Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

25. Sun and Snow

Selma felt like a queen with her king atop her. Jon pounded into her as she gripped his back her nails were undoubtedly going to leave a mark.

They werent quiet either.

"I thought Lady Selma was a stark." Gendry said as they sailed up towards the great white north.

"Thats right, the eldest stark." Davos agreed.

"And Jon- king Jon is her brother." Gendry added slowly.

"Bastard brother, yes." Davos agreed not understanding.

"And... they are... like..." Gendry hesitated to say it. "Together?"

"The king has been absolutely smitten with his sister since the moment she returned to him." Davos answered with a shrug.

"But like together... together." Gendry countered.

"I'm afriad i dont understand."

"They are fucking." Gendry whispered.

"Dont be speaking that way about your king." Davos demanded slapping Gendry over the back of the head.

"Ow! They are though."

"Of course they are. They are in love, half siblings or not. Leave them be. Its not our duty to judge or question what the king does in his personal time."

Selmas legs wrapped around Jons as her fingers twisted in his hair. Lips on her neck, her head tipped back eyes rolling with it.

She could get used to this. Maybe they never got to shore. But she would miss Bran and Rickon and Arya. Maybe miss her twin... maybe. But this was heaven. She didnt want to dock. When they did trouble awaited them. Right now on the open seas they were safe. They were happy. They were making all her wildest dreams come true. He stilled inside her and she felt his cock twitch. Unable to pull away with her legs locked around him he filled her and selma hoped for a baby.

When jon lay beside her stroking a hand along her stomach it was like he thought the same. He never wanted to have a bastard of his own. Never wanted that stain upon his child and yet with selma... he wanted a child. He wanted their child.

Selma could have laid in bed like this forever. How jons hands ran through her hair like sand trailing through his fingers. Loose waves falling through his fingers. She hummed into his chest as he massaged her scalp.

When they finally came out for air gendry couldn't stop staring. Davos whacked him over the back of the head.

"Hey Gendry." Selma said as she passed. Gendry nodding looking to king jon and selma pass hand in hand.

"My lady... your grace."

"It's still so cute. Your grace." Selma said as they passed leaning into Jon. He smiled kissing her cheek.

"It's weird." He confirmed. "I don't think i will ever be used to it."

"Well if it's any consolation i like you on your knees for me." Selma whispered spinning into his chest and slapping his firm ass. He was quick to pick her up, legs wrapping tightly around him, fingers fisted his hair pulling his face into hers.

Gendry stared. Davos whacked him again. Selma and Jon might as well have been in their own little world.

"What do you think our future child will look like?" Selma asked as jon rummaged through their food supply for something selma might deem edible. He glanced back at her nearly dropped the crates lid on his hand at her question.

"Are you-"

"One day." She answered. "I hope." She added biting her lip. "I want them to look like you. Your mother must have been beautiful. We both know father wasnt winning any beauty pageants."

"But you could." Jon corrected. "I hope they are perfect like you."

"So you want them to?"

"With you? Of course." Jon agreed. "More than anything i want you. A little minins Selmas running around one day..." his words drifted off.

"After we are wed. They can be stark or snow. Whichever you want." Selma added.

"Stark." Jon assured her. "Never snow."

"Snow is quite a beautiful name. I love the snow. Nearly melted in the south."

Leave it to selma to make Jon smile no matter what.

"Land ho!"

"The wall. Here we come." Jon whispered kissing selmas cheek before handing her an apple. "Bundle up love its about to be a below zero trip." She whined

"Maybe i miss the sun afterall."