“Sam thinks we’re mad”, whispered Sansa, her fingers ghosting across Jon’s bare chest. Jon chuckled and pulled her in closer for a kiss.
“Somewhat, no doubt”, he replied. “Starvation and isolation always take their due in the north with the arrival of winter”.
Sansa laid her head on his shoulder as he stroked her hair.
“What will you say to her?” asked Sansa.
“The truth”, he replied.
“It may take more than unvarnished words to convince her to come to our aid”, said Sansa. She raised herself up and turned to face him.
“You may have to make a more persuasive argument”, she continued. “Flatter her…remind her that she is the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, not that child who plays at being king. As Aerys’ daughter it is her manifest destiny to complete her journey by taking her place on the Iron Throne. She’ll not achieve it by remaining in Meereen surrounded by her enemies who seethe in resentment and seek her demise. She needs to return home and be the savior of her people who need her and her dragons…now. At this point you can be blunt with her. If she doesn’t stop this invasion of the north then there will be nothing left to inherit. Instead, Westeros will become a desolate land of eternal winter ruled by the dead”.
She brushed aside a lock of his hair and kissed his lips. As she pulled back she gave him a sly smile.
“And if your words fail to persuade her then you could try doing something else with your tongue to win her over”, she said waggling her eyebrows. He gaped at her and blushed.
“She’s my aunt”, he mumbled, looking uncomfortable. “So seduction is not an option”.
“She’s a Targaryen and so are you”, she replied with a mischievous grin.
“Half Targaryen, thank you very much”, he growled as he tugged at the laces of her nightrail. As he eased the fabric from her shoulders he nipped at her collarbone and pressed gentle kisses along her creamy neck. She mewled softly as his lips circled her nipples and he stroked her breasts with his calloused fingers.
“Mmmmm…” he murmured. “I remember when I didn’t have to share these”.
Sansa giggled and gave him a playful shove.
“It is very unseemly of you to be jealous of your son”, she laughed. She rose up on her knees and tugged the nightrail over her head and tossed it to the floor. She heard Jon’s quick intake of breath. Then he gently pushed her back among the furs.
“You, lovely girl”, he said, his words muffled as he buried his face against the soft skin of her belly, “will clearly be the death of me…never mind wights, white walkers and dragons”.
Sansa moaned as he left a trail of kisses down her abdomen. Then she held her breath in anticipation as he shouldered her legs apart and parted her curls. He searched for a second or two before grinning broadly when he found that little button of desire. He rubbed it gently in a circular motion before leaning forward to give it a lick. Sansa gasped with pleasure at the sensation. Then Jon slipped his large hands under her buttocks to gain more purchase.
While she bucked and panted, Jon sucked, licked and nipped until she finally peaked in a heady rush of pleasure. And when he finally entered her she was warm, wet and so wanting that she dug her heels into the small of his back, silently urging him to go deeper. He happily complied with his chin nestled in the crook of her neck, maintaining a steady rhythm as he pressed sloppy kisses on her shoulder. And when he felt her begin to come undone again he paused to watch her face flush with satisfaction. Pleased that Sansa lay contentedly underneath him, Jon’s thrusts became more erratic until he found his own release seconds later.
After Jon rolled off her, Sansa shifted closer to him to lay her head on his heaving chest. They lay quietly for a few minutes with their limbs still entwined until Sansa broke the silence to voice one more concern.
“Promise me you’ll come back”, she pleaded softly, her fingers dancing down his arm. He lifted his head to peer at her with a puzzled look.
“Why wouldn’t I come back?” he replied.
“Even if she refuses to come you will still command Viserion. You could, conceivably, go almost anywhere…anywhere safer than here”, she said with a slight tremor in her voice.
“Hush, sweetheart, we have to believe that she will come. But, no matter what happens, you and Torrhen are the loves of my life…you’re more than I ever expected to have or deserve. I will always come back, Sansa”, he replied with a gentle kiss to her brow.
She reached up and traced a finger along his full lips which were still slick with her cum. Then she slipped the finger into her mouth. It was salty, sweet and a little tart, this essence of her. And as she withdrew her finger from her mouth, she licked it suggestively and then gave Jon a sweet smile.
“Your turn”, she said with a twinkle in her eye as she slid down beside him.
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