Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

15. What is My Vagina? A Portal

Jon was perfect. Selma wasnt being dramatic. He really was perfect. He sent a wink her way and she got up from rickons bedside.

"Hows our little man?"

"Man is a good word for him. Its still hard to believe how much he grew." Selma agreed.

"What did the maester say?"

"He will survive but he needs his rest or else he will likely pull a stitch and start bleeding again. We got lucky."

"Our luck is looking up." Jon decided.

"Seems so... so, lets talk about us."

"Us?"

"Dont toy with me. well not this kind of toying. Im sure i would enjoy a different kind." Selma admitted. Jon blushed. "You are supposed to be making me blush." Selma instructed

"Sorry. You are just to irresistible."

"Good then stop resisting me." Selma agreed.

Jon had to stop resisting her, he knew it. She wouldnt let up, she rarely gave up, it was part of her dramatics to get what she wanted and she had wanted Jon since she was a child.

She wasnt a child anymore.

He didnt know if he was willing to taint her. He wanted to but there was no turning back.

Then he penetrates me with his cock. No, that doesn't sound right. He positions his tip at my entrance and slides inside.

"Entrance? What is my vagina, a portal?" Selma muttered. He thrusts his shaft inside me and we cry out in pleasure as we embark on a journey of pure ecstasy. "This is hopess." Selma decided "This is hopeless." Jon chuckled

"What are you doing?"

"Imaging how you might love me". She answered. Jon swallowed the lump building in his throat.

"If it makes you feel better we can be married first. I would marry you today." Selma assured.

He rolled her into the bed his lean body pressing into selma as he kissed her senseless.

This was the kind of love she was waiting for

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Morning came and selma was sore in the best possible way. She still felt jon wrapped around her.

Closing her eyes she drifted back to sleep in a happy haze but waking again she was alone. Disappointment filled her. She wanted to do that again and again and again and memorize every inch of his scarred chest. But a surprise waited for her.

"Three red roses." Selma whispered getting up. "Where did he find red roses in winterfell? My favorite. "

She crouched down and snatched the card beside it.

-Red is officially my new favorite color. And you're my new favorite flavor. —Jon

"Oh my heavens." Selma fanned herself with the card. He had said last night that her face flushed red as she came on his tongue.  "Heavens." She repeated.

"I want every northern maester to scour their records for any mention of dragonglass. Dragonglass kills white walkers. It's more valuable to us now than gold. We need to find it, we need to mine it, we need to make weapons from it. Everyone aged 10 to 60 will drill daily with spears, pikes, bow and arrow." Jon remarked standing at the high table, a place he was never allowed to be at before. He hadnt wanted to leave selma he wanted to spend the morning with her but work had to be done.

"It's about time we taught these boys of summer how to fight." Robett agreed.

"Not just the boys." Jon cut in as the men laughed.  Brienne looked to Jon with pride, he understood women could fight as well. "We can't defend the North if only half the population is fighting." Selma smiled as she opened the door. Jon could help teach selma how to fight personally. His hands all over her.