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It was noon and Sansa had claimed the three seater sofa for herself and her duvet, wallowing in her hangover cocoon on one side of the lounge as Arya took the two seater at the other. Robb was yet to make an appearance.
“Urrrrrgh….I feel like a furry animal died in my mouth” Arya groaned yet again, her sore head the only thing visible to Sansa - she too having encased herself in a protective fluffy swaddle of blankets.
“At least you didn’t ruin your chance with a hot guy by drunk texting him” Sansa retorted groggily, her hand slipping out from her duvet momentarily to take a tentative sip from her bottled water.
Arya snorted “oh yeah! What did you say again?”
Sansa whined at the wave of sickness washing over her, as well as the memory of re-reading what she’d sent last night “I called him ‘hot Jon’” she wailed, covering her face with her hands.
Arya burst into a renewed fit of giggles before putting on a high pitched mocking voice “niiight hottt Jonnn!”
Sansa threw her water bottle at her sister.
After lounging around for a while and then forcing some food down, Sansa showered and before sitting at her vanity to dry her hair. She glanced at Jon’s phone.
Still nothing. Great Sansa - you’ve scared him away with those texts and that ridiculous selfie!
Sansa cringed as she looked back at the photo of herself, complete with ‘duck face pout’. She only just managed to resist the urge to fling the phone across the room when it came to life with what she’d been waiting for.
“…I’ve spent the past 12 hours in bloody agony over that picture. i even let my dad talk about his boring job to distract myself from u…”
The grin that spread across her face soon started to make her cheeks ache.
Her thumbs hovered over the letters before words started to appear…
Agony? You poor thing! What on Earth can I do to make it better? 😉
….then she hastily deleted them, huffed and flung Jon’s phone down on her bed.
As she dried and fussed with her hair, Jon’s words swam in her mind, making her smile to herself all over again. Her own phone started ringing and she thanked the Gods for her friend’s timing.
“Margie!” Sansa squealed into the call, flinging herself back on her bed to stare up at the ceiling as she indulged in some girl talk.
The conversation soon got round to Sansa’s ‘hot Jon predicament’.
“Well darling” Margaery started in her husky tone “just tell him that you’ve been a terribly good girl all year in the hopes that Santa would bring something delightfully naughty for you this Christmas…”
“…then ask him if he prefers to be unwrapped slowly or if you’re allowed to rip anything?”
Sansa snorted “I can’t say that!…Besides, Christmas-based seduction never goes well for me - even when I literally spelled it out for Joff by wearing my handmade festive panties - complete with little mistoe motif right above my hoo-ha - he still didn’t get the hint!”
“Oh you’ve just had rotten luck with men sweetie….but this guy…well, I don’t know about you but he’s got a naughty little gleam in his eye…”
“Yeah” Sansa sighed “and I’ve never been with a guy with a beard before….I kind of want to stroke it” she giggled before sobering slightly. “I don’t know anything about him though…and as you said, I’m just a walking disaster when it comes to men, what with Ramsey and Joff. I don’t want to rush-“
“SANSAAAA!! MUM’S MADE LEMONCAAAAAKES!!” Arya shouted from downstairs, interrupting her conversation.
With a rumble of her stomach, Sansa quickly wrapped up her converation with Margaery and hung up the call. She bounced up off of her bed and bounded over to the doorway, hair swinging with the most amount of energy she’d had all day.
Spinning back into her room after deciding to take Jon’s phone with her, she went back to the bed to retrieve it.
Sansa’s eyes widened when she saw that the screen was alight and that the phone was on a call - with Jon.
Oh shit! I butt-dialled him?!?!
Her pulse raced as she reached for the phone and stared down at it.
Is he there? Did he hear me talking about him?! Fuck!
Sansa’s thumb hovered over the ‘end call’ button as a debate raged in her head.
Do I start talking or hang up?….DO I START TALKING OR HANG UP?!
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