started a new wip where jonsa fuck while thinking they're half-siblings and sansa's never been more relieved to learn jon's her cousin than she is after two months w no period
tw implied half-sibling incest
Sam has laid the papers out in front of them, hands wringing nervously in front of his stomach. He'd been reluctant to speak in front of anyone but Jon alone, but Jon had insisted.
Now, Jon sits staring blankly at his hands, gaze unseeing.
Ayra is saying something to Sam, arguing, but Sansa's eyes are locked on Jon, her heart beating triple time in her chest.
"Jon," Sansa say softly, ignoring Arya's tantrum.
He doesn't look up, doesn't twitch. Sansa slides from her seat to the floor, on her knees. She shuffles closer, kneeling at his feet.
"Jon," she calls again. His hands twitch. She clasps them in her own, "Jon I knowā I know this is difficult," she swallows hard, "but we are <i>cousins</i>."
"Stop saying that!" Ayra yells.
Sansa ignores her, her gaze locked on Jon's face, his bowed head.
"Jon," she tries again. He doesn't seem to register it, eyes glazed. She swallows hard, closing her eyes briefly before looking back at his face. She braces, "Jon, my blood has not come."
His eyes snap up to hers, suddenly focused. He sucks in a sharp breath.
"But we are <i>cousins</i>," she says with emphasis, her eyes darting back and forth between his, "Jon, we're <i>cousins</i>."
He looks at her, lips parted.
"How long?" He asks, voice scratchy, his hand clenching around hers.
They stare at each other for a long, drawn out moment, heedless of the other three people in the room.
Jon surges forward and kisses her.
Sansa gasps against his lips before sinking into the touch, kissing him back fiercely.
Suddenly Sansa's being yanked back by her hair. She falls back onto her ass on the cold stone floor with a sharp gasp, looking up to see Arya standing above her, furious.
"What are you <i>doing</i>?!" She demands. Her chest heaves, looking between them with narrowed eyes. Her gaze lands sharply on Sansa. She spits, "He is our <i>brother</i>!"
"He is <i>your</i> brother," Sansa says, pushing herself slowly to standing beside Arya, looking down at her, "He is <i>my</i> cousin."