A pack for us (Jon VI)

A pack for us
Jon VI

Jon felt Arya's small frame in his arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around his chest, squeezing the life from Jon. Her face was buried in his thick black furry shoulder. His shirt loosely covering his torso. Jon gently kissed Arya on the top of her head. Her black hair tangled in his snowy beard. Jon raised his gloved hand to her head and ruffled her hair. Arya's coalish hair ruffed and twisted in his hands. A quiet moan escaped Arya's lips before she buried her face deeper into his furry cloak.

Jon removed his gloves and tossed them to the floor of Arya's room. Jon pulled Arya's head from his shoulder and turned her to face him. Her cheeks were flush and lips ruby red. A single tear trickled down her left cheek. Her blue eyes like the northern seas.

Jon planted another kiss on Arya's forehead. Her skin was warm and clammy but smooth and clear.

Another kiss was placed inbetween her eyebrows. Her skin shuddered and another quiet moan escaped her lips.

"Jon... What are you doing? We shouldn't..."

Jon kissed her gently on her soft plump red lips.

Arya moaned again. This time more a whisper. Her felt her knees buckle and give way.

Arya collapsed further into the kiss. There tongues danced like the dragons of Valyria. Incestious saliva mixing.

Jon and Arya were so cought up in there kiss they forgot that Aryas broken curtain lay tattered on the floor. The moon light perfectly lighting there faces.