#she literally goes out of her way to make sansa feel as uncomfortable as possible
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ichooseviolence · 2 years ago
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Sansa had to experience her first period in a traumatic place and during a traumatic time whilst a battle went on outside the castle walls and Cersei is just like "lol ur bleeding in here and they're bleeding out there lmao. So weird."
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mattatouile · 5 years ago
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Bullet Point J x B highschool fic
who wants another bullet point fic?
Jaime’s in the locker rooms, the guys (Ron, Hyle, etc) try to get him into the bet to deflower Brienne. Jaime is disgusted by the bet. He doesn’t know B well, no one seems to except her two friends Pod and Sansa. His cheerleader sister has referenced Brienne sometimes, about what an oafish, hideous beast she is. Jaime doesn’t defend B because Cersei has always been an asshole and Jaime doesn’t stand up to her about anything (except Tyrion??)
Brienne is an outcast, got bullied horrifically during middle school. Has two good friends, Pod and Sansa. Basketball or volleyball or track + field or swim team or soccer? Some kind of sport. Her years of bullying have also made her distrust basically the world.
Jaime sits down at her lunch the day after he finds out about the bet. Brienne is essentially like “fuck off, what the fuck?” Jaime is insistently friendly.
Hyle and Ron etc. also start being nice to Brienne. She is super suspicious, and demands Jaime tell her what’s going on. He figures if he tells her, she either won’t believe him, or think he’s mocking her, or she’ll be mortified and he knows how badly she’s been bullied and doesn’t want to do that to her. Also, he can protect her from them if he becomes her friend and he does find her super amusing and it’s very fun to make her blush. So he tells her that it’s just that everyone follows his lead like sheep. She’ll be popular by association. Just wait. Brienne insists she doesn’t want to be popular. Jaime smirks, “Everyone wants to be popular.”
Jaime invites Brienne to a party at his mansion. Brienne says hell no. Sansa makes her go. Puts makeup and a blue dress on Brienne that Brienne insists is too short. She also does something to Brienne’s hair?? Something that isn’t just a ponytail or braid. Jaime is actually startled to see her. It’s not that she’s suddenly pretty it’s just that it forces him to consider her. Except she looks SO UNCOMFORTABLE and keeps yanking at the hem of the dress but also trying to pull the neckline up. He teases her but she gets pissed and storms off. He follows, apologizing the whole time. Cersei is an asshole to her at some point about how pathetic it is that she tried to look hot. It’s not like Jaime will ever want to fuck her. Brienne doesn’t even want Jaime to want to fuck her. (FALSE) But a bunch of people overheard and she’s humiliated. Jaime tells Cersei to fuck off, essentially. That makes it worse for Brienne. She doesn’t need him defending her.
Jaime ends up following Brienne out of the party, apologizing for Cersei and everything is. B is near tears and she just cannot cry in front of him. She’s basically like, “I don’t know what you’re plotting but I won’t be Carrie at the prom. I’m not an idiot, Jaime.” That’s so close to the truth, but he’s really starting to genuinely enjoy her company and maybe want to kiss her which is confusing because she’s so salty. She storms off.
Jaime goes to her house the next day. Begs her to let him prove that he wants to be her friend for realz. Invites her to do an activity with him. Paintball or rock climbing or hiking or SOMETHING physically active. This turns into them going on these non-dates with each other. Jaime realizes oops he has feelings and now he’s fucked if she ever finds out about the bet and it’s just...too late to confess. At some point, Jaime and Brienne both desperately want to see some nerdy AF movie. They decide to go together awkwardly. It’s a date but neither of them can admit it. They accidentally touch hands. When Jaime drives her home, he literally says, “Oh, fuck it,” and kisses her. She doesn’t respond and jerks away. Asks what the hell that was. He smiles, but not mockingly, “It was a kiss, Tarth.” “I know that. Why?” “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks.” She gapes at him, turns very red. He leans in very close and says, “I’m going to do it again unless you tell me not to.” She does not tell him not to. He smiles and kisses her again and this time she kisses back.
