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Waking up in Jon’s arms was a surreal experience to Sansa.
It’d never happened before.
Every night they spent as husband and wife ended politely with them taking care of cleaning themselves, then turning to opposite sides and falling asleep.
Not to say that Sansa hadn’t dreamt of waking up just like this; so tangled up in Jon she had a hard time telling where she ended and he started.
She could feel every inch of him pressed against her naked skin, his breath fanning her neck, his arm like a steel bar around her waist and another part of him that seemed quite awake.
For a minute, Sansa wondered if this was a dream. Was she still asleep, dreaming of things that would never happen?
Had everything been a dream? How he’d kissed her? How he took her?
The way he’d said she always had him?
He really said that, didn’t he?
What did this mean exactly? Should she hope he loved her like she did him?
Did she dare hope for so much?
She felt Jon stirring behind her, pulling her body impossibly closer, his lips pressing against her skin.
“Jon?” She called softly.
“Aye, my love?” He answered sleepily.
Sansa’s heart almost skipped a beat, but she needed to keep calm to talk to him. She needed to know exactly what he felt.
There was a part of her that wanted to put some distance between them, that was embarrassed about being naked in the daylight like this. It was the same part that couldn’t believe she’d jumped on him like that the night before.
However, her body was being kind enough to remember her how great that had been.
Sansa wasn’t a woman to hide behind a few glasses of wine. If she was brave to make love to Jon with all the candles lit, she was brave enough to look at him in the morning.
She moved her body, intent on turning to face him. For a second, Jon’s hold on her got tighter -like he didn’t want her to get away -but eventually he realized what she was actually trying to do so he gave her enough space to move.
As soon as she’d turned and was facing him, Jon pulled her against his body again. He grabbed her leg and threw it over his waist, their lowered bodies pressed against each other in a manner that left Sansa no doubt how hard he was -not that she had that particular doubt before.
He made no move to enter her, though. He only hid his face on her neck and breathed her in.
Jon was a cuddler. She couldn’t believe she was only learning that then.
“Jon? I think we need to talk.” She called gently.
Jon’s shoulders shook and Sansa realized he was chuckling. “I’m really bad at that.”
Sansa let out a relieved laughter. “I know.”
Jon finally raised his head, so he could look into her eyes. His hand came up and he caressed her face. “You are so beautiful you take my breath away.”
Sansa’s heart was beating insanely inside her chest. Her lips became dry in her nervousness, her fear of hoping.
“I… I think you’re quite good with words.” She finally said, making Jon sigh.
“No. If I were I could have done this before.” He took a deep breath in. “I feel like I'm doing this all wrong. I had a plan.”
“A plan?”
“Aye.” He probably didn’t notice the amusement in her voice. “I wanted you to have a quiet day, to rest. I was going to bring you back here and let you read and sleep.”
“You wanted me to sleep more?” She frowned.
“I didn’t want you to think…” He took another deep breath in. “I love to touch you. I love your taste in my mouth, your moans in my ears and your body on mine. I love the nights we spend together, but it’s not only that. I love much more than that. Your mind, your eyes, your heart… Sansa, I love all of you. I love you.”
Once again, Sansa feared she was dreaming. It was beyond her greediest wishes to have Jon loving her like this. She didn’t doubt his words, because Jon wasn’t a man who would say things he didn’t mean, and yet…
This couldn’t be real.
“Sansa? Have I spoken…"
“I…” She couldn’t control the tears that were falling. “I needed this so much. You, your love. But I was so scared, so…”
“Sansa.” He called softly, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “I was afraid too. I think I still am. So many things happened, so much was lost…”
“I love you too.” She whispered to him, eyes closed. “So much.”
Jon let out a relieved sigh. “I want us to promise to believe we deserve this. You know how stubborn I am, so you’ll need to remind me.”
“I will.” She promised with a watery chuckle. “I’ll try to remember it too, since I tend to always expect the worst.”
Jon dropped another kiss to her forehead, then one to the tip of her nose, and finally a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Thank you for loving me.” He told her honestly.
She pressed her lips harder to his. Jon was already pushing the sheet covering them away, rolling Sansa to her back, when someone knocked on the door.
Loudly.
“Don’t stop whatever you two are doing.” Arya’s voice came clearly from the other side. She was almost yelling. “We’ve decided that you two deserve to rest today. You are forbidden from coming out of the room. If Jon was smart enough to tell you he loves you, Sansa. If he didn’t, now you know. Enjoy the day and we’ll never talk about this again.”
Jon and Sansa -who’d frozen when they’d heard the knocking -burst into laughter.
“They are going to spoil us like this.” Sansa commented.
“Please, this is our last chance for the next ten years, I think.” He grinned at her. “Let us enjoy it before they change their minds.”
Sansa didn’t think any of them would change their minds, but it didn’t stop her from enjoying the day greatly.