You're dangerous, ' cos you're honest.

You're dangerous, you do not know what you want.

Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot

For any spirit to haunt.

The next day she was sprawled on the bed, with her arm extended over his chest and legs intertwined. Jon stared at her for a few minutes and wondered if it should feel that normal. To sleep in the same bed was something to which they were accustomed and the sexual element didn't make it any more or less ordinary. It was just disconcerting to think that he should feel disgusted, confused and guilty for everything.

He could not find within himself any of these feelings. Arya seemed to be where she belonged. Her face was relaxed in a serene expression and almost satisfied, it was a tremendous advance. When she arrived in Juneau, it was normal to hear her mumble in her sleep and sometimes Jon would wake up with the sound of her low and persistent crying. Was it so wrong to offer her some love and acceptance when he knew exactly what that sense of abandonment felt like?

Sex was just a consequence of their relationship. Something that neither of them expected, but that eventually had fantasized in their hearts. To expect that mere fantasy would became reality was a little too hopeful, but gradually what was only idealization became tension, than physical contact, until their bodies were entwined to each other on the bed, looking for a statement that they were no longer alone in each moan.

He slipped out of bed, making sure to cover her with a heavy blanket, before seeking something to eat. He put on a pair of sweatpants and went to the kitchen.

He was faced with the mess of the place and how they had transformed the apartment into a perfect picture of chaos. Jon remembered how they had made love in each of the rooms; how she called his name every time he threatened to pull her away; how her legs always held him by the hip when she was very close to her climax.

Empty bottles tumbled over the kitchen sink, Chinese food boxes in the open trashcan, dirty dishes carelessly thrown way on the same bench that had sat Arya to get a better angle while the orgasm approached so overwhelmingly that it made Jon loose all common sense notion to the point of saying that he loved her.

Among all the elements that made that peculiar still life picture, he saw everything but condom packages and used condoms. That aroused his awareness to the risks. He didn't want to send her away; he didn't even know if I could send her back to her parents after what happened the night before, but he also didn't want to be the father of a child generated by his half sister.

He had to make a practical decision. It wasn't something he wanted to do with any girl, but had to admit it was viable solution at the moment. He got dressed hurriedly, grabbed his wallet and ran to the nearest pharmacy.

When Arya woke up there was a glass of water and a suspect tablet on the bedside table. She heard the noise of the shower being turned off and when the door opened, Jon came out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Wet hair falling over his eyes, his ever serious face, with its angular and undoubtedly masculine traits.

He looked at her embarrassed. She was still naked and lying on the bed, as if waiting for him.

"It is better for you to take it." He said pointing to the pill. Arya looked at the medicine as if she didn't understand what it was.

"What...?" She didn't have time to ask.

"We don't want accidents happen." He said practically, sitting beside her on the bed. "We were very reckless yesterday. This can't happen."

She was silent, as if pondering whether or not to take the pill. Jon seemed anxious and uncomfortable next to her and for a moment her fear was that he would send her away once she had swallowed the medicine. A foolish fear in comparison to what could happen if she didn't take it, but she understood that Jon had a good reason for wanting her to do that.

Arya put the tablet in her mouth and drank half a glass of water while Jon watched intently. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds, not knowing exactly what to do.

"You should make an appointment with a doctor." He said embarrassed.

"I'm not sick, Jon." She muttered. "Just because I slept with you it doesn't mean that I have some kind of contagious disease, so stop acting like this."

He looked at her shocked. He realized that his suggestion had sounded totally wrong and that Arya was still afraid of everything and everyone. Jon wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, burying his nose against her messy hair.

"I didn't mean that." He said as he kissed her face. "I just think that this is the responsible thing to do. To consult a doctor before you start taking pills."

"Are you saying that ..." No, he didn't want the night before to be the first and last time. He didn't want to send her away.

"We're together in this." He kissed her mouth tenderly, feeling Arya involving his neck with her arms. "Normal couples have to think of these things, And we are too young to change nappies."

You're an accident waiting to happen

You're a piece of glass left there on the beach.

Well you tell me things

I know you're not supposed to

Then you leave me just out of reach.

x -x- x -x- x -x- x - x

Arya eventually followed his advice and went to a doctor to get a prescription. The pill that Jon had insisted with her to take was effective and both were relieved to know that there was no risk of her getting pregnant. After that they became more careful.

They started to act more like a newlywed couple, living in a tiny apartment; paying bills, working, soughing out food and watching TV holding each other until one of them signed that something more exciting than a friendly game of football, or American Idol was required.

