Chapter Twenty

When Sansa woke up in the morning it took her a few to remember where she was. Okay, she thought, I'm in Jon's room. In Jon's bed, and yep, it's Jon wrapped around me. With his hand on my boob. Tell me again how you're not going to feel me up in my sleep, Jon…or that you're not like other guys.

But she wasn't upset. It was kind of comical in a way actually. Her next thought was about how she had to pee.

But then: Oh my God, Jon kissed me last night!

Sansa's mind rapidly went over the events of the previous night and…whoa. Jon had been rather touchy feely the night before.

"I want to kiss you sober," Jon had said.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

Sansa's heart began to race. He couldn't have meant that. She was just there, he'd just ended things with Ygritte – whom he'd even referred to as Regret the night before – and he was sad. Sure, he had said he'd felt relief and said quite plainly that he hadn't been in love with her or saw that as ever happening, but still. A break-up, however good, could still make you feel things. She should know.

Plus, drunk. They'd both been drunk and they'd missed each other…

It meant nothing.

Why did that make her feel rather gutted?

The pressure in her bladder increased. Okay, yeah, she could think about Jon and last night later. The call of nature was pretty much demanding her attention right now. As was a shower and about a gallon of water.

She slithered out from under Jon's heavy arm. His palm rubbed against her nipple and a shiver went through her. I am pathetic, she thought.

Sitting up was bad. The room spun and her head began to throb. Oh my God, someone just fucking kill me right now.

The more she moved, the worse it got. She was going to throw up. No doubt about it. Thankfully, Jon was a heavy sleeper. Sansa sprinted from the room and into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. In her mind she calculated how many more classes she could skip before they started to count…

After using the bathroom, she slipped into Jon's room, grabbed her purse, and then slipped out of his suite, his dorm, and headed back to her room.

When she entered her room, Margaery screeched, "Did you have sex with him?!"

Sansa thought she might puke again. She slapped a hand over her mouth, ran down the hall and did just that.

When she came back to the room Margaery worldlessly handed her a bottle of water and something for her head.

Sansa guzzled the water down, gagging a bit, and then grabbed another water and guzzled that down too. She was starting to feel somewhat better, but not by much. She lay down on her bed and groaned.

"Did you guys polish off that tequila?" Margaery asked and moved Sansa's desk chair beside Sansa's bed. She sat down, a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

"I think so," Sansa replied with a moan. "It sure feels like we did. Or I did. Single-handedly…"

"Did you have sex?"

"No, Margaery, God! He kissed me."

Margaery grinned. "Did you kiss him back?"

"Yes. And then I stopped him."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? We were drunk, he just broke up with Ygritte yesterday—"

"Oh, he did, did he? And then he kissed you last night? Well. Isn't that interesting?"

"I feel like you're trying to tell me something but I can't be sure…"

"Even hung over you're still a comedian."

Sansa smiled, weakly though. It hurt to move.

"Did he say anything to go along with that kiss?"

Sansa sighed. She wasn't going to get any more rest until she told Margaery everything. "I told him we shouldn't be doing that. He asked why. I said because we were drunk and he just broke up with Ygritte. He said he wanted to kiss me sober. I didn't believe. Then he managed to convince me to stay…"

"Where did you sleep? Wait! Let me guess – in his bed, right? And I'm sure he took advantage of that…"

"I woke up with his hand on my boob."

Margaery cheered. Sansa winced.

"He loooves you, he wants to kiiis you…" Margaery sang.

"Thank you, Miss Congeniality. Can I sleep now?"

"Not yet. So, how do you feel about this?"

"I feel that Jon and I were both very drunk."

"In vino veritas."

"What's the Latin for tequila makes you do stupid shit you don't mean?"

"I don't know, what's the Latin for you need to be hit over the head with a sledgehammer to get it?"

Sansa just looked at her. "I'm already being hit over the head with a sledgehammer, thank-you-very-much. I don't recommend it."

"Sansa, you're in love with Jon. Accept it already."

Sansa just looked at her friend.

"I'm not going to tiptoe around it anymore," Margaery said. "He's in love with you, you're in love with him, and that's just how it is. How it's always been. You guys go together like…like…"

"Like rama lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong?"

Margaery burst out laughing. "Yes, the entire cast of Grease, you do. Like dip da dip da dip doowop da doobee doo."

