AN: So many updates in one day? But finally, a Jon and Dany interaction. For some reason Dany's chapters tend to have more dialogue? I guess Jon is just antisocial, huh? ~Foxy
Chapter seven: Jon
Red was the first thing he saw, and he was hopeful. But it wasn't who he thought it was- but it also wasn't what he expected. Dark hair curled around a face lit up by the moon; large eyes greeted him in surprise. She had full lips that branched into a smile, and a melodic laugh. But it wasn't for him- his brother Robb had swooped in before he could even think.
"I'm Dany." That name wasn't familiar to him, yet he felt as if he knew her. Jon immediately recognized her friend, a dark skinned girl from his class who had fallen prey to his adoptive brother. The white haired girl was nowhere in sight, and Jon felt he could relax without a majority of his peers turning on him. He had a rough day, the worst in a while.
Robb's fingers slid around her tiny waist, and he felt envious. It had been a long time since he had touch the curves of a woman, but the sound of laughter inside made him eager to find someone to press against. They walked into the open area after a long trek downward, and his eyes went straight to scanning the hundreds of faces.
Ygritte. Ygritte. Ygritte.
He turned up empty handed; there was just way too many red heads. The combined group immediately took to a corner beneath a rusted stairwell, and he could hear Robb's brunette over the music.
"Isn't this a fire hazard?" She asked innocently, "I'm sure we would all perish if a fire were to happen."
Jon figured that that was a clever observation, leaning closer towards his group when someone had elbowed him in the shoulder blades.
"You're the only fire I see." Robb smirked. It was lame, but she fell for it, putty in his hands. "Can I get you something to drink?"
Her face fell. And he shook his head with a genuine grin, "I'm not going to roofie you or anything! Beer?"
She nodded, her curls bouncing about as her cheeks flushed. Several of them went wading into the deeper section of the club, leaving Jon with a boy he knew from school as Loras, and two girls. The brunette swayed back and forth, suddenly opening her mouth in surprise as the song changed.
"I love this song! Wanna dance Missie?" The dark skinned girl shook her head and said something he couldn't hear, adjusting her black dress to accommodate her breasts. "Loras? Dance?"
"I'm going to wait for Ren." Was Loras' reply, crossing his arms and leaning back onto the filthy wall, scanning the crowd for his stray boyfriend. The girl twisted towards Jon, her curls tickled the bare skin of his arm, and she stood several inches from him, opening her mouth to ask.
"I don't-" he started, but ceased when her smile had dropped- it was such a pretty smile. "Uh- sure, I guess."
Robb was not going to be happy with him stealing away his girl, and hopefully he wouldn't return till after the song had ended. Her fingers clutched his in a death-grip, and she dragged him through the sea of elbows and gyrating hips, finally finding a semi-opened spot in the center. Jon couldn't name the song, but the beat was loud and people danced and screamed with it- probably something popular on the radio. He should listen to the radio more often.
The girl named Dany bounced up and down, and said something he couldn't hear, so he cocked his head and leaned in. She whispered into his ear, her hot breath giving him shivers.
"I said- you can dance closer, I'm not shy!" She step back inches from his face, and he could see now that her eyes were violet. It was the diary girl from his class. Her hair had been dyed, that's why he hadn't recognized her! He went to flee from her, having had enough of her bullshit to last him a lifetime. But her hands ripped his from his pockets and laid them on her waist.
The sequins were rough to the touch, very contrary to the softness of her exposed stomach. The crowd pushed her closer to him, her body twisting to the rhythm of the music, and violet eyes set on his. He relished in the feeling of the woman's figure, hands roaming to her hips and the small of her back, he could smell her body-wash and see the sparkles in her make-up; she teased him for a moment, turning her bare back to him. The floor was flooded, and she was forcefully backed into him, giggling, unaware of what she was doing to him- unaware of where her rear was. She began to grind on him, and Jon immediately jumped from his drunken state, pushing her hips away from his.
"Don't do that!" He warned over the music, bending his body away from hers.
"What did you say?" She called back over her shoulder, twisting to face him and finding themselves nose to nose. Now her breasts were pushing against his chest, and her hair touched the exposed skin on his collarbone. Her breath was on his neck again, and her voice hummed against his flesh. "Listen- I'm sorry for that whole fiasco earlier, I'm sure I'm the last person you want to be dancing with right now."
"It's alright, you don't have to apologize-" He attempted to back away from her, and could feel another woman sway her hips against his leg. He lunged forward into her hips again, causing her to laugh in his ear. Jon wanted to get laid like everyone else here, but getting turned-on on the dance floor was not something he wanted to be remembered for. Theon would never let him forget.
"Is something wrong?" She asked with an innocent face, eyebrows raised with concern.
"It's really hot in here."
"Oh- yeah, I guess it is." She gripped the bottom of his top as someone shoved their way past her, clearly terrified of being separated, "are you going to throw up? Do you want to go outside?"
Jon glanced over at the crowd, desperately trying to think of something else- anything but her body and its sinful curves. His eyes met a familiar set, and his breath caught in his chest. Ygritte.
She stood several people away, with a beer between her fingers- the frown on her lips showed that she had been watching them, and was suffering from an intense case of jealousy. Sam was right. New plan, it was time to get Ygritte worked up.
Dany was pulled close, and a noise of surprise came from her parted lips. He looked down at her, expressionless, and she stared up at him with a look of fear. She was like a deer staring a wolf in the face, watching it carefully for its next move, knowing it will undoubtedly be its last.
