A plan, and parting moment.
There might be a little bit of fluffy smut in this chapter. ;)
Sansa
After the news of Jon's planned trip north, Sansa decided she needed to concentrate on the wars to the south while she could. She was going to need Jon's input as only he could provide the advice he gave to Daenerys. Therefore, that evening, after Jon had organised much of the trip, they were to plan Daenerys invasion of Westeros.
The table map of Westeros was an enormous beast, and for someone who had no military experience, it was a beautiful ornamental piece. Sansa wasn't a Commander by any stretches of the imagination, but she had helped organise a few battles as Queen in the North, albeit only basic knowledge. However, Sansa had a fair idea of the upcoming battles from he previous knowledge, more specifically those which involved Daenerys and how she had been handled by her advisors. Sansa had her dream parchments with her and had manoeuvred all of the counters in the places she needed them. This included key players, such as friends and people of significance who died. There were also back-up counters as some of the people were in different places than the first time around.
"Shall we start?" Sansa asked, Jon nodded. "The first thing we need to be clear about is who is sided with and what has changed. Daenerys had Yara and Theon Greyjoy, Dorne, Lady Olenna, Lord Varys, and Tyrion Lannister on her side. Not to mention the three dragons, an army of Unsullied and a hoards of Dothraki screamers. Cersei has the Lannister forces, the Tarly's and Euron Greyjoy."
"When is Lady Margaery due to arrive?" Jon asked.
"Next week." Sansa told him. "Lady Olenna is already aware of her granddaughter's safety. I received a raven this morning, she has pledged for House Stark, despite knowing there are no suitable marriage prospects."
Jon looked at Sansa in shock. "She wants to marry her granddaughter off again already?"
Sansa nodded. "They want power, she shook her head. Despite knowing you are already betrothed, I am sure Lady Margaery will try her best to woo you."
Jon laughed and sidled up to Sansa. "If ours were a political match, there might be a tiny chance." he kissed her gently, "But we both know ours is more than that." he edged away and turned back to the table. "So Daenerys is one ally down and we have the Reach?"
"No." Sansa shook her head. "We have the Tyrell's." she pointed a counter which had been allocated for the Tarly's. "Daenerys kills Sam's father and brother. Now from what I could ascertain, Sam wasn't particularly fond of his father, but he loved his brother dearly. So I would like to try and save Dickon."
"How?" Jon asked.
"The Tarly's refused to side with a foreign invader. However they were Targaryen loyalists. I was going to suggest Dickon be in charge of transporting the grain from Highgarden to the north." Sansa explained.
"Has Olenna pledged grain?" Jon asked, Sansa nodded.
"Twenty thousand bushels." Sansa grinned. "That gives us around a five year supply. Hopefully that will see us through the winter, although I may had secured another six thousand from around the north. Then we have the glass gardens, but I digress. Last time the grain and gold was stolen by the Lannister's and transported north to Kings Landing, where Daenerys burned it all. I'd like Dickon to sail from Oldtown with the grain, hopefully evading Daenerys."
"You seem to have this all planned out, why do you need me?" Jon frowned. "I don't know Daenerys."
"I believe, when Daenerys first arrived, some thought she ought to target Kings Landing first, using her dragons. If she had done that, less people would have died, and maybe she wouldn't have gone quite as mad as she did. But Tyrion talked her out of it. Instead Tyrion convinced Yara Greyjoy to escort Ellaria Sand to Sunspear, where her Iron Fleet were to ferry the Dornish army back up to King's Landing. The plan was for the Dornish to lay siege to the capital alongside the Tyrell army. Meanwhile the Unsullied would sail for Casterly Rock and take it. I believe Tyrion still believed the gold mines were full, when they'd dried up years earlier."
"There's no Tyrell army to help Dorne with the siege of Kings Landing." Jon frowned.
