elizabeth

His breath came in short gasps as he looked up at you, he reached up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone.

"I do... I want everything," he whispered hoarsely. "But I've never... I'm not sure how..."

He gestured vaguely to his body, uncertainty and self-consciousness written across his features. As a bastard, he'd always felt like less than a man. And now, faced with the prospect of making love to you, his inexperience loomed large.

"But with you..." he said softly, conviction creeping into his tone. "I want to try.."

“It’s okay…” you immediately caressed his curls softly, making him follow your touch like a needy puppy. “I’ll talk you through it. Tell me what you want to do”

His hands trembled slightly as he began to undo the laces of your dress, fingers clumsy with anticipation.

"I want to see you" he murmured, peeling the fabric aside to reveal the swell of your breasts encased in delicate lace. His gaze drank in the sight, pupils dilating with arousal.

Slowly, reverently, he trailed a finger along the valley between your breasts, feeling the warmth of your skin. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to the hollow of your throat, inhaling your scent.

"I want to taste you" he said, looking up at you. “Please?” Did that mean he wanted to kiss you all over your body? No one had never asked you before.

“Of course you can Jon”

His eyes widened at your permission, he swallowed hard, nodding fervently. You took his hands and placed them in your thighs, pulling your own dress up your hips.

He breathed, hands gripping your thighs as he guided them apart. The sight of your bare, glistening cunt made his mouth water. Was that a common thing among the high lords? Probably not. Did he want to do it so badly? Yes.

With a shaky hand, he pushed your folds open, exposing your most intimate flesh to his gaze. He leaned, diving his head between your thighs as you layed back in his bed. He inhaled deeply, savoring your heady aroma before leaning in to run his tongue along your slick slit.

“Jon..what are you..?”

"Mmmm..." he groaned, the flavor of your essence exploding on his taste buds. He delved deeper, lapping at your clit and probing your entrance with the tip of his tongue, losing himself in the velvety heat of your cunt. Thanks to Robb and Theon for telling him about the small button that ‘makes the ladies scream’ because so it did.

Encouraged by your moans, Jon increased the pace of his tongue's movements, flicking rapidly against your sensitive clit while thrusting it inside your welcoming depths. He could feel you trembling beneath him, hear your ragged breathing. He started grinding his hips so hard against the bed that he was moaning in your cunt.

Wanting to give you even more pleasure—and being so pussydrunk—he slid a finger alongside his tongue, gently circling your entrance before pushing it inside you. He curled it slightly, again, thank Robb and Theon for that one.

"You’re so beautiful" he urged, nipping lightly at your thigh as he continued his ministrations. His free hand reached up to fondle your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers as he savored your sweet flavors.

“Gods~ Jon!”

The sound of your climax sent a thrill through him, spurring him on as he devoured your quivering sex. He lapped at your juices greedily, prolonging your pleasure until you finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting and spent.

Still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm, Jon slowly withdrew his tongue and finger, licking them clean of your essence. He crawled up your body, pressing tender kisses along your inner thighs, hips, and stomach.

“Jon where did you learn that”

He chuckled, kissing your tummy softly.

“Just err…some things my brothers told me”

"You're incredible” you whispered, reaching his lips to claim a deep kiss. His hardness throbbed against you, begging for release, but he held back, savoring the moment.

"I want to be inside you, please" he confessed, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. "please, please can i?"

“Aww Jon… do you think i would’ve let you do these things if i didn’t want you inside me?”

He whimpered at your words and overwhelmed with the emotion, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss again, pouring all his love and longing into it. As you broke apart, he positioned himself between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging your entrance.

"I love you” he whispered fiercely, his eyes searching yours for permission and reassurance. "Please tell me if this is okay."

You nodded, nervous yourself for what was about to happen. But Jon, with the same nervous smile, made you calm.

With a gentle push, he slowly sank into your warmth, savoring each delicious inch as he filled you completely. He paused when he was fully sheathed, waiting for your permission to continue.

"Yer’ s’perfect my lady” he breathed, then began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained before sliding back in. You felt so good around him. So hot and tight for him, it felt a thousand times better than when he felt you grind on top of him.

