Summary + Authors note:

Sansa one drunken night seduces Jon, and when they wake up they have to face the consequences this means. The fact they are siblings, and that Jon soon has to take a wife. Will it be some Northern lady? Or the dragon queen? What complication arises as their one-night accident turns to them exploring the darkest depths of their humanity as they discover their less then brother and sisterly love. This takes place several months after the last show. So this follows the tv series not so much the books.

Sansa's bare feet tapped against the cold stone floor of the hall, the light from her candle cascading against the walls like a golden ocean. Her breath was heavy, and her head foggy from the wine. She kept thinking back to the feast, to Jon, to the Lord's, to the laughter… to his smile. She didn't know why as of late she found herself jealous over the swooning over the young lasses in Winterfell, it was to be expected. She stopped and leaned against the wall trying to get control of her vision.

Sansa was usually more in control of herself, but lately her nightmares had grown stronger. No amount of archery lessons, needle work, or castle chores could keep her busy enough to push away the pain she suffered at the hands of her husband in that castle. Sansa pushed herself off the wall, something coming over her, she was seeing red as she found herself knocking on the large wooden door.

"Sansa?" Jon asked groggily, she could tell he too was overcome with the wine fever. She didn't know why she was at her brother's door, "are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said stumbling back a step, Jon grabbed her arm to catch her but she had already dropped her candle, the cold stone snuffing out its bright light. Sansa's arms flung around his neck to catch herself.

"Sansa, let me get you back to your room," Jon said holding her up but he was taken by surprise when she pushed him back, "what are you doing?"

"Shhhh," Sansa closed the door behind her before looking up at him, the pale moon lighting the room through his open window, "Jon… do you love me?"

"Aye," he said, his face turning into one of confusion, "what's wrong?"

"I don't know," she whimpered. She felt something strange inside of her. Always watching the girls her age flirting and kissing boys, she was robbed of this. She trusted Jon not to hurt her, so maybe this was why she felt the need to be in his room. She stepped towards him, Jon went to grab her hand to study her but was surprised to find her lips on his. She could taste the heavy wine on his breath, it matched hers. He tried to push her away but she had a firm grasp.

"Sansa I'm your brother," Jon said finally freeing himself of her. He couldn't deny he hadn't caught himself staring at her a time or too, once caught a glimpse of her changing, another time in a bath. She was a woman, and she finely made. But he always pushed any bad thoughts away, because she was his half-sister.

"Jon," she said looking at him with a strange longing he recognized in Ygritte. She had never shown before any signs of this kind of affection. Sure, they spend a lot of time together but it never ended in anything more than holding hands or innocent hugs. Had he given her some kind of signal? "You're not my brother…"

"Why do you say that?" Jon asked as he watched a fire light in her eyes once more, no more confusion, a carnal desire took over as she rushed him, her arms around his neck and her lips on his. She was so soft and warm, she smelled like vanilla and lavender, her lips were gentle and pouty, her body felt good pressed against his. Before he knew it his arms were around her, his hands in her hair desperately grasping for something he didn't realize he was missing.

"Jon," she whimpered as her hands fumbled at the laces to his tunic. He tried to stop her but she was a force to be reckoned with at that moment, he couldn't stop her even if he really wanted to. Her breathe reeked of alcohol, "I want you…"

"You've got the wine fever, Sansa, you'll regret this in the morning," he said as she lifted his shirt over his head. She then shoved him harder than intended as he fell onto his bed.

"I'll worry about that in the morning," she said climbing on top of him.

"Sansa," he grabbed her wrists turning her over, not realizing he was now between her legs, her hands held above her head. He stared down at her, and at that moment he didn't see his sister… he didn't see right or wrong, he didn't see Ned Starks daughter. He saw a beautiful woman full of desire for him, a desire for him he hadn't felt before. He could feel her body vibrate beneath him. He freed one of his hands and ran it down her body. He shuttered, breathing heavily, a battle fighting inside of him.

"Please, Jon, I've never wanted it before, please," she begged almost in tears. It was at that moment he realized she had never truly made love or felt the pleasure of a man's loving touch, "I want it so badly. I want you. I feel safe with you."

"Sansa," he rested his head on hers breathing deeply, the wine taking over his better judgement, realizing that she could never be safer then she was with him. He couldn't resist Sansa anything before, and he couldn't resist her now. He flipped her over onto her stomach, and began to unlace her dress. He then lifted her and slowly ran his hand over her body as he lifted the dress up and over her head. He was surprised by the quick reaction his cock had to Sansa's naked pale body… she trembled in both nerves and excitement bellow him.

