Rightfully Mine // Ned Stark

Jelly

'My legs feel like jelly' Sasha told Ned flopping into the bed her arms stretching out above her head.

'Long hard day of training...' Ned confirmed kissing down her legs shimming her pants down onto the floor

'Jelly.' she repeated

'Let me help you then.' he said kissing up her legs his lips grazing along her skin she felt a tingle rushed through her. A mew escaped her lips her legs wrapping around his back. 'That doesnt seem like jelly,' he informed her running his hands long her thighs.

"Beautiful. You are so very beautiful. Probably the most . . . And you're smart and funny, so . . ." He gives her a helpless look, as she smiled down at him biting at her lip.

The noise Ned makes is rough and rasping, and it took Sasha about three seconds to realize that he's already coming, groaning into her skin, trapping her hand between their bodies.

'does me beating up the guy turn you on?' sasha teased. She felt him shudder, and this perfect man coming apart against her, consumed by pleasure, she felt him fill her before scattering kisses down her chest and stomach, his tongue teasing her, followed by a lick, and a bite, and oh my God... Earth-shattering.

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Jon and Grenn were training the new recruits, one of which is Locke, to fight wildlings. The training session was interrupted by Thorne though. Throne had to constantly remind jon that he is a steward. Jon was below him and he needed to treat him as such.

'I'm gonna kill.' Sasha muttered. Ned glanced over at her a smirk on his lips. 'I'm not lying this time.' She told him a grin on her own lips. He just wrapped an arm around her. 'he acts all high and mighty but he doesn't do shit. Jon, Grenn and us have been training this piss poor lot. He acts as though him sitting on his ass is helping.'

'I agree.' Ned told her, smacking her ass with the flat edge of his sword before heading off, he waggled his eyebrows at her before continuing training.

'Bran is alive.'

'we saw-'

'he is alive.' Jon told them. sasha looked to ned hopefully. 'If he made it to the wall... I worry he might being held at Craster's Keep,' jon informed them.

'craster's keep...' sasha murmured. 'let go get him then.' Sasha declared.

'we need permission, we cant just-'

'its cute that you think I take order from these people.' Sasha told him. 'get your permission or don't, I'm heading out in the morning.' Sasha looked to ned.

'what she said.' Ned agreed. 'I can talk to Alfie, see if he cant pull some weight.' Ned added. But he didn't need to Thorne gave Jon permission to attack Craster's Keep, but only with volunteers, he wasn't about to send men to a place they didn't want to do for a boy that was supposed to be dead.

Slynt convinced Thorne that Jon questioning his decisions was a problem, but if Jon got himself killed on a dangerous mission he volunteered for knowing the risks, it will both remove him and be his own fault.

'you cunt.' Sasha spat. Alfie held her back as she charged at Slynt, he jumped back, a scared little scream coming from his lips.

'little lady.' Thorne warned. 'you are a guest here. We can easily change that.' jon and ned came running up. Sasha shook from alfies grasp.

'you think we are going to lose, well you are wrong.' She spat. 'lets go.' She declared turning on her heel long black hair whipping in thornes face.

'she can die for all I care as well.' Slynt muttered but jon and ned shot him a glare that made him cower back.

'lets GO!' sasha demanded stomping out into the snow.