Game of Thrones, 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

VII. THEON GREYJOY (1)

No spoilers.

This one's a bit uneventful in the sexual department in the beginning so bare with me here. I do have some jealousy and finger-fûcking stored for you at the end ;)

The twin sister of Robb Stark is forced to confront the man she slept with because he just so happens to be her brother's best friend.

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I felt sick. Not in the way where I'd need to turn to the side and spill all the contents of my stomach, but sick at myself. At what I had just done.

Keeping a careful eye on the sleeping body next to me, I pushed myself upright, holding the sheets to my chest until I had swung my legs down over the bed. The floor was strikingly cool under my bare feet, but that was the least of my problems.

I tipped my head back and looked at Theon from where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Only the back of his curly head was visible, but I knew he was sound asleep. It was safe to let the sheets drop from my body-again, this was the least of my problems.

I stood shakily on my legs. Cool air hit my lady parts and it was only then when I felt the moisture between my legs, a mixture of his juices and mine.

My stomach turned and I quickly diverted my attention to finding my clothes before I could empty my dinner at my own feet. The last thing I needed right now was Theon waking up to the scene of a naked me retching all over the place.

The moon light seeping through the window helped me dress and eventually helped me come upon the dark blotches staining the bedsheets. I traced around the drops, knowing well that under candlelight, it would appear red.

This was my worst problem. I was no longer a virgin, and it had been Theon whom I had let take my purity.

The next morning, I cooped myself in my room where I had been intent on faking being ill for the day. I couldn't face Theon just yet. Not when the only thing I could say to him now if I confronted him was, 'I don't love you the way you love me'. There was no way I could bring myself to break his heart like that. It had been a stupid mistake on my part knowing how smitten he was for me. I had taken advantage of this and slept with him last night since not for the very first time in my life, I craved a man's touch. It had been, however, the first time I had actually received it.

When my brother, Bran was born into the world, one look into his big brown eyes and I promised myself that I would do anything for him. This was why I found myself accompanying him to witness his first ever execution that very morning no matter how "ill" I was. I knew Robb was going to be there and where Robb goes, Theon follows.

"Jon will be there too." Bran provided me as if that was any consolation. He had been ecstatic when I'd finally agreed to come with him, but he still was a very observant boy. That and it wasn't very difficult to read the look of unwillingness on my face.

"Are you cold?" Just as Bran promised, Jon was there. I met his brown eyes with my own and hesitated answering for a moment. He took my lack of response as a yes and started shrugging off his furs.

"Oh, Jon, you don't have to-"

"Robb told me you're falling ill. You don't want to make it worse." He held it out for me to take but I shook my head.