"You were pretty good with that rope, eh Snow?"

Jon looked up at Ygritte as he began taking his shirt off. The dim torches hardly lit up the grotto, and Ygritte's eyes appeared to be grey rather than their usual blue.

"Not quite as good as me, of course, but that's to be expected from one untouched by the wilds."

Ygritte quickly lit more torches on the walls as she spoke, which blazed as bright as her hair by the time she had lit the last one. It had become routine for Jon and her to bathe nightly before they retired to their tent.

Jon smirked at her as he removed the rest of his clothing and slowly climbed into the pool. "Don't get any ideas, Ygritte."

Ygritte quickly followed Jon and slipped into the water in front of him. "Aw, how come? You still a maid when it comes to girls?"

Jon glared at her.

"Aw, of course you are, I forgot: 'There's been no one else, only you!'" She teased, mocking him from their previous encounter together.

"You didn't think that the first time." He remarked.

Ygritte slowly drifted closer to him, letting her hair down and allowing it to fall over her shoulders. "Well…" She began bashfully, "It certainly seemed as though you had had some practice…"

She then boldly climbed onto his lap and placed her hands around his neck. Jon inhaled sharply.

"Oh, already?" She beamed upon feeling his hard member beneath her, biting her lip and raised an eyebrow cheekily.

"Damn it, Ygritte." He huffed.

She only laughed loudly and settled her thighs around his.

"Let's talk about tomorrow."

"In this position?" Jon asked, slightly mortified at her boldness.

"Yes! I like being close to you." She said confidently, and stroked his cheek tenderly.

"And I, you." Jon grabbed her hands and stroked it with his thumb.

"So look; the villagers are taking care of the deer from tonight, as I'm sure you guessed from supper time." She licked her lips and went on.

"The hunt was very successful, even considering the stampede mishap; Orell and Tormund are impressed. They trust your skills and judgment enough to journey with you now after today. It will still be a long ways until you gain their full trust, let alone perhaps friendship, but we can worry about that another time."

Jon kept shifting uncomfortably as she continued. Ygritte was choosing to ignore his fidgeting beneath her, perhaps enjoying her teasing a little too much.

"Anyways, I've already packed our bags, and we'll be leaving at first light tomorrow. I've packed a lot of climbing gear, particularly rope, because we have to be very, very careful scaling the wall. It's very tall, but I'm sure we can make it if we –"

"Ygritte…" Jon started.

She paused and stared at him wonderingly.

"This… might be our last night together… for a very, long time."

Jon quickly second guessed himself, suddenly ignoring all of his thoughts earlier at the realization that their journey to the wall was upon them so quickly. He didn't want to go back on what he had said to Ygritte earlier, but his sense of duty began overriding his emotions. He was confused all over again, his internal battle now being spoken aloud to his lover in front of him.

"Oh, don't be dramatic, Snow."

"I'm serious. We might not make it back, I might not make it back. I have failed to keep my oath – on the penalty of death no less…" He rambled about all the possibilities he could think of.

"And you think that I would let a measly one thousand men get to you?" Ygritte scoffed. "Jon… you are one of us now. And I will keep you safe." She affectionately grabbed his cheeks in between her hands once again, and stared into his eyes with deep emotion.

"You are mine, and I will not let anyone take you from me…"

"I'm just being realistic!" Jon sharply rose his voice, frustrated at his own indecision and Ygritte's determination to save him making his choice harder bombarding him all at once. He stood abruptly, forgetting that Ygritte was still attached to his waist. She yelped as the warm water fell away from her and the cool gust from the grotto opening hit her bare backside.

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry!" She gasped, holding onto his chest and shoulders for balance as she swung her legs back around.

Suddenly Jon was tightly pressed against her. She paused and couldn't help but look Jon up and down once her feet had landed in the bottom of the pool. Ygritte had seen him – all of him – plenty of times over the past few days, but the way her heart fluttered and how her thighs warmed now, it felt as though it was the first time.

Jon sighed. "No, I'm sorry. Forget it… let's just finish our bath." He said exasperated.

Jon saw that Ygritte was unmoving, and now biting the edge of her lip.

"What…?"

He stood suggestively, unbeknownst to him, and had inadvertently thrust his pelvis out making him very inviting. His muscles were flexed and at his sides.

Jon looked down, now hyper aware of how much he was sticking out. Embarrassed, he blushed crimson red.

"Oh no…"

"You really can't tell when a girl wants you?" Ygritte spoke softly.

"We shouldn't… We're already tired from today, and we'll be needing sleep soon…"

Ygritte seductively advanced and placed a hand over his now exposed tip. She shook her head, laughing, and then murmured. "You really do know nothing, Jon Snow."

Jon convulsed from the sudden warmth that enveloped his member, now rock hard from both arousal and the cold wind.