"Don't stop," she whispered, feeling his hesitation. His eyes met hers, his loose curls falling onto his forehead as he gazed down at her. She was beautiful. She was perfection. She was a craving and a desire he hadn't realized he wanted… he wanted badly. How had their months of spending time together turned to this, were they now as sick and perverse as the Lannister scum they planned to destroy. Her hand gently traced the scars on his abdomen, his skin shuddered beneath the touch. His eyes closing as his body filled with ecstasy.

There was no turning back now. His body lowered onto her as his body grinded against hers, waking the senses in their bodies. He decided if they were going to cross those boundaries, he'd make sure she would have an experience that would wash away all others. He started to back up but as she began to protest, assuming he was leaving her, he placed a kiss on her stomach and looked up at her.

"Do you trust me, Sansa?" he asked, his deep voice smooth and velvety as if it was surrounding her in clouds and pretty things.

"I do," she squirmed beneath him biting her lip as he laid a trail of kisses down her bare stomach until he came to be between her legs.

It was a strange surprise that made her squeak when she felt his tongue slide onto her womanhood. He grinned as he could tell she was very surprised. He did not stop, he continued to lick, nibble, and kiss her bud until it blossomed and grew inflamed… Sansa couldn't hold back the moans of confusion and joy. Jon's hands hooked and caressing her smooth thighs as he gently attacked her clit until finally her excitement drenched his lips.

Sansa laid there breathlessly trying to understand what had just happened, the amazing feeling that had coursed through her. He laid more kisses up her body as he came back to face her, for a moment he forgot who she was he had been as lost in the moment as she was. She pulled his mouth to hers, hungry for his lips, hungry for more. He now felt his own hunger and his own need as he was back between her legs, he slowly inserted himself into her, enjoying the sound of her moans. He was surprised how quickly he had finished, how badly he wanted her, his seed spilling inside of her as each thrust within her brought him closer and closer to his own release.

Jon laid there on top of her for a moment, both their bodies exhaling roughly from the workout as well as the alcohol. Sansa wrapped her legs around him, he took her hand in his and kissed her palm. A part of him knew he shouldn't feel that happy, that at peace, that he shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as he did. He was confused by the sudden tears in Sansa's eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" Jon tried to move off of her but she tightened her grip.

"Not at all, the opposite, I never knew that's what it could be like," Sansa wiped the tears away ashamed of them. Jon just smiled and kissed her under her eyes. He traced the shape of her face, noticing little details he hadn't before, "so safe…"

"You are always safe with me, I'll always protect you," Jon said studying her face. She studied him in return wondering how she never noticed growing up how handsome Jon Snow was. At first she thought her drunken idea to be with Jon was out of pure curiosity and he was the only man she felt safe with, but at that moment she realized she had been feeling more pure feelings for her bastard brother. It had started out in small moments small thoughts, but she always buried it down, like the first time she saw him at Castle Black, like It was the first time she had ever seen him before. A handsome King like god.

"I know," she responded as he lay his head down on her bare chest. Together they fell asleep like this.

The sun rose, and with it so did Jon. He looked down to see his Sansa beneath him. Jon quickly rolled over putting his hands in his hair as he remembered what they had done the night before. FUCK, Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck me! What the fuck did I do? Jon's inner demons where now tearing him apart like flesh from a bone. Everything came back in flashes and pieces, he then remembered the things he did… the things I did, I did to my… sister! Jon tried to hold back his moan not wanting to wake Sansa. It dawned on him then that soon the castle would rise and with it the maids. If she was not back in her room, gossip would spread.

"Sansa," he said awkwardly, causing her to wake up. She shot up like a bullet holding the sheets over her as she looked around.

"Oh Seven Gods…. I didn't, we didn't…" Sansa muttered frantically looking around at the messed up bed, to her naked half-brother, and her naked self, "oh sweet mother we did…"

"Now's not the time to panic, if you're not in you chambers…" Jon mentioned softly. She then caught his drift and perked up quick grabbing her clothes and dressing.

"I'm sorry," was all she could mutter as she ran to the door. She glanced back to watch him staring at her, confusion also on his face, but she didn't linger long, she quickly turns to run down the hall. Once in her room, Sansa leaned against her door… memories from the night before swirling back into her hungover head. The way he made her feel… the things her body did when he touched her. Sansa shuttered at the thought. She knew she would have to face him, but for a while she was going to hide in her room.

Authors note: this was a quick something I thought of. Its going to get complicated now as they search their feelings and must face each other while remaining an normal appearance. With new suitors means jealousy will begin to arise.