In the days that follow Val will not answer his questions about what happened from when he was attacked to the day that he woke up. They are on their way to Winterfell, a journey that Jon is not sure he wants to take. He does not know if he could bear to see his home as anything what it was when he left with his uncle Benjen to join the Night's Watch.
"I want to know what happened," Jon says, to Tormund, who is sitting next to the fire with him. "I have a right to know what happened to me."
Tormund grunts, neither a yes or a no. "And do you not think that she has a right, not to relive it?" He motions to where Val sat with Munda across the fire.
"One day she will have to tell me," Jon says, more so to himself than to the older man next to him.
"And one day she will."
~
The night before they are to march on Winterfell, Val comes to Jon in his furs.
She slips down into the furs, curling her body into his as his hand slides over her hip, pulling her close to him. She let's him find her mouth first, but when he does she's pliant, warm and inviting, and she licks coyly into his mouth, teeth tugging on his bottom lip. . She tastes like the elderberries he had watched her eat earlier, the dark purple juice running down her fingers and staining them. Val kisses him back, her fingers gripping the back of his neck, and pulling him closer, her tongue licking at the inside of his mouth, over his teeth. He’s quick to respond, pushing in his own tongue, thick and warm.
Her breasts are full and heavy against his chest and Jon snakes his hand up, cupping one of them. She bites her lip, quelling a moan as Jon's thumb rubs at the hardened peak of her nipple through her dress. Kissing the curve of her neck he continues, his mouth ghosting over the swell of her breasts, his body aches as he moves down her body but he can't seem to stop himself, not now. He sucks on her nipple from beneath her shift and Val holds him there with a hard breath, a hand clenched in his thick curly hair, the other reaching for him.
He moves back up her body, a knee between her thighs now as he holds himself over her, their mouthes still nursing at one another, but his hand fits tight between them, fingers sliding slick over her, his thumb finding her clit.
“Jon…” Val’s voice is tight, and her fingers grasp for purchase against his shirt, one leg sliding over his hip. “Just…come on.” She pushes her face up against his shoulder.
Val all but whines when he pulls his hand away from her, taking himself in hand to push his hips up, slipping inside her in one awkward thrust. “Gods.” He breathes, heavy against her shoulder, his arm slipping behind her, around her waist as he begins to move against her.
He can tell she’s close, with his fingers still on her as well and the pressure building, it makes her barely able to breathe as she gasps softly with each thrust. She tightens and stills against Jon, and he lets her ride it out, his breath against her ear, talking her though it until he can’t hold out any longer.
His thrusts become quicker after that, less refined, and Val holds him tighter, squeezing her legs around his waist as he shudders, spilling his seed deep inside her.
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Fill: with you upon the wind, Jon/Val (ADWD spoilers) Part II
Date: 2012-03-11 04:47 am (UTC)"I want to know what happened," Jon says, to Tormund, who is sitting next to the fire with him. "I have a right to know what happened to me."
Tormund grunts, neither a yes or a no. "And do you not think that she has a right, not to relive it?" He motions to where Val sat with Munda across the fire.
"One day she will have to tell me," Jon says, more so to himself than to the older man next to him.
"And one day she will."
~
The night before they are to march on Winterfell, Val comes to Jon in his furs.
She slips down into the furs, curling her body into his as his hand slides over her hip, pulling her close to him. She let's him find her mouth first, but when he does she's pliant, warm and inviting, and she licks coyly into his mouth, teeth tugging on his bottom lip. . She tastes like the elderberries he had watched her eat earlier, the dark purple juice running down her fingers and staining them. Val kisses him back, her fingers gripping the back of his neck, and pulling him closer, her tongue licking at the inside of his mouth, over his teeth. He’s quick to respond, pushing in his own tongue, thick and warm.
Her breasts are full and heavy against his chest and Jon snakes his hand up, cupping one of them. She bites her lip, quelling a moan as Jon's thumb rubs at the hardened peak of her nipple through her dress. Kissing the curve of her neck he continues, his mouth ghosting over the swell of her breasts, his body aches as he moves down her body but he can't seem to stop himself, not now. He sucks on her nipple from beneath her shift and Val holds him there with a hard breath, a hand clenched in his thick curly hair, the other reaching for him.
He moves back up her body, a knee between her thighs now as he holds himself over her, their mouthes still nursing at one another, but his hand fits tight between them, fingers sliding slick over her, his thumb finding her clit.
“Jon…” Val’s voice is tight, and her fingers grasp for purchase against his shirt, one leg sliding over his hip. “Just…come on.” She pushes her face up against his shoulder.
Val all but whines when he pulls his hand away from her, taking himself in hand to push his hips up, slipping inside her in one awkward thrust. “Gods.” He breathes, heavy against her shoulder, his arm slipping behind her, around her waist as he begins to move against her.
He can tell she’s close, with his fingers still on her as well and the pressure building, it makes her barely able to breathe as she gasps softly with each thrust. She tightens and stills against Jon, and he lets her ride it out, his breath against her ear, talking her though it until he can’t hold out any longer.
His thrusts become quicker after that, less refined, and Val holds him tighter, squeezing her legs around his waist as he shudders, spilling his seed deep inside her.