"Precisely." Sansa nodded. "Not only that, but the Lannister forces are still occupied with the siege on Riverrun. Cersei was going to rob the Tyrell's, but she doesn't have the men to do it. Casterly Rock is currently undermanned, so Tyrion might still try to take it. The only way Daenerys can lay siege to Kings Landing is with the Dothraki."
"No." Jon shook his head. "Taking Kings Landing with foreign invaders will only rally the Lords to Cersei's cause, which is why she chose to use the Dornish and Tyrell forces. Her only option for Kings Landing right now is fire and blood."
"She claimed she didn't want to be Queen of the ashes." Sansa insisted.
"Then she will try to recruit the houses herself using the dragons. Isn't that what happened to the Tarly's?" Jon asked, and Sansa nodded.
"Tyrion will still try to convince her to take Casterly Rock, for him it is a matter of pride and revenge." she said, Jon agreed. "Where do you think she will go first?"
"I'd head for the richest Kingdom in Westeros, The Reach." Jon told her. "If I'm right, Tyrion will go through the most powerful areas to claim, albeit initially easy ones. Daenerys needs a Westerosi army to take Kings Landing, Oldtown, Lannisport, White Harbor and Gulltown."
"Which means, unless she goes all fire and blood, we have time." Sansa said thoughtfully, before looking up at Jon, his hands on the table and face concentrating on the map. Sansa edged over towards him, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and placed her chin on his shoulder.
"I shouldn't be leaving you here all alone with all of this mess to sort out." he sighed, turning his head towards her.
"I won't be alone." Sansa smirked. "I'll have Lady Margaery, Lord Royce, I might even have Dickon Tarly." she gave an innocent look.
Jon turned around. "Leave Dickon Tarly for Margaery." he kissed her. "I'm not ready to share."
"How can you share when you've not even had me?" Sansa teased.
"We could always marry in the Godswood right now." Jon suggested, Sansa wasn't entirely sure whether he was japing, however she had plans of her own.
Sansa sighed. "I really want to finish my wedding dress first." she started to untie his belt, once she'd removed it, she threw it down to the floor; her hand reached inside the bottom section of his long brown leather vest and began to play with the strings on his breeches. "I've been wed twice, I want the real one to be done properly. A beautiful wedding, friends, a feast, a handsome husband, and for it to be properly consummated." she whispered as Jon looked at her in shock.
"Right, we're going to the godsw..." he stopped as Sansa's hand made its way into Jon's smallclothes and she began to stroke his manhood. "Sansa?" his eyes were wide with shock, while he quickly hardened as she ran her hand up and down his length. "What are you doing?"
"Planning battle strategy." she smiled innocently.
"That's unfair." Jon growled. "You know I don't want to go."
"I'm just trying to give you a good reason to come back." she whispered. Jon stopped her and turned around.
"I don't need that as an incentive to come back to you." he pulled her close, despite his loosened breeches.
"Maybe I need to examine the cargo before another shipment comes in." Sansa winked.
"Shouldn't it be more about how satisfying the goods are?" Jon pressed himself against her hips, but she could barely feel him through the thickness of her skirts. She still wanted to wait until their wedding night before they coupled for the first time, but Sansa wanted to touch him and explore him, and she was finally ready for him to do the same to her.
"Maybe it's time I found out." Sansa's heart was pounding, they'd been intimate, but not as close as she was intending, in fact she suspected Jon might be shocked regarding how far she was prepared to take it. Sansa got to her knees and freed Jon's manhood.
"Sansa, what are you doing?" Jon seemed to panic.
Sansa frowned. "Don't you want me to?" Jon looked at her pleadingly with his grey eyes, yet there was a hint of hesitation in them too. "Jon, I want to do this." her voice softened. "To touch you, to taste you. We are to be parted for months, I want a beautiful memory to hold on to." she looked into his darkening eyes, which now bore a more serious expression, then he nodded in approval.
