"I can't believe we got kicked out because of a Milk Dud," Sansa grumbled as she stormed into her dorm room with Jon in tow. Margaery was out, though Sansa didn't know for how long. "That guy was a total wuss."

"I can't believe you stooped to her level, Sansa," Jon said.

Sansa spun around and glared at him. "She threw water in my face, Jon. You expected me to not retaliate?"

"Yes, because she wanted you to do something."

"She's lucky I didn't punch her in the face," Sansa muttered and went to her closet to get a dry shirt. She whipped her damp one off and was about to reach for a dry one in her closet when Jon's arms came around her. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

"Can we just forget about Ygritte?" he asked and bit at the lobe of her ear. "Please? Remember how we wanted to be alone anyway…If anything, we should be thanking her for giving us an excuse to come back here."

"Is this because I'm only in my bra right now?"

He fingered the strap of her bra. "I could always take it off for you…"

She turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. "I…" she sighed, shook her head and unwound her arms. "Nope, I'm sorry. Mood is totally gone." She tried to move away from him, but Jon wouldn't let her go.

"What can I do to get it back?" he asked, giving her puppy dog eyes.

Sansa placed her hands on his chest and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

"Shit," he muttered. "I'm in for it now."

"What do you mean?"

"The last time I had to get you out of a bad mood you made me talk in pig Latin for an hour."

"And you did very well!"

"The real question is – why do I do these things?"

She laughed. "I don't know. Why do you?"

His expression softened and he leaned in so their lips were a hairsbreadth apart. "It must be because I love you."

"At-thay ust-may e-bay it-thay. Did I just say e-bay?"

Jon laughed softly and kissed her, trying to push down his disappointment that she didn't say she loved him back. He was trying so hard to be patient about that, but he just wanted so badly to know she felt the same. He felt like until then he knew she was right there with him, their future was uncertain. Like at any moment she could disappear.

It was possible he was imposing his past experiences with Val onto Sansa. Still, he couldn't help but want to hear the woman he loved tell him she loved him back. He was all in, and he wanted Sansa to be all in with him.

"I won't make you talk in talk pig Latin," she said.

"Thank God."

"But I want a hot fudge sundae. Can you make that happen?"

"Yes, sweetling, I can."

She smiled brightly at him and Jon felt like he fell in love with her all over again. If only she knew how she held his heart in her delicate little hands.

xxxxxxx

"You know one of the things I love about you is how you never shy away from eating something bad for you, and you aren't afraid to eat a lot of it," Jon said later as they made their way into his dorm.

Sansa patted her stomach. "Well, see, I have this theory about ice cream…"

"Do tell," he said with a grin as he opened the door to his room and gestured for her to enter.

"Have you ever seen those bottles filled with various colored rocks and sand, or just the rocks?" she asked as she passed by him and flicked on the light in his room.

"I have," Jon said and closed the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and Sansa did the same.

She came over to him and put her hands on his belt as she spoke. "Well, let's say that bottle is your stomach, and the rocks are the food." She then undid his belt, then the snap of his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

Jon felt light-headed. He put his hands over hers. "Sansa, what are you doing?"

She wagged a finger at him. "Jon, I'm talking and in the middle of doing something. It's very rude to interrupt."

"Sorry," he croaked.

"As I was saying…" She pushed down his jeans over his hips and then knelt down and pulled down his boxers.

He was hard. So hard he thought he could pound nails. And Sansa was on her knees and so close to his dick. Jon put his hand on the wall beside him to steady himself.

"So the bottle looks full," she whispered and seemed to assess his cock before putting her hand around it.

Jon gasped and his hips jerked. "Sansa."

"But it's not full," she continued and then slowly, almost haltingly, licked the head of his cock.

"Fuck!" Jon exclaimed, and then groaned. "Oh, fuck, Sansa."

"There are all these little spaces between the rocks," she said and then took him in her mouth. Jon gasped and his eyes rolled up in his head. Her mouth was warm. Wet. Oh, fucking hell. Sansa was sucking him off.

Sansa smirked as she pulled her mouth off him with a pop. "And ice cream fills those spaces between the rocks giving credence to the idea that there is always room for ice cream." Bloody hell, he didn't even know what the fuck she was talking about anymore. Men, he thought, really were simple creatures. All Sansa had to do was put her mouth on him and he lost the ability to think coherently.

She took him completely in her mouth again and Jon thought he was going to keel over. "Sansa, Sansa, my Sansa," he babbled as his hands went to her hair and his fingers tunneled through her soft locks. She hummed as she rolled her tongue around his cock and then sucked on the tip.

Jon wanted to ask how she learned to do this, but he presently could not form words.

She licked him like a Popsicle and sucked him so good that if he knew this was what she'd had in mind earlier then he never would have made them go to the goddamn movie.

She cupped his balls then and Jon couldn't breathe. "Sansa, I'm going to come," he managed to choke out. "Move, Sansa."

She shook her head and continued to suck him. He let out a strangled cry as he came in her mouth. Some got on her cheek and she wiped it off with her finger.

Jon wasn't sure how he was still standing. He felt dizzy and his heart was pounding so hard he was certain she could hear it. Sansa got up and grabbed some tissues from the tissue box on his bureau and cleaned her hand. "Interesting," she said, "it sort of had the consistency of yogurt."

Jon just stared at her. "How – did you – how did you learn how to do that?"

"I watched a lot of porn. And I asked Margaery to help me. I practiced on a cucumber."

"Oh God," Jon moaned and pulled up his boxer and jeans with shaky hands.

"I was really nervous about that," she admitted. "Did I do all right?"

Jon sat down on his bed. "Sansa, I came so hard I saw stars. You did brilliant."

She smiled proudly.

