Hey guys! A thousand apologies for how long this chapter took to be upload. I've just come home to London from Austria and have found the time to write this. This took so long because of the lack of time I've had in the process of preparing my cousin's engagement. I literally had no time to myself to write; especially as I was living in my aunt's house with my parents, siblings, my aunt and uncle, and cousins. Needless to say, the whole house was full of chaos and fun as there was literally no privacy. (Think of the Stark family but larger seeing as I'm Asian and have a lot of cousins)
Despite this, I'm now back and the wait for the next chapter will not be as long as this.
Werevampluvr: Thank you for the review. I'm so happy to hear that you enjoy this story. And the updates will for sure be kept up nowadays.
MaySunMarie: I also thank you for the review as it encourages me to keep writing. As for Pretty Little Liars, I have also watched the series and my story did remind me a bit of them. But don't worry, Sansa's legal in this. I did also enjoy their storyline.
Overall, I thank you for your patience and hope you enjoy this chapter.
13. A Mother's Intuition
Lyanna had never seen her son so happy, nowadays. Before, he used to brood constantly as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders. But now, Jon was always smiling, she had noticed as she observed a constant glint of joy that shined in the corner of his eyes.
Whatever had made her son so happy, she only hoped that it continued to do so in the long run.
Quite frankly, she could not remember the last time she had seen Jon so happy- not since Ygritte. She was a brief presence in his life, but she had helped him develop into a much better, independent and confident young man. For that, she was grateful for Ygritte's strong and headstrong nature as it benefitted Jon in the long term. However, she was also his first heartbreak, and no matter how much a mother wanted to protect her son from ever experiencing sadness, she knew it was a part of life that he had to have gone through in order to become a stronger person.
As a mother, it is a beautiful thing to watch her son grow into a man of integrity, capable of giving strong love. To see him spread his wings, do right by those in his life, and strive to make the world a better place is the finest achievement she can experience. Any other achievement she had ever had in her life, by comparison is hollow: a fancy home, expensive clothing, a successful career. Love, in particular, love for her son is the only real thing she has a grip on in this crazy world, the only thing that is true sanity. So, when she looks upon her son's happiness she knows that he is a blessing to her, despite the type of father he has.
The only time, she had ever seen Jon been as joyful as he was now had been because of Rhaeger, in the early stages of his life. He had adored his father, always desiring to be in his presence, or lifted up into his arms.
Lyanna scowled in thought. Before, Jon got to know Rhaeger for who he truly was. He saw through the façade of a caring father, and saw a selfish man, only interested in his own gains.
As a mother, she couldn't help but want to protect her son from the cruelty of the world, so he does not have to suffer much heartbreak but she knew that it was inevitable, no matter how much she wanted it to never happen. Jon was going to be heartbroken again, and this time because of a woman, if her suspicions were correct. She just hoped that it would not break him as a person, and he would be able to move past it.
Shaking the negative thoughts from her head, she glanced up towards the doorway as she heard the soft thuds of Jon walking down the stairs. She spotted his bed ridden curls- tousled from sleep- and grinning face from the doorway in the kitchen.
A soft smile arose on her face as she looked at her son's face, his happiness always left her in a good mood. "Good morning, dear. Breakfast is ready if you want some," she informed him, grabbing two plates filled with eggs and bacon and placing it on the table.
Clad in his plaid pyjama trousers with a white t-shirt, he grabbed the local newspaper off of the table, as he slid into the chair. "Thank you, mum. It looks good," he grins looking up at her, before scanning the front page.
"You're welcome dear." She glanced curiously at his face, noticing how his eyebrows furrowed in worry as his eyes scanned over the page. "So…anything interesting worth mentioning," she asked, picking up her own knife and fork off the table.
Jon turned his eyes to his mother, nodding his head. "Yeah, there is actually. Big news, as it concerns everyone in the country."
"Really? Go on, then," Lyanna encourages, her curiosity rising at his troubled expression.
"The police have reported a missing prisoner who is loose and on the run. They've said that he is an escaped convict, as well as rapist who is apparently dangerous," he explained with a dark tone to his voice.
