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Feeling her small hands press into his chest, feeling the push she gives, Jon moved back in the direction she was guiding him in. His heart was racing when his back touched the wall behind him, a smile on his lips before she kisses him. The shape of her lips against his still felt so right, so completing and fulfilling. He could kiss her for hours, kiss her until the sun set and again until the sun rose. These stolen kisses, these moments where they could just forget the rest of the world and it be just the two of them…
Nothing else in the world mattered but her when the two of them were together. He could forget the weight of being the King in the North, he could forget the coming of the Night’s King. He could forget all the pain and the heart ache the world had brought for him. All that mattered was her, and how happy he could make her.












