Sansa's room

He hadn't consciously made the decision, but once he noticed where he was going, he was already standing in front of his sister's chambers. Catelyn would never love him, but maybe he could at least establish some sort of sibling relationship with Sansa. He knew she looked down on him for being a bastard. And she loved Robb - another reason Jon envied his brother.

He knocked and received a sweet "Come in". Sansa was sitting on her bed, a dress neatly folded next to her. She looked so much like a princess, with her beautiful porcelain skin framed by soft, auburn curls. She gave him a curious look. He didn't normally seek her out. "Jon."
He swallowed nervously as he closed the door behind him. "Sansa."
She just looked at him, so he gathered himself. "Looking forward to King's Landing?"
She smiled brightly. "Yes! It will be great!"
Jon coughed. "Uh, well... I just wanted to stop by because... I haven't really been a good brother to you and I thought... if you leave for King's Landing, I should at least try to- well, we shouldn't be strangers. You're my sister."
Sansa opened her mouth. She seemed genuinely shocked. "Oh."
"Only if you want", Jon added hastily.
"No", Sansa said and patted the place on the bed next to her, "stay."
Jon sat down next to her. He couldn't recall ever being this close to her. He noticed the soft scent of winter and lemoncakes.
"Kiss me", Sansa said.
Jon was completely dumbfounded. "W-What?"
Sansa smiled. "I've always wanted to know if you're as good as Robb."