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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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The wind was blowing hard, rain pouring down from the night sky, lit briefly here and there by flashes of lightning. Down below her, palm trees were swaying in the wind, some pulled completely out of the ground by the sheer force of the wind. She struggled to stay aloft, her wings beating furiously as nearby a large building went up in flames, half collapsing, from the power of a stray bolt of lightning.
Arya jolted up in bed, frozen with fear, panic gripping her heart. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She knew it in her heart. She just didn’t know what or how. Turning, she shook Jon awake, body trembling with fright. “Jon! Jon, wake up. Something bad happened.” Arya said, shaking him harder. Jon woke up, blinking the sleep from his eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand. 2:04 am. “It’s alright, Arya. It was just a nightmare,” he said pulling her against him, kissing her forehead, cradling her against his chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders as he rubbed her back soothingly. “Tell me what happened,” he said.
Arya lay in his arms, tears in her eyes as she thought back to the dream. “I was a bird. A seagull, I think, and it was storming. A building got struck by lightning and I woke up. I don’t remember anything else,” she said as Jon held her, brushing away her tears, his arms around her. “Hush, now. It’s alright. It was only a dream,” he said as he cuddled her against his chest, cupping her chin, his lips claiming hers in a soft kiss before he stood, lifting her in his arms and carried her downstairs to the kitchen. He sat her down at the table and went about making them some tea. While the water boiled, he went to the bread box and got two English muffins, covering them with a drizzle of honey and offered one to her, which she took gratefully as the kettle whistled. He finished making the tea and they sat in silence, eating the biscuits while waiting for their tea to cool. Arya got up and climbed into Jon’s lap, nuzzling his shoulder. He held her, his fingers carding through her hair. They sat for a bit, drinking their tea before getting up and heading back to Jon’s bedchamber. Going inside, they noticed Sansa was missing. Jon tucked Arya into his bed and left to look for her.
Sansa knelt by the toilet in her bathroom, her stomach churning as she heaved. She must have caught a bug, she thought to herself, gripping the edge of the bowl. She looked up as she heard footsteps and Jon walked in, settling beside her, hugging her against him as she fought to control her nausea, feeling dizzy and weak as he held her, kissing her clammy forehead, his fingers carding through her hair. He cuddled her close, whispering soothing words of comfort and she began to feel a little better. He led her back to the bed in her chambers and lay her down, kissing her brow. “I’ll fetch Mister Luwin. He can give you some medicine and you can sleep in as late as you like,” he said, leaving the room.
“Late…” The word hit her like a ton of bricks, and she froze thinking hard. She had missed her bleeding by a week. She, Jon and Arya had secretly shared a bed for the last eighteen nights. She and Jon had made love frequently and he always spent himself inside her. “Dear gods no. Surely this was all a mistake, she thought. Just her imagination, but the more she thought about it the more certain she became. What would she do? How would she and Jon explain this to her parents?”
Jon returned, followed by Mister Luwin the healer who lived and worked with the family, tutoring her brother to help prepare him for a career in medicine. Jon helped her slowly to her feet, his arms around her shoulders, settling her on the bed, her hand in his as Mister Luwin listened to her explain her symptoms. He nodded then looked them over thoughtfully for a few moments, Jon cradling Sansa in his arms.
“It’s a bit early to be sure, my lady, but you may be with child,” Mister Luwin said.
Jon froze, looking first at the healer then Sansa in his arms, his face pale while his hands settled protectively over her stomach. “Thank you, Mister Luwin. If you could keep this to yourself for a while though… We would like to be alone.”
Mister Luwin nodded and left, returning to his rooms. Jon held Sansa in his arms, his lips trailing soft kisses across her brow. “Oh, Jon. What will we tell father?” Sansa asked, trembling in his arms.
Jon held her, rubbing soothing circles across her back and shoulders. “We’ll tell them the truth. I love you, Sansa. Everything will be okay, I promise.” Sansa nodded slowly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she nuzzled against his chest.
