Jon Snow Imagines

Snowflakes

Jon lost sight of you in the midst of the battle but he had to push you from his mind and focus on the men attacking him. When he finally found you again you were listening to one of the medics, insisting that your wound was not serious enough for him to worry about.

"Give us the bandages, I'll see to the Lady's wounds." Jon muttered from behind you.

He flinched with pain when you through your arms around him, not caring about the mud and blood soaking into him. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, slowly tugging the sword that you were still clutching.

"I thought I told you to stay with Sansa." Jon muttered lowly.

"I promised to fight with you." You hummed against his chest as he sighed.

"Not even a wilding could keep you in line." He mused as he gently led you inside.

Your attention pulled away from Jon and to Sansa who smiled widely at the sight of you, finding it relieving to see the one person who'd suffered with you these past years.

"You must go with my brother; you have been away from each other to long." Sansa insisted once you'd hugged her. "One of the rooms has been prepared for you."

"Thank you Sansa." Jon said from behind you as she let him lead you away.

The two of you walked to the room Sansa had prepared for the two of you, it seemed odd after so many years away, to be back where you started. You hadn't realised just how much you'd missed Winterfell until you were in the familiar looking room.

Jon ducked out of the room when a handmaiden hurried in, offering you a bath while Jon was told his was waiting. He watched for a moment as you blink in surprise at being treated as you'd once treated Sansa.

He came in not long after, washed and shirtless, small wounds dotted around his torso. He kept his eyes on you, adoration in his eyes as he swallowed and let himself take in the sight he'd used to watch.

"Let me look at those wounds." Jon grunted as he sat at the small table that stood not far from the bed and held a hand out for you.

You stood from the warm water, abandoning the warmth of the fire it was sat in front of, as you hurried towards him. His mouth hung open a little as you let him rest his hands on your waist, his lips softly meeting your skin as he pulled you to stand between his legs.

"Only if you let me look at yours." You mumbled.

"I've had worse." Jon insisted, his eyes falling shut as you traced the scar on his face.

There was a bowl of hot water and clean bandages waiting for you to summon the handmaidens but Jon smiled and pulled it closer to him. Each cut and bruise was tended to, kissed and caressed until your eyes fluttered and you let out a quiet moan.

"I've gone far too long without that sound." John muttered as he kissed the valley between your breasts. "Gone to long without touching you."

You lent down to kiss him and pushed him against the back of the chair, taking your own turn at gently cleaning his wounds. Once you were done he lifted you into his arms, as hand tangling in your hair as he cupped the back of your head.

Once he'd settled you in the soft bed he kissed his way down your neck, trailing all the way down your body, your legs falling apart for him as he pulled you up to him. His mouth met your core and a loud moan rumbled through him making your hips jerk, he thumbed your clit while his tongue teased and swirled, lapping at you until you were whimpering at the slightest touch.

"John...!" You cried out as your body stiffened and spazemed around him.

"I've missed you (Y/N)." He mumbled as he pulled away, a smile spread on his face as he looked down at the mess he'd made.

"And I you." You sighed back contentedly.

"I will never understand what madness mad me vow to never see you again." John hummed as he kissed your neck, suckling softly until he'd satisfied himself with leaving a large bruise.

You smiled up at him, going to answer when his mouth claimed yours and he guided your legs around his waist. There was no silencing the pleasured cries he drew from you; John didn't even bother in fact he didn't care who heard. He was finally home, with you in his arms again.