Sansa awoke to a small knock on her door. Peering over at her alarm clock she was startled to realize that it was almost eight o’clock. She usual, woke up earlier but must have slept through her alarm at six. Quickly reaching over, she grabbed her silk robe lying on one of her chairs, and went over. Opening the door just a peek, she found Jon standing there, fresh faced, and hair slightly damp. He must have just gotten out of the shower.
“Morning.” She said, slightly startled to find him at her door.
“Morning.” He said with a slight smile. Both stood there looking at one another, as she quickly realized the silence was lasting long.
“What brings you, to my side of the hallway?” She said with a little sarcasm.
“I got a frantic call from my mother, few moments ago, about how no one was answering her calls.” Sansa inwardly groaned at the mention of Eli Martell. Turning she went to her phone which was on silent from the night before, and looked to see her mother also called her recently as well. Several times.
“I forgot, I was meeting them for breakfast. We’re going shopping today.” Turning, Sansa caught Jon’s glance was on her, but not where she thought it would be. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was barely covered. The sitting down shortened the length of the robe so that her thigh was almost exposed to him. Quickly she stood up, as to not make anything more awkward.
“If you want, I can call and cancel on them for you.” Jon said with a smile, trying to not look at her.
“I would love that, but I can’t. Its kind of a shopping trip, I can’t miss.” Sansa looked down at her engagement ring.
“I could come, if you would want.” He asked slightly surprising himself. Her eyes caught his as he tried to keep a frown from forming his face.
“Even if I wanted to, you wouldn’t be allowed.”
“I’m a Targaryen, I”m allowed anywhere I please.” He said, trying to push her to letting him come.
“Jon, you're not supposed to see the bride in the wedding dress before the wedding.” His cheeks grew red at the mention of the dress.
“Oh.” He said, straightening up.
“Another point is, I know you hate shopping.”
“I don’t hate shopping.” He retorted, with a little shrug.
“Jon, most of your clothes are black, and I know for certain a couple of your t-shirts you wear around are Robbs old ones. Not to mention, most of your suits were made three seasons ago. You obviously don’t like shopping.” She had a point at that.
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To Love A Gun
FanficSansa and Jon don’t know each other, like her other siblings know him.  And Jon still thinks that Sansa is just like how they were when they were kids.  Stuck up, and dreaming of her blonde haired prince. &a...