Arya turned eighteen at the end of the summer. They celebrated it with a small cake bought at a local bakery and Jon gave her a silver chain with a pendant in wolf form. She smiled with satisfaction. As children they fantasized about the animals that would like to have, however peculiar they were. While Bran wanted an eagle, Sansa a chinchilla and Robb wanted a horse, Jon and Arya always wanted wolves.

For days they lived as if the world didn't exist and doubted that there could be happiness beyond those walls. They would wake up naked and huddled close to each other's body, sleep whispering the same phrase, like a mantra, like a prayer.

I love you...I love you...

On Saturday morning, just before lunch, his cell phone rang and to his dislike the name of Ned Stark appeared on the display to remind him that there was a world beyond those walls and in that world Arya was being investigated as suspected for the death of a boy. Jon answered the phone while preparing psychologically for anything that his father had to say.

"Hello." He said, waiting for Ned Stark's voice on the other side.

"Are you both at home?" His father asked immediately. Jon got up from the couch with a start and began to get dressed in a presentable way.

"Yes, we are." He said quickly. "I mean..Arya went out to buy something, but should be on her way back already."

"Great. I just landed." Ned said seriously "Give me your address."

"What the hell are you doing in Juneau?" Jon asked immediately.

"I came to take her back home." Ned replied in a practical way. "Sansa changed her version of the statement to the police. Jeoffrey was questioned again and eventually confessed. He is being charged now. There is no reason for Arya to stay her, besides she'll have to testify next week, just to confirm the narrative of the facts."

"I doubt she wants to return." Jon said somewhat bitter.

"Don't be difficult, Jon." Ned said it in a way that Jon could almost feel sorry for him. "I know that I did you wrong, but we are a family and Arya needs us still."

"You can talk to her and try to convince her about that, but it will be useless." He said harshly. "I'll give you the address."

When Arya came home, Ned Stark was already sitting on the couch trying to maintain a minimally civilized conversation with his son. Jon was being spectacularly difficult that day and it wasn't only because of the resentment over his father, the whole life turning a blind eye to his wife's intolerance to Jon's presence in the same house where she raised her precious legitimate children.

Arya left shopping bags aside and wondered for a moment if she was happy or not with her father's presence in the apartment. Apprehension took over her and all she wanted at that moment was to run to Jon's arms in search of a little security.

To her surprise, Ned held her tight and kissed her forehead. He held her face in his hands as if searching for a scratch or any sign that she was not well. Jon turned his bewildered face away. It was no secret that Arya has always been their father's favorite daughter; the one that most resembled Eddard Stark, both physically and in temperament.

"I missed you so much." Ned told his daughter. "I shouldn't ... I shouldn't have taken so long to act."

Arya returned the hug awkwardly and immediately gave Jon a look full of meaning. Years ago he would have given anything to hear the same words from their father. Now their relationship had reached a point where the resentment and hurt were so great, that she doubted whether there was a way to restore it.

Ned explained what had happened while she was away. Her escape wasn't seen with good eyes by the police or the prosecution, but when Sansa confessed that he was being threatened by Jeoffrey to lie about what had happened on the night of the accident and that a forensic examination had established that the older Stark gilr was the victim of aggressions committed by the groom, the picture was reversed.

Eddard Stark insisted that the eldest daughter was terribly sorry about the lie, and wanted nothing but Arya's forgiveness. For some reason, Arya doubted that. Ned said that the reason for him to be there was to get her so that Arya could provide new evidence, only to confirm what Sansa had told the police, and take her back home.

"From the testimony I can't escape." Arya said with a shrug. "But I don't know if I want to go home."

"But it is your place." Ned insisted. "We miss you. Your mother can't stop talking about it. Bran is recovering and is anxious for you to see his progress. Robb is coming back too."

"What worth has a family that turns its back at me when I needed the most?" She asked with no emotion in her voice and Jon saw stamped on his father's face the pain that her words caused. "I'll go with you and I will provide my testimony, but I can't guarantee I'll stay."

"What will you do with your life after this?" Ned asked annoyed.

"Finish my studies here and maybe get into the University of Juneau." She said. "Princeton, Yale, Harvard ... I'm not the right material to these places."

"We will discuss this later." Ned said stroking her head. "I've booked our tickets. We flight tomorrow at ten in the morning."

"Where will you stay?" She asked without looking at him.

"I have a hotel booked. I think you'll have time to pack your things." Ned said.

