Sansa and Jeyne: The North Remembers

Sansa is sadly looking down at her bathwater when I enter the room and quickly lock the door behind me.

I watch her instantly freeze with horror. She thinks I'm him, come to rape her for sport before they are married.

Quickly, I take off my helmet and hope against hope, that even with my hair cropped short, she will remember me.

It takes a moment but she does.

“Jeyne?” She stands up in the bath stunned and my eyes widen at the beauty of her now woman's body in front of me. “What---?”

“Shhh...” I walk towards her removing my armour and the clothing beneath, apart from my smallclothes, “I'll never let him make you a woman. Not while I still have strength in my body.”

“No... “She protests as I step into the bath and kiss her softly, sweetly, “We shouldn't... Someone will...”

“Sansa, I loosed Ramsay's bitches,” I explain kissing her again, “He'll be gone for hours now trying to catch them.”

“If he finds out he'll kill you for this!” She panics and tries to push me away but I hold onto her fast, gently comforting her in my arms.

Sansa rests her head upon my shoulder and weeps. She weeps for her family, her life and her beloved Winterfell now resting in Bolton hands.

“You are worth dying for.” I raise her head, kiss away her tears and claim her lips in a gentle kiss that this time she returns in kind.

“Jeyne, I want---” She pulls back with a gaze so full of love that it melts my heart and slowly kissing a trail down her body, I go to my knees in the bath before her.

Sansa is trembling as I look up at her and smile. “I won't hurt you,” I say softly, tenderly kissing the outer parts of her thighs before I kiss her there too.

Immediately, I am rewarded with a soft moan and the rising of her hips, so I kiss her there again before taking her fully into my mouth.

Sansa, watches me, her hands moving into my hair and gently caressing it before she closes her eyes, giving into her awakening pleasure.

She is so wet and tastes so sweet that I want more. I carefully thrust the tip of my tongue inside her, she is so tight right now that to even attempt anything else would be painful and I never want to hurt her. Ever.

But to my surprise, Sansa suddenly cries out my name and begins passionately riding the tip of my tongue. Her tightness slowly begins to relax at my touch but I go no further inside her and allow her to find her own pace.

When she is eventually relaxed enough and riding my tongue with pure pleasure, I gently swirl it inside her, careful not to break her maidenhead. Not yet.

“Oh Jeyne!” She moans loudly, her body beginning to tremble, “Its too much! Its too much!” She bites her lip and screams with joy as her first ever orgasm hits her fast and hard.

I drink her release down, all of it and then slide up her body to her hold her in my arms as she calms. Eventually, Sansa opens her eyes and looks at me, her eyes shining with tears.

“My sweet Jeyne,” She murmurs softly, taking one of my hands and kissing the fingertips softly before guiding it down to her womanhood, “Touch me as you did once before, before we were separated. We never did get to finish.”

“Sansa, I don't---” She steals my words with a kiss and grasps my wrist hard as my fingers move quickly against her womanhood of their own free will.

“You did this once during a terrible storm. Don't you remember?” Sansa gasps against my lips and tightens her grip on my wrist, she is close again, “I remember it every night in my dreams.”

“How does the dream end my love?” I ask, moving my fingers harder, faster until her hips began moving against my hand.

One of her hands falls into my lap, moves beneath my smallclothes and unexpectedly brushes against the rather lifelike toy of a man parts I've been wearing to disguise myself.

Sansa looks down at the toy and caresses it slowly with her hand, smiling when I suddenly groan at her touch. “So, it really is like a part of you? She asks stepping out of the bath, pulling back the covers and climbing into her bed.

All I can do is nod as she holds out a hand to me, waits for me to join her and pulls me into the bed beside her. Her lips are on mine immediately, kissing me softly, sweetly and I move on top of her, kissing her everywhere as she opens her legs to me.

“Jeyne,” She moans, as my lips find hers again, “Make love to me now.”

“Are you sure?” I ask softly kissing her lips and she nods happily, wrapping her legs around my own.

I reach down, start using the toy to tease her opening until she quickens to my touch once more and enter her slowly, gently, setting a tender pace. Slowly, I allow her to get used to the feel of the toy inside her and then begin going deeper with every thrust. She moans softly beneath me, her eyes closed and her hands moving up and down the small of my back.

“Oh Jeyne!” Sansa cries out as I break her maidenhead, gripping the furs tightly. “I love you.”

“Sansa,” I groan quietly as I suddenly fill her completely, no longer holding back and take her with a furious passion I have never felt before with anyone else.“I love you so much.”

“My sweet Jeyne.” She opens her eyes and looks at me, her eyes shining with love as her body slowly starts moving against my own. I turn over so that she is on top, raise myself up to kiss her passionately and move in unison with her.

Afterwards, we lay side by side, breathing hard and covered in a fine sheen of sweat as our bodies calm.

“Jeyne” Sansa turns to me with a smile, “Take me away from here. Far away.”

“But this is Winterfell. This is your home?” I rise from the bed and start gathering my clothing. She does the same for a moment and then turns to me.

“Take me away, help me raise an army and together we can retake our home.” She says as she starts to dress again then smiles, “Until that day comes, my home is you.”

At that, we are in each others arms again and fall upon the bed.

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Eventually, when the sun rises, Ramsay Bolton comes to claim his bride. But she is gone and the room deserted.

The furs are pulled back on the bed to reveal the stain of her maidens blood and a message:

The North Remembers.