Jaime and Brienne slowly start to date. Ron gets shitty because he’s shitty. Ron congratulates Jaime in front of everyone in the cafeteria for winning the bet. Brienne goes white as a ghost. “Bet?” Jaime panics. Brienne sees his face. Ron smirks. “Don’t tell me he didn’t tell you. The team had a bet about who could fuck Brienne the Beast first. Looks like Lannister won.” Brienne goes numb and has to leave. Jaime runs after her (he does this a lot). She tells him if he ever touches her again she’ll break his arm. “Brienne, please. Let me explain.” Brienne glares at him with an awful combination of hurt and fury. “I don’t know how I could be stupid enough to think you were different. You’re just like the rest of the assholes.”
Jaime tries texting. He tries calling. He tries showing up to her house. Selwyn is like, “Look kid, I’m not going to hit you, but I will bodily remove you from my property if you don’t leave.” She avoids him at school. Pod and Sansa all but form a protective barrier around her. 
Jaime knows. He has to sacrifice himself on the altar of dignity. He stands up on a table at lunch and declares for the entire school that he is crazy about Brienne Tarth and lists all the reasons he’s crazy about her (she’s kind and strong and unfailingly understanding and FUN okay, SHE’S FUN, and he loves spending time with her, and hurting her was the dumbest thing he’s ever done and he gets it if she never forgives him, but he wanted her to hear it from him because she deserved it before)
Brienne softens a bit. He was just really sincere, and she’d like to believe she knows when someone -- well, she didn’t know he was lying, but maybe he wasn’t lying there at the end. And what he said wasn’t some overly flattering bullshit about her being sexy. It was about who she was as a person and all the things they did together.  So -- so maybe.
She finally texts HIM and says he’s going to have to earn back her trust for so long. So fucking long. He’s going to grovel forever until she learns to believe him again. She’s been hurt by a lot of people, by nearly everyone, but -- but he can try to earn her trust back if he actually wants to. 
Jaime. Grovels. So. Hard. He sends a vat of her favorite movie candy (junior mints). Invites her rock climbing again, but doesn’t try to hold her hand, because he knows she’s gotta come to him. He even grovels to Selwyn. Brienne, in a fit of GENIUS, asks Jaime to come to dinner at her house. He knows it’s not actually a request, it’s a test. AND HE WILL PASS THIS TEST. AS HE HAS NEVER PASSED ANY TEST.
So he comes to dinner and he lets Selwyn absolutely rakes him over the coals in the most subtle way possible. And Brienne kind of smiles the entire time and tries not to laugh but Jaime doesn’t get bristley at all, and he is the bristliest person usually. So...yeah. It’s nice. He just smiles at her and his fucking eyes twinkle and he’s so handsome and... he’s kind. She can’t quite ignore that he’s kind. He’s been so patient. When dinner’s finally over and Selwyn makes it clear he doesn’t HATE Jaime but that it’s time to go, Brienne walks him to the door. She glances over her shoulder at her dad and pulls the door until it’s almost shut, so she can run if she needs to. Jaime looks at her and he’s just shining with hope and it makes something inside of her warm, like a long sip of tea in the morning, and she kisses him. 
His grin is so wide and he looks so happy and she’s still super scared. She even tells him, “This doesn’t mean I forgive you. You still have to prove yourself. But -- but maybe you can prove yourself as my --” and she just CANNOT bring herself to say the words. So he says, “as your boyfriend.” And she blushes furiously and mumbles, “Yeah, that.” And somehow, SOMEHOW, his grin gets even wider and he says, “I think I can do that.” And then he kisses her and it gets a little deeper and then her dad clears his throat so loud she can hear it through the small gap in the door.
They date forever. Don’t worry about the high school sweetheart thing. Jaime never stops really groveling and she realizes at some point he isn’t groveling it’s just how Jaime is. Like, he just wants to treat her that way and he always did and it was never really a lie. So. That’s good. That’s really good. 
THE END.
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medschoolash · 6 years ago
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the reactions to got s8 are rlly making me realize how entitled fans have become. now everytime canon doesn't satisfy every one of their whims they're ready to cry bad writing. everyone thinks they're so smart when most of them couldn't even write a script. i've even seen a dumbass redditor proposing to boycott hbo and force them to remake this season like ppl wanted to with the last jedi. i'm tired.
