Set in an alternative 'Dance with Dragons' in which Ygritte doesn't die. At this stage Stannis is still at the Wall and Jon has only just brought the wildings through it. Of course Jarl is dead, leaving Val in need of protection and company. This is a multi-chapter lemon so you'll need patience but it's worth it!

Disclaimer = I know this wouldn't make GRRM feel any better if he reads this but I will state that I own none of the characters in this story. I hope that one day GRRM will change his views on fanfiction.

Chapter One

Jon Snow trudged along the creaking, snow covered walkway towards the door that would lead him to his private quarters and, with that, privacy, quiet and rest. It had been a long day at Castle Black for its 998th, and most likely youngest Lord Commander, and if things continued as they seemed likely to, there would be longer days to follow. Jon always knew his decision to permit the wildlings through the Wall would cause problems, no matter what support he received from 'King' Stannis. It didn't help that winter was fast approaching and the stores, used to supporting a few hundred at most, now had to support thousands of starving men, women and children.

There was also the matter of training the new wildling recruits, although they refused to take any vows; Tormund had been particularly shocked by the notion that warriors should be prepared 'to give up cunt as well as blood'! Although every new sword hand was welcome on the wall, it was no small matter ensuring that neither the black brothers or their new wildling brothers used their training against each other.

Today had been the worst so far; on the eve of Stannis' march south, an armed brawl erupted between a handful of wildlings, black brothers and King's Men. Half a dozen were wounded and two more would've been dead had Jon and Stannis not interceded. Now hours later as darkness fell, Jon had already dismissed Satin before heading to quarters, wanting to be alone after a day spent surrounded by loud, angry and older men who when they weren't at each other's throats were complaining to him.

I sometimes forget I'm a boy of seven-and-ten years and most of them are men old enough to be my father! Jon thought.

As he reached his door and moved to push it open, he was stopped by the sound of a woman's moan. He paused in confusion, before the moan was followed by a giggle in the same feminine voice. A familiar voice. Jon pushed the door open, jumped inside and slammed it shut in a flash, before turning to look at the bed. As his eyes took in the sight that greeted him his body went rigid . . . everywhere.

Sitting on the edge of the bed was a slim yet buxom young woman with golden waist long hair and stunning beauty, stripped naked as a newborn babe. Her long, creamy white legs were spread wide; between them was another slim young woman, less buxom with red hair, whose face was buried in the joining her companion's supple thighs as she kneeled on a pool of clothing on the wooden floor. Both the women's' heads snapped up to stare in shock at Jon's. They'd apparently been enjoying themselves before Jon's interruption, judging by their heavy breathing and flushed faces. As they stared, Jon's shock and arousal meant it was several seconds before he registered the women's faces. Sitting on the bed's edge, being pleasured so expertly was Val. Between her legs was Ygritte.

"Y-Y-Ygritte?! Val?!" Jon spluttered. At this Val and Ygritte grinned. Their faces were perfect for seduction and their eyes were as feral as their grins as their gazes seemed to pin Jon to the spot.

"Welcome Jon Snow" Ygritte's words dripped with desire. "Did you miss me? I certainly missed you."

She raised herself to stand and walked from Val's legs to make her way slowly towards Jon, her narrow hips swaying not-so-subtlety side to side. Jon's eyes fixed on the body he'd enjoyed so often in those few weeks with her, and ever since missed so much.

Ygritte would certainly be regarded as comely enough to anyone south of the wall, in a wild way. Her face, like the rest of her body was thin and angular, with a light dusting of faint freckles giving her an almost childlike beauty. Her hips were narrow, not built for childbearing. Her arms and legs were shrunk down to the lean muscle around her strong bones, hardened by the life of a spear wife. Her teats were small but high, barely able to fit in Jon's hands. Her fiery red hair, whilst hanging from her head to below her shoulders, was also untamed in her armpits and between her legs. To most southerners such a sight would provoke revulsion but to Jon it simply enhanced her feral allure.