"We'll be ready." Jon replied.

"We?" - Ned stared at his son in amazement.

Who's gonna ride your wild horses ?

Who's gonna drown in your blue sea ?

Who's gonna ride your wild horses ?

Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee ?

"I will not let her go through this alone." He said seriously. "You may be determined to take her back, but I'll make it clear that she has a choice. I'll go with you and Catelyn can go to hell, for all I care."

"Fine." Ned replied resigned. "Robb and Bran will be happy to see you again, Jon. I know you don"t think so, but you are part of the family as any of my children. I never wanted for the differences between you and Cat to make you leave home the way you did. It was your choice, but what you did in the past years was to exile voluntarily."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you." He said sharply. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have many things to sort out before boarding."

"Of course." Ned agreed. "See you tomorrow then." Ned shook his son's hand and said goodbye to his daughter with a hug before leaving the apartment.

As soon as they heard the sound of the car pulling away, Arya ran into Jon's arms, desperate for a bit of security. He returned instantly. He kissed her face until the kisses reached her mouth. It was a desperate and urgent kiss.

"Thanks." She whispered against his mouth. "Thank you."

That same day Jon called his boss telling what was going on. Jeor Mormont was man of good character and sense, who Jon had great admiration. Since Jon hadn't take a vacations in the last two years and it was a family problem, Mormont granted him fifteen days off.

Jon bought the ticket and booked a hotel to avoid Catelyn Stark's presence during those days. If Arya wanted, she could stay with him in the suite and escape the world for a few hours.

When everything was settled, he found her in the kitchen, washing dishes. He went to her and hugged her from behind. Arya tilted her head to rest it against his shoulder. He could feel her heavy breathing, the tension in her muscles and her heart racing.

"I am afraid." She confessed in a whisper. Jon kissed her neck and held her tighter.

"I know." He said it against her hair. "I'm here. I will always be here to protect you."

"Make love to me." She asked. "I need you to make love to me, Jon."

He didn't say anything. He let one of his hands driblasse the blouse she wore and stroked one of her small breasts while nibbling her earlobe. The other hand unbuttoned her jeans and found the sensible way to her sex. Arya pressed her back against his groin and Jon didn't need anything else to get excited.

He slipped two fingers into her, massaging her, teasing her until Arya was squirming in his arms, but the access he had to her delicate parts was not enough to make it the most pleasant moment. He moved away from her just enough to remove the blouse Arya wore, as well as pants and underwear.

Arya was facing him. He removed his shirt with urgency and also the old sweatpants he was wearing. She clung to him, kissing him as if her life depended on the air coming out of his lungs.

Jon sat her on the bench for her to stay at a better position. He kissed her face thoroughly before his mouth went down the line of her neck to reach her breasts. He liked her breasts; small, with dusty pink nipples begging for attention. He sucked them carefully kneaded and teased as much as he could.

His hand returned to the hidden point between her legs, pulling soft moans out of her throat. Arya held him and scratched his back without mercy, as he skilfully led her to the apex of pleasure; making her throw her head back as she sought support against the bench while her entire body quivered.

He slid into her as Arya was still recovering from the orgasm. Humid and warm, she was still oversensitive and the sudden invasion made her clung to him tightly, as if that could stop a second orgasm that came too fast.

Arya managed to recover in time, while Jon moved against her at a much slower pace than he wanted. It was not sex, it was not a matter of satisfaction of primal desires. It was love, it was affection, it was security and all they needed in the person of each other. Arya asked him to make love to her and he could never deny her such a request.

"I love you ..." She whispered next to his ear and the effect of those words was powerful.

As the pace increased she demanded more attention, more passion, more of him everywhere, imbuing her with his scent, his sweat, his saliva and everything that could say that none of this was an illusion. Everything that could say that when she embarked on that plane, even if her family insisted on saying the opposite, she would still belong to him. That her place was where he was.

Arya surrendered to orgasm again, while Jon was still moving inside her until he achieved his own satisfaction, whispering that same phrase against her ear.

I love you ... I love you ... I love you ... They needed desperately to believe in those words so they could face the challenges that lay ahead. It would be stressful, exhausting and torturous for them to go back and look at all the Starks. All they needed was the assurance that they were not alone.

Well you stole it ' cos I needed the cash

And you killed it ' cos I wanted revenge .

Well you lied to me ' cos I asked you to .

Baby , can we still be friends?

The next day they boarded at ten in the morning, sleepier than they should due to turbulent night they had. Arya slept most of the time, leaning against his shoulder as Ned watched them in silence. It was not exactly news to Mr. Stark. The two had always been very close, even as children.

