CHAPTER FIVE - NEEDLE
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Lara looked annoyed at the table, she was trying to eat her chicken in peace, but she couldn't stop noticing the eyes staring at her. The feast was indeed grand, but she hated every moment of it. Why? One, Robert.
He was drinking himself away, making remarks of my similarities to Lyanna. I hated everything, he was roaring of how Lyanna would melt under his gaze, and the crowd forced themselves to love the story, all but Cersei, who stared into emptiness.
"Have you talked to Jon?" suddenly Arya asked.
"No," I replied to the cousin sitting in front of me, "why?"
"He's outside by himself," Arya said, now I knew why she left earlier carrying a bread roll.
"Why don't he join us?" Lara asked.
"Why don't you ask that to Lady Catelyn? She's looking for you m'lady," a servant said from behind, then I glanced at the high table, that seated the king and queen accompanied by the lord and lady of this house. Lady Catelyn nodded at me, giving me a small smile. But pass that, I saw Cersei Lannister looking at me, trying to figure me out. Sometimes she despised her aunt for hating Jon, who did no wrong to her, but then again, she can't blame Catelyn Stark, no one could.
I lifted from the table and carried myself with grace as I curtsied in front of the queen. Don't forget your manners, Lara said to herself.
"Hello," the queen tried to be civilized, "you are indeed beautiful."
"Thank you, your grace," I smiled, glancing at lady Catelyn's expression every time I spoke.
"You remind me of the Targaryens," Cersei said, "I was to be Rhaegar's intended, but here I am," she chuckled lowly, as if to curse herself.
"Earlier, this morning. It seems you hate them, why?" Cersei pryed.
I had to look at lady Catelyn, who was raising an eyebrow at me. "If I may, your grace."
"Whoever the King despise, is my enemy," Lara said, "My loyalties rest in the Royal Family, like my uncle."
Cersei was pleased, "I see."
"Lady Lara, would you be joining us South?" then she asked sweetly.
"No, your grace," Lara replied, giving the queen a polite smile, "there must always be a Stark in Winterfell."
Cersei nodded curtly, "that's a shame."
"You can leave now, Lara," Lady Catelyn said softly, and Lara curtsied one last time before she left.
While she was walking, Robert was now in the crowd, grabbing a woman's bossom. He looked at Lara, and she felt disturbed. So she quickly left the room, without looking at anyone.
She made her way outside, and looked at Jon, who was standing alone, doing nothing.
"Jon," Lara greeted, and Jon smiled genuinely.
"Finally done with the prince?" Jon teased, and she grinned mischievously.
"Aye," she surrendered.
"It's cold," Jon said, "you should go."
Lara raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms, "I'm not leaving you, besides, I'm not sitting with a fat drunken king in that room."
Jon laughed, "I'm flattered you prefer my pressence."
Lara blushed slightly, "Of course, I do."
Then, there was a slight awkwardness and silence between them.
"I talked with Tyrion Lannister earlier," Jon started.
"Have you?" said a friendly voice, it came from a person riding a horse, coming to Winterfell. It was Benjen Stark. He unsaddled himself, and immidiately, Lara hugged him.
"Uncle Benjen!"
"Lara, Jon, what a surprise," he said, as she pulled away the hug, "you look even beautiful as ever."
"What brings you here uncle?" Lara asked excitingly.
"Just picking up a few potential members for the Watch," Benjen said, "I need to pay respects to your uncle."
"Don't let me stop you," Lara said, as Benjen kissed her cheek.
"Uncle," Jon said, broodingly.
"Jon, what are you doing here outside with her?" Benjen asked, after he pulled Jon into a hug.
"Lady Catelyn thought it would offense the queen if I joined in the festivities," Jon said sadly.
"I have been wanting to ask you," Jon said determined, "take me with you to Castle Black."
Lara was shook. Jon, leave. Fuck you, Jon.
Benjen look at Lara, noticing her betrayed eyes. "we'll talk about this later Jon, I promise." And with that, Benjen left the both of them.
Lara sighed angrily.
"I was going to tell you," Jon said, but Lara shook her head.
"It's alright, not like I give a damn or anything," she said quietly.
"But you do," Jon said with a sad tone.
Lara shook her head, until tears form in her eyes, "I don't!" she argued.
"You make it harder for me," Jon said, "please don't cry."
"what? Now you feel sorry for not telling me?" she hissed.
"I do," Jon solemnly replied and looked her straight in the eye.
"The only thing keeping me here is you," he said, as he brutally grabbed the sides of her face and claimed her lips.
The kiss was full of fire, yet her soft lips were cold like ice. Jon wanted more, but Lara gasped and pushed Jon away.
Jon looked at Lara's startled eyes, and he was afraid she was going to run from him. But all she did was hit him in the chest, until all her anger was gone. He didn't give a single care of how his chest hurts from her punches, for it matched the beat of his heart.
"What the fuck Jon!" Lara yelled, "I hate you."
"I know," Jon hugged her, and she calmed under his embrace, he put his head on top of her hair, "I love you too."
"Since when?" she asked, and Jon looked at her.
"Ages, you were the one who accepted me," Jon said.
Lara smiled into his chest, and she just wanted more. She ran her fingers in circles on Jon's chest, and Jon sighed.
"Don't do that," Jon said, and Lara looked at him, confused.
"You forget that I'm still a man," Jon explained, and Lara quickly catched on, Jon was starting to turn on.
"Sorry," she said, with a flustered blush on her cheek.
"Don't do that," Jon grasped her cheek, "don't do anything."
Then he kissed her again, this time she opened her mouth. Their tounges were dancing, entwining, just desperate to be one.
Jon pulled away, afraid of what he could do, afraid of who might see them.
"I don't want to stop," Lara gasped as she scrunched his hair and pulled him into another kiss, then Jon's fears were gone.
"We have too, I'm afraid of the evil I might do to you," Jon said, in between kisses and moans, their bodies pressing against each other.
"Then do it," Lara gasped, "I'm ready." She was still clutching to his neck, forehead against forehead.
Jon was intrigued in the offer, he imagined a different world where it would be alright. She would be naked now, they would make the night forever their own.
"I can't, not even if I wanted to," Jon said. Lara understood his position, for he suddenly reminded himself of his honor and duty as she is, and she realized he respected the vows he would take.
"I understand," Lara said, "I have no future with you."
Jon nodded at the bitter truth that she just layed on the table, suddenly his hand
"The world is cruel," Jon said, and Lara agreed.
They stayed together, embracing and showering kisses on each other's mouths, worshipping each other's lips. Finally, when it was already late, he went back to his chambers and and she went to hers. Later that night Jon cursed and touched himself, while she counted the days they have left, and constantly remembering every kiss they shared.
Please Review! I named this chapter Needle, because Arya made a cameo in this chapter, and the relationship that is finally here!