My first Jonsa and GOT fic, so here we go.

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Delicate

She was home, but it didn't feel like home. The walls of the dark hallway stretched out before her, never ending. Somewhere, deep inside her gut, Sansa could feel that something was wrong. She turned away from the long hall and was surprised to see that there were no doors around her, just another dark hallway that never seemed to end. She tried to remain calm, taking deep breaths as she wrapped her arms around her bare shoulders, a chill in the air surrounding her.

"Sansa…"

She heard her name, like a whisper, and her stomach began to twist in knots and she turned to look for the source. It was in the voice of someone who had been long dead.

"Sansa…."

She backed against the wall, her head reeling as she tried to find him. Suddenly, there he was, standing at the end of one of the dark hallways. She didn't have to see his face to know who it was.

"Joffrey." She let out in terrified whisper. She straightened up, he had no power over her anymore. "You can't hurt me," she said, her voice gaining strength, "you're dead."

He took a step towards her, a long sword in his hand, dragging against the stone ground. The moonlight caught his face as he got nearer. Sansa gasped in horror as she saw his pale face and blood red eyes narrowed in on her. There was a dangerous hunger there.

"I have come for your head, just like your traitorous father." He said as he began to pick up his pace.

Sansa caught his twisted grin as he started running full force at her, raising his sword over the golden crown of thorns glittering on his head. Sansa didn't hesitate a moment longer as she turned and started running down the hallway, occasionally throwing glances over her shoulder as Joffrey's manic laugh rang through the halls.

"You're not real." She said as she closed her eyes, her breathing ragged from running. "You're dead, I watched you die."

"You'll be dead soon, my love." He said as he reached out and grabbed her.

Sansa screamed as she ducked from the swing of his sword and pulled herself from his clutches. She stumbled backwards and strong arms grabbed onto her. She turned and her heart plummeted into her stomach as the face of Ramsey Bolton smiled down at her.

"Hello Sansa, my beautiful wife, you've finally come home to me."

Sansa sat up in bed, her chest heaving with great effort. It took a moment in the light of the smoldering embers for her to realize to she was safe in her bed. Safe in Winterfell. Joffrey was dead. Ramsey was dead. She was still her. She hastily wiped the few tears that had ran down her cheeks away, but she couldn't stop her heart from practically bursting from her chest. She felt something nudge her hand and she looked down to see Ghost nuzzling her.

"I am glad to see that I am not alone." She said as she scratched behind his ears.

She had taken a strong liking to the dire wolf since the Battle of the Bastards. The night before the battle after she and Jon had argued Ghost had come trotting into her tent hours later. She knew Jon had sent him to protect her and the dire wolf took his job seriously. When Littlefinger had arrived with the Knights of the Vale, Ghost bared his teeth, snarling and taking a defense position slightly in front of her. Sansa had to admit she liked watching Littlefinger squirm uncomfortably on his horse as he looked down at Ghost.

Since then the dire wolf was at her side almost more than he was at Jon's. It made her miss Lady, but she was happy to have a new companion to walk with when Jon was busy with royal duties. Jon. The thought of her half brother sent a wave of calm through her. They had never been close when they were younger. She never treated him like part of the family, and she felt guilty for that even though he had easily forgiven her. As far as she knew they were all they had left of their family. They spent a lot of time together, walking and talking, or sometimes they would just sit by the fire, Jon reading some letters or books and Sansa working on a new tunic for him to wear or a dress for herself.

She hated to admit she had started to develop some sort of feelings for him. He was her brother after all. Half brother. Some part of her brain reminded her. With Jon it was easy. Yes, they disagreed sometimes, but he was open and honest with her, respecting and asking for her opinion on important matters. It mad her feel valuable and important. Something she hadn't felt for a long time. She remembered what her father had said a long time ago…

"When you're older, I will make you a match with someone that is worthy of you. Someone who is brave, gentle, and strong."

Jon was all of those things. He was brave and strong when faced with battles and hard decisions, but he had shown her his gentle side. She loved watching him smile, especially when he was smiling at her. It was a rare treat to see his whole face light up. She never had those moments with Joffrey and certainly not with Ramsey. The thought of both of those men put her nightmare on full blast. She felt the walls closing in on her. She needed some air.

She quickly got out of bed, slipping on some light slippers and grabbing a fur cloak before opening the door and starting for one of the many balconies to get some air. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she looked down the dark hallways, expecting to see Joffrey or Ramsey to be waiting for her. The hallways were their normal length and there was no one standing in the darkness. She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out, Ghost right behind her.

"You coming too, then?" She asked as she reached down and gave him another pet.

Ghost silently followed her. It was like having Jon by her side and she felt safe. A small smile crept to her face as she stepped out in cold, early morning air.

