Northern Conqueror

Chapter 37: Kiss And Tell

Chapter 37: Kiss And Tell

Even when they rode to war she couldn't truly say Jon had over prepared, yet Sansa was sure that was the explanation. That or the fact it was so little that she barely noticed the pain while focused on everything else. The way Jon looked at her, the way her felt inside her, the noises he made when she moved in certain ways. If there was pain she hadn't noticed and didn't remember, but she would never forget to feeling of them coming together as shadows danced across the wall or how content she felt laying beside him, hearing his heart beat, drawing as much warm from him as she did the furs around them.

She woke to find him sat on a chair, pulling on his boots and wearing the clothes she'd brought for him. A glance to the window told her the sun had only just started to rise.

Once he finished lacing his boots Jon walked back to the bed, pressing a hand into the mattress as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Sleep, love."

Grabbing his hand, she tugged his arm. "Not yet."

"I need to meet Gendry," he said regretfully, brushing a hand through her hair. When she pouted he gave her a kiss and smiled. "Sleep. Your king commands it."

"Mm... I'll try," she said laying her head back on her pillow.

"You want me to relight the fire?" He asked motioning to the heart as he slid his old jerkin over the newer clothes.

Shaking her head, she pulled the blankets around her, watching him adjust the jerkin and put on his cloak, the same one she'd made him in Castle Black. Once he was done he adjusted it all and rolled his shoulders quickly before turning to Sansa. She answered his questioning gaze with a smile. "Very handsome."

Jon rolled his eyes, accepting the answer and flashing her a smile before he left the room.

Even with the faded ache between her legs she felt content, curling into her furs, beaming at the lingering warmth and scent of him. She would have been happy laying there for the day, but soon the maids came and where at first they tried to be quiet, she sat up and went about her morning routine.

Sansa bit her lip, fighting off a swirl of embarrassment and humor when one of the maids gasped while going to make the bed. Without a word, the woman went about replacing the sheet, but Sansa doubted it would stay a secret through the day.

Of course she should have expected Daenerys to sit beside her as they broke fast. "So," the violet eyed woman said with a grin. "How was it?" Either to make sure her meaning was clear, or to torment the clearly embarrassed Sansa, Daenerys asked, "How was he?"

Thankfully the only other person at the high table was Missandei, who was sat with Gray Worm. Taking a breath she looked to Daenerys and decided to be honest. Their openness about her had kept her from feeling jealous knowing Jon had kissed Daenerys, maybe Daenerys would need the same from them.

"It was..." She tried to think of the right word. She didn't want to oversell it or sound childish, but she didn't want to downplay it either.

"That bad?" Daenerys teased.

"No," Sansa scoffed. "Far from it."

Daenerys' brow rose. "Really? It was your first time, wasn't it?"

Sansa nodded. "I always heard it hurt and expected it to be awful, but it was amazing. It was fun."

Daenerys wore an odd, solemn smile. "I'm glad. My first time was... not enjoyable in the least. I thought it would be like that every time, but then one of my handmaidens, a slave from Lys, helped me learn how I could... take control."