He held out his hand to her. "Come here."

She came over and took his hand and he pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her voraciously. "I love you," he whispered.

"Can you taste yourself on me?" she wondered.

He swallowed hard. "Yes. I don't mind."

She smiled and kissed him again. "My hands were shaking," she admitted. "I wanted to surprise you, but I was really nervous. I figured it was like my audition – I just had to push through it."

"You can surprise me any time you want, Sansa."

She wrapped her arms around him and placed her chin on his shoulder. "So, you know how I said I've been watching a lot of porn?"

"Yeah?" he choked out.

"I have some questions…"

"Yeah?" He didn't think he was going to survive this conversation.

"What's your favorite position?"

"I'm a guy, Sansa. All of them are my favorite as long as it involves me inside you."

"I thought you weren't like most guys?"

Of course she remembered that. "I'm like a guy when it comes to some things. But I also told you that I liked being with a woman I felt something for."

"So, what was Ygritte then?"

"A lapse in judgment?"

"Sure. Okay. I can roll with that." She pulled her head back and looked at him. "So, no favorite position at all…? Or maybe…a place?"

He looked at her in confusion. "A place? What do you mean a place?"

"Just that when you were with Val—"

"Sansa Stark."

Her brows went up. "Oooh, It's Senor Bossy Pants' voice."

"Why are you bringing up Val?"

She squirmed in his lap and looked down, avoiding his gaze.

Jon put his hands on either side of her face and made her look at him. "Sansa. Why are you bringing up Val like this?"

"Because from the sound of it, you lost your head over her. You did all these crazy adventurous things because you were so overcome with passion and love for her and I…" She swallowed hard and tried to remove his hands from her face. He didn't budge. "And I want you to feel the same way about me. I'm as pure – well, almost as pure as the driven snow now – and you're not at all. You shared some crazy sex with Val and I want you to feel like you can do that with me."

"I don't even know where to begin with all of that."

Finally, Sansa succeeded in removing his hands from his face. She'd shocked him; she could see it all over his face. Embarrassed, she started to get up off his lap, but he pulled her back to him and held her tight.

"Do you not think I am overcome with love and passion for you, Sansa?" he demanded.

"I know you love me."

"Do you?"

"Why do you sound so angry?"

"Because while I knew we weren't exactly on the same page with our relationship, I at least thought we were close to—"

"Wait, wait, wait," Sansa got up from his lap and this time, he let her. "What do you mean by not exactly on the same page?

He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "You don't love me yet."

She gaped at him. "What?"

"You don't love me yet. I say it and you don't say it back." He stood. "I get it. You're not there yet. But while I'm waiting to hear it and hopefully making you fall in love with me, you're thinking I don't even love you."

"It's not that I don't think you love me…"

"Then what is it exactly?"

"I guess because you said that you and Val were so…passionate and went at it like bunnies – I mean you did her in the library. That's, like, your place of worship, Jon. You're typically pretty quiet and not really into the PDA and I just think that you must have really loved and wanted Val to be so adventurous with her. You didn't even kiss me in the movie theater—"

Jon didn't give her a chance to finish. His hands cupped her face in his hands and he kissed her so passionately Sansa felt her knees leave her.

"Sansa, there are no words for how much I love you and want you," he told her heatedly. "What I had with Val was not real, not like it is with you. You are my best friend. You know me better than anyone, and I like to think that it's the same for you with me."

She nodded emphatically. "It—it is."

He then picked her up and carried her to his bed and lay her down. "Every time I'm with you I want to put my hands on you," he said, his voice low and deep. He climbed over her and placed his hands on the snap of her jeans. "I want them off," he said.

"Oh-okay," she said and he undid the snap of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He yanked her jeans down her legs and tossed them carelessly to the floor. On his knees, he placed his hands on either side of her hips and bent his head to her panty-clad pussy and nuzzled her there.

"I've wanted my mouth on you; I've wanted so badly to taste you," he murmured as he began pulling her panties down.

Any reservations Sansa had about him putting his mouth on her down there were gone. His take-charge attitude was making her hot, and judging by the way her pussy was tingling, she was also wet.

"I go to bed thinking about you. I wake up thinking about you," he said softly and then licked up her slit. Sansa arched off the bed. "Oh my God, Jon," she muttered.

He teased her clit with his thumb and Sansa gasped.

He swirled his tongue around her clit and then said, "You have no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about you…wanting to be with you…I miss you the second I'm away from you…"

He licked and sucked and nibbled on her until Sansa thought she was going to lose her mind. And then she did. She came and came and came and Jon lapped up every. Single. Drop. He then proceeded to kiss his way up her body.

He hovered over her and asked with a smirk, "Do you want to taste yourself, Sansa?"

She yanked him down to her and kissed him hard. Deeply. Hungrily.

Jon gathered her in his arms and rolled them to their sides. "Don't ever compare yourself to who came before. None of them matter to me. Remember what I said to you: there is no me without you. You own me, Sansa."

"Jon, I do lo—"

He put his finger to her mouth, stopping her. "No. Don't say it now. Don't say it unless you're sure. I want you to be sure. I can wait as long as I know that you're not going anywhere."

"Where else would I go?" she asked. "I'm yours, Jon."

He smiled and kissed her, holding her close to him. "Will you stay the night with me? I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you here."

She smiled and nodded. "Yes."

"And if you really want me to have sex with you in the library I will."

She laughed. "Will you really?"

"I'm hard pressed to say no to anything you want if you hadn't noticed."

"Well…there is one thing you denied me…"

He arched a brow in question. "And what was that?"

She smiled devilishly. "Jon, did I ever tell you that you're my hero?"

He chuckled and moved her onto her back. "Sansa, you are the wind beneath my wings."

And then Jon went down on her again.