"Ahh…" He moaned. Ygritte silenced him with a kiss.

Ygritte began rubbing her hand up and down Jon's shaft slowly. Jon's dark eyes shot up and were met by wild red hair and pale blue eyes. His lips parted in shock of the sensation of fire and ice coming together, a feeling as mixed as his emotions (which were now gradually subsiding as they were being replaced with intense arousal…). His heart started beating faster and faster, and soon his tip glistened with drops of his lust for the fiery red head in front of him.

"I've been waiting for this all day, to be perfectly honest…" She whispered, nibbling at his ear.

Ygritte closed the gap between them and tilted her head up to meet him. She slowly licked his top lip before retreating again as he fervently reached for her mouth, her ass, her anything…

"Ah ah ah, not yet…" Ygritte smiled impishly at Jon.

She coyly pushed his chest away from hers with her fingertips and began to rub his cock faster. He growled at her, wanting her more than anything. The waterfall of red cascading along her face made Jon want to feel it flowing over him as he cupped her firm tits. She seemed to sense this, and presented her torso to him. He eagerly reached out and grasped at her supple breasts with both hands. Ygritte grinned up at him, humming with excitement. Her hair danced along Jon's fingers as he squeezed them.

He moaned with the touch of her flesh, thumbing at her now perky nipples, and he couldn't help but use his strength to bring her closer to him. He grabbed Ygritte's behind forcefully with one hand still on her chest, and pushed her hips into his own.

She made a small cry of enjoyment and clutched his chest with her free hand.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up like a torch. Fire swirled in her icy blue orbs, and a devilish smile began curling her lip. Jon panted with anticipation at what this fire could mean.

She bit Jon's lip and growled, "About that rope…it doesn't only have to be used for climbing you know…"

"Oh…?" And before he could say more, Ygritte had released her grip on him and splashed out of the pool. She bent down a few feet away, and quickly returned with rope that she had left in her pack from earlier that day.

She slowly walked into the pool, holding an end in one hand and the rest coiled around her other. The water acted like silk around her pale body, slowly rippling with each step she took.

"Do you trust me, Jon Snow?"

Jon gulped, simultaneously unable to resist her and yet baffled by her sheer prowess that he was unable to answer. He just nodded quickly as he stumbled back into the cool rocks from nervousness.

Ygritte stalked towards him like a feline, a predator targeting her prey. She slowly prowled into Jon's space, touching her nose to his and pressing him even further into the rocks. Without wasting another second as desire came over her, she grabbed his hands and put them above him, her breasts brushing against his chest. Jon inhaled with sudden pleasure, turned on by her dominance over him.

Ygritte skillfully tied his hands together and wrapped the other end of the rope around the top of the rock Jon had backed up against.

"Now you really are mine." She snarled. A primal urge had come over her, and she was practically gnashing her teeth as she focused on what was now hers to conquest. Jon was now completely at her mercy, and she liked it.

Jon panted with arousal, his chest rising and falling just by looking at the wild fire in front of him. Ygritte's pale skin was illuminated by the water still clinging to her body. She was a beacon in front of him, illuminated by the grotto's torches. Her damp red locks blazed a trail down her bare chest, and her ice blue eyes locked with his dark brown ones that were now hypnotized by the wily fox in front of him.

With Jon restrained, Ygritte decided to use him as she pleased. Using the section of rope hanging tautly from above, she placed her feet upon the stone behind him, and squatted onto his rock hard length.

Jon gasped and cried out at the sudden tightness as her warm folds enveloped him. She was already wet, even though he had done hardly more than kiss her, and she glided onto him easily. Her knees bent and straightened quickly with every pump onto Jon's cock, groaning with pleasure as she teased him by pulling in and out a few inches, and then taking him all inside of her. Forgetting that he was restrained, he kept struggling against the ropes to touch her, but she would grab his chin and force him onto her mouth.

"Ygritte if you keep going I'll finish right here and now…" Jon grunted as more and more pressure built up in his tip, threatening a premature release.

Ygritte abruptly stopped. She straightened her knees, and clambered weakly off of Jon. A loud sucking could be heard when she lifted her hips from his pelvis. Breathing heavily, she untied Jon's hands.

"It's your turn." She smirked and grabbed his ass, giving it a teasing pinch.

Breathless, and with his hands finally freed, Jon charged towards her and lifted her on top of him with ease. He wrapped a muscled arm around her backside and one underneath her rounded rear to support her as he lowered her onto a rocky ledge at the edge of the pool. He spread her legs apart hastily and immediately dove into her. He traced her labia with his tongue, and began rapidly flicking her clit. Ygritte cried out into delight as Jon brought her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

After a few minutes he abruptly changed pace and slowed his licking. He gently pressed his lips to the insides of his lover's thighs, smirking naughtily up at her. Ygritte growled down at his denial of her pleasure, but grinning at the expert skill his mouth possessed.