Sansa pushed the thick leather aside and examined his manhood, which had a thatch of dark hair matching the raven locks on his head. It was thick and a nice size, not small and not too big. The skin was soft and silky to touch. A drop of his seed was glistening on the tip, tempting her to taste him. She looked up, asking him for permission, she saw him swallow as he nodded, as she wrapped her lips around his length, swirling her tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his seed. She'd expected it to be unpleasant, but because she was overwhelmed with his scent and the taste of Jon himself, she was surprised by how good it was, especially when she heard Jon moan with pleasure, for some reason, heat blossomed between her thighs. Sansa looked up at him as she opened her throat to allow her to take more of him into her mouth. She began to set a rhythm while at the same time using her hand to pump him. Suddenly Sansa felt Jon's fingers running through her hair and small moans emitting from his lips, Jon's way of telling Sansa she was doing it right, while turning her on even more.
This gave Sansa a huge confidence boost, therefore she became a little more adventurous. She used the flat of her tongue on the underside of his length, while she took him in her mouth at different angles. All the time, Sansa felt Jon getting harder in her mouth.
"Fuck Sansa...you need to stop." Jon panted, pulling away much to Sansa's disappointment as she looked up at him. "I won't be able to control myself for much longer." he growled as he helped Sansa to her feet as she realized what he meant.
"Oh." she said shyly, but before she could utter another word, Jon crushed his body into hers as they kissed, their tongues explored, fought and devoured. Sansa pulled Jon's hair loose and ran her fingers through his curls as he backed her up against the table, before picking her up and sitting her on top of the Riverlands, pushing her legs astride and standing between them. His lips made it down her neck, sending shivers through her body while his fingers unclipped her leather breastplate, allowing him access to her collar bone. Meanwhile Sansa was unfastening the buckles on his leather vest. He pulled away and shrugged it off, leaving him in his tunic and breeches. They began to kiss again, but she knew Jon would never undress her further because he didn't want to scare her, so she took the initiative and unfastened the laces on her heavy silk, grey dress, allowing it to part, revealing her shift, which she pulled above her knees and widened her legs, pulling Jon into her. Jon pushed the rest of her dress over her shoulders, while he continued to kiss her neck and clavicle, now that he had more to explore, although her shift still covered up much of her chest. Sansa pulled the ties at the top of her shift, loosening the knot, until the laces were loose, while she wrapped her legs around Jon's waist.
"Sansa." Jon frowned.
"I want our first time to be on our wedding night." Sansa insisted, "We can still do what we usually do, without clothes. Mayhaps you can introduce me to the Lords kiss."
"I can touch you?" Jon asked, stunned.
"Yes." Sansa smiled, but Jon shook his head.
"I want our first time to be special, and to save the Lords kiss for that night." he told her, Sansa's shoulders dropped. "Although, if we are to touch each other, I might be able to make you peak harder if I touch you properly, instead of through your shift or through your smallclothes." he told her. "There are other things."
"Like?" Sansa asked.
"Your breasts." Jon smiled. "I'm desperate to touch them, with my hands and mouth. Of course that is if you'll let me." Sansa nodded and Jon pulled her shift further apart, revealing her breasts. Jon caressed them with his calloused fingers, as if they were the most precious thing in the world. When he took her right breast into his mouth, he looked up at her adoringly, and began to suck on the nipple, using his tongue to flick it. Sansa couldn't help but moan with pleasure, but that was more about his hands touching her skin than anything else. He swapped breasts, her left one seemed more sensitive than the other one, as he gently attacked it.
"What is your next strategical move?" Sansa asked.
"I need to get a feel for the enemy, discover its strengths, and weaknesses." he smirked as his hand slid up her shift. He pushed her legs wider apart. "Inspect their weapons.." she felt his fingers brushed aside her smallclothes and found her womanhood, his touch caused her to hitch her breath at the heat flowing between her legs in anticipation. "Break down their defences." he began to rub her sensitive spot. "Gods you're wet."
"Your enemy stands little chance of survival." Sansa whispered.
