It was probably in poor taste for Sansa to read Jaime's email considering the argument her and Jon had gotten into over it, but she was still curious about what it said. She barely even remembered the last thing she'd sent him. It came back to her though when she read the email.

Sansa,

When I said that you were different from the others, I wasn't feeding you a line. I know that's probably hard to believe considering all that I've done, but it's true.

You are an amazing person. You're intelligent and witty and full of life. You have such a big heart and I could tell right away that you were a star. You're the sort of person that people flock to, because they see want to be next you in just bask in your light. That was what I saw on Jon's face whenever he was with you. You are his sun. His North Star. Given more time, I know I would have fallen in love with you, Sansa.

Well. I got a little carried away there, didn't I?

I am actually in England right now, taking some time to get my head on straight. I wish you well, Sansa. I know that you are going places.

Yours,

Jaime

Sansa was touched – how could she not be? But it was time to put Jaime in the past. She deleted his email, and picked up her phone and sent Jon a text: I'm sorry. About everything. You were right. I shouldn't been talking to Jaime in the first place, and I should have told you about it. Forgive me?

A knock came at her door not even a minute later and she got up from the bed to answer it.

It was Jon.

"Yes," he said and reached for her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He then walked her back into the room and kicked the door shut with his foot. "What I said last night about you being naïve, I didn't mean it—"

"No, it's true, I can be—"

"It's not that you're naïve. It's that you see the best in everyone – even when they don't deserve it. It's one of the many things I love that about you. It's just that when I see you headed into danger my instinct is to protect you. I love you, Sansa. You're my girl and—"

Sansa put her hand over his mouth to stop him from talking. He looked at her in question. "I love you, Jon. I don't know why it took me so long to say it, but I do, and I have for a long time."

He looked at her searchingly. "You-you mean that?"

"Yes." She smiled. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

He kissed her hard and pushed her backwards further until the back of her knees hit her bed. She moved back onto it and Jon followed, crawling over her. He trailed kisses down to her neck and fitted his hand under her shirt. "I want you," he breathed.

"I want you, too," she whispered. "I'm ready."

He lifted his head and looked down at her. "You are?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"God, yes."

"What do you think about tomorrow night after the show?" she asked coyly.

"Yes. I'll get my room ready and make it—"

"No."

"No?" he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"I've kind of been looking at hotel rooms…"

He broke into a wide grin. "Have you now?"

She nodded. "What do you think?"

"I think my girlfriend is fucking amazing," he said and kissed her until they were both breathless. "Did you find a room?"

"I did. Do you want to see it?"

"Did you pay for it?"

"Not yet."

"Good. I want to pay for it."

"But I was going to," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I kept talking to Jaime from you…because I talked to Jaime…because I tried to turn it around on you last night so I would look less guilty…"

"A-ha! I knew it."

"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up, Chuckles."

Jon laughed. "Chuckles? That's a new one. However, no. I want to pay for it. This is your first time, Sansa, and I want to make it special for you."

"Well, it's not just my first time, it's our first time as a couple."

He sighed and looked at her. "Do you want to go halfsies?"

She beamed at him. "Yes! See, you know me so well."

He laughed. "I know it's difficult to argue with you."

"Therefore you shouldn't," she said and he rolled his eyes. She poked him in the shoulder. "Hey, you know what's weird?"

"No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me."

She smirked. "Someone's cheeky."

"Sansa, you told me you loved me and we're going to have sex tomorrow night. I'm on top of the fucking world. I am allowed to be cheeky."

Now she rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. So, the thing that's weird? Last night was our first fight as a couple, but it didn't feel like our first fight."

Jon laughed, and dropped his forehead to her shoulder. "That's because we've had plenty of fights. Maybe you remember some of them? They usually entail you not listening to a word I say and charging ahead to do what you want to do anyway, and then when something bad happens, you blame me for not stopping you."

"When—"

"Dr. Lannister."

"That's not fair. That's a recent example—"

"You bought candles after I told you couldn't have them in the dorm and they were promptly confiscated after you dropped twenty bucks on them."

"It's a stupid rule!"

"When you wore only your hoodie in the dead of winter back home and came down with a cold."

"You can stop now," she said and glared at him.

He grinned. "I love you, Sansa."

"Okay, but you know what I just learned from all of that?"

"This should be good," he muttered.

"You're a goody-two-shoes. And you need me."

"That is true," he murmured and kissed her. "The needing you part, not the goody-two-shoes part."

"I like to think that I help inject some fun in your life. You're just so responsible, Jon."

"Yes, and I remind you to be responsible."

She smiled. "A perfect pair."

"Indeed," he murmured and kissed her. "One thing though…"

"Yes?" Sansa asked, a bit dazed after that kiss.

His hands went to the waist of her jeans and he undid the snap and then the zipper. He smirked as he slipped his hand down to her panty-clad pussy. "I'm not always a goody-two-shoes."

Sansa moaned. "Thank God for that."

A fluffy chapter before we get to the smut ;)