Seven Dreams One Kingdom

29-Sansa

The King's Bedding Chamber a was fairly small and relatively simply furnished room. It had a large hearth, three chairs for the onlookers, a table for drinks and in the middle was the enormous imposing four poster bed, made from the white branches of a weirwood tree, with red leaves woven around it by some kind of red twine. The bed was said to have been built by Bran the Builder, and that it had spells built into it, making it a magical experience for those who used it; for once the voiles were closed, the bed would transport the lovers to another realm, one where they would experience privacy and not see or remember those who were said to be watching them. Of course, the stories claimed it could only work for the King's of Winter, and thus there was no recent proof that the strange looking bed actually worked. As Jon and Sansa were a King and Queen of winter, the bed should work, and if not, at least the room and bed was unusual.

The plan they had decided upon was for them to minimise the amount of time required for the bedding to be witnessed. Therefore they would prepare one another beforehand. Jon had been adamant he would allow Sansa to experience the Lords Kiss on their wedding night, and he was keeping to that promise, even ensuring a degree of privacy for them.

Strangely, Sansa was no longer nervous of the bedding. She suspected the tonic had something to do with it, as Jon had commented on the way to the room, that he felt the same way. The moment they closed the door, Sansa felt the magic inside the room crackle. Jon looked around, his eyes shining.

"Do you feel that?" he asked.

"Yes your grace." Sansa smirked.

"My Queen." Jon stepped towards her and placed his lips upon hers. Heat flew to her core like she'd never experienced when Jon had kissed her; he tasted of ale and leather. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight to his body. Sansa yanked the leather tie from his hair, and threaded her fingers through his curls as their tongues fought and explored, their teeth nipping at one another's lips like the wolves they were. She unfastened Jon's sword belt and threw it onto the bed, out of the way.

Sansa felt Jon unlacing her dress, which was designed to be easily removed. Desperate to touch Jon's naked skin, Sansa began to unlace Jon's black and burgundy doublet. He'd looked so handsome in his Targaryen clothing, black really did suit him. He shimmied his arms and shoulders out and pulled his black shirt over his head. Sansa turned around to allow him better access to the laces on her dress. Jon pulled her hair to one side and began to kiss down the side of her neck whilst his fingers deftly dealt with the strings of her dress. Soon she was devoid of the beautiful gown and standing in her shift which was white, low-cut and almost see-through, her newly made lace smallclothes on show. Jon growled as he pushed his hips up against her back, where she could feel his hardness against her.

"Gods I want you." she moaned.

Jon nipped her ear playfully. "You're gonna to get me, all of me, all night. I will do everything in my power to pleasure my she-wolf." his words made her feel hot and flustered. She knew what it was like to feel turned on, but this was different, it was more intense.

"Anything?" Sansa asked.

"Well, I was thinking of one thing in particular." he chuckled in her ear. "After all, I did promise." Sansa turned towards him as he began to walk her backwards towards the bed. "I like this shift, I can see everything underneath."

"Not quite." she said as the backs of her legs hit the bed.

"Well, then we'll have to get rid of the offending items. If your grace doesn't mind, I might wish to keep these as a wedding night keepsake."

"What?" Sansa cried as Jon pushed her down gently, his hands feeling their way up her shift and removing her beautiful new lace smallclothes, which she had made especially for that night.