Kapitel 42: Jon Snow x Sansa Stark (GoT) by theboyfriend-and-theprettygirl
"Sansa?" Jon asks, stopping dead in his tracks as he enters his bedchamber late that night. "What are you doing in here?"
She's standing in his room wearing nothing but a thin, almost see through, white nightgown. He diverts his eyes from her body quickly to look past her at the steaming bathtub in the center of his bedroom. He can see the hot steam billowing out of the tub and smells the fragrant oil coming from the water. Lemons, they were always her favourite.
Sansa's heart instantly aches when her gaze meets his tired, bloodshot eyes. He looks exhausted and utterly defeated despite beating Ramsay Bolton and his entire army to reclaim their home at Wintefell just a few hours ago.
"I thought you wouldn't want to be alone tonight."
It's true. He's honestly had one of the worst days of his life. Seeing the life drain out of his little brother Rickon's eyes as he died in his arms. He's sure that imagine would haunt him forever and he blames himself for not riding fast enough to save his brother from Ramsay's arrows. Sansa breaks him out of his thoughts suddenly when she starts to undo his breastplate of armor.
"Sansa..."
"You're a mess, Jon." She says, ignoring his protest and continuing to work on ridding him of his armor. "You're covered in mud and blood...I thought you could use a bath."
His breastplate hits the ground with a loud thud. It's the only sound that can be heard in the otherwise quiet room. Jon watches silently as her delicate fingers start to unthread the laces to his vest, working quickly and methodically to rid him of this garment too. She's about to pull the last piece of material covering his chest, his shirt, over his head when grabs her wrist quickly.
"Thank you, Sansa. I can do the rest from here. You must be exhausted. You should try to rest. I'll see you in the morning."
Sansa frees herself from his grip and shakes her head. "I'm not going anywhere until you've had your bath."
"San-"
"I want to do this for you, Jon." she says cutting him off. "You look exhausted and fatigued...both mentally and physically. Let me help you bathe so you can relax."
"I'll call for one of the servants." Jon says, walking towards the door, but Sansa grabs his arm before he has a chance to leave.
"It's late. They're sleeping. Let them rest, they've had a long evening trying to fix up the mess that Ramsay did when he owned Winterfell."
His running out of willpower to fight her, when her soft hands touch his chest. The material of his shirt is so thin that the feeling of her hand on his chest, almost feels as if she's touching his bare chest, the warmth of her fingers, the touch of her hands against his body stirs up all sorts of unnatural feelings within him. Her fingers trace the seam of his pants, brushing against his lower abdomen, almost teasingly, driving him fucking wild, as she starts to unthread the laces holding together his pants.
Disgusted and ashamed with himself for hardening in his pants against her touch, he steps back from her. "I appreciate the gesture, Sansa, I do." He says taking a step back. "But I can't. You're my sister."
"It's only a bath, Jon."
"I really think you should go."
Sansa closes the distance between them with a single step, pinning him against the pillar of his four poster bed. "You made me so proud today." She says cupping his face with one hand. "You defeated Ramsay and got back our family home."
"I couldn't save Rickon. I failed him." Jon chokes out, unable to look at her, tears burning at his eyes again.
"Hey! That's not true." She says, lifting his chin up towards her until their eyes lock. "It's not your fault, Jon. You did everything you could. Rickon knew that too. Ramsay was a...sick fuck. I lived with that monster, I knew him well. Rickon was dead the moment Ramsay captured him. I knew this and I prepared myself for this. So please don't ever blame yourself."
"I'm sorry I couldn't prove you wrong. I wanted to get our brother back."
Sansa pulls him into a tight embrace and Jon rests his head against her chest. The thin fabric of her nightgown is doing a poor job of covering her perky breasts. She smells like lemon and mint and he just wants to devour that smell and find comfort in her loving embrace.
"I'm dirty, Sansa. I must stink" he says pulling away quickly.
