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Love and Comfort	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 38907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Leaving his room after getting ready for the day, Jon made his way down the upstairs corridor, pausing outside Arya’s door. He wondered if he should look in on her to see if she was up and ready before heading down to breakfast. Making up his mind, he knocked and waited for a response. Receiving none, he opened the door a crack and stuck his head in. Sprawled out on the bed, Arya lay fast asleep. She must have kicked her blankets off in the night because they lay askew at the end of the bed. Stepping into the room he crossed to her bed and stood, gazing down at her.
Arya lay stretched out across the bed, her dark hair partially covering the side of her face, her chest rising and falling. Her nightgown had ridden up along her hips during the night and his eyes were instantly drawn to her small toned legs and then further up, toward her sex, hidden by her blue underwear. He drew in a sharp breath, remembering how sweetly she had writhed and moaned last night, her body shaking as her hands clutched desperately at his hair. Shaking his head to clear it, he gently tapped her shoulder.
“Arya. Arya wake up. It’s time to head down for breakfast. You need to get up and get ready,” He said gently.
Arya scrunched her eyes and grimaced before rolling over and burying her face in the pillow beneath her head. Sighing, Jon moved to gently shake her. Grumbling she tried to swat his hand away, but he only laughed. With a huff of annoyance, she sat up in her bed, now fully awake.
“I was having such a wonderful dream, Jon. I dreamt that Septa Mordane’s voice disappeared and she was unable to bore me with her boring lessons and all of her stupid rules about proper ladylike behavior,” Arya said, her nose wrinkling as she spoke.
Jon laughed and shook his head. “Arya, that’s terrible. Besides most of her lessons are important to your future. A good education is important. I myself receive lessons from a tutor that Father hired for us.”
“Yes, but you also get fencing lessons, archery lessons, riding lessons, and martial arts training. Mother and Septa Mordane won’t let me take them.” Arya said sullenly.
“Your mother and Septa Mordane have good intentions. They want what’s best for you. And I’ll always be here to spar with you,” Jon supplied, trying to cheer her up.
“They want me to be a lady, but that’s not who I am,” Arya said, her expression turning sour at the thought.
“Well, your mother isn’t here right now. Today, after your lessons with Septa Mordane, I’ll come to get you and you can join Bran and me for our fencing lessons,” Jon offered.
“Really? You mean it?” Arya said, instantly perking up.
“Of course. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast.” Jon said turning towards the door, leaving her alone.
Standing, she quickly undressed before crossing her bedroom to the large oak wardrobe. She opened her wardrobe and selected an outfit to wear. Settling on a pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt, she quickly dressed and pulled on an old pair of trainers before making her way downstairs.
Entering the dining room, she found Jon sitting at the table talking to Bran and Uncle Ben. Sansa was feeding Rickon oatmeal when she sat down at the table. Jon spared her a smile as she loaded her plate with scrambled eggs and sausage links.
“There you are, Arya. We were wondering when you would join us,” Sansa said, turning to face her.
“Sorry. Had a rough night last night.” Arya supplied between bites.
“Another of your nightmares?” Bran asked, looking at her across the table.
“Yeah. It was awful, but eventually, I was able to get back to sleep.” Arya said, a blush coloring her cheeks as she relived last night in her head.
“Girls, after your breakfast, you have your lessons with Septa Mordane. She’ll be here in about an hour so eat your breakfasts then head upstairs and get your books.” Uncle Ben said, looking at them across the table.
Arya grumbled as Sansa nodded politely, turning back to Rickon.
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Having finished with his lessons for the day, Jon exited the library, leaving Bran and Maester Luwin behind. He headed upstairs to the lady’s parlor where Arya would be waiting, no doubt anxious to escape from her lessons with Septa Mordane and the other girls. Jon smiled to himself. Arya was a free spirit. She refused to conform to her mother’s expectations of proper ladylike behavior and Jon couldn’t help but love her for it. Briefly, he wondered what Lady Catelyn would have to say about her daughter’s unladylike behavior last night with, “The Bastard” and stifled a grin.
He had tried for years to get along with her, to win her over but eventually gave up on it, accepting it as a lost cause. Now he merely tried to avoid her. Winning over her children had been much easier. He and Robb had grown up side by side together, as brothers. It didn’t matter to either that they had different mothers. They had always been thick as thieves. Sansa was two years younger than them, but he had gotten along with her two, often playing with her for hours as children before her mother had tried to separate them.