Jon stayed up, holding Sansa and humming softly, trying to soothe her nerves as she slowly drifted off back to sleep, his arms around her as he lay back against the pillows, his eyes drifting shut.
He was walking through the crypts beneath Winterfell manor, a torch in his right hand as he walked down the darkened rows of statues, each looking at him from cold, lifeless eyes, their gazes harsh as if judging him. He came to a stop before a tall statue that he had never seen before. His father’s stone eyes stared back at him, the statue of Eddard Stark stood on a pedestal, eyes downcast. “Was he angry about his relationship with Sansa and Arya? How did he know?” Jon backed away quickly as the statue slowly stood, walking towards him, stone arms raising up, reaching out towards him.
Jon sat up, breathing heavily, a startled Sansa jolted awake as he sat panting. Sansa frowned up at him, slowly sitting up. “Jon, you startled me. What’s wrong?” Jon’s heartbeat slowly returned to normal and he sat back against the pillows, pulling Sansa against his chest, his fingers toying with a stray lock of her hair.
“Nothing, my love. Just a dream. Everything will be alright, I promise.” He said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Jon looked up as the door opened, Arya quickly coming in and closing the door behind her before jumping onto the bed and cuddling up beside Jon, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Oh… Try not to shake the bed,” Sansa said, making a face before jumping up and running towards the loo.
“What’s wrong with Sansa?” Arya asked curiously.
“She is with child, Arya. She’s going to need us both to look after her now and support her.” Jon said, reaching over to stroke Arya’s hair before getting up and walking over to Sansa, rubbing her shoulders.
Arya walked over to the pair and placed a supportive hand on Sansa’s arm, waiting until her nausea passed before they each headed to their rooms to groom and get dressed for the day. They met back in the hallway and headed down together for breakfast. Arya and Jon loaded a plate with bacon, eggs, and toast while Sansa drank a cup of peppermint tea and nibbled lightly on a slice of toast. Arya and Jon finished their breakfasts and Sansa joined them in the parlor to watch the news. There was an emergency bulletin. A tropical storm had struck the Caribbean. There was severe flooding and first responders were still assessing the damage to the region.
“Omg, that’s where father, mom, and Robb are at,” Arya said, worried and afraid. “You don’t think something happened to them, do you?”
Jon pulled Arya into his lap and cuddled her against his chest, kissing her forehead. “I’m sure that everything is fine. We’ll try and call them. I’m sure that they are all okay,” he said, not entirely convinced himself.
Jon sat her down on the sofa and walked over to the phone, picking it up and dialing the number of their room at the resort. The phone rang but nobody picked up. Jon tapped his foot, panicking slightly, his brow creasing. “Come on, come on,” he thought to try to remain calm. The call timed out and he hung up the phone, looking at them all. “I’m sure they’re just at one of the shelters to escape the storm. We’ll wait awhile and maybe they’ll be able to get in touch with us, first chance.” Jon said.
Jon, Sansa, and Arya went outside for a walk in the grounds, Jon holding their hands in his. They walked around the courtyard and Jon led them over to the training grounds. Sansa sat on a bench and watched as Arya and Jon retrieved fencing blades from the armory and began to spar, blades crisscrossing, swinging back and forth. They were both quite good, each managing to land a few blows, but Jon was slightly better. After an hour of sparring, they went inside, changing into swimsuits and headed for a swim. They had a small indoor pool and hot tub. They each swam a few laps before lounging on inflatable rafts until it was time for their lessons with their tutors. They spent the morning studying history, mathematics, geography, and literature before heading down for a light lunch. After lunch, they studied computer skills, biology, social sciences, business management, and economics.
With their studies finished for the day, they spent the rest of the afternoon alone together by the lake on the edge of the grounds, cuddling in each other’s arms. They were still worried about their parents and Robb though. Jon reclined against the trunk of a tree, Arya and Sansa in his arms. Arya and Sansa looked up at Jon, they’re hands gripping his shirt and shoulders. “I really hope they’re alright. I couldn’t bear to lose them,” Arya said, sniffling.
