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loved a maid with hair as red as autumn (locked)

WHO: Jon Snow
WHERE: the woods
WHEN: 12 October
OPEN TO: Ygritte
WARNINGS: potentially adult
STATUS: locked post

Jon had spent the last few weeks meeting with Ygritte in the woods. She wasn't the sort to want to live in a village, after all, because the Wildlings would never want to live in a town full of what they perceived as kneelers. As much as he might have thought about bringing Ygritte south to live at Winterfell someday in a misguided dream, he knew she'd never want to live there, not for true. She wouldn't ever be happy caged in like that.

How could she be happy caged in a place like this? So far as Jon could tell, there was no way out. He hadn't tested the boundaries of it fully, no, but what he had tested while hunting had yielded no results. He couldn't climb the ridge and he damned sure couldn't find a road that led anywhere other than that damned fountain. Now that the village had brought him both his brother and Ygritte, he had little desire to test it any longer. Westeros had nothing for him but pain and battles won only with great loss. The only thing he knew that he wanted, that he needed from Westeros was his sister.

Sansa weighed heavily on his mind these days and sometimes the guilt of enjoying himself with Ygritte pricked at him when he thought of how much his sister might need him now. Would she show? Would the next person to climb from the fountain be his flame-haired sister, clad in the same strange garments he'd been forced to wear along with everyone else in this place? He hoped so. He wanted Sansa to be here and safe more than his next breath.

He was lost in those thoughts when he heard a twig snap behind him and he turned slightly, spotting a different woman who'd been kissed by another fire. His lips curved up in a smile when he saw her and he looked back to the fire he'd been intending to build. After the sun set, it would grow cooler and they'd need the heat.

"You snuck up on me," he said, laughing a little. "You're good at that."

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Jon wasn't far off on his thinking. Ygritte, while trying her best to come to terms with her "death" and the subsequent pull from her world to this one and the second chance she'd been given, it was still very hard to cope. But she did anyway, in her own stubborn way by masking any and all feelings.

That was harder to do around Jon. Especially when he was being the way he was with her during the visits he paid her deep in the trees of the woods.

The snap of the dead branch was only a few steps behind Jon, and when eyes cast upon her from over a shoulder, Jon would see a faint, albeit cocky smile on her face.

"Or, maybe it's because you're an easy one to sneak up on." Ygritte remarked casually, lightly shrugging as she took to his left and lowered to a crouch. "And it's not the easiest thing either.

The smirk is a lot more obvious now.

"Sometimes I can't tell if you're mocking me or not," Jon said, his lips turning down into a quick frown. It didn't last long, though, before he pulled her into his lap and cupped her face between his hands, looking her in the eyes.

"Are you mocking me, Wildling? Are you trying to goad me into a fight?" It was a strange game that they played with one another, the back and forth, but he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Getting to feel her against him, getting to hold her in his arms - it was the most exhilarating feeling in the entire world.

Oh, she had seen that face before; that wonderful brooding way that made her want to poke fun at him even more. But before Ygritte could even say the words that were on her lips, Jon was pulling her to him.

Now quite literally face to face, eyes drift over his features, taking them in and remembering the last time they were that close. Ygritte's expression was still coy, but her smile fell a bit when a brow perked.

"Are ya in the mood for a fight, Jon Snow? Maybe that's just an excuse to keep me close. Hm?"

"I can get you close to me without fighting," he murmured, voice low and a little rough. He leaned in and kissed her, teeth tugging at her lower lip. Whenever he was around her, his accent thickened and sounded a bit less like the proper Starks he'd grown up with and a bit more like the rough and tumble Wildlings he'd spent the better part of the last few years with.

He was a harder man now, jaded from battle and loss, and his lines were leaner and cut sharper. He wasn't the green boy that Ygritte had taken into her bed and shown how to love. He was something else now, something more raw, but he still loved her. That hadn't changed in spite of the years apart or her death. Seeing her again had only kindled it anew.

"See?"

That drop in tone and the way he said the words prompted a silent thrill. And that was before his mouth claimed hers, forcing her eyes to close and her pulse to quicken. For as long as she'd been there, Jon had proved something and it confused and made her happy despite the displacement of landing in a world that wasn't theirs.

Those moments in the cave crossed her mind just then and instinctively, she deepened that kiss for a few longer seconds before Jon ended it. Her breath was harder, making her words breathless and quiet.

"Well aren't you sure of yourself." Ygritte remarked, hand finding its way to press against skin.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?" Jon asked, pulling away just enough that he could get the words out. His lips brushed against her skin, each word a caress against her, and he didn't move away. It was cold in the woods, though not nearly as cold as it had been north of the Wall.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be sure about what we have between us? Feels just as right now as it did the last time I saw you, Ygritte. It always feels like this between us, like it just fits."

"There was." Ygritte was bold enough to say in words that were barely above a whisper. She couldn't help revel in the feel of his lips on her flesh while her palm smoothed across his waist and around to the muscular lines in his back. That heat began to grow again between her legs.

They had been together since she arrived, intimately. But this time felt far more.. well, there was simply no describing it. Circumstances had been what they were in their world. But here, they could love each other. Without reservation. Without threat. He could be hers completely. And she could be his.

There was nothing kept between them now.

