Dark Sister, Dark Nights

Fetch me a needle

Sansa

Sansa shut her brother Bran's door leaning her forehead against it. Bran had seen Jon arrive at White Harbor in his visions. He would be home in two sen weeks, less if the weather held out. Two weeks after nearly four moons. All had changed. 

Bran had returned to Winterfell first from north of the Wall, doing gods knows what. The little boy she could scarcely remember now near a man, unable to walk and speaking of visions she didn't understand. He was the Three-eyed Raven now. But what was that? A seer? A Sorcerer? A God? And then Arya had returned. Even after watching her fight, Sansa did not want to believe her sister was the assassin she claimed to be. Every day she missed Jon, he would understand. He would be so happy to have Bran and Arya back at home. Even his close friend from the Wall, Samwell Tarly had arrived to join the Northern cause. Jon would be so very happy to be with his family and friends. 

At least Lord Baelish was gone. His plots to tear apart her family for his own gain foiled. They had executed him, Sansa, Arya, and Bran.  It was exhausting. Her and Arya had argued for weeks partly in an attempt to trick him and partly because they couldn't help themselves. It was not all for show. Deep inside her, Sansa knew the truth of Arya's anger not just for the past wrongs but for Sansa's closeness to Jon. Sansa blanched to think what Arya would say if she knew how close her and Jon had become. No matter, it'll never happen again. He only desired me because I reminded him of his past love. Our games are finished. Her thoughts brought tears that never fell to her eyes. 

The ravens from Jon came few and far between. When the message claiming he would bend the knee and that Cersei would join their cause arrived, Sansa locked herself in her room for an entire day. Sansa did not want to believe Jon would bend to the dragon queen. And she certainly did not believe for a minute, Cersei had joined their cause. It was Arya who banged on her door telling her to get a hold of herself.  That they had Littlefinger to deal with and the North to rule. It was Lord Baelish who suggested Jon might want to marry the dragon queen. Sansa gladly saw his throat slit the very next day for all his crimes. 

And now Jon would come back bringing this Essosi queen into their home. Sansa returned to her chambers after speaking with Bran. All these troubles made her weary and she wanted to lay down. Ghost had waited for her outside her door. Rubbing his ear, she let him into her chambers. She thought she would just take a short nap as she took off her gown. Climbing into bed in her shift, she pulled the bed furs over her. Ghost curled up near the hearth.

She woke to find that the grey winter sky had turned dark. I must've slept longer than planned. Her dream had been so sweet. Jon was with her, holding her. She smiled to think about it. Closing her eyes, her hand moved down to the space between her legs. It was already moist. She gently rubbed her nub thinking about his naked body standing before her. 'I'm your king, Sansa' he said to her. Yes, your're.' she imagined herself starting to say. Jon, her king, not some warden of the North would not let her finish. Did I say you could speak, he would say. She shook her head. Good, take your gown off and get on your knees, he would say. Her mouth watered imagining Jon commanding her to kneel naked before him. He would walk closer and grab her hair. She would open her mouth for him. He would tell her to put his sword in her mouth. Go slower, hold my balls, he would say. Then he would tell her to go deeper or faster. When she imagined his seed spilling on her chest, she moved her hand faster on her nub reaching her own climax. That's a good Lady, he would say. Yes, my king, my only king, she would respond. And he would promise to punish her later for speaking again. Sansa felt the stickiness between her legs. 

Opening her eyes, she saw that Ghost was sitting upright at the side of her bed staring at her. She pretended to look stern telling him he was a very naughty boy for watching her. He gave her a sad repentant look. Sansa was strict with him and commanded him to go sit in the corner of the room for being so bad. After his punishment, she was kind and petted him again.