Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Tormund

You didn't know what it was about the red-headed wilding that did this to you. With all of the highborn men that you had met, no one had made you act like this. And being a Tully meant that you had met a lot of high born men. 

You were the youngest of your sisters, but now you were on the older end for a woman to still be unwed. You insisted that you didn't need to be wed and your father was fine with it. After he died, your brother was wed to a fray instead of you so that your family wouldn't go down in social status. And you weren't there for the red wedding, as you had learned it to be called, where you nephew, his men, and your sister had been killed. 

After receiving a letter from the Wall from Jon telling you of what Sansa had been going through, you had the few men that were still loyal to you snuck out of the Erie to join him. And that's where you met him, the man with bright red hair, the man who was a wildling. Tormund. 

You didn't know what it was about him that made you react the way you did around him. Whenever he so much as glanced your way, a blush would appear on your face and it was like you lost all sense of balance. You were tripping over nonexistent things coming out of the floor, running into people. It was embarrassing. But talking to him was even worse. 

 When you were actually able to form a full sentence, it wasn't that bad. But that rarely seemed to ever happen. So instead you just said random words that didn't even fit with what the conversation was about. You knew that Sansa was aware of your little crush on him, and you suspected Jon was aware but other than that it seemed like know one knew. 

You sit on the edge of the bed that was in the chambers you had been given, slowly leaning all the way back so you are laying down. You bring a hand up to your temples and start kneading there gently. All the talk of war tactics has been surprisingly tiring for you and now your head is aching. You are about to close your eyes when there is a knock on the door.

"Come in," you call, not bothering to sit up. The door creaks open and the closes quickly, something everyone does here to try to keep the cold out to an extent. 

"What are you doin'?" You would recognize that voice anywhere. You start cursing in your head, mad at yourself for not asking who it was or at the very least sitting up. 

"I'm laying on my bed," you manage to say. Maybe if you aren't looking him you can actually talk in full sentences. 

"Why? Aren't they for sleeping and fucking?"

"Well, yes, but I don't have a chair to sit on and I felt like laying down." You feel the bed dip beside you and you towards it to see him laying down next to you. You quickly turn your head so you are staring straight above you. 

"I could die in this battle."

"You could. Or could die while you sleep. You could die right now. You could really die at any moment." He chuckles. 

"So could you."

"I could. But I hope not. There are still things that I would like to do."

"What things?" A blush starts to spread on your cheeks. 

"Things I haven't done before."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I haven't been to the top of the wall. I haven't spent a whole day just reading. There are a lot of things I haven't done." 

"Have you ever had sex?" You gasp, sitting up and smacking him playfully. 

"That is not an appropriate thing to ask a lady," you say, feigning shock. He grins, wiggling his eyebrows which makes you laugh. You lay down again, a little bit closer to him than before. Your surprised that you haven't made a complete fool out of yourself yet. 

"But you haven't, have you?"

"No. I was under very watchful eyes growing up since me being pure could be the one thing that made a man wed me. But then I got older and refused anyone who offered and my father went with it. And now if Jon loses this battle and the Bolton army comes to the wall I will most likely be raped and then killed."

"Jon will win. He's strong."

"He is. He looks after the ones he loves. Why did you come to my chambers?"

"Want me to leave?" You look over at him to see him staring at you. You shrug your shoulders, biting your bottom lip. In what seems like less than a heartbeat he is on top of you, his arms on either side your head so you can't move. 

"What are you doing?" 

"What do you want me to do?" Your breath hitches as you look up into his eyes. You slowly reach up and place a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

 His lips are on yours so fast that you don't even have time to get a breath. At first, you don't kiss him back, unsure of what to do, but once your body realizes what's happening you start to. He breaks away from you much too soon for your liking, but he starts trailing his lips on your jawline down to your ear. 

"Tell me when ta' stop," he whispers into your ear, his voice laced with lust. You didn't tell him to stop for a while.