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the entitlement shows so much these days. I love making theories and speculating and analyzing characters but at the end of the day the only things I need  answered by the writing to be content is “Does it make sense for the plot?” and “Does it also make sense for the character?”. If the answer to those things is Yes then there isn’t a writing flaw to me. The problem a lot of people have is they latch on to plots in their heads and think that’s the ONLY plot that makes sense. The worse mistake they make is with characters tho. Got fans love to write mountains of meta on characters and their nuance but when it actually comes to down to it they consistently strip them of their nuance when what they see doesn’t suit their headcanons. 
These days any bad decision made by a character is “wow look at the bad writing” instead of maybe just maybe character X is being motivated by situation Y so they do Z. You see it so much when it comes to discussions about Dany and Jon. 
There was this big hoopla about DnD saying Dany forgets about the iron fleet and talking about how Dany’s terrible strategy decision making is terrible and makes no sense when of you just paid an ounce of attention and thought about it, it makes perfect sense for plot and character.  
Literally anything that deviates from what they expect is “look at this writing! look at this assassination” it’s also funny when you consider the fact that we’ve had the same writers the entire series. GRRM wasn’t writing the early episodes he HELPED, the majority of that was still done by the people they swear can’t write anymore. People sit on her and pick apart every single thing and swear they care and understand more than the people who have dedicated their lives to something for 10 years now. People feel entitled to their narratives and their narratives only and everything else is trash. 
Most of these people have no clue how to balance creating a TV show from a book while managing a massive cast and a very convoluted and complex story. This is demonstrated every day by some of the “superior” writing suggestions people give on here that make zero sense and would make shitty television but since it’s their personal wish fulfillment it’s clearly the better idea than what we got. 
This all comes from fans who swear they are smart as hell and could see nuance in a glance but then act like they have to be force fed every part of a narrative that’s outside of their personal expectations in order for it to make sense. 
And don’t get me started on this sudden idea that plot and character and inherently opposed to each other and clearly character should take precedent. The way people disparage narrative decisions for the sake of plot, which is literally something you MUST do with writing or else you’re entire story is a massive disjointed and aimless collection of random character studies is so odd. 
They are like “ugh plot dictates that person must do X even tho the character  I personally think they would do Y instead so clearly this writing decision is terrible and makes no sense” not realizing that any given moment if you have a well written character there are 15 different things they can do or say that make sense for them and the ONE thing they do end up doing usually always serves the plot in some way, whether it be short term or long term.
take the Arya and Sansa plot from last season that people hate. Could Arya have handled her reunion with Sansa differently? Sure, I can think of about 5 other ways it could have gone. Was the way she handled it against her character? Not at all if you actually view Arya as a multidimensional character with her own feelings and past that still influence her connection to other people especially the sister she held a contentious relationship before they were separated. The way arya handled her reunion with Sansa did stick to her character even tho it deprived a lot of fans of the instant stark sister fluff AND it served the plot as well. That’s solid writing even if you didn’t get what you personally wanted at the end of the day. Fans need to realize that every writing decision isn’t about their personal wish fulfillment, if it was that would literally be fanservice which is something everybody claims to hate. Which is the problem here.... everybody want’s their own version fanservice from a story and arrogantly think that their version of that fanservice is the only valid version of a narrative that can possible be written. It’s entitlement, arrogance, and delusion at it’s peak when you think about it. 
Look at the way people swear up and down the lack of stark bonding makes no sense when it actually makes a whole lot of sense of you get over your personal desire to see Stark bonding. These characters aren’t fluffy characters anymore, they have their own pasts and mental struggles that will bleed through every interaction. Suddenly being back home with your family members isn’t gonna erase that just because it’s your family. In some ways it makes it even harder, I mean you only have to look at Jon to see a good example of this. Yet with all this going on people still can’t seem to grasp why the Starks don’ sit around the heart tree and laugh and cry about the old days and reflect on their parents and all they’ve lost together all episode before they leave the Godswood as the perfect wolf pact that operates with one mind and consciousness. Instead of getting that instead entitlement overrides all and makes people believe not getting stark fluff in the middle of life or death with all the pressures they have going on it such bullshit and terrible writing. It all goes back to the belief that their version is the only valid version and there is no other alternative. 
