The next few weeks flew by and sadly Jon and Sansa didn't get to see much of each other. Sansa had rehearsals, and the end of the semester crunch time had everyone buckling down and preparing for finals.

Whenever Jon and Sansa did manage to catch some alone time together, they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Tonight, two days before the show, was no different. It was late by the time Sansa showed up at Jon's after rehearsal, but he had promised to help her come up with a study guide for one of her classes, so she had thought they had the best of intentions.

A half hour later with her laptop on his nightstand and Jon's hand under her shirt, Sansa thought that if she failed her finals it might be worth it for this. No, no, she had to pass or her parents would see her involvement with this production as detracting from her schoolwork, and might see her dating Jon as doing the same.

"Jon," she gasped just as his mouth found her nipple.

"Mmm?"

"We have to stop."

He groaned and let her breast fall from his mouth. "Why?" he asked breathlessly.

She smiled. Ever since they'd had that talk about Val and Sansa's concerns about him not wanting her as much as his ex, Jon hadn't been so restrained when it came to showing her how he felt. This was Jon unrestrained and she loved it.

"Because we have to study," she said.

He groaned again and rolled off her. "You're right," he said and stared up at the ceiling.

Sansa rolled onto her side and slid a hand from his chest down to his erection, currently encased in his jeans. "I'll give you a treat if you set up how you do your study guides for me."

He looked at her, his eyes clouded over with lust. "Give me your laptop."

She giggled and they both sat up. Sansa handed him her laptop and climbed out of the bed. "Nature calls. Be right back."

Sansa hummed to herself as she went about her business and she couldn't help the dreamy smile on her face. When she returned to Jon's room however, she found him looking quite angry with her laptop on his lap.

"What's wrong?" she asked and shut the door behind her.

"Why is Dr. Lannister sending you emails?" he asked, his voice low.

She blinked. "What?" She hadn't heard from Jaime in weeks and so she'd thought that was it – in her mind it was it because she really hadn't planned on replying to him again even if he had wrote her back. And then she'd been so busy she just forgot about it. "How did you…"

He looked at her, his jaw clenched. "How did I find out?"

"Were you looking at my email?" she asked indignantly.

"Not on purpose," he said. "Your email was already up when I opened your laptop. Lo and behold, there was his email with an apology for having taken so long to get back to you. What the fuck, Sansa?"

"It was nothing—"

"How long has this been going on?" Jon demanded as he put her laptop on his bed and got to his feet. His whole body was tense. The last time she'd seen him this angry was when…well, when he'd found out that she had been seeing Jaime.

"Not—not long. See, I sent him an email after he left the school. I just kind of wanted closure," she said quickly and began to wring her hands.

"And?"

"And he wrote me back."

"And?"

"And we exchanged a few e-mails—"

"For fuck's sake, Sansa!"

"It was innocent. There was nothing dirty or lascivious in them – he gave me advice about what classes to take and what professors to avoid and I…just…"

"Spit it out, Sansa."

"I felt bad for him! I felt bad for him and I wanted to know what was going to happen to him now and why I was so special to him!"

"How could you possibly feel bad for that man or believe anything he said?! Everything he did and said was done with the intent to get in your pants. Do you need validation that badly that you would turn to that asshole in order to get it?"

Well, that certainly stung. Sansa couldn't even believe he'd said it. Jon seemed to realize his error and he held up his hands in supplication. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't meant that."

"Yes, you did," she said furiously. "And you know what? Maybe I did want some validation. I'm so sorry I'm not as perfect and completely comfortable in my own skin as you are. Maybe I wanted to know what drew him to me so I could figure out what you saw in me."

"Sansa—"

"I'm not exactly experienced and as you now know I was feeling a little insecure. It wasn't like I was going to meet up with him or exchange hot emails with him. And just for the record, I can feel sorry for the guy. He's fucked up! You think I don't know that?"

"The fact that you didn't tell me about the e-mails tells me you knew it wasn't right for you to be doing it," Jon told her. He pointed at her. "Don't you dare turn this back on me, Sansa."

"You want to read them? Go ahead. There's nothing salacious in them. In fact, he knows about you because I told him after he asked if you'd finally declared yourself."

"Maybe I will read them," he said challengingly.

"Go ahead. I've nothing to hide."

"Then why didn't you tell me about them?"

"Because I knew you'd freak out like you are right now!"