Jon laid in bed, his eyes wide open as he tried to control his breathing. Another nightmare. No matter how many horrible things he had bravely faced in his life, when they slipped into his nightmares he felt defenseless and scared. He felt less like a king and more like a small boy wishing his mother was there to comfort him. On some nights he was able to get a dreamless sleep, but recently he had not been so lucky. It could have been the stress of his new title or the impending war to come with the Night King, whatever it was, it was getting to him.

This time the nightmare started with the men of the Nights Watch stabbing him, but it was different from the ones he had had before. Their faces were dead and their eyes blue. They were part of the dead that were coming for them all. The last to stab him was Ramsey Bolton. His rotted face smiled as he pulled Jon closer, the blade digging deeper into his stomach.

"Thank you for returning Lady Bolton to me." He said in a ragged whisper. "I have missed her company in my bed."

Jon wanted to strangle the man, his hands balling into fist as he tried to hit Ramsey, but his body was failing him. He fell to the ground, but before he fell into the black he could see Ramsey reach out for a figure with fiery, red hair...

Jon couldn't take the silence anymore. He quickly sat up and swung his legs out of bed, throwing on whatever clothing items were closes to him. He was slightly perturbed that Ghost was nowhere to be seen, with a heavy sigh he realized Ghost had been sleeping in another room as of late. A small, soft smile came to his lips as he knew exactly where Ghost was. He remembered when he had talked to his dire wolf, giving him very clear instructions before the Battle of the Bastards.

"I need you to protect Sansa while I'm gone." He said as he ran his fingers through Ghost's white fur. "And if I don't come back-" He broke off as Ghost gave a soft whine, "If I don't come back I'm trusting you stay by her side and protect her for as long as you can."

This all came after their argument after the battle plans had been made. He had promised Sansa that he would never let Ramsey touch her. He had promised to protect her.

"If Ramsey wins tomorrow, I am not going back there alive. You hear me?"

The words cut him deeper than he had let on. He thought he was supposed to feel that way because she was his half sister. It was his job to watch over her, but he couldn't help, but feel a little something more. The thought of her not being in this world just when they had been reunited hurt him more than he could say. It drove him to walk into Melisandre's tent and ask something of her.

"If I fall tomorrow, don't bring me back."

He didn't want to live in a world without Sansa. She seemed to refuse his request, stating the Lord of Light had some sort of purpose for him. When he was first brought back he hated it. He had tried to do the right thing and he was betrayed by his brothers of the Night Watch for it. He still shuddered when he ran his fingers over the scars. He felt without a purpose, lifeless, not knowing where to go next. It wasn't until Sansa showed up at Castle Black that he felt like he was truly alive again. Seeing her standing in the yard, snow falling softly as men murmured around them, made him feel like he was in a dream. Sansa was alive, after everything that had gone on in the mad world beyond the wall, she was alive. There was a moment when they had just stared at each other before Sansa had crashed into his arms. It was home.

Whatever animosity had gone on between them when they were children was long gone. Being with Sansa was the closes he had felt to true happiness in a long time. Another red headed beauty popped into his mind and he smiled sadly. He wondered what Ygritte and Sansa would have thought of each other. He could hear her sultry voice in his mind.

"Jon Snow loves those girls whose hair has been kissed by fire."

He chuckled slightly. He had a good feeling they would have gotten along just fine. He shrugged his fur coat on and headed out into the castle. Just walking in the cold, night air had already made him feel better. He wondered the halls for a few moments before heading to one of his favorite spots that would give him a lovely view of the surrounding area and a great look at the stars. He stopped when he heard someone talking around the corner. Who else would be up this late? He stepped closer to the corner, straining his ears to hear.

"I never thought I would miss the snow," he heard a soft voice say, "but being away from it for so long reminded me of how beautiful it truly is. Snow is peaceful and quiet."

A smile crept up to his lips when he recognized that voice. He turned the corner and saw Sansa leaning down to brush snowflakes out of Ghost's fur.

"No point in tryin' to keep him clean." Jon said as he walked over to where they were standing. "He loves to roll around in the snow."

His voice startled her, but she broke into a grin when she realized who had spoken. Jon felt his heart skip a beat. He loved her smile.

"What are you doing out here?" She asked as she straightened up, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"I could ask you the same question." He said.

He watched as her face fell and he wanted to reach out for her, but refrained from doing so. Recently he had been a bit careless about hiding his feelings about her. They had lingering looks, touches that lasted moments longer than normal, and he always caught himself starring at her whenever she was in the room.

"Excuse me for saying this, my lord," Ser Davos had said one evening, "but people are going to start thinking you like Lady Sansa as more than just family if you keep looking at her like that."