Ultimately tho I feel bad for a lot of people. They are ruining their own experience and nothing can stop them. I have plenty of things I would LOVE to see, things that I think would make sense, but I’m not delusional enough to think that I can figure it all out myself and I’m not arrogant enough to think that I already have, so I watch and digest, critique what I’m not sure of or uncomfortable with, mock what I think is funny, and enjoy what I think worked even if it wasn’t what I expected. To me this makes for a much more pleasant viewing experience that what a lot of other people seem to have going on. 
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asknightqueendany · 6 years ago
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Why is everyone so shook that Sansa relied on Baelish for so long? Dany took 7 seasons to realize that the prophecy from that witch was wrong and she took 7 seasons to admit that she was raped by Drogo. Baelish saved sansa’s life 2 times when he got her out of kings landing and when he saved her from Lysa. He got inside her head again in s7 and she fell for it but she realized and she started playing him (Sophie conformed this) and she WON.
Arya was in the wrong in s7, bc she heard Sansa screaming in s1 and in s6 when she watched that play she saw “sansa” faint on stage and then saw her clothes being ripped of by Tyrion, Arya knew that sansa wasn’t living her best life in KL so why’d she act like that in s7? Sansa never said anything mean to Arya in s7 until Arya started accusing her of shit. Arya never once questioned why Baelish had a letter Sansa had written from years ago with him. She never thought it might be a setup. Contd..Part 2- Arya fell for baelish’s plot just as much Sansa did. Also Arya was much more secretive abt her past than Sansa was as she explained why she wrote the letter and etc. so if anyone had any reason to be doubtful it was Sansa. Sansa was confused by arya’s Bag of faces and Arya was not helping by being so suspicious           
Combining these two because they’re about the same thing essentially.
1) Dany admitted back in S3 what she was to Drogo. “People learn to love their chains.” She was a slave to him and she fell in love with him out of necessity. Book!Dany has similar thoughts on the matter, continuing to remind the audience that she was, in fact, property, and not a proper wife: “Slavery is not the same as rain,” she insisted. “I have been rained on and I have been sold. It is not the same. No man wants to be owned.” “The exile had offered her brother his sword the night Dany had been sold to Khal Drogo.” “Do you know what it is like to be sold, squire? I do. My brother sold me to Khal Drogo for the promise of a golden crown. Well, Drogo crowned him in gold, though not as he had wished, and I … my sun-and-stars made a queen of me, but if he had been a different man, it might have been much otherwise. Do you think I have forgotten how it felt to be afraid?”
Something people forget about Daenerys because they likely skim over her chapters and scenes is that she is very self-aware and aware of the world as it is and her place in it. She knew exactly what she was and she tells the audience she was afraid. It didn’t take her seven seasons to figure that out.
2) Sophie’s version of S7 and the actual scripts (and Isaac Hemstead Wright) paint a very different version of events. Sophie’s of the opinion that she learns the truth sooner and begins to play Baelish. She says in THIS video that she sees through Baelish’s game “Sometimes, I play a little game” and she and Arya then devise a plan to take him down.
But that is in direct contrast to what IHW says and what the scripts say. IHW says in THIS Variety interview that, “We actually did a scene that clearly got cut, a short scene with Sansa where she knocks on Bran’s door and says, “I need your help,” or something along those lines. So basically, as far as I know, the story was that it suddenly occurred to Sansa that she had a huge CCTV department at her discretion and it might be a good idea to check with him first before she guts her own sister. So she goes to Bran, and Bran tells her everything she needs to know, and she’s like, “Oh, s—.”
And the script of 7x07:
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So in the script, Sansa is clearly thinking about turning against Jon and also that she believes Baelish about Arya wanting to kill her. I think Sophie’s video about Sansa is a bit skewed and is her own headcanon of events because it’s clearly contradicted twice.
3) The Arya-Sansa issue. I will never stop defending Arya for the events of S7 because no matter which way you slice it, Sansa was in a position of a lot of power (acting ruler of the North) when Arya wasn’t in any kind of position of power. And she made the most foolish decision ever by ONLY listening to Baelish’s council and no one else. There is literally no good reason Sansa shouldn’t have confided in Brienne about the Arya scenario unless she legitimately was planning on killing Arya before Arya had a chance to kill her - which is what the S7 script and IHW’s interview clearly show Sansa almost did.
