Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow

30. Arsenal

"We got what we wanted and yet she is mad. Like she wanted cersei to say no". Selma realized on the ride back. "Cersei is a smart woman, believe it or not."

"The north is free, thats what I care about." Jon assured as he dismounted and moved to help Selma down before moving to his siblings. Bran sat front and center, Selma ran to him. 

"Look at you kid! A little man!" Selma kissed his face all over. 

While they prepared for the war, getting the dragon glass made and the men and women prepared Selma hugged her younger siblings asking Rickon how he liked being ruler until Bran came.

"Bran said he can't be lord of Winterfell because he's a bird now." Rickon corrected. Bran smiled back at her.

"Okay." She agreed slowly.

Daenerys hated that Jon didn't bend, hated that her dragons seemed to like him. Hated that Selma Stark held power when it was Daenerys that the people should have bowed down to. But she was the lady of Winterfell once again. Daenerys sent trusted dothraki and unsullied to kill cersei while they delt with the white walkers. But cersei had the same thought. Sending her men north, she sent jaime with them. To Kill the dragon and end this before the war was done.

"It's weird being back." Jon admitted. 

"I'm glad to be home." Selma countered taking off her jewelry and placing it on the dresser in a little bowl Bran had made for her when he was little. It was weird, all the time that had passed and he wasnt that little boy anymore, but a young man.  

"Selma, I know its been a long few days but..." His voice was full of desire as he gazed down at her. He was direct, she would give him that and she liked his directness. She nodded, digging her fingers into the muscle of his arm. "You are not too tired?" Selma's breath caught in her throat. She licked her lips.

"Never for you."

His lips claimed hers again before returning to her neck. Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging as he trailed his lips lower. He kissed every part of her neck as the hand in her hair slid down to cup her breast. She arched into his touch as she gasped.

Selma writhed beneath him, her body begging to be touched. The spreading heat that engulfed her pooled at the most intimate part of her. He untied her dress and pulled it down over her hips and she kicked it away. He lowered his mouth to her breast, taking the taut peak into his mouth and sucking gently. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to soothe the ache that had developed there.

Pleasure filled her, coursing through her like lightning, with every caress of his tongue on her breast.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them open as he settled between them. He rolled his hips and the feel of his excitement against her core made her moan as she raked a hand down his back. He bit down on her nipple gently and the lightning surged stronger inside her. Selma opened her mouth to beg him for more, to beg him for everything, when a flash of light illuminated from outside the door. A throat clearing yanked Selma out of her lust-filled haze as Jon rolled off her and yanked the blanket to her chin.

Selma's heart thumped erratically as the curtains in the wind, and they were left in the candlelit darkness once more. Jon's laughter shocked her senses and pulled her back into the present. 

"Why are you laughing?" she demanded. The deep rumble of his laughter continued as she pulled the blanket over her face and let out a mortified groan. Jon's laugh was infectious.

Selma removed the blanket from her head and met his gaze.

"Why are we hiding?" Jon asked. 

"I dont know..." she admitted feeling like they were teenagers going to get caught from their father. "Keep kissing me." 

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"Okay so where do I stand?" Selma asked.

"What?" Jon countered.

"For the war". Selma clarified.

"Oh selma. You remember the last time I tried to train you?" Jon countered

"It ended quickly and with you kissing me"  Selma agreed. 

"Yeah. So..." Jon urged.

"I liked it a lot" Selma agreed.

"You are not fighting in this war selma". Jon corrected.

"But I want to help."

"You and rickon will be safe. You protect him..."

"But-"

"Selma, please." he kissed her gently. "I can't lose you."

"Okay... where am I going then?"

Jon told her and he should have expected drama to ensue.

"I dont want to go into the crypts with all the dead bodies." Selma countered

"Its safer Davos assured." Jon countered.

"And tyrion apparently, whom you hate." Selma added. "Dont put me down there with the bodies of the dead. I will be joining them if you do!" She warned

"Dont be so dramatic."

"Its in my arsenal to be dramatic."