"I don't want you talking to him, Sansa. How would you feel if I started exchanging emails with Ygritte? Or Val?" Sansa winced at that and Jon noticed it. He pointed at her. "See? You wouldn't like it."

"Jon—"

"And what's more after all that man has done you shouldn't be emailing him! He used you, Sansa, just as he used all those other students before you and while he was seeing you. Why would you want to keep talking to someone like that?"

Now she just felt stupid and naïve and all those things that made her just feel like a stupid little girl pretending to be all grown-up. "I'm sorry I'm not as worldly as you."

"Sansa, that's not what I'm saying."

"So you don't think I'm naïve?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair and Sansa glared at him. She stomped over to the bed and snatched up her laptop and shoved it in her carrying case.

"You can be naïve," he began gently. "But—"

"I know. I know I'm naïve. I'm still a stupid little girl. I'm not as brash as Ygritte, and I'm not as experienced as Val—"

"Don't you dare start comparing yourself to them," he said sternly.

"Stop telling me what to do, Jon," she snapped and zipped up her carrying case. She marched to the door and he called out to her, "Sansa, wait. Let's just talk about this."

"No, I'm done talking. Good night, Jon."

She slammed the door behind her and marched to her dorm room in record time. Margaery was awake and watching TV when she arrived and her friend took one look at her asked, "What's wrong?"

Sansa burst into tears. "I did something really stupid and Jon found out about it and he got mad at me and called me on it and we just got into a fight and I think I was wrong…"

Margaery rushed over to her and took Sansa's carrying case off her shoulder and placed it on the floor. She walked Sansa to her bed and sat down with her. "Tell Aunty Margaery all about it," she cooed as she rubbed Sansa's back in circles.

Sansa looked at her. "Aunty Margaery?"

"Too weird?"

"Yes."

"Okay, just tell me what happened."

Sansa spilled it all, telling her all about her emails with Jaime, her genuine concern over what would happen with him, how some part of her did want some validation because she'd been so hung up on Jon's relationship with Val, and she ended with telling her about her fight with Jon.

"Aw, sweetheart," Margaery said and handed her some tissues from the box on Sansa's desk, "I think you might have been a little defensive over having been caught, and I think Jon was more than a little jealous and probably concerned considering what Dr. Lannister almost got away with regarding your 'relationship' him. He was probably afraid you'd get sucked in again."

"I wouldn't have though," Sansa said. "I love Jon."

"Have you told him that yet?" Margaery asked gently.

Sansa started to cry again. "No."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Why haven't you told him?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't know. The right moment?"

"Have you considered that maybe Jon feels just as insecure as you have because you haven't said you love him yet? I mean, we all knew how you two felt about each other long before either of you did. I'm sure putting himself out there is not easy for Jon and while I'm sure intellectually he knows you love him, that doesn't mean he wouldn't want to hear it from you."

Sansa flopped onto the bed and pushed her face in the pillow. "Whdoshelvme?"

Margaery laughed. "Say what?"

Sansa moved her face out of the pillow and sat back up. "Why does he love me? Someone so stupid and naïve?"

"Jon can be naïve, too, Sansa, so don't let him fool you on that. And you're not stupid. You just have this really big heart and want to see the best in others. There is nothing wrong with that. That's why you have me and Jon to tell you when someone might not exactly be good people. And Jon loves you because of that and for a million other reasons that make you so wonderful. That boy can't live without you in his life. His whole relationship with Ygritte revolved around you and how he could still keep you close and have Ygritte, too. And look what happened. She lost because as it turns out the only one Jon wants is you."

Sansa looked at her friend with watery eyes. "If I was a lesbian I would date you in a heartbeat, Margaery Tyrell."

Margaery smiled. "And if you were into it and Jon was willing to share, I would be all over you in a heartbeat, Sansa Stark."

Sansa smiled, wondering just how much Margaery meant that and decided it might be best not to know. She had enough to contend with right now. "What do I do now?"

Margaery smiled and brushed some hair from Sansa's face. "You get cleaned up and go to bed. You've been a busy girl lately and I'm sure the fact that you've had almost no rest didn't help matters. Tomorrow, you go find Jon and fix it."

Sansa nodded. "Okay."

Tomorrow, she would not only fix it, but she'd also find some way to make it up to him. The ideas began to roll around in her brain. Perhaps once the show was over, she and Jon could check into a hotel and finally consummate their relationship…