To Love A Gun

Shooting Eight

Jon’s eyes fluttered open as he felt Sansa stir in his arms.  He peered down to see she had just snuggled closer to him, instead of away.  Jon couldn’t remember the last time he awoke with a women in his arms.  Ygritte was never one to cuddle in sleep, and Val never stayed the night.  Preferring only to have sex than leave.  Sansa was the first woman who ever had slept curled up to him and not for sex.  

 

Jon’s thoughts went back to the night before while she was still feeling brave from her drinks before hand and showed him that enticing smile.  Her question about him minding if they consummated the marriage on their wedding night was okay with him.  If they hadn’t of been shot at and nearly been killed, Jon would have consummated their relationship right then.  It was something he was never asked before.  Whenever Ygritte and Val came over they just expected him to have sex.  Ygritte would always ask in a playful tone and Val only asked the first time.  It was a truly a real question.  Jon couldn’t think of ever denying this woman in his arms again, if she wanted him to deny her sex he would even though its been 6 months since he laid with Val.  He knew it would take most of his strength and willpower but he would do it for her.  He didn’t love her yet.  But he was beginning to.  

 

During dinner she had spoken such wonderful things, and voiced her own thoughts on matters.  Never pressuring him about what he does for a living, or broaching a topic he wasn’t comfortable with.  Immediately when they went into discussing families, she some how knew to not bring up his complicated relationship with his father.  She was so consort of his feelings and emotions that he couldn’t possibly think anything but wonderful things.  Jon was busy staring at her beautiful face, trying to document every little detail down to his memory that he almost didn’t see her open her eyes.  

 

“Is there something on my face?”  She questioned lightly.  Stirring in his arms, she moved to hide her beautiful features from him.  Jon quickly nosed her hand to get to move them.  Slightly surprised he smiled down at her.  

 

“Nothing that isn’t lovely.”  Jon watched as her cheeks began to grow pink at the compliment.  

 

“Jon.”  He moved to accommodate her better to his body, but he forgot about the stitches on his side and winced at the pain.  She suddenly shot up and away from him.  “I’m sorry.”  She said, looking nervous.  Jon almost groaned at the sight of her standing there.  The short V-neck dress she had worn the night before was disheveled and had risen so high up, her undergarments were just peeking through.  The side of one of her breasts was almost revealing the entire soft mound as it had twisted.  Jon shook his head trying to to look at her, as he slide his shirt off.  

 

“I’ll have Sam take a look at it.”  He said as he slowly stood up and walked over to his window.  He became purely aware of the fact that his usual morning wood was even more prominent than normal.  The tent in his pants becoming larger by the second, he needed to take a shower.  

 

“Sam?”  she questioned.  Jon turned his head to look at her as she made her way over.  Luckily she had fixed the top part and bottom so the dress fit normally.  Jon still had his button up and started to unbutton the shirt in his hands.  

 

“Yes, hes our org-familys doctor.”  He said changing his wording at the last minute.