We have finally arrived at the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. This is the scene that most of you dirty minded readers wanted. By the way, this is my first time writing smut, so tell me how I did.

InfiniteAndMortal: Your review made me laugh, thank you! As for the comments question, I disrupted both scenes last chapter because I live to troll my readers. I hope this chapter makes up for it. Thank you for your sweet encouragement.

12. Fierce Passion

Jon felt as if he had finally succumbed to insanity.

His head was spinning like crazy due to the intoxicating scent of her body pressed against his in this very moment. He was too far gone to turn back now, he couldn't will himself to move away from her, even if somebody walked into the classroom; the extreme need to devour her and make her his, overtook every inch of his body, making the dangerous beast inside him roar in satisfaction.

He had never experienced this with Ygritte, his first love whom he lost his virginity to. That had been an experience with a friend he cared about, or in other words, a fleeting moment of curiosity.

With Sansa, however it was completely different.

He was all logic and feigned cool detachment until her skin touched his. Then something not only stirred in him, but it took over his thinking. The rest of his world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing that mattered was touching her more, kissing her mouth, her stomach, her breasts. He tried to be gentle with her clothing, not to rip the lace, but it was hard. His calloused hands were made for chopping wood and building homes rather than tiny clasps.

But, in the dim light of the classroom, the darkness quickly arriving through the window, Jon knew that she was a treasure to be worshiped and appreciated. He would dedicate his time making sure she knew that.

Sansa linked her fingers into Jon's hand and shot him a look that was filled with love, passionate lust and just the right hint of softness, a crease at the corners of her eyes that took his breath away.

He fought the urge to grin widely at her, as she gently pushed him towards his desk. "Go get it, Jon. I cannot wait any longer," she pleads to him.

He nods weakly, his resolve quickly weakening, and walked over towards his wooden desk, opening his top draw, his eyes flitting desperately for the needed object that both lovers were relying on. He would not know what to do if the condom was not there, a scenario he did not want to think about. His eyes caught the silver coloured package lying at the back, his hands reached out to grab it and then walked back to Sansa, already aching for his lips to be back on hers.

She was leaning backwards on the palm of her hands, her dark blue eyes trailing his figure, waiting for him to be closer to her again, her shirt wide open, exposing her breasts on show- a truly magnificent sight that make his arousal even more noticeable through his trousers.

Jon couldn't help but curse her legs- the features that started this whole situation in the first place- as he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her and reconnected their lips again, the package clutched in his right fist. Their lips fit perfectly- as if they were meant for each other, moving against each other, feeling one another. Jon grabbed the back of Sansa's neck, growling in the kiss as she whimpered in pleasure.

Sansa pulled away first- her lips swollen from Jon's kisses- and reached out to uncurl his right fist open, taking the package out of his hand.

He gave her a questioning glance, his expression dazed from the previous kisses. "You want to do it?"

She nods, reaching down her other hand into his boxers, feeling his hardness. "I do. But not yet," she smirks up at him, placing the small package on the table beside her.

Jon tilted his head to the side and locked eyes with Sansa as she whispered into his ear. A soft groan left his lips as one of her hands, threaded her fingers through his hair and the other gripped his member. "You tease," he moaned.

He looked down and watched as Sansa slipped her hand into the small slit of his boxers. "I can't help it," she husked, leaning forward and grazing her lips against his pulse point, his hips moving into Sansa's soft hand for any form of contact.

She shivered at the rough tone of Jon's moans near her ear as he rested his head against her neck. She curled her fingers around the hot, pulsating shaft of Jon's cock and stroked him slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "Does that feel good, Jon?" she asked with a penetrating stare.

He listened to what she was telling him, and could only feel his hardness growing by the second. His hips jumped as Sansa's hand pumped up and down his dick. "Fuck, Sansa… feels so good… you're amazing…" he trailed off, his eyes glazed over in pleasure.

Despite the situation, she could feel a warmth blossoming in her chest at his words. Her eyes softening for a second as she smiles at him, and then turned predatory. "Good, then you'll like this," she promised.

She got off the table and fell to her knees, her red hair flowing around her shoulders like a waterfall. She pulled back and tugged Jon's trousers and boxers down to his knees to release his erection.

He watched as she dropped to her knees in front of him, his cock twitching at the sight. He let out a slow breath when his erection was finally released from its confines, the anticipation building in his stomach.

