you cannot make decisions on your own. Don't I deserve some form of deciding what to do, seen as this is my future we are talking about?" she demands furiously.

"I just did what I thought was the best idea for the both of us, in this case. You have a future to think about, and I will not let anyone, even me, stop you from getting there."

"You mean, you did what was best for you," she claims her nostrils flaring in annoyance.

"This isn't best for me. I don't want this as much as you do. Believe me, I want to give in to my feelings and see where this takes us, but I can't have you worrying about a grown man instead of your future," he shouts in frustration.

Sansa's expression falters, her pleading eyes boring into his. He looked away before he gave in and did something stupid.

"But I can have both, Jon. I can handle studying and my plans for my future, if I have you. And don't tell me it's just a small crush. A crush does not compare to the feelings I feel for you, and trust me I have not felt like this for anyone in my entire life," she says softly.

Sansa could see his resolve starting to weaken, his expression conflicted in determination and doubt. She takes advantage of this and carries on trying to convince him.

"You know, I thought I hated you with the amount you used to annoy me during the first few days," she chuckles through her tears.

"You did hate me?" he asks with a look of confusion.

"No, of course not. I just thought I did. It was because you made me feel so many emotions all at once than I ever felt during my entire life. It was confusing which in turn made me angry at you," she states, smiling softly at the memory.

"I felt something for you too. I was scared though, instead of feeling anger," Jon answers.

"Why did you feel scared?"

"Because I knew that even though I felt like I was experiencing an emotion that not many people get to feel, it could also be my undoing, not to mention the trouble we could get in," he implies.

"But we won't Jon. Get in trouble, I mean. I'm eighteen years old. It not as if I'm a minor," she explains to him pleadingly.

"No, you're not a minor, but it's still illegal because I'm a teacher and you're my student."

"It not illegal if we don't tell anyone about our relationship," she states, staring expectantly at his face.

Jon pauses for a moment. His mouth drops open in realisation and shock.

"You can't be serious, Sansa?" he asks in shock.

"Why not?" she challenges with her arms crossed.

"Because you're talking about a committing a felony by carrying out a secret affair between the two of us without anyone knowing," he exclaims.

"You think I'm crazy then?" she says defensively, disliking the way Jon was staring at her.

"Of course, I do. It'll be impossible anyways. Not to mention what your family is going to think about all this. They'll never trust me with you again," he answers indignantly.

"It won't be impossible, Jon. Don't be silly. But it will be difficult. It'll be worth it though, especially as it's with you. And you should stop wondering about what other people are going to think. It's not their decision."

A thought occurs to her, making her shift nervously on her feet. She glances up at Jon with sad, blue eyes.

"Do you not feel as strongly as I do for you? Have I misread the situation?" she asks, her eyes shifting nervously back and forth between Jon and the door.

"NO!" he shouts out immediately. "Of course, I feel as strongly as you. I-I love you, Sansa."

Her head snaps up, her eyes lock onto Jon's which were filled with fear and resignation.

"I love you too, Jon," she smiles softly with a glance up at his face.

"No, Sansa. You don't know what you are saying, you're drunk at this very moment," he sighs.

"I'm not as drunk as I was when I arrived at your house. And besides, I know what I want and what I feel. So, don't try and tell me otherwise," she claims her eyes glinting with hurt.

"I should never have let you enter the house. What if someone saw you come?" he says running his hand through his hair.

"No one saw me come inside. And stop avoiding the subject, I know you love me, just like I love you. There's nothing wrong with that."

"No there isn't, but we could still get in so much trouble, Sansa," he weakly says.

He knew his resolve weakened the minute she said that she loved him. God help him, but he was unable to turn her away or reject her, no matter how much his mind was screaming at him to.

He decided to ignore it, focusing on the red head in front of him.

"We're not going to, not if we're careful about it," she persuades with a soft voice, walking closer to him.