4) Along with Sansa being to blame for her own actions by not seeking council from anyone but Baelish - the person who would have only whispered in her ear things she wanted to hear while someone like Brienne would have given Sansa more tough love and had her face issues and questions that would be uncomfortable to Sansa (as she did in S6 when asking her why she didn’t trust Jon with the info about Baelish to which Sansa never replies), on the flip side, Arya’s side, Sansa looks INCREDIBLY guilty of something - namely, trying to take the North from Jon and seize power for herself (which again, the script suggests Sansa almost did, so Arya was RIGHT).
I pointed out in THIS ask what things were like from Arya’s POV. I won’t repeat myself entirely, you can read it at your leisure, but I will mention the highlights:
a) Arya sees Wolkan give the scroll to Baelish and Baelish says, “Lady Stark thanks you for your service,” making it seem as if Sansa was the one who had Wolkan find the scroll, not Baelish.
b) Arya goes to Sansa immediately and does NOT plot or conspire behind her back. Whereas ALL Arya scenes - aside from her spying on Baelish - are with Sansa - MOST of the Sansa scenes are with Baelish. THAT’S fucking telling. As soon as Arya finds the scroll, she confronts her sister. She’s being incredibly straight forward. Sansa is not and Baelish is never far from her side.
c) Sansa expresses her sourness at the fact that she’s not queen: “You should be on your knees thanking me.” Not unlike this quote from the first book in the series, A Game of Thrones: “Go ahead, call me all the names you want," Sansa said airily. "You won't dare when I'm married to Joffrey. You'll have to bow to me and call me Your Grace.” So in Arya’s mind, Sansa hasn’t changed, AT ALL. And for good reason. I’m still pissed at Sansa about this. Like, way to go, you withheld valuable information that, had your brother had before the battle, might have resulted in less of his men getting killed because he could have been able to plan better. And she takes credit for winning the whole battle when her actions resulted in deaths that could have been prevented. It’s not a cool look there Sansa.
d) Sansa sends Brienne away. Arya confirms with Brienne before they have their little “training session” - “You swore to serve both my mother’s daughters?” So Arya knows Brienne would, not take Arya’s side against Sansa, but would serve them equally, possibly help solve issues between them. And she gets sent away. Again, Arya is in NO position of power and Sansa is. Sansa sending away Brienne makes the power imbalance between them even worse. Arya’s got to be feeling threatened and for good reason! Sansa’s move of sending Brienne away is basically her telling Arya - you have no one on your side and as Sansa tells Arya in the bag of faces scene “I have hundreds of men here who are all loyal to me.” Arya doesn’t have that. She just has herself. Arya is the one in more danger here. Not Sansa.
5) Arya seeing the play so she should “know” what Sansa went through - actually, it’s the exact opposite so thanks for helping my argument...? The play from S6 portrays Ned Stark as a bumbling irrational power-seeker and portrays Joffrey and Cersei as VICTIMS! So when the same play also portrays her sister as a victim too...why would Arya believe that? She had the letter from Sansa saying the Lannisters were giving her “every comfort”. She would have no reason to believe that that wasn’t true and that the play would have made things up about Sansa to make her seem more innocent than she possibly was (even though Sansa’s role in the play was actually the only accurate thing about it).
And so far as Arya seeing Sansa the day of Ned’s death - yes she hears Sansa scream (who wouldn’t find watching their father beheaded traumatic?) but she doesn’t see Sansa faint because Yoren has her face pressed to him and blocks her view of everything. But, Arya knows Ned confessed to crimes he didn’t commit, knows Sansa spoke to Joffrey of their father, and knows from the letter that Sansa believed their father a traitor. Something the books highlight even more as Sansa never questions them all calling their father a traitor, she’s just concerned with getting to marry Joffrey and her family’s actions possibly ruining that for her.
So for Arya, it all adds up to Sansa being guilty. Sansa’s actions in S7 do not help matters. She’s the one acting suspicious and according to many sources, Arya has good reason to be suspicious of Sansa.
End. Of. Story.