Since then he had tried to tone it down, but Sansa didn't make it easy. The more time they spent together the more Jon felt himself falling for her.

"I just had a silly nightmare that is all." Sansa said quietly. "I just needed some air."

Her voice brought him out of his thoughts and he frowned at her. Nightmares weren't silly. He knew she was just trying to be brave and strong, but he also knew what she had gone through.

"Sansa," He said as he moved closer to her, "you don't have to be embarrassed about having a nightmare." She looked at him, her eyes piercing him. "You've been through a lot."

"Nothing compared to you." She said with a murmur as she looked away from him.

"It's not a competition you know," Jon said, catching her attention again, "who's had the shittier life? I don't want to win that prize." He saw a smile grace her lips and he couldn't help, but reach out and grab her arm to comfort her. "What matters is that we survived it all and now we're here together."

Sansa felt a flutter of nerves when Jon had touched her. Sometimes she felt like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to this terrible reality.

"Does the King of the North get nightmares as well?" She asked wondering if he was out here for the same reason she was.

Jon thought about lying. He didn't want to appear weak in front of Sansa. Kings don't get nightmares. Kings are brave. Kings are strong. Kings know how to lead people without being followed by the hauntings of their past. He met Sansa's blue eyes and could see understanding and openness. With Sansa he didn't have to be King of the North or a bastard's son. He was Jon. Just Jon. His favorite person to be.

"Aye, I did." He finally said after a moment.

"I'll share mine if you share yours." Sansa offered. Somehow she knew that sharing their fears would make them feel better. She didn't want to be alone in this fight and she knew with Jon should could face anything the world threw at her.

They took turns talking about their nightmares. Jon went first. Sansa still found it incredible that Jon had actually died and was brought back to life. For what purpose was unsure, but she was glad to have found him at the wall. A small, selfish part of her thought maybe he had come back for her, but she knew that Jon played a bigger part in the wars to come. She hated the idea of Jon not existing. She would most certainly be lost without him. She shuddered when he mentioned Ramsey and that made her launch into her own nightmare.

Jon couldn't help the anger that overcame him as Sansa retold her nightmare. The way Joffrey and Ramsey had treated her, well, they deserved what they got in the end. At least he was able to land a few punches in on Ramsey before his end. He instinctively moved closer to Sansa as he heard her breath quicken and saw her hands beginning to shake. Ghost was on her other side, nuzzling his head into her legs. Sansa could feel that Jon had moved closer to her, and she felt herself calmed by his presence.

"Well, aren't we a pair?" Jon said after she had finished.

Sansa laughed slightly, trying to blink tears away from her eyes. "Seems that Ramsey hasn't fully left Winterfell yet."

"He will." Jon said seriously as he gave Sansa a gentle look. There was a peaceful silence between them as they shared a smiled. They both looked up at the falling snow as Ghost howled softly into the night.

"You kept your promise, you know?" Sansa said after a moment.

Jon looked away from the night sky and gave her a confused look. He had made a lot of promises in his life and he seemed to be rather good at breaking them, no matter how hard he tried.

"You said you would never let Ramsey touch me again and that you would protect me." Sansa said as she reached out for Jon's hand. Her cold fingers found his and she was pleasantly surprised to feel how warm his rough hands were.

"I meant what I said." Jon said as he let his fingers intertwine with hers. "As long as I live I will make sure no one hurts you."

"I know." Sansa breathed, moving closer to him.

Jon turned, his eyes falling to her lips, and he could see Sansa inching towards him. He started to lean in, his free hand moving to grasp the back of her neck as they both began to close their eyes. The sound of Ghost growling interrupted whatever moment they were about to have and they both turned to see him looking at one of the doorways to the castle. They could hear the sound of two people talking grow closer to where they were standing.

"The guards must be doing their rounds." Jon said, disappointed as he looked at Sansa, his cheeks almost as red as her hair.

"It is starting to feel rather cold out here." Sansa breathed, but she didn't let go of Jon's hand.

"Allow me to escort you back to your room then." Jon said with a smile as he gave her hand a small squeeze. "Come on, Ghost." He called to his dire wolf as he and Sansa started for her room.

They walked in a comfortable silence, their fingers still intertwined. Sansa couldn't stop thinking about their almost kiss. She had been trying so hard to suppress her feelings, but they had continued to grow the more she spent time with Jon. She had never thought that they could be anything more than they already were and she certainly never thought Jon reciprocated those feelings. But Jon had leaned in. Jon had wanted to kiss her. The thought sent shivers down her spine. She needed to be brave.