You felt the sly burn in your insides, adjusting to his length was harder than you expected.

“Mmm Jon…wait..”

Jon's brow furrowed with concern at your words, fearing he might be hurting you. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his beautiful lady. He stilled his movements, hovering over you with a worried expression.

"Are you alright? Am I hurting you?" he asked softly, his hands coming up to cradle your face tenderly. "M’so sorry my lady. We don't have to continue."

Despite the ache in his loins—and cock—urging him to keep moving, he held back, focusing solely on your wellbeing.

"Please talk to me, m’lady.“

After a few seconds of adjusting to his size, you gently nipped his arm. “You can move now Jon”

Relieved that you were okay, Jon smiled softly at you, his gray eyes were shining with tenderness and barely restrained passion. He began to move again, starting with shallow thrusts to allow your body to accommodate his size.

"You feel so good, m’lady ” he murmured, his sounds coming out like whimpers.

One hand slid under your knee, lifting your leg higher to change the angle of penetration. The new position allowed him to reach even deeper, grazing that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

"Gods I can’t…" he breathed, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. His tongue danced with yours sensually as he continued his rhythm, the wet—and obscene—sounds of your coupling filling the room.

“Jon…m’gonna—Gods”

Feeling you tense and quiver beneath him, Jon redoubled his efforts, thrusting deeper and faster as he sensed your impending climax. Your walls were squeezing him so heavenly some tears rolled down his precious eyes.

"M’… m’lady! " he urged, sweat beaded on his brow as he chased his own release, determined to make this moment perfect. Make him believe he deserved it. He deserved you.

Suddenly, he felt your walls clamp down around him, fluttering wildly as your orgasm crashed over you.

He cried out, burying his face in your neck as his own peak hit. He pulled back immediately, jerking himself off in your tummy. His hips jerked erratically as he spilled himself in you.

“M’so sorry…” he breathed hard, cheeks in an intense shade of red. “I’ll clean you my lady..”

You stopped him, wanting to savor the moment with him for a few seconds. He collapsed beside you, pulling you close and tucking your head under his chin. He pressed soft kisses to your hair.

"I can’t believe you let me do that" he murmured, "Thank you, Gods, thank you."

He ran a gentle hand down your side, marveling at the softness of your skin.

“I’m not a religious man, lady Catelyn never let me in the sept… but if there are Gods up there, they definitely blessed me with you”

You let out a shaky breath, smiling.

“Jon….i love you too”

He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head, your cheeks, your lips. All so tenderly that made you forget the fact he could never be your husband. Not while he was a man of the Night’s Watch.

“Can we…can we do that again?”

The sheets twisted around Wanda's fingers, her knuckles white as she gripped the fabric. Three weeks. Three agonizing weeks of late nights, missed dinners, and you crawling into bed long after she had fallen asleep. Tonight was different. Tonight, she waited.

The bedroom door clicked open.

"You're still awake." Your voice cracked.

You paused in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light. "I thought you'd be asleep by now. It's almost midnight."

"I couldn't." Wanda sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist. "I've been lying here for hours. Waiting."

A soft sigh. The door closed with a quiet snick, plunging you into darkness save for the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Wanda's eyes had adjusted long ago. She always could make out every detail, the tired slope of shoulders, the way you head tilted slightly to the left when you were trying to figure out what to say.

"Wanda—"

"Please." The word escaped before she could stop it. "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that I'm okay with you coming to bed when I'm already asleep. That I'm okay with goodnight kisses that barely happen."

You moved closer, perching on the edge of the mattress. This close, Wanda could smell the faint trace of your jasmine perfume, the subtle undertone of exhaustion. "I know. I'm sorry. Work has been—"

"I don't care about work." Wanda shifted closer, her hand finding your thigh. The touch was electric after so long without.

"I care about you. About us. I miss you." Her voice dropped, vulnerability bleeding through. "I miss the way you look at me. The way you touch me. I need you to want me again."

"Want you?" A soft laugh, almost disbelieving. "Wanda, I've wanted you every single day. I've just been too exhausted to do anything about it."

