A kiss.

His response was only to smile as Arya reached for him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she began to shower him with kisses. On the cheeks and forehead, first, and then his hands were on her hips and her lips found his. Suddenly their tongues were swirling against one another's, as two dueling swords, and their hands were frantically grabbing at one another.

Arya brought a hand to the side of his head, her fingers running through his thick curls. She held him as her other hand traced down his broad chest. Jon's strong hands grabbed at her top, a loose-fitting tunic, lifting it over her head and leaving her pale breasts exposed to the cold air.

Their lips parted and for a second they paused, panting in excitement. Jon held a breast in his hand. It was hot on Arya's skin and it sent a shiver through her. He tweaked at her pink nipple, hardening with every second that passed, every lustful ache between her legs. Finally, she reached out, pushing Jon onto his back. Crawling to him, her perky tits hanging, swaying as she moved, she grabbed at his belt with one hand while the other rubbed at the bulge in his trousers.

Arya bit her lip as Jon's cock sprung free. She held it with one small hand, admiring its size and the heat it radiated in the cold air. It was hard, so hard, Arya thought as she leaned towards him ready to take him into her mouth. She ran her warm, wet tongue along its length, from the base to the tip and back again. She took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking and twirling at it with her tongue. It was salty-sweet and she heard Jon let out a groan of approval. She stayed like this for awhile, switching between balls from time to time, slobbering and sucking and jerking him off with her hand. Then his hand was in her hair and she was licking the length of his shaft and at last she took the tip between her soft, full lips.

She looked to him and saw he lay relaxed, his eyes tightly shut. Opening her mouth ever so much wider she started to take his length into her. His cock throbbed in her hand and she marveled at how hard and hot he was. Arya tried to take his entire length, until she felt it touching her throat, filling her small mouth. She stayed like that, bobbing her head ever so slightly, fucking her mouth with his cock, verging on gagging. The slurping sounds echoed around the small room, mixing with his moans.

Her eyes widened as tears began to well in their corners. Gazing up at him, they locked eyes and a smile spread across his face. He had removed his shirt, she saw, and his abs shone in the oranges and reds of the fading sunlight. Arya pulled free from his cock, still pumping away with a small hand. A naughty smile crossed her lips as she leaned in close for another kiss.

Their lips met and again their tongues were swirling. Their hands played at one another. Jon first grabbed at her perky tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers. He broke away from their passionate kiss and brought his lips to one of her breasts. Arya threw her head back and let out a heavy sigh as he took her hard, pink nipple into her mouth and began to nibble.

They stayed like this for what seemed an hour, Arya grinding her hips into her half-brother, feeling his stiff cock rub against her as he toyed with her pale, pert breasts.

At last, she stood to remove her trousers and smallclothes as Jon did the same and then they were naked. Arya lowered a hand to cover herself, instinctively, before touching herself ever so gently. She stood before Jon, tracing a finger up and down her slit, feeling the wetness collect on her finger. And then she straddled him and began to lower herself towards his throbbing member. When at last she felt his cock press at her entrance, she closed her eyes hard and prepared to take him inside her tight, pink lips.

A gentle gasp escaped her lips as her tight pussy spread around his throbbing cock. Slowly she lowered herself inch by inch, until she could take no more. Her hips rocked forward ever so slightly at first before rolling back. Again and again she repeated this, her clit rubbing against the base of his cock, his tip deep inside her. His hands grabbed at her tits before settling on her hips, guiding her rhythm. Arya's knees were planted firmly in the hay that littered the floor, her hands resting slightly on his shoulders and chest. With every gyration the burning pleasure deep inside her grew. It was all she'd ever wanted.

But before her climax could come Jon grabbed her firmly by the hips and lifted her from him. Arya suddenly felt the emptiness inside her and then she was on her back and Jon was kneeling between her legs, glistening cock in hand. He teased her slit with the tip, rubbing it against her clit and tight lips, before entering her. He let out a heavy sigh as he pushed past her tight folds. Slowly he pushed himself as deep as his cock would go, until his balls slapped against Arya's ass with every thrust. Waves of pleasure washed over her with every rhythmic thrust. She reached a hand down and lightly began to rub her clit. Her moans were more audible now, mixing with Jon's masculine grunts in the air. The smell of sweat and sex hung in the cold air, too.

Jon worked hard now, bracing himself against the hard ground. The sweat clung to his skin as he thrust harder and harder until Arya's petite frame rocked against the ground, her perky tits bouncing in rhythm. Jon slowed for a second, taking one of her breasts into his hand. Arya's fingers still traced lightly over her clit and with every thrust Arya could feel her climax building. And then it was on her -Jon pinching her nipple hard between forefinger and thumb, his throbbing cock deep inside her, her fingers wet with her own juices rubbing noisily against her clit - like a thousand million hands all over her body, holding her in a warm embrace. Her skin flushed and seemed to steam in the cool air and still Jon fucked her. Over and over and over again he stretched her tight lips, harder and faster by the second. And then Arya saw the look come across his face - the look that marked the end. His eyes closed tight as his face contorted before finally relaxing with a thunderous sigh. Deep inside her she could feel his cock spasm and shoot hot load after load. Jon collapsed beside her.

Arya threw an arm across his sweaty chest, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you," she whispered.

They slept in that embrace, naked and sweaty in the cool air and scratchy hay, until Arya awoke alone. Jon's gone, she knew, to take the black. The thought saddened her, until the glimmer of the sword he'd given her caught her eye.