"Please Jon. Let me take care of you tonight. I don't want to be alone and I know you're probably feeling the same."
Her hands are at his pants again, unthreading the last lace keeping them intact.
"I don't want you to regret anything." He says, placing his hand over hers at his crotch, to stop his pants from hitting the floor.
"I won't. "
"You say that now, Sansa. But what if tomorrow you wake up uncomfortable to be around me? What then?"
"I won't." She repeats again, this it's time angrier and more resolute. "Jon, I just want to do something to show my appreciation for you. While I was bathing earlier, the idea came to me that you would be too exhausted to bathe yourself. There's nothing to feel guilty about. I have seen... them before. I've seen my fair share of...them, you know."
"You make sound like it's no big deal, when you can barely even say the word penis and you've only seen your abuser's."
"And Hodor's."
"Everyone saw Hodor's. He was always running around naked by the Godswood." Jon chuckles.
"And Tyrion's-"
Jealousy starts to spread in his body at the thought of Sansa with Tyrion Lannister. "But you said you never consummated the marriage. How did you.."
"We never slept together, Jon but I still had eyes, you know. He was drunk one night and I caught a glimpse of it. And let me tell you, for a little man, he really makes up for his size."
"Lady Sansa, I'm quite shocked" Jon teases and she rolls her eyes playfully.
"So you see, Jon Snow..." her hands are tugging at his pants again. "I'm not some delicate flower you need to protect anymore."
It's true. He heard from the stable men about what she had done to Ramsay Bolton and he couldn't be anymore proud. Jon lets go of his grip on his pants and they drop to the floor exposing himself fully for her to take in. A little smile, then twinkle in her eyes and finally a blush across her cheeks is what Jon manages to catch from Sansa's face as she looks at his manhood.
His instant reaction is to cover himself with his hands but she speaks her next demand so defiantly he just wants to do as she says. " Take off your shirt and get in the tub."
Without a word, he listens to her, ridding himself of his shirt and climbing inside. His tired body and aching muscles instantly reacting to the hot water against his skin. He watches devotedly as Sansa walks over to the bath, dragging a stool behind her to position it at the side table where she has an assortment of soaps, creams and oils laid out, ready for use. She picks up a cloth and dips in into the water, wringing it a little between her fingers, before using it to clean his face. Their eyes lock and hold each other's gaze as she starts with wiping his forehead until she removes all traces of mud and blood. She brings the cloth back into the hot water and repeats the process of wringing it before cupping one side of his face with one of her hands and then working on the same side to clean along his cheek.
Every moment that she does is delicately tender. Her soft fingers bringing him so much comfort. She's cleaned the other side before he's noticed. He blames her striking beauty for being the reason he's zoned out for a bit, as his eye's now linger at her pretty, plump lips. If she had been his wife, he would've pulled her in the bath with him and kissed her; a faint smile spreading across his lips at the happy thought of this, before it was quickly replaced with a frown. But she wasn't his wife and she will never be, because she was his sister. It didn't matter if they had been separated all these years and were practically strangers now. It didn't matter if the last time he saw her she was a selfish, naive child and now the woman in front of him was sexy and confident. It didn't matter that it had taken three seconds once their eyes had locked at the wall for him to fall madly in love with her. Seeing her beauty had left him breathless and in moments were he was alone and most vulnerable of being lonely at night, Jon replays their loving embrace to comfort himself.
"Close your eyes." Sansa says bring him back to reality. He listens and obeys her command, closing his eyes quickly. Her soft fingers rubbing away the dirt on both of his eyelids.
The sound of the wooden stool dragging against the tiles makes him open his eyes and he catches her just as she starts working on unthreading the lace to her nightgown.
"Sansa?" He coarsely chokes out in protest, but he's too late. The fabric is loose exposing her round breasts to him, so perfectly perky and full, that he instantly becomes hard in the water. In his best attempt to remain noble and decent, he diverts his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
He hears the swish of the material falling to the ground and doesn't dare to look at her naked body.