Lyanna gingerly cut a piece of the bacon and placed the smaller piece in her mouth, chewing slowly. "Do they mention his name? And what has he been convicted for apart from being a rapist?"
"Mass murder. Of a whole town," Jon says, his lips curling in disgust, as he stared down at the newspaper.
Lyanna eyebrows rose in surprise, her eyes widening slightly. "Murder of a whole town! How did he manage that?" she exclaimed in surprise.
Jon gave a shrug, his eyes focusing back on the newspaper again. "It doesn't say, it only mentions the prisoner's appearance and to call the police immediately if you see someone who looks like him."
"Those poor people. Well, I hope they find him. People like that are a danger to society," she frowns worriedly.
Jon nods without looking up from the newspaper in his hands. "Yes…I'm sure they will…" he trailed off thoughtfully.
Lyanna narrows her eyes at a certain expression written across her son's face. "Jon, I don't want you to get involved in this sort of thing. This man is dangerous and you could get yourself killed if you go looking for him purposefully," Lyanna warns him, an edge of worry to her voice.
Jon's head snaps up towards his mother. "What makes you think, I'm going to look for this person, anyways? And what's to say that the prisoner even turns up near our area?" he demands.
Lyanna rolls her eyes, leaning back on her chair while crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Because I know you, Jonathan. I'm your mother, and I know that you cannot help this whole hero complex thing you have. And wherever there is danger, I always happen to find you there also," she explains to Jon, who stares up at her in disbelief.
Jon blinks slowly, his brain catching up on her words. "I don't have a hero complex!" he exclaims incredulously.
Lyanna lets out a laugh, a smirk upturning the corners of her lips. "That's what you concentrate on?" she teases him. "And you can deny it all you want to, but you do have it. Ever since you were young boy."
Jon stares questioningly at her. "What do you mean?"
"Do you not remember the small, gangly little boy, I found next to your side outside the headteacher's office when you were in year one?" she hinted.
Jon nods in confusion. "Well, what about it?"
"You don't remember punching the bully in the face because 'he was making the little boy cry.' Those were your exact words if I remember correctly. I didn't know whether to be proud of you or be angry."
"So, that doesn't mean I have that thing you mentioned," he argues.
"Or, how about the time you recused the bird from the tree when you were eight years old, because it's wing was stuck. Shall I go on?" she smirks at him.
Jon sighed wearily, feeling the tips of his ears redden in embarrassment. "Okay, you've made your point. You and Dany are both as bad as each other when it comes to teasing me," he grumbles.
Lyanna laughs out loud, before rearranging her features into a serious expression. "But all jokes aside, I don't want you to be looking out for this man like it's your job. Promise me, Jon that you won't go looking for him. I don't want you to be in danger," she warns him, staring intensely at him.
Jon shifts uncomfortably into his chair, sighing in defeat. "Okay, I promise I won't go looking for him," he vows.
Lyanna nods before turning back to her meal again. "So, tell me, what does he look like then?" she asks, curiously.
"They included a sketch of his face actually. Here let me show you," Jon says, turning the newspaper around for Lyanna to catch a clear glance of.
It was a rough sketch of a young man- possibly in his earlier twenties- but there was no mistaking his rough features. His nose was broad, his hair long and dark. His mouth was drawn as small, and wormy looking, as the drawn figure was smiling widely. His eyes were small, close-set, while the colour was like dirty ice.
It was like looking into the eyes of a mad dog.
Lyanna gave a nervous swallow, a small shiver running down her spine. Even though it was a drawing, she had a feeling that the picture was an accurate representation of the actual person. She just hoped that the police caught him soon.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye out if I see someone like him on my way to work," she nodded, her body relaxing as Jon turned the newspaper away from her eyes.
"No," he sharply retorts. Lyanna gave him a question glance to which his eyes softened. "I just meant that if you do see someone like him, I want you to call the police first thing and then call me afterwards. Okay?" he sighs.
"I'm not a helpless woman. I used to do taekwondo in my younger years," she points out drily.