They reached Sansa's door much too quickly to Jon's dismay. Jon dropped her hand as she pushed open the door, Ghost silently trotted inside. Sansa turned to look at Jon and they started at each other for a long moment. Jon didn't want to leave. He wanted to recreate that moment in the snow when they had almost kissed, but he didn't know what to do. For all of his skills on the battlefield he seemed to be useless when it came to girls.

"Well, goodnight then, Sansa." Jon said somewhat sadly.

"Goodnight, Jon." Sansa responded softly.

Jon gave her a small smile and a nod of his head before he turned away. Sansa hesitated at her door for a moment as she watched him walk away.

"Jon-"

Jon stopped and turned to look at Sansa. He could just make her out in the torch lit hallway. She was leaning against the door and she looked soft and angelic, but there was a fire in her eyes, one that Jon would let consume him if she permitted.

"I don't think I want to be alone just yet," she said with a steady voice, "will you stay with me?"

Jon's face broke into a grin. Sansa felt her heart skip a beat as he turned and headed back towards her. She shut the door and Jon started working on a fire. He laid his fur coat over top of hers and started to warm his hands, giving Ghost a gentle pet as his dire wolf came over and nuzzled him. Sansa got back into bed, admiring Jon's silhouette in the light of the fire. After a moment he stood up and turned, catching Sansa looking at him. He started to pull out a chair, not knowing where else to sit.

"Jon, come sit on the bed." Sansa said with an exasperated sigh.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he hesitated between the bed and the chair.

"Yes, of course." Sansa said as she moved over to make room for him.

Jon climbed into the bed next to Sansa and after a pointed look he finally relaxed. Sansa scooted closer, laying her head on his shoulder. Jon felt a rush of heat run through his body that wasn't from the fire.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." Sansa said after a few moments. "Curled up by the fire, safe in Winterfell."

Jon wished that as well, but they both knew what was waiting for them outside of Winterfell's walls. "Maybe someday it can be like this."

"If we survive." Sansa said as she cuddled into Jon. Maybe if she held onto him he would never have to leave.

"We will." Jon said without hesitation. He knew he shouldn't be saying words that might not come true, but he couldn't bear to imagine the alternative.

"How?" Sansa asked as she looked up at him. "If we're not worried about the White Walkers then we will have to worry about Cersei and her golden lions coming for us."

"Because we're the wolves of Winterfell," Jon said as he gazed at her with fiery determination that sent chills down her spine, "and the time of the wolves has come. Winter is here."

Sansa held her breath as she looked at Jon. This is the Jon she would follow to the ends of the world for. This is the Jon that was King of the North. This is the Jon she was falling so deeply for…

Be brave, Sansa, be brave.

Sansa knew it was now or never. She reached up, her fingers wrapping around the collar of his tunic, pulling him towards her. Her lips found his easily and she felt her whole body tingle as Jon pulled her closer, kissing her like it was their last moment together. Jon was surprised by her boldness, but melted into her immediately. He had forgotten what it was like to want someone as much as he wanted Sansa. He forgot what it was like to have that first kiss, the tension breaking and the feel of complete and utter happiness. They broke apart both looking at each other with a bit of shock at what had just happened, but both were smiling.

"That was…" Jon started.

"Amazing." Sansa finished a little breathless.

Jon laughed. He didn't know what to say se he kissed her again, this time slowly and full of passion. While he hungered to taste every bit of her, he wanted to take his time. Sansa deserved the world and he wanted to give it to her. Sansa wrapped her arms around him, her fingers running through his dark curls. They broke apart again, their foreheads leaning against each other, their eyes still closed.

"We don't have forever." Sansa breathed. For a moment timed ceased to exist and the dangers that surrounded them were forgotten.

"We'll make time." Jon said as he opened his eyes to look at her.

Sansa opened her eyes. There was a vulnerability and a gentleness to Jon she had never seen before. Her heart melted and she wanted to give him everything, but some small part of her wanted to take it slow. She knew Jon would understand. She knew he would wait for her.

"Time of the wolves." Sansa said with a smile as she repeated Jon's words.

Jon laughed as he kissed the top of her head. They snuggled down into Sansa's bed, their arms wrapped around each other. Jon ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes watching the fire dance. They soon both fell into a peaceful sleep, holding each other, as the snow fell softly outside.

So I have fallen into the Jonsa fandom, so uh, here's my contribution to it haha. I just wanted something short and sweet because you don't get that in GOT amirite? Anyway, I think they just have more chemistry than him and Dany (not that I don't like Dany). Just the writing was not very convincing for JonxDany. It seemed very rushed IMO, but hey we all have our otps, right? Anyway, if you like it leave a review! Thanks!

(And yes the title is after the Taylor Swift song, I think it fits them really well)

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