A pack for us (Arya VII)

A pack for us
Arya VII

Arya felt her heart race. It pounded like war drums threatening to burst through her tiny chest. Her legs had gone numb. She felt her weight being completely supported by Jon, his strong arms holding her steady as her knees buckled and bent.

She pressed her body into his letting his size absorb her, his furry shoulders pressed into her. Arya could feel Jon's heart rate, compared to her it was steady and slow. His hands cupped around her back, his hands rested on her shoulder blades drawing her ever closer.

Finally they parted. A thin trail of incestious saliva connecting there lips.

"Jon... Um..." Arya dropped her eyes suddenly filled with shame.

Jon placed a hand under her chin. He lifted her face to his. He kissed her lightly again on the lips.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that Arya." Jon said. His voice cracking with each word.

She knew what Jon meant. They'd been siblings for so long. They had been close. Arya remembered what Jon meant to her. That Jon always believed her and had time for her.

He was her favourite sibling. He was kind and loving. Robb had always joked that he'd only ever seen Jon smile with Arya.

His brooding became laughter with Arya.

When she was in Bravos she always remembed Jon. She remembered him through Needle. Jon Snows smile.

"Riders!!" A shout echoed through the silent Winterfell night.

Someone was coming to winterfell.