Ygritte opened her eyes and hummed a soft, short note in agreement. "Our reason now is to do what we were supposed to do before. Live. Do ya remember when I told ya that?"

"Aye, I remember. I remember it now just as well as when you told it to me." Jon pulled her closer, slid his palm down to cover her heart. He could feel it beat against the palm of his hand and he kissed her forehead, holding her close to him.

"Ygritte, I never want to let you go. I never want to be in a moment without you, I want to live like this, with you, and never want to think about anything but this for the rest of my life. I want to press you down under me, feel you under me and feel your nails in my skin and know that there's nothing between us."

Honestly, she had to wonder. Now that Ygritte had been made to understand the way time worked in this mysterious place, she half wondered up until that moment if Jon had thought about her. Or whether he tried to force her from his mind. She knows what she would have done had it been him who died. But hearing his words and the way his touches and kisses were so affectionate gave her pause from any further thought on that subject.

She leaned in closer, only pulling back after the tender gesture to her forehead to give Jon a grin. "Ya didn't strike me the type to be all poetic." she teased quietly, letting a breath out against his lips as she caught them again in hers.

"But that's exactly what I want. Right here."

"It's not poetry." Jon got a little nervous when it came to pretty words, mostly because he wanted to give them to Ygritte but he was afraid that if he did, she'd laugh at him and mock him for them. Still, she didn't seem to be doing either of those things right now. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, worrying her lower lip between his teeth and when he pulled away, it was bright red and a little swollen.

"It's just how I feel for you. It's just truth, Ygritte, because the only thing I ever give you is truth. I'm always honest with you. You're the only one that I can be this open with."

It was that truth that forced things as they happened. Before, she wouldn't have believed him. But plenty had happened since that proved that maybe Westeros wasn't the place where they could be together. Jon was destined to follow a path. Not her.

Yet, it hurt, in the end, that she couldn't be part of his life there. Here was a different story, however.

After the next kiss, Ygritte stared deeply into his eyes. "For as long as this place keeps us here? Will you be true to me and only me, Jon Snow?"

She needed to know. He had told her things before and he went back on them. He chose the Night's Watch over her. But could she really blame him? Yes, her stubborn soul could. Only her heart couldn't.

"Aye, I will. I wouldn't have any other. Who could I have that would compare to you anyway, Wildling?" Ygritte was the only woman he'd ever had and Jon had no desire to have another. The way she moved with him, the way she sparked fire in him when all he thought he had was ice - he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

He kissed her again, deep, and when he did he slid a hand down to cup her breast through the strange garment that they had been given to wear in this place. It was like nothing he'd ever seen Ygritte in before, so unlike her furs and buckskins, but suited her all the same.

"I need you," he murmured, voice hot against her skin. "I need you now."

The rhetorical question got a mock look of disbelief from Ygritte, but a half smile returned to her lips as her eyes dropped to his, watching the way he said the words until Jon claimed her mouth in another kiss. This time it was as if nothing mattered except the two of them.

And really, nothing did.

"So are you telling me you want to live again, Snow?" she spoke breathless, fingers already beginning to cinch and gather the material of his shirt again, tugging it up to remove it. She needed him just as much, if not more.

Too much time had passed and for every fear Ygritte had in the moments before her death of whether he would forget her, the last several proved right then and there told her Jon didn't.

Or, simply wouldn't.

"I want to live with you."

Jon wanted to burn with her, to feel her pressed up against him so that all that mattered in the world was what lay between them and nothing else existed. He wanted to push away the concerns, the burdens and only focus on what he wanted for once.

"I want there to be nothing but the two of us, here and now, the world be damned."

The words barely left his lips before Ygritte was pushing him back and kissing him again, hands making quick work of pushing his coat back over his shoulders. Sure, it was chilly but nothing that they weren't used to.

She wanted it, too; to be his, and him to be only be hers. Everything that was wouldn't be where they were now. Here.

And when all the air had left her lungs, she pulled back and opened her eyes to lose herself in his. "Then let us live." Ygritte told him, voice trembling while she slowly grabbed his shirt up and over his head.

There was a slight chill in the air but Jon hardly noticed it, not when Ygritte was warm and soft in his lap. When she pulled his shirt off he reached for her, pulled her own shirt up and off so he could press against her bare skin.

Even if he could be with her every morning and every night between now and the end of time it wouldn't be enough. He felt made for her, in some ways, and as his hands slid down her shoulders and pulled her up close to him, as his lips met hers for a fierce kiss, he knew that this place would be a happy one for him in spite of any hardship he might endure.

He had her.

Nothing really mattered in that moment. Only them. For whatever reason they were brought there, Ygritte was convinced it was because she deserved a second chance; a life where all the politics and reputations, all the differences and war were set aside for something she knew nothing about.

Happiness.

Her own hands moved to his face, cupping it to keep Jon as close as possible even despite the fact they couldn't get any closer without ridding themselves of the rest of the clothing they were; a problem Ygritte was quickly becoming annoyed with. That much was obvious when both hands then dropped between them and to the waist of his pants eagerly.

"Hardly the first time we've been together in the cold," Jon said, words hanging in the air between them, visible bits of steam to remind them of how cold it was and how warm it was between them. In her arms, he never felt cold. The world didn't matter here in this place with her.

His hands slid up, cupped her breasts and his mouth touched against hers in another fierce, desperate kiss.

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