Jon's fingers circled her entrance, she could tell he was nervous about this, but she nodded her head, she needed something inside her. While his thumb circled what he called her clit, he pressed one finger inside her and gently pulled out, then pushing it in again. He kept repeating the motion, building up speed and heat inside her. Yet, she wanted to peak with him, moving with him. She glanced around and spotted a chair.
"There." she whispered. "Clothes off and sit on that chair she commanded."
"Yes Lady Commander." Jon smirked, backing away, pulling his tunic over his head and throwing onto the floor, before pulling his boots off, then his breeches, followed by his smallclothes. He sat on the chair, his manhood stood erect against his stomach. Sansa jumped down from the table and licked her lips. She removed her boots and was about to take her stockings off when Jon shook his head. "Leave them on." he growled.
"Alright." Sansa agreed before removing her smallclothes, leaving just her shift on. She lifted a leg and straddled his waist before settling down on top of him, pressing her core to his erect manhood, feeling the silky skin beneath her folds.
"I see the enemy his taken cover." Jon smirked.
"Draw the enemy out of hiding then." Sansa lifted her arms and Jon pulled the shift up and over her head. Sansa threw it on the floor with the mounting pile of clothes before turning to Jon. For the first time, they were both completely naked with each other; a huge moment for Sansa as she was handing over her trust to Jon. Understanding the significance of her move, he pulled her in close and began to kiss her. At first it was chaste, then it became heated as Sansa moved her, with the help of Jon, who held her hips.
"Gods you're wet, I want to feel you all over me." Jon whispered. Sansa stood and took Jon's length into hers and wiped it along her entrance, coating it in her juices. Jon's hand found her entrance, he slowly pushed two fingers inside her, removing them and placed them in her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. The action in itself felt erotic and surprisingly, the taste turned her on even more. Jon's hand returned to her entrance, where he coated his fingers in her juices once more, this time he put his fingers into his own mouth and sucked on them tasting her. "Delicious." he adjusted himself and pulled her down so she was sitting along his length. "A nice taster for when I return." he smiled as they began to move once more.
This was far more intimate than anything they'd done before. Despite there being no penetration, it was as close to the real thing as possible. Sansa glanced down at him, his lidded eyes were trained on her, his expression one of lust and adoration. Once they had found a rhythm, Jon circled her nub with one hand and placed the other around her back, pressing their chests together. With one hand on Jon's shoulder for balance, the other Sansa used to scrape her fingernails through Jon's loose curls, pulling his head back and kissing him with as much power and fire as she could. The pleasure was building up inside her like never before. The feel of their sweaty naked bodies moving together in unison, tightened the coil in her stomach, her core burned hotter than before, suddenly she felt her mind going blank and her inside spasm with white hot pleasure.
"Jon...seven hells..." she cried. No longer caring what anyone thought. Her nails dug deep into the Jon's shoulder, probably drawing blood. She only had enough semblance of thought to release her hand from his hair, instead curling it around his neck, as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her body. Her back arched and her body was momentarily rigid as she felt like she was being ripped in two by an earthquake of heat and pleasure.
"Sansa...fuck..." was all Jon could master as he suddenly grabbed her hips with both hands, so tightly they would likely leave bruises, although Sansa didn't care. His movement sped up, then she felt his hot seed against her stomach, she watched as he appeared to grimace, albeit from pleasure.
They say there for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, before Jon made the first move. "Sansa, my leg has gone to sleep." he complained. Sansa got up and realised she had gone stiff. She managed to stand for a moment before stretching and throwing her shift over her body. Suddenly arms were wrapped around her from behind. "Sansa, there's something I need to tell you." Jon whispered in her ear. Sansa turned to him, his face full of worry.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I need to tell you, I love you." he smiled.
Sansa turned around and placed her arms around his still naked waist. "I love you too." she said. "Now let us get dressed, return to our chambers, then we can do this all over again." she pecked him on the lips.
"Sounds good to me." Jon smiled and nodded.