"It'll be easier if I got in there with you." She says, so casually unaffected by any awkwardness whatsoever, as she picks up her nightgown to place it on the edge of his bed. "Would you have prefered that I kept it on instead?"
YES.
Sansa snorts a little. "I'm sure you've seen naked girls before, Jon. You don't need to be so modest and look away. Roz told me that you paid her once to undress for you, but you didn't do anything with her. And I know you slept with Ygritte. You told me that you broke your vows at Castle Black."
Jon still refuses to look at her. He knows the moment his eyes set on her naked body, he will no longer have the willpower to control his urgency for her. Fighting his feelings for her had been torturous enough, he didn't need to see what beauty her body held to tempt him anymore. He knew he was going straight to hell when he died with Ramsay Bolton, for lusting over and desperately desiring his sister.
But Sansa, crafty as she was had other plans for him. Instead of joining him in the bath from behind as he was expecting, Jon was surprised to see her dip her first leg into the water right in front of him. He could no longer fight the urge to be noble or honorable and his eyes burning with lust and desire looked at her naked body. He watched as she brought in her other long leg into the water before lowering herself into the water of the tub. The tub was big enough to hold their two bodies comfortably. So it didn't skip his notice how she still managed to somehow sit on him. His voice hitching when she slid herself closer to him, until she was straddling him.
She reaches behind him for a soap and fresh cloth and her breasts almost grazed his face. He longed to cup them, play with her nipples with his thumbs before devouring them in his mouth but he refrained.
"Jon...is that your?..." Sansa laughs a little. "Are you hard right now?"
"Aye. I'm sorry, Sansa." He mutters feeling disgusted and ashamed of himself for his length pressing into her inner thigh.
Sansa smiles and bites down onto her bottom lip. She's lathering a bar of soap between her delicate fingers, when she speaks next. "You shouldn't feel so tense." She says as her arms spread the soap from her hands against his neck and shoulders. "We've never really have been brother and sister. My mum told me to never forget that you weren't really our family, and I was always so horrible to you growing up because of that."
"You were just a child, Sansa. It's okay."
"I'm not a child anymore."
"Aye, you are not."
Sansa dips a cloth into the water and wipes off the soapy areas she had just lathered. Her eyes meet his for a moment and she can feel all the emotions running through his brain. Longing. Desire. Disgust. Hurt. Heartbreak. Her hands find his chest and now she's lathering soap across it. He watches her so attentively, falling deeper in love with every delicate movement she makes.
Sansa gasps as her hands run over a scar from where he was stabbed. "Jon, is this where..." she can't even finish her sentence because she's crying now. Her hands are exploring his chest, finding all of his scars and rubbing her thumbs delicately across them. "There's so many."
Jon grabs one of her hands and brings her wrist to mouth to kiss it delicately. "It's okay, Sansa. It's all in the past now."
But she's crying harder and louder than before and it's breaking his heart. He cups her face with his hands, looking her in the eyes to reassure he that he's okay. After a moment, of wiping at her tears with his thumbs, he watches as her beautiful face softens again.
"I'm sorry you went through that." She says softly and he melts.
His breath hitching in his throat, when she brings her lips to one of his scars to kiss it. The contact of her soft lips on his hard abs sends him over the edge. He moans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. Sansa finds another scar, rubs her thumb against it and then presses her lips over the spot. She does this again and again. Kissing her way through all of his wounds and scars. It is the most loving thing anyone has ever done for him and he is utterly smitten and consumed by her. His eyes flick open when her lips start to leave a trail of hot kisses across his chest and collarbones. She is now kissing areas where he hasn't been injured, working her way up to his neck and jaw. He has no desire to stop her, so he tries one last attempt at a plea.
"Sansa...I won't be able to stop." His voice is ruggered and hoarse. "You should go back to your room now, otherwise I might do something you'll regret tomorrow."