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wendynerdwrites · 8 years ago
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Recovered Jonsa Fic #9: How Can Anyone Blame Him?
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It starts with what could easily be read as the instincts of a protective older brother. Or a man beset by nerves. He reaches for her hand almost on instinct at council meetings, in court, at meals.
How can anyone blame him, really? They all say to one another. They’ve lost their father, their elder brother, their youngest brother. They may never get their other siblings back. They were separated for so long. The man was literally killed by his own men, his supposed “brothers”. And everyone knows that Princess Sansa has spent the last several years being tormented by one awful tyrant or another. First the Lannisters, then that disgusting monster Ramsay Bolton had her locked away and did the Gods-knew-what to her. They almost lost one another in the battle against him. And his little brother died in his arms.
No wonder that the man is anxious to keep perhaps his only surviving kin so close at hand. Especially when that kin has been through what she has. And the presence of a woman is comforting thing. He has no wife yet. Of course he needs his sister.
The revelation regarding his parentage comes about, and people start seeing it a bit differently. Prince Brandon and Princess Arya are back, so Princess Sansa is neither his only surviving kin nor the only woman in his life. And Winterfell’s household claims His Grace was always closer to Princess Arya. But he doesn’t take and hold her hand whenever she’s near. He musses her hair and calls her “Little Sister”, yes, but he does not hold her hand for long periods.
And he’s not their brother.
Sure, Princess Sansa is the eldest of the Starks and his Chief Councillor. The one who went to battle with him, who has been by his side the longest. But that doesn’t require him to hold her hand beneath the council table. If it did, he’d be grabbing onto Ser Davos as well.
At this point, it’s not kingly, not manly.
The whispers start up. It’s noticed now how the King’s thumb often finds its way to the inside of her wrist and strokes it. How he squeezes her hand at various moments. How they often depart from meetings, court sessions, and meals together, hand in hand. The lingering looks between them. The ones that look like silent conversations. The way she can make that sullen face light up.
Sansa makes sure she knows every single thing that is said within her home. And all she can do is laugh. They don’t know the half of it.
Jon has a Northern soldier’s composure. They both have the manner of Eddard Stark of keeping their impulses and feelings tightly controlled… At least, in public.
Holding her hand was the height of control, given his actions behind closed doors. It actually started before they knew the truth of his heritage, though it manifested differently altogether. But he did, so very often, draw her into his arms and press tender kisses to her cheek or forehead. It had struck her as a bit odd at the time. Beyond standard brotherly rough-housing with Robb and his habit of mussing Arya’s hair (something which got them into a couple of arguments as children. Sansa could recall multiple separate occasions when she’s forced her little sister to sit still long enough to do her hair only to find it mussed ten minutes after she finished thanks to Jon’s affectionate hands), Jon had never been much for physical affection. But she attributed much of it to their separation, loneliness, and his death. Both of them, it seemed, wanted to make up for lost time.
After Bran and Lord Reed made their revelations about Jon’s parentage, she was the one to make the first confession of how she felt about him. She hadn’t taken his new predilection into account except as a wish for him to know what his embraces might summon in her. He should know that when he embraced his sister, not only was he the only man whose touch she felt comfortable with, but it made her heart flutter in a very unsisterly way. He deserved to know.
After that confession, he made his. And his kisses began to find her lips and neck as well. It went slowly, but always, when they were alone, he’d grab her, kiss her.
Once he was assured that she was ready for… further intimacies, he enthusiastically charged forward with them, seizing each new permitted liberty with a great zeal.
He always asks, of course. Always. But he also always feels a need to take her in his arms when they are alone.
Over the last fortnight, she’s had to start drinking moon tea every morning.
Not that she minds.
The thought of a man who couldn’t keep his hands to himself terrified her, normally. She’d been dealt the worst abuses by men like that. But with Jon. His hands on her were revelatory, almost. Almost healing in a way. She could be held and loved properly. She could be held and loved without being scared. Every embrace, caress, touch, even coupling, was an exquisite reminder that Ramsay hadn’t taken away her ability to be loved.