Jon kissed her lips, his fingers tangling in her hair, teasing the nape of her neck. He had hoped to take their mind off their troubles, as much for Sansa and the baby’s health as to spare them the worry. He gently pressed Arya back against the soft grass, his hands pushing up her shirt, caressing her soft, smooth skin, his lips claiming hers, gently nibbling her bottom lip as he tugged down her shorts and panties, pulling them down around her ankles before taking them off along with her shoes, his lips trailing soft kisses down along her flat chest and stomach, nuzzling her abdomen before lifting her legs up over his shoulders, Arya purring softly as she wrapped her short legs around his head, pulling him against her, her head tilting back as his tongue swiped across her hairless lower lips, his hands smacking and kneading her rear, his tongue pushing gently between her lips, teasing back and forth over the nubbin at the top her slit. He slipped a finger inside her sheath, thrusting it gently in and out of her as he gently nibbled and sucked her clit, making her moan loudly.
As she watched them, Sansa felt herself getting hot, the heat and dampness between her legs building, she unbuttoned her blouse, fingers teasing across her nipples, pinching the nubs, her tongue tracing her lips as she moaned, her eyes fixed on her siblings as she slipped a hand down, under her skirt, teasing her lower lips through the damp crotch of her panties, a moan escaping her as she teased her soft lips through the cloth, fingers pressing hard against her clit. Arya moaned loudly, bucking her hips, her hands tangled in Jon’s hair, breathing heavily, brow covered in a sheen of sweat as she came, his tongue slurping noisily as he swallowed her sweet juices. Arya collapsed back, panting as Jon slowly stood, undressing, slipping his shirt off before kicking off his boots and sliding out of his trousers, he grinned, pulling Sansa against him, he kissed her deeply, Arya’s juices coating his lips as his hands removed her blouse and bra, before hiking her skirts up around her waist, his left hand smacking her rear, his right cupping her cheek. They lay back on the soft grass, Jon moving over her, his fingers grazing her slit. She was dripping, her juices coating his fingers as he slid two thick digits into her clutching sheath, plunging the digits in and out of her, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit, making her moan, her eyes rolling back in her head as she ground on his hand, her sheath spasming around his fingers, her orgasm crashing over her as she clung to him. She was ready.
Jon moved between her legs, guiding his member against her lower lips, pressing the head of his member against her slick entrance, moaning softly, a sigh of bliss escaping his lips as he buried himself inside her wet core, the tight heat squeezing down on his member milking him. He began to thrust in and out of her, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing the firm mounds, kneading the flesh between his fingers as he teased and pinched one of her nipples, his lips capturing the other, sucking and gently chewing softly on the hard nub, making Sansa gasp, her legs wrapping around his waist pulling him deeper into her core, the fingers of her right hand tangling in his hair as he thrust in and out of her, fast and hard, his member hitting deep inside of her, making her head swim, her pleasure building as her left hand drifted down, teasing her clit, rolling the nub between her fingertips. Her back arched, her mind going blank as her orgasm hit her hard, driving Jon over the edge, he moaned her name, stiffening as his member swelled inside her, his seed spilling into her womb.
They collapsed in the soft grass, Jon cuddling Sansa against his side as Arya cuddled up beside them, nuzzling his other side, her head on his chest. They lay like that for a short time before dressing and heading back to the house. When they arrived, they went up to their chambers to wash up for dinner. They headed down to the dining room, where dinner was laid out and they all settled in to eat. After dinner, they went into the parlor to watch the television. The phone rang, and Jon picked it up.
“Hello. Stark manor, Jon Stark speaking.”
“Good evening, Mr. Stark. I’m Sheriff Parks. I am afraid I have some bad news. It’s about your relatives. I’m afraid your parents and brother were killed in the recent flooding. You should call the coroner and plan to have their remains shipped to you for burial when the weather clears up.
“Thank you, sir. I will do that. Yes, good day.” Jon said hanging up and turning to face them.
Bad news…
TBC
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