Jon laughs softly, his mouth fighting a smirk. "I don't doubt that, but you're my mother. I don't want you in danger."
"I know, honey. I promise that I'm not going anywhere. Not for a few years more years in fact," she jokes.
"Good, I hope so," he nods in acceptance of her answer before putting the newspaper down on the table.
A brief silence settled in the room, before Lyanna glanced at the clock in the kitchen with a quick glance, and then turns her attention back to Jon. "Isn't it time you got ready for class? You don't want to be late," she points out to him.
He gives a thankful nod before standing up to walk out of the kitchen. "Thank you, mum," he says and walks out of the room, a small bounce in his steps.
Lyanna didn't miss the way his cheeks went red at the mention of class, his eyes lightening up as he fought down keep a wide grin from his face. She knew that something had happened in her son's life to make him so happy nowadays. And judging from her mother's intuition (which had never been wrong in the past), she had a feeling that it had something to do with a girl.
If she was right, then Jon would never willingly mention whoever she is to her. He was too possessive like that.
Her lips tasted like strawberries. It probably had something to do with the lip gloss she was wearing, he thought dazedly.
Those said lips were currently moving against his gently but also firmly. He was overwhelmed by the scent of lemons that clung to her figure, as he reciprocated her sudden kiss while his hands moved to grip her waist delicately.
It had been during lunch time that, he found himself in the auditorium preparing the script for the school's play, the students were going to perform in December in front of the whole school. The drama teacher had specifically asked him to write the script seeing as he was the English teacher in the school.
He was in the middle of writing the script when he heard soft footsteps from the distance. Glancing up, a wide smile came across his face as he spotted Sansa walking towards him with a pout on her face. It made him want to kiss it away but he resisted the urge…for now.
She towered over him as he was sat at the edge of the stage, his legs dangling off, as she stood at his side. "I wanted to surprise you when I came in," she pouts further, her bottom lip jutting out even more.
Jon gave a deep chuckle, his eyes glancing adoringly up at her. "Subtly is not in your nature, Sansa," he teases.
Sansa mouth drops open in mock offense. "It so is! And besides, I can be swift and subtle if I wanted to," she exclaims, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Well looks like we've got a new Bond around. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret," Jon drily states with a serious expression as he looks up at her.
Sansa narrows her eyes at him. "Did you just make a joke? You're not funny, Mr Snow," she points out.
Jon shrugs lazily. "I happen to think I'm hilarious as I've been told so often by my mother," he smirks.
Sansa gives out a mirthful giggle, her eyes lighting up with humour. Jon stared at her admiring the way her laughter made her look. Dropping her bag on the stage, she padded over to Jon and sat down next to him, her thigh touching his as her legs dangled off the edge of the stage.
The sudden attack of butterflies surrounded the pit of his stomach, and he gave a nervous swallow, concentrating on the blueness of her eyes which were sparkling with joy at this very moment.
She smiled at him softly. "Hi."
"Hi," he greeted back with a half-smile.
That was when Sansa leaned in to give him a soft kiss. He could feel himself stirring in his black trousers even with her gentle touch. He pulled back to glance at her. "Sansa…wait… anyone can walk in here, and I don't want them to catch us in such a compromising situation- "
Sansa kisses him to cut him off and then pulled back to look at him. "Relax, Jon. I locked all the doors so no one can come in. Besides no one knows we're in here. My friends believe me to be doing extra maths lessons," she rolls her eyes.
A thought accords to Jon as he looks at her inquisitively. "Wait. You planned this, didn't you?" he asked with an amused tone.
Sansa smirked at him. "Maybe I did. But I don't see you complaining when I was kissing you. Now shut up and kiss me," she demands teasingly.
"Yes, ma'am," he laughs as he connects his lips onto hers. All words in his throat died out, and instead resurrected moans as his hands came to rest at Sansa's hips. It was just as exciting to kiss her as it had been since the first time in the basement.
"Are you sure you want to do this now?" he questioned against her mouth.
She pulled away. "You're ruining my spontaneity," she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "…of course, I want to do it now. We have forty-five minutes left of lunch. That's plenty of time."