Indeed, she finds she lives for moments like this one. It’s around midday, they have snatched some time for a “private lunch” and she finds herself in a state she never would have imagined for herself at midday. She is reclining back atop the soft, silvery furs of her bed, naked as her name day, as Jon begins crawling onto the bed, naked as she is. He takes her right ankle and kisses it, even running his tongue over the protruding bone of her joint. “I love your skin,” he whispers to her.
“I know,” she replies, smirking, “You’re mad, though.”
“It’s just so smooth and soft and sweet-smelling,” Jon says, pausing at every third word to plant a kiss a little further up her leg.
He does have a particular, almost canine appreciation for her scent. And her taste.
Jon moves up her legs to her thighs, pressing little kisses back and forth between each until she’s quivering. She squirms and cries out when he’s finally tasting her, and her release is sublime. Still she has little time to revel in it, pulling him up to face her and whispering, “Hurry!”
He enters her with a moan and they move together, desperate and needy. She flexes her muscles, sucks on that area on his neck where he’s sensitive, whispers in his ear to bring him to his peak as quickly as possible. They will be expected back in less than an hour, and they do need to actually eat.
They dress quickly and call for lunch. Once the table is brought and the food is served, Jon orders the servants away, scoots his chair back, meets her eyes across the table with an arched brow, and pats his lap. She smiles, rolls her eyes, but goes to sit in it.
They’re playful, feeding one another like newlyweds.
They return to their duties after: council meetings, court session, drafting state papers, overseeing accounts, dinner… When they can finally retire, they depart, and, once alone, Jon grabs her by the waist before they even reach the door. He pulls her back to him, lifts a lock of her hair, and kisses it.
“Again, My King?” She asks, laughing.
“Aye, again, if it please you, Princess.”
Sansa gives a little nod and squeals as Jon literally lifts her into his arms and hurries for her chambers. He makes it to her solar, but not her chamber door, instead carrying over to the fur rug by the fire and laying her down on it. He descends upon her, stroking, caressing, groping, kissing. She giggles at the sensation of his mouth at her neck, at how his hands scramble to open her bodice so her breasts spill out.
She begins eagerly hiking up her skirts as Jon latches his lips to her left nipple and his hands scurry down to his breeches.
“We have all night, My King,” she reminds him breathlessly. They’d taken time to undress completely when they had less than two hours earlier. But he seemed content to just rush into coupling at once now, with far more time.
“Aye, enough time to have you in several different ways,” he growls, her breast falling from his smiling mouth. He kisses her lips, deeply, as if trying to devour her. His hand finds her smallclothes and she hears the fabric tear. It makes a whole new tremor of heat and nerves run through her. She feels the tip of his cock brush her lower lips as he gets into position and gasps. She’s slicker than oil and pulled taut as he parts her lips and slowly penetrates her opening.
This time, she does not rush him. Instead, it’s a bit more collaborative, for they both haven’t had their release yet in this encounter. Their hands joins and their eyes meet. When his lips leave hers to caress her neck and shoulders, she cries out for him.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” he gasps as their hips quicken their pace, “I need you. I’m desperate for you.”
He continues to speak between growns. “Gods! Sansa… Never… Enough of you… Gods… Perfect… Beautiful… Need you… Love you...”
She finds her pleasure just before he does. But even after his seed is released, they cling to one another. They revel in feeling filled.
They rest together for a while, until Sansa grows uncomfortable. She pulls away slightly, prompting a grunt of frustration from her lover. But she ignores him and gets to her feet. But only to remove the rest of her clothing altogether. When he sees this, his annoyance turns to delight.
She smiles at him, looking at her like that as he lies on his back. Sansa kneels down then, her fingers going to waistband of his open breeches. She helps him undress with a direct and purposeful manner.
When he’s bare before her, she drinks in his smooth, pale skin and the contours of his muscles. She bends over to kiss the scars that mark his chest and stomach. He begins to harden again once more and once he does, he pulls at her hips to get her to straddle him and get into position.
She lives for times like these. Being wanted this way, and wanting back. He says it’s her skin, her scent, her beauty, but...
They don’t say it aloud, but their seeming addiction to one another is motivated by both past and future. There was all their time apart before. There is another (possible permanent) separation and an uncertain fate ahead. After finally having one another, knowing what they know, feeling what they feel, being in their home, that time is slipping away. Jon can not, will not, waste a moment.
Neither can she.
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