"Oh," Sansa raised an eyebrow at the sight of his thick and pale length. He was bigger than she had imagined him to be, he wasn't monstrously big but he wasn't small either.

She parted her lips and slowly, while looking up at Jon, took the leaking head into her mouth, and suckled softly.

He moaned low as she took the head into her mouth, her right hand squeezing the end of his shaft. He had wanted this to happen for so long and now it finally was. And the reality was better than any dream he could conjure up. Jon saw the head of his shaft enter Sansa's mouth and he used all the will he had not to thrust himself in further; he didn't want to hurt her.

She planted butterfly kisses from his balls up to the tip of his member. She gave the head a few pecks and swirled her tongue around the tip. Slowly, she sucked on it like it was a popsicle.

Her head began to bob up and down, making Jon throw his head back in pleasure. His hands came up to tangle into her hair, guiding her a little.

Sansa was surprised that she liked it so much. Jon didn't make her gag by thrusting into her mouth or try to force her head to take down more, like she had overheard other girls complaining that their boyfriends did in the girls changing room. He kept his hands in her hair, lightly scratching her scalp but never pressurising her, it felt… nice.

He groaned loudly and tried to move her head away, but Sansa shook off his hands, keeping him in her mouth and sucking with renewed vigour. She knew what was about to happen, craving it regardless of not knowing how it would taste like.

With a soft grunt, pleasure rippled through his body as he tightened his grip on her hair and felt himself spill into her mouth. She sucked his member clean and let out a satisfied hum, sending waves down his shaft and it began to harden again. She let go of his cock with a 'pop' and looked up to him with a pleased smirk.

Jon glanced down at her through glazed over eyes, barely able to form words out. "Sansa… sweet girl, that was amazing," he said with a deep tone.

Sansa felt the wetness between her thighs grow, making her shift her thighs together in order to alleviate the ache. "Jon, I need you inside me," she glanced up at him pleadingly.

Whatever self-control he had, left him at that moment as he heard her words, feeling himself snap in the process. "Get on the table," he commanded, his eyes as dark as possible.

Sansa did as he commanded, a pit of heat burning in her stomach as she recognised the dark glint that shone in his eyes. He was using his teacher voice that he would usually use when he talked to the students.

His eyes glimpsed at the condom beside her before locking onto hers again. "Put it on me," he ordered. She picked up the package that felt weightless, tore it open with her teeth and rolled the object over his impressive length, before waiting in anticipation.

He gripped Sansa's thighs and hooked her legs around his waist- just like he had fantasized about doing in his dreams. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before lining his member up with her entrance.

"Ready?" he asks, looking into her eyes for any doubts. She nods, clutching his shoulders and then he thrusts forward once, sheathing himself completely inside Sansa. "Oh, my fucking God," he moans, his mouth falling open at the tightness that surrounded him.

Sansa felt a slight burning sensation from not being with someone in a long time, and then she felt stretched while his member penetrated her, making her body stiffen for a moment.

"Oh f-fuck. Jon, I feel so full," she whimpered.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yes, but give me a minute, baby," she said and Jon stayed still until Sansa nodded her head, telling him it was okay to move again.

She wrapped her legs tightly around him and cupped the back of his neck to pull him in for a slow kiss, as she thrust her hips forward, encouraging him to move. "Move, Jon," Sansa breathed heavily, her lips never leaving his. "I need you to move…" she moaned, as she kissed down his neck. "It feels so fucking good..."

Jon groaned and thrust into Sansa at a slow pace to start with. He kissed her back and sped up his hips as he found his rhythm. "It feels so fucking amazing, Sansa…so tight…" he growled through clenched teeth, hips moving at a faster pace.

"Harder, Jon," she demanded, connecting her lips to his ear.

When he felt Sansa's teeth on the underside of his ear, the force of his thrusts were harder. He pounded into her, the sound of their skin meeting ringing through the room, glad they were the only ones in the school.

"Fuck," she moaned out loud as her head tilts back with pleasure. "Faster, Jon…"

The more the red haired asked, more he gave her as his pace increased. Suddenly they both moving wildly, their bodies completely out of control. Jon could feel that Sansa was very close from the way her walls were closing in on him.

But when he reached a certain soft spot inside her, he smiled to himself, panting faster as he thrusted harder into her, slamming in and out, quick and fast. His fingers found her clit and he rubbed it relentlessly.