"Get inside of me. Now." She commanded.

He shook his head, and continued to lick the sweetness that had recently been around him. Ygritte complied briefly, pulling at his hair and bringing him closer to her. She began bobbing his head against her swollen clit until she was teetering on the brink of euphoria. Swiftly she put her foot on his chest to stop him. As he glanced up, his dark brown puppy-eyes shining at her, she switched the foot onto his forehead and forcibly pushed him backwards.

"Now." She demanded.

Jon was happy to oblige and too aroused to resist, and climbed on top of her. His penis was still bulging and large, derived from the pleasure he was giving his partner even without her touch. He kneeled in front of her, taking the sight of her in before he was brought down once again as soon as she had comfortably placed him inside of her.

Ygritte grit her teeth, and no longer wanting to tease Jon with her dominance, she wriggled underneath of him lovingly. Passionately she continued to bring her body into his, until she got closer and closer, feeling a trembling within her.

A hotness grew in between her thighs, and the friction of her lover against her insides became too much to control any longer.

"Oh, Oh Jon…" she whimpered.

Her legs suddenly jerked up as she finally felt release. She loudly cried out Jon's name and clawed at his back side. Vibrations erupted within her, climbing up her walls and back down again for the most blissful few seconds of her life.

She clutched at his neck and thrust her hips deeper into him as she rode out the last wave of pleasure, making sure he drained every last drop of energy that she had in her. She quivered all around him, inside and out until she could ride it out no longer. With her chest tightly pressed against Jon's, her arms tensed, and then relaxed as she finally finished. Jon put an arm around her head and gently lowered her to the floor.

He kissed her forehead, and stayed still inside of her, not wanting to cause Ygritte any discomfort as she was being brought down from her high.

But that fiery red head that he loved so much gathered her strength quickly, and was hungering for more.

"Keep going." Ygritte faintly whispered, not done with him yet.

Without another word, Jon continued thrusting into her, aiming to please his lover. Her wetness had surged all over his cock from her finale. Turned on by a clear job well done, Jon succumbed to passion and held a hand of hers while another held her round tit. He slowly rubbed himself against her, not wanting to come too quickly.

Jon moaned with every inch that went deeper and deeper inside of her. He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders, craving more warmth and more depth from her body. As hard as he tried to be loving, with the added sensation her tightness had against him he couldn't hold back any longer. Jon began furiously pounding into Ygritte, his ball sack slapping into her plump behind that she kindly lifted up from the ground for him.

"Oh Gods," he whimpered.

With one final pump, Jon stiffened, frozen solid, as he burst forth into her. He was silent for a second, but not before involuntarily wailing and falling onto Ygritte.

She quickly wrapped her legs around his backside and her arms underneath his as she slowly angled her hips up into his. He shuddered with the added depth, and overwhelmed by her softness, her tightness, her wildness, and their bodies rhythmically moving against each other's he gripped her fiercely and held her until he gushed with one final pump of semen into her tight folds seconds later.

Jon collapsed into Ygritte's neck, and murmured her name against her damp skin. Ygritte twined her slender fingers within his curled black hair, trembling with him as he finished his release.

They cling to each other's warmth for a few moments, breathing heavily. Jon weakly rose, laughed and smiled down at the wildling beneath him, brushing Ygritte's crimson blazes away from her forehead. Tenderly he kisses her forehead as she reciprocates by kissing his cheek, his neck, his shoulder…

With one last kiss, Jon pulled out, his seed spilling from Ygritte onto the rock beneath her. Seeing her shiver from lack of his body warmth against her, Jon immediately brought their furs and laid them on the ground. Ygritte smiled sweetly at him, and curled up against his chest under cover of the warm furs.

Ygritte breathed in his musky scent and sighed contentedly, placing a hand around his waist and bringing herself closer to him.

"So…ropes." Jon said tentatively, being the first to break the silence with something other than a moan for the first time in an hour.

"I could tell you liked it." Ygritte smiled smugly. "And besides – you looked good tied up like that."

Jon huffed, embarrassed at how turned on he had been, especially by a woman dominating him in the way only she could have. The only woman he would have let.

"I can feel you rolling your eyes." She taunted.

"Shut up!" He said, muffling his response in her flaming hair.

She giggled lightly at their post-coitus banter. Jon tenderly kissed her face, and held her hands against his chest.

He looked down at the wildling that was wrapped around him, intertwining her thighs in between his, and realized he had fallen in love with her. And that he wanted her, more than anything.

She was… fire. Wild and passionate and free.

And he was ice – stoic, strong, calm, and not as reckless as his paramour. But he constantly found himself somehow being frozen by her flames.