You Defend Her

“This isn’t the Iron Islands, Theon. If she wants to leave, she can leave.”

Jeyne gives you a grateful look while you argue with Robb and Theon.

Robb tries to mediate between you and Theon, but you’re too angry. If you stay you’ll punch Theon in the face, so you grab a towel and leave with Jeyne.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, Jeyne. Ever since Robb started hanging around with Theon he’s not the same. I try to keep him from going astray, but sometimes it feels like I’m just the annoying bastard who won’t let him have any fun,” you say, tired of Theon’s and Robb’s attitude. “If they say anything to you again, tell me and I’ll speak to my father.”

“It’s nothing, Jon. You’re not an annoying bastard. You’re like one of those knights from the songs the septa never reads.” Jon laughs at the comparison.

“You must be the only one who believes that,” you say, smiling at her. She blushes. Jeyne shakes her head. “That’s not true. Even if she doesn’t say it, Sansa thinks the same, and Arya does too - though she sees it in a more aggressive way.”

While saying this, Jeyne has unconsciously stepped closer to you. It was no secret in Winterfell - to everyone but you - that she has a crush on you. Little by little the two of you draw nearer until you can feel her breath against yours. She quickly checks that no one is watching, then plants a soft, tender kiss on your lips before turning and running away.

You’re left standing there, dazed, with a large, aching erection straining in your breeches.