Jon woke just before landing. Robb was already waiting for them at the airport when they landed. Jon suspected that the reunion with his brothers was the only thing he'd enjoy during the trip and after two years without seeing Robb personally, he felt genuinely happy to embrace the older brother.

"I didn't know you were coming." Robb said satisfied. "Nice to see you, Jon!"

"Nice to see you too!" Jon replied sincerely.

x -x- x -x- x -x- x - x

Bran went to the door to receive them, and Jon felt pang in his chest for seeing his brother restricted to a wheelchair. He remembered when Bran climbed for the first time, he was only four years old and all the climbing paraphernalia made him seem even smaller and more awkward, but his smile was so wide at that time the it hurt to remember.

Bran would never climb again and Jon regretted not having stayed by his beside when the accident happened. He should have sent Cat Stark to hell for expelling him from the hospital room when Jon visited his baby brother.

He seemed happy, though. His progress was praised by doctors and physical therapy was helping a great deal. He hugged Jon hard and never tired of saying how he have missed his big brother.

Rickon came later; a bit suspicious and aloof at first, but when he saw Arya he ran to embrace his older sister's legs. They didn't look like in the slightest, but they were both stubborn and more than just rebels. Jon saw stamped in her eyes how much she missed being around them and wondered if she would give up everything to live a clandestine life with him, back in Juneau.

Sansa came later, with shoulders hunched and teary eyes. Arya's face hardened immediately at the sight of her sister. She hugged Sansa reluctantly and gave no room for any word of regret or apology to be said. Jon embraced Sansa too. They have never been close and the treatment he received from his sister was little better than that of Catelyn.

Finally Catelyn Stark appeared in person. She immediately ran to her daughter begging for forgiveness while hugging and kissing Arya all over her face. Cat asked if she was okay; if she was feeding properly and saying how that escape had been a crazy thing to do.

It was as if Jon didn't exist in the room. When they finally faced each other he saw her jaw tightening and her face contorting in an expression of pure disgust.

"What are you doing here?" She asked unpleasantly.

"Taking care of her, which is more than you cared to do for the last two years." Jon said regardless to good manners. "And visiting my siblings. I haven't seen them in a while, not that this is any of your business."

"Of course it's my business. This is my house!" She said with clenched teeth.

"I know and that's why I'm staying in a hotel. This gives us both more freedom, but be warned that you can't stop me from visiting my siblings if I want and you won't stop me from staying by Arya's when she is testifies again." Jon snapped back while picking up the travel bag and throwing it over his shoulder. "I'm going to the hotel. Maybe we can go out for dinner or something."

"Great idea." Robb said trying to lighten the mood. "Only the us, the kids. Rumor has it that there's a new place with the best steak in town and I'm dying to try it. Step in the hotel eight to get you, okay?"

"Perfect." Jon replied, and then turned to face Arya. He put his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead. "Will you be all right?"

"Yes I will." She answered.

"Okay. You know the address of the hotel. If you want to go there it's up to you. See you later." He said and then took his leave of the others. Catelyn Stark and Ned he made sure to ignore.

During that night was strange to act only as her brothers, while they were surrounded by other Starks. Robb and he had a lot to talk, Bran was pleased to have the whole family together again, Sansa was present, but acted like a fish out of water while looking after Rickon and making sure he would behave politely.

Whenever possible, Jon slid his hand under the table and twined his fingers with hers. A gesture of support and comfort for both; a silent promise that he was there and wouldn't go anywhere without her.

Who's gonna ride your wild horses ?

Who's gonna drown in your blue sea ?

Who's gonna ride your wild horses ?

Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee ?

x -x- x -x- x -x- x -x- x

The day Arya had to provide a new testimony was considerably quieter than what Jon expected. When Jeoffrey confessed the crime at least four or five different TV stations were waiting outside to get a good scoop.

Ned managed to get his daughter an early apointment for the testimony at the police station. Both the date and the time were labeled as classified information thanks to a friend of Catelyn Stark who owned the largest newspaper in town. Littlefinger wasn't worthy the salt that he ate but would not deny a request from Cat Stark even if his life depended on it.

Jon was waiting for her at the police station without giving much attention to people around him. Catelyn refused to attend since he insisted on accompanying Arya. Sansa was at home to avoid unwanted attention. Bran was in physical therapy and Robb accompanied him, Rickon went to school. Ned was at work.