"Mine," he growled at her, a sense of possessiveness overcoming him as he realised how good she looked for him.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his dark ones. "Yours, only yours, Jon," she moaned, his possessive tone pushing herself over the edge. Her legs tightening around his waist as she threw her head back in pleasure, moaning loudly. She arched her body, lifting slightly off the table and cried out sharply as she spasmed around Jon's member.

He stopped his own impending orgasm just so he can watch Sansa have hers, admiring how beautiful she looked with the look of ecstasy written across her face. Then he slams himself deep inside of her, biting into her neck as he comes with a soft shout into the condom.

They remained still for a few minutes to catch their breaths, the sound of heavy panting slowing down, filling the room. Sansa nuzzled the side of Jon's neck, her fingers coming up to feel the softness of his beard, then running up to his hair.

He leaned back from her to gaze at her face, his dark eyes blown from lust. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.

Sansa shook her head. "No, you were amazing, Jon. I-I never realised it could feel like that…" she trailed.

"You've never had an orgasm before?" he questioned, confused at the thought even though he knew that she was not a virgin.

"Not with someone else," she said shortly.

That's when Jon understood, and he gave her a nod. "We should get cleaned up," he suggested, pulling out of her and removing the condom.

"Here, use this," Sansa motioned to the tissues that were lying on his desk. He walked over to clean himself up, his shirt was still on which he buttoned up. He then tucked himself back into his trousers, and went to help Sansa.

She stood up from the table, pulling her skirt down in the process and then realised how shaky her legs were. She almost fell over before grabbing the edge of the table to steady herself. "Wipe that smug look off of your face, Jon," she rolls her eyes, noticing him watching her.

"I haven't said anything," he smirked. He spotted her shirt lying a few paces away from them, he picked it up and strode over to hand it to her.

"Thank you," she said, fastening her shirt, pleased to find all the buttons intact even though her bra was ripped. She looked over to find him fully dressed, his messenger bag slung over his shoulder. She felt her mind picturing him naked, and felt a smidge of disappointment at his clothes being on.

A few minutes later, they were both dressed and ready to go. He offered to drive her home, claiming that it was faster and quicker, Sansa remembering her fear of the dark accepted and was now waiting in the car park. He had locked the door that lead into the building- just like the janitor had wanted him to, then they climbed into his car.

"Thanks for dropping me off," she glanced at him as he put his foot on the pedal and drove off.

"I wanted to," he gave her a tender glimpse, reaching over to put his hand on her knee and gave it a quick squeeze. He didn't move it after that, and Sansa linked her fingers through his throughout the rest of the journey, liking the comfort she got from his soft touch.

For the rest of the journey they talked about their families, Sansa told him about her siblings and how much she loved them despite them also annoying her.

"It must feel nice, to have grown up in a family so large," he looked at her curiously.

"Sometimes, but then it can also get a bit stressful. I don't know how my parents dealt with us growing up. We were a handful," she remarked with a fond smile.

He looked over to give her a squeeze of his hand, before announcing that they had arrived. He parked a few spaces away from her house in order not to create suspicion from the neighbours, or from someone peeking out from their window.

The car came to a standstill, and they both came to a silence. Jon turned to the side to look at her, contemplating on how he was going to say this. "I don't regret what we did if that's what you're thinking," he settled for.

Sansa looked over to him, surprise clear on her face. "I know you don't."

"Good because I'd hate for us to leave on a bad note," he admitted.

She gave him a soft smile. "Is this about what happened in class this morning. Because I've already forgiven you, we just need to be more careful in case someone notices," she furrows her eyebrows, a serious tone to her voice.

"We will, I promise. No more obvious mistakes…and I'll try to keep my jealousy in check," he sighed.

"I quite liked your jealousy in fact, you look good when you're angry," she smirked at him.

Jon gave a laugh, his eyes crinkling up before reaching over to cup her face and pressing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. He pulls back after a few seconds, his eyes opening. "Goodnight, Sansa," he whispers, his breath hitting hers.

"Goodnight, Jon," she whispers back, then climbs out of the car, blows him a kiss and then walks the last few yards home.

Jon watched her for a few minutes, seeing her walking through her front door, then he also made the drive home. He knew that his dreams were going to be filled with a certain auburn haired student of his.

Author Notes

A quick note: I'm going to be on holiday for the few weeks so updates may not be consistent. I'll try to make the effort but I won't have a lot of free time on my hands. For this I apologise.

Sara.