“I assume everything is in working order?” asked Sansa as she pulled her nightrail over her head and tossed it on the end of the bed.
Jon glanced under the furs for a second before Sansa slid under them.
“I am happy to report that everything is at attention and awaiting your inspection”, he replied with a cheeky grin.
She leaned over him and kissed him hungrily on the lips while her hand slid down to his groin.
“Oh, my…” she purred as she stroked his engorged shaft, “very impressive, indeed”.
He reached up to run his fingers through her burnished hair and then leaned over to gently bite her shoulder.
She raised an eyebrow.
“I believe spending so much time inside Ghost’s skin has influenced you more than I realized”, she observed.
He growled at her before flipping her on her back. She sighed as he nosed his way between her breasts and swirled his tongue around her erect nipples. She moaned as he nipped at the soft flesh under her breasts and traced his tongue down to her belly.
He took a deep intake of breath.
“Gods I love the smell of you, Sansa”, he declared. “I swear all my senses are on fire”.
He slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and ran his tongue along her inner thigh. She breathed in small hitches as he parted her curls and pressed her clit with his finger. Then he lowered himself on to his belly and tugged her legs on to his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful, Sansa…the most beautiful woman I know”, he murmured as he circled her mound with his tongue. She jerked at the sensation and grabbed at his hair with both fists. Then he licked at that little button of desire relentlessly while she bucked and moaned. He slid two crooked fingers into her and then a third. She arched her back with a long sigh. She could barely control her breathing as she could feel the heat building in her groin.
“Come for me, sweetheart”, he urged her until she finally climaxed with an exhausted cry.
He rose up to smooth aside her hair and whisper in her ear.
“I want to take you from behind”, he said as he kissed her snowy neck.
“Mmm...you really are a wolf tonight”, she murmured as she rolled over on to her belly. She rose up on all fours and guided him in. He grasped her hips in his large hands until he was deep inside of her. Then he reached around her thigh to stroke her clit as he moved slowly in and out.
She rapidly shuddered to another climax with a happy cry. Jon then picked up speed until finally finding his own release.
He leaned over her panting quietly. Then he straightened up and let out a loud howl like a wolf baying at the moon.
Sansa shushed him with a laugh and then shoved him on to the bed.
“Ghost will be jealous”, she warned him.
“Let him find his own mate”, said Jon as he grabbed her hand and tenderly kissed it. “I’ve already found mine”.
Then they curled up together, limb over limb and nose to nose, and fell asleep like two pups that were inseparable.
They awoke just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Sansa went to the nursery to tend to Lyra while Jon retreated to his own chambers to wash and dress. He arrived in the nursery as Sansa was feeding their daughter and offered to take Torrhen down for breakfast and then out for a walk.
They returned after Sansa had finished her own breakfast, their faces ruddy and smelling of pine needles.
“We found a fox den filled with some newly born kits. One of them dared to venture outside for a few minutes until it started crying for its mother”, said Jon. Torrhen dropped to the floor on to his hands and knees and mewled as a demonstration for his own mother. Sansa laughed with delight while Jon scooped him up and gave him a hug.
After a few minutes, Torrhen was turned over to his nursemaid’s care. Jon accompanied Sansa as far as her solar.
“Perchance have you seen Melisandre this morning?” asked Sansa with her hands fiddling with the buttons at his neck. He reached up to cover her hands with his own.
“The men said she left without a word before dawn this morning”, he replied.
“That’s very odd”, she commented.
“She’s a very odd woman”, breathed Jon as he leaned in to kiss her brow.
Sansa patted his cheek and turned to open the door. But Jon caught her hand before she entered the room.
“Just one more thing before I forget again”, he said as she whirled around to face him, “do you know where Longclaw is? I’ve searched my rooms and the armory and nobody recalls seeing it”.
Sansa’s face fell.
“Oh, Jon”, she replied, “I don’t know where it is. It wasn’t with your body when we recovered it”.
Jon expressed disappointment at the news.
“I…I’ll have the blacksmith forge me a new one then as soon as possible”, he grumbled, “…although nothing will ever be as good as Longclaw”.
They parted ways with Jon off to supervise some repairs while Sansa retreated to review the accounts with Sam.
As she dictated to Sam a list of supplies required to purchase, they were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was a young wildling boy who stood in the doorway looking anxious.
“Beg your pardon, milady”, he stammered, “but me mam told me to fetch you. She said that the red witch has returned and it looks like there’s a barney brewing between the woman and Lord Snow”.
Sansa and Sam looked at each other with surprise and then followed the young boy to the yard. There they discovered Melisandre, her eyes gleaming, brandishing Longclaw while Jon held out his hand to her.
“Where did you find it?” asked Jon reaching for the sword.
Melisandre stepped back a few feet and straightened up. She still carried the sword aloft.
“The Lord of Light led me to it…to the cave where they killed you”, she replied, her eyes darting about as men approached her from all sides. She swung the sword around defensively and the men stopped moving. Jon motioned them back.
“Will you give it back to me then?” asked Jon calmly before taking a few hesitant steps towards her.
Melisandre nodded but she gestured to him to halt.
“I will…but it must be tempered first”, she replied. Jon looked confused.
“My lady…the sword is of Valyrian steel…it was tempered many years ago”, he answered. “Please, you need to return it to me now”.
Melisandre shook her head and slid her naked hands from the hilt to the blade. The sharp steel bit into the palms and fingers of her hands. Blood began to flow in rivulets down the front of her gown and pooled at her feet. She closed her eyes and muttered a few incomprehensible words before aiming the point of the sword at her breast.
“Jon!” screamed Sansa. “Stop her!”
Jon lunged at her but it was too late. She plunged the sword into her chest and sank slowly to her knees.
Jon grabbed her before she collapsed to the ground. The light was slowly fading from her eyes. She stared at Jon’s face and uttered a short, bitter laugh. Blood gurgled up and spilled from the corners of her mouth.
“The Lord of Light has chosen his champion, Azor Ahai”, she whispered. “Promise me my sacrifice was not in vain”.
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