Snowcastles

Grand Opening

Sansa felt movement next to her in the bed when Jon shifted. A grey light was starting to illuminate the large room of the guest house at the Barrow Kings Hotel. Untangling herself from Jon's arms, she got out of the bed to close the blinds. She stood for a moment looking out at the rolling hills in the distance. It had snowed last night, a light spring snow dusting the hills. 

Sliding back into the bed, she was careful not to wake Jon. He slept so little as it was. When he did sleep she knew he was haunted by wolf dreams. They had let the giant direwolf out to roam when they came back from the dinner with Lady Dustin. It didn't look as if Ghost had returned. 'He'll be back' she thought. 'That wolf always comes back.'

She pulled Jon's muscled arms around her waist. He had come to bed in only his boxers while she wore an oversized white t-shirt. Perhaps, they shouldn't sleep like this. 'They weren't Targaryens or Lannisters.' Younger people were more accepting of relationships between siblings especially half-siblings. Still, their supporters would say it was too progressive, too strange, too risky. And the dragon queen...she had eyes for Jon in the past. Sansa thought they should not lay like this. If anyone found out they would use it against them. But she had been so alone for so very long. The months spent as Cersei's prisoner in King's Landing had been cold. Even before that, Jon had been away leading their armies against the Night King further North. Arya and Bran had rarely responded to her hugs. Jon would, Jon always would hug her. She had missed him desperately when she was locked up. 

Closing her eyes she tried not to think of her time at the center. Memories came back to her at unexpected moments, in the middle of dinner or when driving down a winding road. Yet, the one memory she wanted, the one of the night she escaped, the one where Cersei died would not come. She burrowed deeper into the bedding, into Jon's arms. 

Jon murmured in his sleep, rolling closer to her. His arms holding her tighter, his scratchy beard tickling the back of her neck. Sansa shifted and Jon moved with her, pressing into her back. His manhood was hard. It stirred something between her legs. She resisted the urge to turn and nuzzle her face into his hard chest or run her hands through his wavy dark hair. 

"Sansa," he murmured. 

"Yes," she said feeling her body tense. 

"What are we doing," he asked. 

"The room got cooler overnight," she said. 

"Some hotel this is," he grumbled. "I'll keep you warm." Sansa relaxed, 'No one would find out. Hardly anyone knows they are in Barrowton.'  Jon moved his arms down to her hips past where the t-shirt ended and back up again to her waist. She pushed her bum into his crotch just a little. Hearing him groan Sansa smiled.   

A phone vibrated on the nightstand next to her side of the bed. Sansa started to reach for it.

"Ignore it," he told her. His hand going down her hip again. She felt the rough skin of the scars from the burns on his hand when he ran his hand down her thighs. When his hand went back up again, Jon found his way under the t-shirt. 

"Where are your panties?" he asked.

"Umm.." Sansa tried to think of something to say. The phone vibrated again. 

"No wonder you're cold," he said in the back of her neck. Sansa again went to pick up the phone. Jon reached for her arm to stop her.

"Leave it," he said. Then she could hear Jon's phone vibrate from the other side of the bed with a message notification. 

She rolled over in bed to face him. "Jon, I think someone really wants to get a hold of us," she said. His sleepy grey eyes met hers. 

"I don't care right now," he said. The room phone starting ringing obnoxiously loud.