Sansa ignores his plea and sucks onto his left earlobe. Nibbling at it with her mouth. He moans again. Louder than before.
"Gods, Sansa! Do you enjoy tormenting me?"
She pulls away from his ear to stroke his face. "When I was in my room, planning this... I thought I would be the dominant one. I envisioned how this would play out in my head. Lord Baelish said that men are driven crazy wild when women instigate things, but Jon. I don't want to seduce you the first time because I feel like you want this too."
He meets her gaze and nods. Sansa can no longer contain her excitement, as a wide smile spreads across her pretty face. "I want you, Jon." She whispers against his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin, as she takes the cloth to his back to wash him. "I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me."
"Sansa..."
"Gods! Hearing you say my name gets me so wet and excited. I want to to hear you call my name while you are begging for your release." One of her hands dig around at the water until it finds his cock. He groans loudly from the contact.
"Sansa...are you sure?" He asks, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ears.
"Yes, Jon. I want you. Make me yours."
Jon pulls her head closer to his and crushes him mouth against her. They both moan in unison at the contact of their lips colliding. The kiss is sweet, despite being urgent and hungry. They break briefly for air and Jon takes in her beauty. Without hesitation, Sansa captures his lips again for another desperate kiss. Jon opens his mouth wider and slips in his tongue. Jon is unable to think when Sansa's hand starts to rub at his cock. The rhythm of the movement, the contact of her soft hand on his skin, leaving him an utterly helpless mess. Her hand is so much softer than his own and he feels himself hardening and growing in length. There's a look in her eyes that he's never seen before but he knows that its only reserved for him and that excites him so much. She continues to pump his cock up and down, as he pulls her into his arms, close enough to wrap his arms around her tiny waist, his fingers pressing into the small of his back until she's straddling him.
Jon bites at one of her hard nipples and she cries out in pain, digging her fingers into the scalp of his head. Before he can ask her if he's hurt her, she begs him to do that again. He mouth covers her other breast, biting and nibbling at it while she curses out his name. She starting to wiggle around him as he works her nipples, one hand still on the small of her back, the other playing with the nipple of the breast he doesn't have in his mouth; and then switching attention to the other breast.
"Jon! Gods!" She breaths out and he chuckles against her skin. It's nice to know that he's driving her as wild as she's driving him by teasing his cock. He kisses her on the lips again. It's a quick kiss but enough to get them both excited. He starts to plant kisses down her jaw and neck, right over the collarbones until he finds her breasts again. When she can no longer take his torment, she releases his cock and cups his face.
"Jon, please!" she begs and he knows exactly what she wants. Jon helps her get on top of him and watches the pure delight spread across her face as he places himself at her entrance. He slowly pushes into her a bit, her eyes shut instantly, as her breath hitches in her throat. He can barely make out the things that she's saying as he starts thrusting into her slowly. Half curses, half praise. But he knows this is what she wants. What she needs.
She wraps her arms around the back of his head and presses her head to his forehead as he continues to thrust into her. Sansa is now grinding her hips back and forth. The extra friction of her movement is making him harder and more determined to keep up with her pace. Soft moans escape her lips and are meet with his low, guttural ones.
"I've been dreaming of this since I saw you at Castle Black." Her voice is breathless.
"Me too."
"Why didn't we do this sooner?"
Jon cups her face with one arm, bringing her lips in for another kiss. He sucks and bites at her bottom lip, as she continues to moan against his lips, driving him fucking crazy. His thrusts are getting faster, keeping pace with her grinding and he can feel his release starting to build. Sansa on the other hand, despite all her cursing and moans, does not even appear to be close. He admires her stamina in being able to ride out this ecstasy.
Sansa is planting a trail of hot kisses at his neck now and it's pushing him over the edge. Water is beginning to splash out of the tub now, hitting the tiles with a spluttering sound as they both quicken their pace.
"Yes, right there..Gods, Jon! Fuck! Don't stop."