"Then let me."

Wanda didn't wait for permission. She slid her hand higher, fingers tracing the seam of your jeans. The sharp intake of breath above you was answer enough. She shifted onto her knees, pressing closer, her lips finding the curve of your neck.

"I've thought about this” she murmured against warm skin. "Every night. Lying next to you, wanting to wake you up. Wanting to beg you to touch me."

A hand threaded through Wanda's hair, tugging gently. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I'm a coward." Her teeth grazed earlobe. "Because I thought maybe you didn't want me anymore."

"Baby." The word came out rough, strained. "I've always wanted you. Even when I'm falling asleep mid-sentence. Even when I'm too tired to keep my eyes open."

Wanda pulled back, meeting your gaze. "Show me."

The kiss that followed was anything but gentle. Your mouths collided, desperate and hungry, three weeks of separation collapsing into a single moment. Wanda's fingers fumbled with buttons, pushing fabric aside, desperate for skin. You responded in kind, pulling at Wanda's shirt, her movements growing more frantic.

"Need you” Wanda gasped between kisses.

"Please. I need—"

"I know. I've got you."

Clothes fell away like shed skin until there was only underwear between you. Wanda pushed you onto your back, trailing kisses down your body. She worshipped every inch of exposed flesh, her tongue tracing patterns across your collarbones, between your breasts, over the plane of your stomach.

"You're overdressed," you murmured.

Wanda laughed, breathless. "So are you."

A few more movements, and you were both bare, moonlight painting your bodies in silver and shadow. Wanda settled between tour thighs, looking up the length of your body with reverence.

"I've dreamed about this." She pressed a kiss to one inner thigh. "About tasting you." Another kiss, higher. "About making you fall apart."

"Wanda—"

"Let me."

She didn't wait for an answer. Her mouth found your dripping cunt, and the sound that filled the room was filthy. Wanda took her time despite her own desperation, licking every fold and crease with her tongue. Your fingers tangled in her hair, tightening with each stroke.

"Fuck…baby.."

Wanda had no intention of stopping. She traced slow circles in your clit, varying pressure and speed, reading every reaction like a map. Your hips began to move, rolling against Wanda's mouth, chasing pleasure.

"I could stay here forever." She said teasingly.

"Don't—" A gasp. "Don't you dare—I can’t.."

Wanda smiled against you, then sealed her lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked. The sound you made was indecent. Wanda repeated the motion, adding the gentle scrape of teeth, and watched as you as your back arched off the mattress.

"Close. I'm—"

Wanda doubled her efforts, desperate to make you cum. She wanted to feel it, wanted to taste it, wanted to know that she could still do this to the woman she loved.

You came apart with a cry, Wanda's name on your lips like a prayer. But she wasn't done. Her own need had become unbearable, an ache that demanded attention. She crawled back up your body, pressing mouths together in a messy kiss.

"I need more," she whispered against your lips. "I need you."

"What do you need baby?"

She moved, legs intertwining, cunts pressing against each other. The friction was electric. Wanda gasped at the contact, her hips stuttering forward. You met her movements, and found a rhythm, desperate, uncoordinated, and absolutely perfect.

"Look at me” you commanded.

Wanda obeyed, meeting your gaze as she rocked her hips against you desperately. The intimacy of it struck her, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

"I love you" she choked out. "I love you so much."

"I know." Your hands cupped Wanda's face. "I love you too. I'm sorry I made you doubt that."

Wanda increased her pace, the pressure building in her wet cunt. "Don't stop. Please don't—"

"Never. I'm never stopping."

Your bodies moved faster, grinding together in need and want. Wanda could feel you getting close again, could feel her own release approaching like a wave about to crash.

"Together” she pleaded. "Cum with me."

You pulled her down for a kiss, and that was all it took. You shattered together, bodies tensing and legs shaking together.

As you came down, collapsing into each other's arms, Wanda pressed her face into your neck. Her breathing was ragged, her body was trembling with aftershocks.

"Stay," she whispered. "When you wake up tomorrow, still be here."

"Always."