He let her approach, not talking a step back. Her voice had gone deeper, the sound resonating in his head. He swallows nervously, his fingers digging into his palms.

She came to a stop in front of him, looking up through hooded lashes. Jon could smell her body scent- strawberries which made his mouth water. She opened her mouth to whisper, her breath hitting his mouth, allowing a shiver to run down his spine.

"You love me, Jon. Don't you?"

He gives a nod, not taking his eyes off of her.

"Then we'll figure it out together. Trust me," she whispers.

The last of Jon's walls crumbled as he gave up and let her in, he leaned forward and crushed his lips onto hers.

Neither of them knew who gave out the first moan, as both lips moved against each other. Jon could feel a tightening in his trousers, making him whimper softly. He broke the kiss to look into her lust blown eyes; a throb of desire run through his body.

"Wait, Sansa. My mother's upstairs, what if she hears?"

"She won't hear, not if we're quiet," Sansa shakes her head.

Jon gives a nod, quickly placing his lips back onto hers again, too weak to even argue. He picks her up without stopping the kiss as she wraps her legs around his waist. He carries her up to his room, closing the bedroom door with a kick of his heel, and places her on his bed.

His tongue gives a swipe of her bottom lip, demanding entrance which she willingly opened. His hands tangled in her soft hair as his mouth hungrily explored hers. He broke away to pepper kisses down on either side of her neck, slowly dipping further down her neck. He growled as he pushed her top up to her waist, the look in his eyes reminiscent of a predator about to devour his prey.

His hips were pressed against hers, and Sansa could feel just how hard he was through his trousers. Her eyebrow rose as she felt how big he was, without even looking at him. The feel of his fingertips ghosting over her stomach sent a pleasure chill up Sansa's spine, which Jon noticed.

He gives a smirk against her collarbone, his head barely lifting as he teases her.

"You ready, sweet girl?" he asks, rubbing circles into her skin just above her belly button.

"Jon, please," she moans pleading.

His hand slithered its way underneath her shirt before grasping Sansa's breast. He was kneading her breast, grasping it tightly as he tweaked her hardened nipples between his fingers. Her back involuntarily arched against him, and he let out a deep chuckle which settled in between Sansa's thighs.

She breathed in sharply, her hands digging into his shoulders.

He continued to tease her breasts, groaning as he pressed his face between her cleavage, licking small circles around them. Sansa's breath grew even more ragged, as she waiting for his fingers to reach the ever-needed destination between her thighs.

Jon sat up on his knees, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans as he tugs them off and threw it onto the floor. Sansa squirmed in anticipation.

He leaned down pressing tender kisses against the inside of her thighs. He gripped her thighs tightly and pulled her against his mouth, her hips bucking to meet every flick of his tongue along her clit. Sansa's hands grasped for Jon, holding onto the back of his head to pull him as close as humanly possible. He chuckled at her attempts, the vibration of his mouth against her sensitive nub causing a little shriek to escape her lips.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, watching Sansa's reaction as he slipped a finger into her aching sex. She threw her head back as he arched those fingers against her sweet spot which he found, gently testing her before thrusting at a leisurely pace. Sansa gripped the sheets as he pressed his tongue against her clit, bringing her right to the brink of orgasm.

She arched against the bed, her body frozen in that position as her walls pulsed around his fingers. She could feel his eyes boring into hers as she came down from her high.

Blinking wearily at his face, she opened her mouth to talk, making herself sit up on the bed.

"What about you, Jon?" she asks softly.

"No. This isn't about me, Sansa. For now, just sleep," he says firmly.

Sansa was too exhausted to even argue. The drinking, trying to persuade Jon and the orgasm he had brought her too, had taken its toll on her as she felt her heavy eyes close shut. She just gave him a short nod, and let sleep overtake her.

In the back of her mind, she could feel his hands softly stroking her hair.

She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, knowing she felt safe.

I am so going to hell for writing this.