Despite how badly it hurt to laugh, Sansa did anyway. She rolled onto her back. "Right now I can't think past my hangover. When I feel better I can think about this more clearly."

"And don't forget you have to find out about auditions later."

Sansa sucked in a breath. "They'll be posted at two."

"Then you have about five hours to feel human enough to walk across campus and read the list. Do you want me to go with you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll meet you here. Sleep. Dream of Jon. I'm going to class."

And then she was gone and Sansa could sleep. Except that it took forever because before she could dream of Jon, she first had to stop thinking about him long enough to fall asleep.

xxxxxx

Jon woke slowly and the events of the night rushed back before he even opened his eyes. Tequila shots. Holding Sansa on my lap. Talking about sex. Kissing Sansa. Sansa sleeping over…

Jon's eyes popped open. She wasn't there. He sighed. She'd left without waking him. Fuck. He'd scared her off which was exactly what he didn't want to do…

He rolled over and looked at the clock. And he'd missed his morning class. Which, probably a good thing because it felt like a troll was beating a drum inside his head. He needed the bathroom, water, something for his head, and a shower.

And then he needed to get to Sansa because he couldn't let her go on thinking he'd kissed her just because he was drunk and sad over breaking up with Ygritte (he wasn't). No matter how she might feel, Jon knew he had to get it out there. He had to tell her he loved her and just hope that maybe, maybe, she could one day learn to love him back.

xxxxx

Sansa felt as though she was headed to the guillotine when Margaery came to get her so they could see the posted list of those were going to be in the show. She'd slept, drank more water, ate something, showered, and took more pills for head. She felt better. Still tired and a bit out of it, but she didn't feel like she was seconds away from throwing up again.

"You're quiet, little dove," Margaery said as they walked together to the music department building.

"I'm afraid to look at that list and find out I didn't make it," Sansa replied.

"Please. You so made it. And if you didn't we'll burn that building to the ground."

Sansa laughed. "Sounds like a plan."

People were coming in and out of the building and Sansa tried to see if she could tell which ones had just looked at the list and got good news or bad news, or were just leaving classes.

Sansa and Margaery walked up to the second floor and a group of students were in front of a bulletin board. Some looked happy. Some looked pissed and some looked devastated.

Sansa gripped Margaery's hand.

xxxxxxx

Jon rapped on Sansa and Margaery's door, his heart in his throat. He might just puke now when he thought of baring his heart and soul to Sansa. He felt as though he could crawl right out of his skin with how nervous he was.

No one came to the door and Jon knocked again and called out, "Sansa? Margaery?"

Nothing.

She wasn't just hanging out inside not answering the door in case it was him was she?

No. That was ridiculous. Sansa wasn't cruel; she wouldn't do that. He knew she had a free period now so she could literally be –

Wait. Today was the day they were posting the results of the audition. He remembered her telling Sam about it last night.

Ignoring the slight throb in his head, Jon ran down the hall.

xxxxxxx

She'd made it. Oh my God, she'd made it. Sansa could only stand there and stare at her name on the list. She didn't even hear the sounds of her classmates around her. Margaery squealed and threw her arms around Sansa. "Congratulations!"

Sansa laughed, relief and joy flooding her. "Oh my God. I made it."

"I told you, little dove!"

Sansa hugged her friend tight. "Thank you for your support."

"Always. Come on, let's go celebrate."

They walked out the building together, arms linked. They were out of the building and on the path back to their room when Sansa heard her name being shouted. She stopped and turned around and there was Jon, jogging toward her.

Now her heart was racing for another reason altogether. He was just so…hot. And cute. And hot. And Jon. And perfect. And she kind of wanted to kiss him again sober…no, no, she definitely did and was afraid that maybe he wouldn't want to.

He came up to her. "Did you make it?"

She nodded. "I did."

He beamed at her. "I knew you would."

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

And then he took her face in his hands and kissed her. He groaned. Or she might have. Maybe they both did. It didn't matter because Jon was there and he was kissing her and they were sober and she thought she might explode. She loved his lips on hers. She loved the feel of him, the taste of him, the way he held her face, the way he leaned his body into hers as though he needed to feel her just as she needed to feel him.

She loved that he was there in this moment. She loved that he remembered because Jon always remembered everything she said. He was so constant. So trust-worthy, so much…hers.

"I told you I wanted to kiss you sober," he said when he broke the kiss.

Sansa smiled and then this time, she kissed him.