"Sansa you're so tight. It's going to make me cum."
She rocks against his body faster, and quicker than before. More water spluttering against the ground as their moans fill the cold winter's air.
"Say my name again. I want to hear you say it, while you find your release."
"Sansa." He repeats over and over again. Each time he says it, it's more fervently, more breathless and urgent. With his hand still on the small of her back, to keep her pressed close to him, he comes when she alters the pace of her grinding once more.
"Gods! Sansa!" He says, coming undone against her chest. Sansa smiles triumphantly when she feels his seed fill her.
She captures his lips for another kiss, breathing short, quick breathes into his mouth. "Make me cum, Jon." She begs against his ear.
She almost feels mean to ask him to please her. She knows he's had a long day and is exhausted from the fatigue of battle. He had also told her that he barely slept last night in preparation of the battle. But she needs her release. It's been something she dreamed about every night since she had reunited with Jon at Camp Black. Nothing was going to stop her from fulfilling her need now.
Jon's hand move from the small of her back, to fall at the sides of her hips. He changes his pace of his thrusts. Some fast, others slow, fast again for a few spontaneous thrusts and then slowly going deeper, pushing just that bit further this time. She's cursing out his name, her fingers knotted in his hair. His hands, drop from her sides and cup her bottom. He uses this leverage to change the angle of her thrusts until she can barely speak, the only sound escaping her mouth now are moans of pleasure. He thrust again. Harder. Deeper. Lifting her bottom with his rough hands up from his body. Everything is making her wet and she can feel her release coming.
"Kiss me." She breathes out, huskily. She's nearly lost her voice from all the screaming she had been doing while she was cursing his name. Jon meets her lips in another hungry kiss. His tongue tracing hers in a fight for dominance. His hands still bouncing her bottom up and down.
"JON!" she cries out as her orgasm washes over her, hitting her like a tonne of bricks. She opens her eyes and strokes his face. He releases her bottom from his hands and pulls her in close for another kiss. His still inside her, her walls closing tightly around his cock. They stay like that for a moment, both taking turns to touch the other's face and plant soft delicate kisses along the jaw and nape of their necks.
"Thank you, Sansa." He says, looking into her eyes. "I didn't want to be alone tonight."
"I love you, Jon." She blurts out, kissing the palm of his hand. "Thank you for defeating my abuser, for getting back our family home...and for coming back to me." She kisses his other palm of his hand and brings both hands to her chest in a tight hug.
"Sansa, I love you, too." He says, tucking back a strand of loose hair behind her ears. "I love you so much it consumes me." Sansa met his lips for a soft kiss and then stands up.
He had been too embarrassed to properly take in her naked body when she had first entered the tub, but now he can see it all in its glory. "Gods, you're so beautiful, Sansa." He says, as she wraps a towel around her wet body.
She reaches for another and passes him a towel. They exit the bath and head over to his bed. Jon completely mesmerized as she dries herself in front of him, thinking about how he lucky he is to have shared this moment with the woman he loves.
Once they are dry, Sansa reaches for her nightgown, but Jon throws it across the room quickly, pulling her into her arms again. Their naked, dry bodies making contact again. "You won't be needing that tonight, Lady Sansa." He teased.
"Jon Snow, I'm too exhausted to go a second round tonight."
Jon opens the covers of his quilt. "Let's sleep a bit, before we rule out round two."
Sansa rolls her eyes playfully and laughs. "Fine. But we are sleeping first." She says as she gets under the covers and resting her head on his chest once he joins her.
The sound of his beating heart bringing her comfort and peace. Jon kisses the top of her head while she draws stars around his scars with her delicate fingers.
"Thank you, Sansa. I've never been this happy in my life."
Sansa kisses at his chest and lifts her head up to meet his loving gaze.
"Me too. I hope all our days are filled like this going forth."
They share one last, sweet kiss before drifting off to sleep in each other's tight and loving embrace.
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