She left the interview room looking exhausted. She ran into his arms and Jon squeezed her hard against his chest. He kissed her forehead and tousled her hair.

"Everything will be fine. The worst part is over." He said without releasing her.

"I'll be mustered as a witness at the judgment. They will question me again there. When this hell will end, Jon?" She asked in anguish.

"Soon." He said. "Soon all this will end."

They left the police station. Arya called home telling that she and Jon would have lunch together, when in fact she went with him to the hotel, where they ordered room service and spent the evening in bed.

He stared at her eyes, gray like his. He stroked her face, making her purr. He kissed her mouth again and again. He wondered if a person could feel so much love for another.

"What are you thinking?" She asked. Jon hugged her, feeling her naked body completely pressed against his.

"That I don't want this to end." He said. "I don't want this that we have to stop."

"Me neither." She said, rubbing her nose in his chest.

"We could get out of here." He said against her ear. "Escape to a place where loving each other is not a crime. Where could we pretend we're not siblings."

"This would be great." She nodded. "Just us and nothing else."

"Brazil, maybe? Would you like to live in a place where is warm and sunny all year?" He asked before kissing her mouth. "By the sea. With white sand beaches. No one who knows us to condemn us."

"This place really exist?" She said returning the kiss. "That sounds like paradise."

"Run away with me." He asked. "Run away with me, Arya."

"Anywhere." She said kissing him countless times.

Oh , the deeper I spin

Oh , the hunter will sin for your ivory skin .

Took a drive in the dirty rain

To a place where the wind calls your name

Under the trees , the river laughing at you and me .

Hallelujah ! Heaven's white rose

The doors you open I just can notclose .

x - x -x- x -x- x -x- x -x- x

When she told the parents that she would return to Alaska with Jon, Ned Stark faced the facts with resignation, while Catelyn insisted that it was all nonsense. When complaints failled, Mrs. Stark appealed to emotional manipulation, but Arya would never succumb to sentimentality.

After hours trying to persuade her daughter to stay and failling in all her arguments, Catelyn attacked Jon.

"It's him, is not it?" Catelyn ranted. "It is he who has made up your mind to go on with it! It had to be! As if he hadn't already harmed my children enough."

"I don't know if you noticed, but it was not Jon who chose to believe a lie that Sansa told and just assume that I had killed someone, Mom!" Arya snapped. "And this is not the whole story. I became a ghost in this house. I, Rickon, Sansa, we no longer mattered because Bran was the only one you cared about. I understand it was a shock. I understand that you felt sorry, but we were still your children. You turned your back and Sansa became a toy in Jeoffrey's hands, Rickon became unmanageable and I ... Have you ever bothered to know what I was going through while trying to take care of him? I left home because it was unbearable here and I'm sorry if I ran to the only one who never cared about the clothes I wore or whether I was or was not an example of femininity and good behavior!"

"You are being unfair and you are throwing your future away because of this fret!" Catelyn insisted.

"It is you who has always been unfair to him." Arya said. "Jon never did anything to you and all I can remember is him being Robb's best friend, the best brother in the world to Bran and Rickon. He would have been to Sansa too if she wasn't so much like you. The only thing he did to you was to be born. Guess what? He has no fault in this! My father has, but you always ignored this detail."

"Then that's it? You will leave your home and your family like that?" Catelyn gulped anger.

"No, I'm not leaving anything. I'm going back to my home in Alaska and for the only family who supported me when I needed it." Arya said as taking her bag. "Goodbye, Mom."

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

He was waiting for her at the airport with tickets in hand and the fear that Arya decided that it was not worth changing her entire family to come back to him.

He saw her slender figure getting out of a taxi, with a bag of clothes and her few belongings. She was wearing sunglasses to hide her swollen eyes. It was a difficult journey, but she returned to him and Jon didn't have to say a word to convince her that this was her place.

Arya didn't hug him that time. He held her hand and felt how those last hours had been inexplicably painful for her. He kissed her forehead and put his arm around her shoulders.

They walked together. They made the check-in. They sat side by side on the flight and she spent the entire trip propped on his shoulder.

They arrived in Juneau and as soon as the door was closed they were already ripping off each other's clothes, desperate with need and inexplicable desire. She needed support, strength, security. He had to believe she was there.

The following year she completed high school and ran to an overseas scholarship. Jon got a job in a multinational. It was almost summer in Alaska and still said the Brazilian winter was warmer than that.

Hand in hand they boarded that flight, hoping to find a piece of paradise.