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It was ridiculous to be jealous of a fictional character; Jon knew this. But this was the third time Sansa had made him watch Pride and Prejudice and seeing Sansa stare starry-eyed at Mr Darcy rankled. Just a little. After a particular bout of sighing occurred while watching a lingering shot of Mr Darcy flexing his hand Jon had had enough. Apparently so had the other occupants of the room.
“In VAIN I have struggled; it will not DO!“ Robb proclaimed pompously while tossing popcorn at Arya who sniggered as she tried to catch them in her mouth.
“Oh my god Robb, shut up! And I’m not cleaning up after you,” Sansa said, glaring at the popcorn littering the floor.
“Come on, Sansa." Robb rolled his eyes at her. “If even I can quote it you have watched it too many times.” Arya let out a big whoop as she finally caught a kernel in her mouth, the last two tosses having landed in her hair.
“It’s a freaking masterpiece!”
“Let’s watch the new Avengers movie,” Arya said, the popcorn chase abandoned, one hand scrolling on her phone. Sansa closed her eyes and let out an annoyed grunt.
“By all means, go watch it! I don’t remember inviting you here…” Robb let out a huff of laughter and smirked. He quoted, this time in a higher pitch: “You must know, surely you must know it was all for you.”
“Seriously? You’re ruining romance for me,” Sansa said and pouted. Jon chortled and pulled Sansa closer on the couch.
“Miss Sansa Stark, you must allow me to tell you how-“ Jon mumbled gravely into her hair and then took her hand, pulling it towards his mouth.
“Jo-on! Don’t tease me,” groaned Sansa and tried to pull her hand away.
“You must allow me to tell you how much I admire and love you…” Jon said in the poshest accent he could manage while kissing her hand. When he looked up at her he found her face flushed and eyes dark.
“Jon…” She whispered and a sudden shiver of want raced through him. He recognized that look in her eyes. He couldn’t stop looking at her; the pink on her cheeks, the goosebumps that appeared on her arm as he stroked the underside of her wrist, her teeth biting down on her lower lip.
“Boo, no kissing on the couch!” A kernel suddenly hit Jon between the eyes, and he blinked, feeling disturbed from a lovely dream.
“Sure you don’t want to go to Hardyng´s party tonight?” Sansa murmured, still looking at him with that heat in her eyes.
“Huh?” Jon said, intelligently, eyes still caught on her mouth.
“The way this night is going, maybe we’ll get more privacy there.”
“Privacy” he repeated with little understanding of the word’s meaning. Robb made a choked noise of disgust. “Eww. Come on, Sansa”.
“Or maybe you should go, Robb? Margaery is going, according to her story.” Robb perked up but pretended he hadn’t, his shoulders going up to his ears.
“Uh, I don’t know if she wants to see me right now.” Sansa rolled her eyes, seemingly as done as Jon was with the on-again, off-again relationship Robb and Margaery had been in the last few years.
“For some reason, and I don't understand why, she does. And maybe if you don’t make an effort this time, she’ll forget why as well.”
“Ouch. That was harsh,” Robb said, a frown on his face. Sansa exhaled and faced Robb and Arya on the couch on the opposite side of the room.
“Okay." Sansa paused the movie. “I’m done playing nice; if you don’t want to see me kiss my boyfriend on our date, which you’ve rudely interrupted, you will leave. Arya, why are you even here? Don’t you have plans with Gendry?”
“Gendry? Gendry at the garage? Gendry who graduated TWO years ago?” Robb said, increasingly loudly, his face going red. Arya hopped up, rolling her eyes.
“Shut up, we’re just friends. Thanks, Sansa. Thanks a lot.” Arya said, a dry note in her voice as she left the room. Robb stared after her and then followed her out.
“Come on Arya, he’s so much older…” The door slammed shut and finally, there was silence. Sansa leaned back on the couch and breathed out. “I thought they would never leave”.
“Nicely played.” A smile, slightly smug, appeared on her face. Missing the warmth of her, he put his arm around her again and pulled her closer, nuzzling her cheek.
“Jon?” She said, her voice catching slightly as Jon kissed the hinge of her jaw.
“Yes?” he replied, his voice deep. There was something about her scent, he thought nonsensically. Something fruity and sweet. He stroked her neck with the back of his hand and felt her shiver in response. “Jon,” she said again, moaning when he switched between kissing and sucking on that spot on her neck. “Will you put the movie back on?” After a moment he paused and saw the teasing look in her eyes. The altogether too pleased expression on her face.
"As you wish, Miss Stark."