Jon lets out a sigh. "I've created a monster," he grumbles more to himself. "Wait here, I'll be back," he informed her.
Cold air kissed Sansa's cheeks as Jon moved behind the curtains of the stage. She would feel impatient if she wasn't curious, so she waited and listened to Jon rustle around boxes backstage. He emerged minutes later with what looked to be a picnic blanket.
"Why do you have a blanket backstage?" she asked furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
"That is another story for another time, Sansa," he reached a hand out for Sansa to take, "right now, I just want to lie with you on this instead of the floor."
She took Jon's hand and him lay the blanket down on the stage. Jon sat down and patted the space beside him and Sansa obliged. Her thoughts left her as Jon gently pushed her on her back as he leaned over her, moving forward and connecting their lips. His lips left her comfort and trailed down along her jawline.
"You're so beautiful…" he whispered in awe, near her ear. The warm breeze dusted shivers down Sansa's spine. He let the lower half of his body settle against her intimately.
"Jon…please. I need you," she looks up at him pleadingly.
"What about protection," he asks weakly looking down at her.
Sansa shakes her head. "I'm on the pill this time. Beside I'm clean."
He gives a nod, his hands moving down to unbuckle his belt, zip his trousers down and take out his member. The heat that wafted from his hardness hit the cold air, and he almost moaned in relief. His hands moved to grip her school skirt- resisting the urge to rip it for all the torment it's given him- lifting it up to her waist.
Jon makes a highly embarrassing gut-punch noise. His eyes were fixated on the object in front of him; Sansa might as well be wearing no underwear at all for all the good her tiny little thong is doing. He holds the material away from her with his fingers and then, because he can't help himself, thumbs her clit just to watch her gasp and try to stay quiet.
"Seven hells," he grinds out – probably too loud for where they are – as she muffles her cries in his shoulder. "Seven fucking hells."
He grips her legs, moving them to wrap around his waist. Jon shifts his grip around her thighs and pushes into her, biting his lip to stop himself from coming or crying out. She's so warm and perfect around him, with her fingers digging into the back of his head and her legs tight around his waist. He starts thrusting immediately, snapping his hips with urgency because he's not going to last but dammit, he's not coming before Sansa either.
She grazes her teeth against his neck and muffles her cries in the collar of his shirt, her hand wrapped around his neck, before snaking between their bodies to rub at her clit.
Sansa tightens around him and Jon's vision greys at the edges. He thrusts harder, gritting his teeth in the process. He moves his hand from her thigh in order to replace her fingers with his. Pushing against her clit, once, twice, three times, until she keens in the back of her throat, high and loud, and comes, sending him tumbling over the edge after her.
"Seven fucking hells," Jon moans again. He sounds like a broken record, but he can't think of anything else to say that comes close to what he's feeling now.
Sansa giggles breathlessly into his shoulder, the grip of her legs around his waist loosening. Heavy panting fills the room, with Jon pulling out of her with a soft moan.
They sat there for a few moments, catching their breath back before Sansa sits up, putting her skirt back around her hips. "Come on, Jon. Try not to look as dishevelled as you do now," she teases him.
Jon chokes out an almost hysterical laugh and fumbles to fasten his trousers, tucking his member back into his boxers. He gives Sansa a look that edges far too close to 'completely out of his depth' than he'd like, but she just smiles at him, flushed and pleased and not at all mocking. Before cupping his jaw and placing the gentlest of kisses on his cheek.
He felt his heart rate speed up at her touch, his palms felt sweaty. "We still have the last fifteen minutes of lunch left to ourselves," he points out, lifting his wrist up to glance at his watch.
"It should have been longer," Sansa mumbles.
Jon gives out a small chuckle. "Come on, Sansa, you can help me with this script I've got to write for the school play," he motions to the pieces of paper lying off towards the side of the stage.
Sansa sighs. "Okay, but only if you promise to take me out for food later on," she says with a smile at the edges of her mouth.
"I promise," he grins widely before moving off to grab the pieces of paper.