Jon had always been fond of his sisters, but as the years went by that love grew. He couldn’t imagine his life without them. He had always felt more complete when spending time with them. He had often fantasized about them as he grew older, perhaps in ways, he shouldn’t have. Learning that Sansa felt the same way about him had been a gift from the gods. They had taken their relationship to a whole new level and while he was excited, he was also a touch anxious and nervous. He worried about how Arya would react when she found out. He also worried about how Sansa would react to his “comforting” Arya after her nightmares.
He still wasn’t entirely sure how all that came about. Last summer, he and Robb had snuck a bottle of Arbor gold from the cellar while their parents were out at the theater. Robb had passed out in the den and drunk himself, he stumbled up the stairs to his room, falling on the bed. He had been about to crawl under the bedcovers to sleep it off when Arya came running into his bedroom complaining of a nightmare. The rest of the night was hazy at best, but he had woken up the next morning with vague memories, a sticky face and a naked Arya in his bed. Waking up had been awkward, but Arya had seemed cheerful when she helped fill in the blanks from the night before. Terrified, he had begged her not to tell a soul. She had promised to keep it a secret provided he be there to comfort her anytime she had a nightmare. Relieved and incredibly excited at the prospect of a repeat, he had agreed.
Knocking on the door to the lady’s parlor, Jon stuck his head in and spotted Arya squirming anxiously in her seat, a look of relief on her face at his presence. “Excuse me, Septa Mordane. I was wondering if I could borrow Arya for a little while?” Jon spoke softly.
“Oh well, I am not sure if that is…” Septa Mordane started only for Jon to interrupt.
“It’s alright. I’ve already cleared it with Uncle Ben.” Jon said more firmly, his tone clearly brooked no room for an argument from her.
“Very well, I suppose. If your uncle is fine with it I suppose Arya can…Oh!” Septa Mordane started as Arya jumped from her seat, quick as a flash and raced out into the hall to join Jon, bouncing on the soles of her feet.
“I take it you’re glad to be out of there then?” Jon asked amused.
“You wouldn’t believe how boring it is in there,” Arya grumbled.
“Well, you’re free for the moment. Come along now. We’ll get changed into something more comfortable and you can join Bran and me for our fencing lesson.” Jon said leading her down the hall.
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Jon had finished changing into a pair of loose-fitting trousers and a t-shirt allowing him to more easily move and stood to wait in the hall outside Arya’s door.
“I wonder what’s taking her so long,” He thought to himself and knocked on the door.
“Arya, it’s me. Are you alright? We’ll be late if you don’t hurry.” He called. Receiving no reply he opened the door and stepped into her room. Looking around he spotted the outfit Arya had been wearing lying forgotten on the floor by the door. Stepping further into her room he spotted Arya standing in front of a full-length mirror, naked as her name day.
“Oh, um sorry.” Jon started about to turn around to give her privacy when she spoke, still examining herself in the mirror.
“What do you think of me, Jon? I mean I’m not the beauty that Sansa is, I suppose. But am I ugly? Sansa’s friends think I am.” Arya said, with a sniffle.
“What? Of course not, Arya. You’re incredibly beautiful. Where is this coming from? Jon said, gazing at her.
“I see how you look at Sansa when you think nobody is watching. I’m not stupid, Jon. I know how you feel about her. You’re in love with her.” Arya sighed turning to face him.
Swallowing thickly, Jon knelt down beside her and looked her in the eyes. “It’s true. I do love Sansa. But I also love you, Arya.” Jon quickly started cutting off a sniffle from Arya.
“I couldn’t imagine my life without either of you in it. I am in love with Sansa but also with you. Wolves mate for life but there’s no rule that says a wolf must love only one mate. I love you both and I could never choose between you. I understand you may not like that, but I can’t choose. I want both of you in my life.” Jon said, with a resigned sigh, looking down at the stone floor.
“Both of us?” Arya said awkwardly, her emotions swirled, and her thoughts jumbled. So many things rushing through her head at his words.
“Yes. Both of you.” Jon repeated.
“I think I need time to process this,” Arya said quietly.
“I understand. I’ll leave you alone for now.” Jon said, standing and leaving. He paused at the doorway, looking back at her.
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