A Romantic Dinner

Jon was on his feet, pacing beside the table when Sansa came down. She was dressed in one of those light dresses for young women that he believes are called t-shirts and some grey...shorts, was it? Jon shook his head as he approached his sister. Trying to keep up with all of these alien and supernatural concepts could be exhausting.

"I see you put on the gold bracelets and the watch I left on your bedside table," He noted.

The lips of her mouth twisted upwards. "Well, I may be unfamiliar with some of the fashion you incorporated into the room but I had a feeling the occasion of this dinner called for some jewelry," She said as she showed him her arm. "This on the other hand," The Lady of Winterfell in exile added while flicking her other wrist, "I was harder pressed to understand."

Jon snickered briefly. "That is called a wristwatch, I think. Essentially, it's like a sun clock but a lot smaller, more precise, and it doesn't need the sun to tell the time."

"Huh," She said with slightly widened eyes. "That sounds useful."

Then, Sansa tilted her head when she saw the specific table in the dining hall that they were going to sit in. It had candle lights, fine silverware, and dishes she had never seen before yet clearly smelled delicious. Smiling affectionately, she offered her hand to her partner. Jon kissed it delicately and turned to look at her with reverence. Then he pulled the seat for her and accommodated it when she sat down, giggling as she did so.

"What a gentleman," The redhead with a sigh.

"Only the best for my lover," He replied with a heated look, echoing the words she had said after gyrating her hips so fantastically around his cock.

Sansa swallowed, clearly thinking back on the memory. Then she shook her head.

"So," She said loudly, in an effort to diffuse the sexual tension in the room before it could prematurely boil over, "What is this?"

Jon grinned as he sat down in front of her. "The appetizer is, as you know, corn, but for the dish beside it, I have prepared a delicious meal for you with the knowledge I gathered from those other worlds. I am fairly certain it's called a hamburger. Essentially, the beef is cooked and cut in ways we are not used to in Westeros and stuck inside two slices of bread. The sauce that gives it a fantastic taste is called barbecue. As additional ingredients, there is some tasty bacon, and, if I recall correctly, onion rings."

His sister raised an eyebrow as she stared at the plate.

"This is an onion?" She asked, slightly confused.

"Ah, yes," Jon said in dawning realization. "It seems some worlds have developed ways to fry their food and although I have learned how to replicate the efforts, that's not important right now. Just know that it has a way to make the food more crunchy and delicious. The same applies to the french fries beside the burger."

"Okay," Sansa said simply. "But I think I will leave the best for last," She said while staring at the burger.

And with that, she started eating the familiar corn. In between bites they talked a bit about some of their fond memories from the past and catched up a bit with some of the events while separated that they hadn't had the chance to tell each other yet.

Jon almost choked on his own piña colada when Sansa revealed a particularly dangerous detail.

"Seriously? You almost pushed Joffrey from the top of the Red Keep?"

"He had just shown me father's severed head on a pike, alright?" She said, sighing as she recalled the memory. "At the time, before I thought better of it, it seemed like a good idea."

"Maybe in the short term," Jon responded with some hesitation. "But I am glad you came to your senses. There is no way you would have survived that nest of vipers if you have actually pushed him to his ****."

"I figured," She muttered.

The darker tone their conversation took suddenly shifted when Sansa tasted her first french fries. Her eyes widened as she chewed on it.

"Wow," She said, sounding impressed. "Definitely more crunchy and delicious than any other style of potatoes I had ever eaten."

Jon grinned. "Glad you approved. It took a while to cook them right."

Sansa paused at that. "Wait, you mean you didn't just use your powers to create these dishes for me out of thin air?"

He shrugged. "As I said before, I want to give you the care you deserve, and wishing the dinner into being when we actually had the time and privacy for once seemed...unnecessary."

Then he snorted, amused. "Besides, as Tormund said back in the War Council, things becoming too easy is not particularly good for digestion."

Sansa laughed merrily at that. Then placed her hands in the center of the table, waiting for her lover to hold them. When he did, she looked up and gave him a look of endearment. "Thank you for putting the effort. I really do appreciate it."

They stayed silent for a long moment at that, holding each other's hands tenderly as they locked eyes with one another. And in that moment, Jon could feel the last of his misgivings weaken as he started to consider an important decision in silence. But before he could let his expression show determination, Sansa broke away and decided to finally enjoy her burger.

"I have never particularly liked eating messy food that is meant to be eaten without cutlery," Sansa admitted. "But for you, my dear brother, I will make an exception."

And with that, she gave it a wide bite. She actually moaned at the taste in no time and gave it a second bite shortly thereafter. When his beloved finally swallowed, she gave Jon a thoroughly delighted look.

"That was easily the best dish I have had in my life," His sister proclaimed. "Hamburgers are amazing!"

Jon chuckled, pleased. "I love to see you so happy."

Sansa smile reached her eyes and with radiance at that, but said nothing more as she continued to sate her hunger on her new favorite food. Before long, she was full and, although a few slices of bread remained she was quite satisfied as she played with the stick Jon placed to keep most of the ingredients in.

"Well, my loving brother, I told you I wanted a delicious romantic dinner and I am pleased to say you did not disappoint me," She said with a smirk. "I am full and very tired by now but before we go share our bed, there is something I need to do. So, come here and kiss me."

And with that, the two siblings snogged each other above the candlelight, reveling in their feelings for one another.

A/N: I hadn't written something like this in a long time and the clash in eras made it new and different as well. Plus, in case it hasn't been clear by now, English is not my first language. Still, I hope you enjoyed it.

Well, thanks for reading everyone. Leave a comment if there are any particular highlights that caught your attention, and until next time, see ya.