Until the Seven Hells Freeze Over

Chapter 12- Love

A/N: And now, the chapter you've all been waiting for.....hehehehe

The kiss started off gentle; he cradled your face in his hands as if you were made of glass.

You waited for the fear to come. The flashbacks. The memories of when a man's lips had last been on your own. Timothy had kissed you once before the attack. It had been brief and without feeling, but not offensive. You didn't feel a flutter in your heart, or a warming in your cheeks. So you assumed that all kisses must feel like that. Neutral. Indifferent.

You were wrong.

When Jon Snow's lips met yours, your eyes fluttered shut and fireworks immediately exploded in your vision. You saw a myriad of colors-pink, purple, orange. Your body came to life like it had been zapped with electricity. Your fingers and toes tingled, and your core blazed with heat.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands went from holding your face to gripping your waist, pulling you closer towards him. The movement was gentle, tender, and you melted into him, parting your lips to let the kiss deepen.

His tongue entered your mouth, and you waited a split second for the fear again. During the attack, Timothy's tongue had been so aggressive and forceful that it made you gag. But this...you could see now that this was going to be very different. All of this. The experiences were incomparable. So as far as you were concerned, this was your first true kiss.

You threaded your hands through his hair, kissing him back with a growing passion. You explored his mouth with your tongue, holding him close. Your breathing was growing heavier, as was his.

"Oh Gods, Y/N," Jon muttered, his voice husky. "You have no idea how badly I've waited for this."

His lips left yours and trailed down to your neck. The second he kissed your neck, you gasped and tilted your head back to give him access.

"Mmmm..." you mumbled. "That feels so good. Don't stop, please."

You could feel Jon's warm breath as he smiled against the side of your neck. "Yes, my lady," he whispered, before kissing your neck again, gently nipping and then sucking your skin. It brought a brief flash of pain, before melting into something sweet, something addictive.

A low, soft moan escaped your lips as the sensation intensified. Your body was flush against his, and the second after you moaned, you felt something poke you in your pelvic region.

You opened your eyes, and pulled away just enough to look down. Jon was hard against you. He stopped kissing your neck, followed your gaze downward, then looked you in your eyes, his gaze tender and hungry all at once.

"Y/N," he whispered. "I want to make love to you."

You looked up at him, your heart racing. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to make love to him, too. You'd wanted it for a while now.

But you also wondered what would happen during it, if you would suddenly have a flashback to Timothy's rough, violent hands on you and lose your composure.

As if he could read your mind, Jon reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear. "I'll take care of you," he whispered. "I promise. I'm going to kiss you on all the places where he hurt you and treat you like the princess you are."

With one final look into his eyes, feeling his hands on your waist, holding you close, you made the decision to go after what you wanted, for once in your life. You deserved that much.

"Okay," you whispered. "I trust you."

He grinned. "Let's get you on the bed, beautiful girl."

In one swift movement, he swept you off your feet and held you in his arms. You let out a combination of a shriek and a giggle as he picked you up and carried you over to the bed, laying you gently down.