His hands started slow at her shoulders, snaking down her naked back and stopping right on the bend. She appeared to no longer shocked, watching him with an expression almost identical to his own, and her own hands crawled up his chest and around his neck. And they stared at one another. The whole club danced and moved around them, but they remained stationary, and for a moment- Ygritte was forgotten.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, in a soft way that was not at all lustful. But he went in with a little more motivation, seizing the moment for himself, and crushing her against him. Jon could feel her shrinking away, so his hand went up and grabbed her dark hair, forcing her back into his touch. But when he took her lip into his teeth, she tensed up and fought her way from his grip.
"Excuse me-" she choked out, tears settling on her lower lashes. Dany turned and pushed her way through the crowd, and Jon trailed behind her, desperate to apologize. She ran up to Robb, who noticed her tears and his flushed face brother.
"Hey, there you are- are you alright?" He tried to touch her arm, and she shied from his touch, grabbing the beer from his hand.
"I'm going to step outside for a second, okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
She pushed through an entering crowd and fled up the steps alone. Robb turned his gaze on Jon, his mouth in a thin line, and he too retreated into the crowd- probably looking for another girl to woo. Jon was still wanting to apologize, so he went into the direction Dany had disappeared in.
She leaned against the outer wall, bottle pressed to her lips, surrounded by random boys, some of them offering her drugs. Her eyes met his, and she strutted past the guys, glaring now with knitted brows.
"That was a nasty trick you pulled on me."
"Trick?" He sounded offended, rubbing his bare arms. The cold air burned his skin, it was wonder how she could stand it.
"I thought you liked me."
"I do- I do, really."
She guzzled down the foamy remainder of her beer, pressing the empty bottle into his stomach, "no. You don't like me. You like the idea of me."
"What-"
"The idea of me- and you having sex." She interrupted, staring into his face, but not actually looking at him. "That's okay; I came here with the intention of fucking too. Just… not you though."
"I wasn't trying to bed you- that's what Robb was-"
"But you were!" She accused, pressing her finger into his chest, "I could feel it in the way you kissed me! The way you held me- I know what that is- you're angry at something and you were planning to use me to make you feel better!"
Jon stared down at her, but didn't respond. She was trembling now, not just from the cold, but the excitement- the adrenaline that came alongside defending one's self. Her hand reached for him, and he flinched, he could already feel the sting of her slap. But instead, she pushed the hair off of his forehead and Jon closed his eyes at her cold touch.
"I'm used to it, I guess."
She sat down in the hay cover dirt, pulled her heels off and taking them into her right hand. Dany stood up and began the journey down the dirt road.
"What are you doing- let me give you a ride!" He called after her, his breath clouding up in front of him.
"No, that's alright."
"There are rapists out there- murderers- I can't let you walk home alone." He pulled his keys from his pocket; their clinging filled the air- tempting her for one second.
"But nothing's worse than a Wolf in sheep's clothing." And she began to run, disappearing once again from his sight.
He returned back inside, his body was sick with worry. Robb had preyed on another girl, and they were now nuzzling each other in the deep corner, Theon stood up and gave him a hearty pat.
"Wow! Already?"
"What?" Jon asked, lowering his eyebrows once it became apparent what Theon was insinuating, "we didn't do anything."
"Yeah, right! You stallion! Here, take this beer and bag another one!"
"Fuck off, Theon." Jon grumbled, walking off in search of a stronger drink. A woman behind a makeshift bar pressed a shot of- something gold- into his fingers, and he chugged it without questioning, tried not to gag on it's harshness.
"Tsk. Tsk. You still know nothing, Jon," a voice sounded from behind, causing the boy to freeze up in his tracks. "You can't just kiss a girl like that and expect her to love you."
He turned to Ygritte, and she was upon him now, her claws digging into his world as if she had never left in the first place. "She's not like me."
Before he could utter a word, she had him by the hand. Her hands weren't like Danys, her hands were covered in blisters and hard work. He missed her desperately. Her skinny legs, crooked smile, the way she belittled him and the way their bodies fit together- almost completing one another. Or, at least- he thought he had missed it.
She was no good for him. Like disgustingly sweet candy, leaving him feeling sick and empty handed.
She led him down a hallway, the pitch darkness swallowing them up. She pressed his body against a cold wall, pulling on his hair and leaving love-bites behind, groping at him through his jeans. Both of them tore at each other with an indescribable hunger- clawing, panting, biting, rubbing- like animals. They couldn't contain their drunken lust, noisily fucking each other. And that's literally what it was. Fucking.
There was no love here, nothing remaining from their past. Jon was breathing in the smell of her hair, and was unmoved. They could never be together again. And it was okay. As he had her down on the ground, and pressed into her mercilessly, he realized that he didn't love her anymore. Not even the idea of her. And she didn't love him either. Both of them needed this as a confirmation.
Jon got up and tightened his belt, dragging his dirty hands onto the legs of his jeans. He left Ygritte on the ground, and was unsatisfied.
He pushed his way out of the club, the music thumping into his ears and making him regret. Regret forcing himself on a nice girl, regret fucking his ex, regret leaving the kennel door open. Everything.
Even regretting being a Bastard. Because that was what he was in every use of the word.
He left with keys in hand, climbing into his truck, and was prepared to set things right.