Feral. Such a small word summed up everything he loved about her, her people and her life beyond the borders of the southern realms. When Ygritte reached Jon, he to entranced to react, until Ygritte grasped his face with both hands and crashed her lips against his in a simple mesh of lips and heavy breathes. It became clear she missed the touch of Jon's rough, chapped lips as much as he missed hers. Just as Jon began to reacquaint himself with the taste of his former lover's lips she broke away to admire his face, her own beaming.

"What happened? I lost you at . . at . . " At the Battle he meant to say. He'd seen her in the courtyard but lost sight of her when the battle neared its climax, her people falling under the black rain of the Nights Watch's arrows.

"You still know nothing Jon Snow. You should know I'm smart enough to know when to run for life. I saw the ways would go and saved myself. I kept to the woods 'til I heard about your little adventures here. Lord Commander now, are you?"

Jon could barely form a response, too relieved to Ygritte alive, after everything. Noting Jon's predicament - and taking great pleasure and mirth in it - Val answered for him.

"Aye he is; Lord of all the Crows and their precious little vows. He's obeyed them all ever since her left you, or so he's told me."

Jon winced mentally at the memory of his desertion, and steeled himself for Ygritte's anger. Instead Ygritte reacted with amused surprise.

"Really?" her eyebrows shot up and her smile widened to reveal her crooked teeth, which only enhanced her beauty to Jon's eyes. She glanced back to Val.

"Not even with you?" she asked Val. She shook her head with closed eyes, as if Jon were a simpleton as a result.

"Strange" Ygritte mused, turning back to Jon "I'd of thought he'd seen sense. Thought he'd miss this . . ."

With those last words, Ygritte took her right hand from Jon's face and lowered it to her cunt, and Jon's eyes followed helplessly. Jon was powerless to look away as she took her two middle fingers and slid them slowly through the velvety cave of her pink folds, their tell-tale wetness suggesting she hadn't been the only woman in the Lord Commander's chamber putting her mouth to good use before Jon's arrival. If the looks in her eyes and Val's were anything to go by, it wouldn't be the last time those wanton lips and tongues would work wet miracles that night.

Ygritte made short, shallow thrusts into her sacred cave, before removing her fingers to reveal them coated with little sweat-like droplets. All the while she gave off long, high pitched sound that was both whimper and sigh. The spectacle was such that Jon almost didn't notice a smirking Val appear at Ygritte's right shoulder, her wanton eyes feasting on the sight of Ygritte's glistening fingers. Val grinned wide and Jon nearly died a happy man when Ygritte enveloped both her fingers in her mouth and loudly sucked.

Jon barely left her time to remove her fingers before he crashed his lips to hers, roughly forcing his tongue past her lips to find her own tongue. Ygritte responded without restraint and began with Val's help to undo the various lacings over Jon's attire. Jon assisted as best he could and reluctantly broke the kiss to rip off the layers of wool, leather, cloth and metal one by one, until he stood before the two women in only his breeches and boots. He then surprised both women by ignoring Ygritte, grabbing Val by the waist and claiming her lips with his.

For a moment Val froze against him, then tried to push him away. Normally Jon would've been nobler and released her but now he was too drowned in desire to care. Eventually Val responded with eagerness and pressed her hands to his back, pushing him closer. Jon heard Ygritte laugh at their actions and felt long spindly fingers begin to undo the straps and buckles of his boots. Jon and Val continued to kiss, their tongues wrestling for dominance between their lips, until they separated for air.

"Normally you'd have to steal me to get away with that Lord Crow. I'll let you off tonight but you'll have to steal me in the morning."

Val's response was laced with desire and undermined her words. They reawakened Jon's damn inconvenient sense of honour however and he was quick to seek forgiveness. The words died in his throat however as he realised that no offense was taken by the clearly wanton Val, in all her fiery beauty. The wildlings said that Ygritte was kissed by fire with her red hair; but the way Val's golden mane shined in the light of the few candles lit in the chamber, it would seem she was equally blessed. By now Ygritte had succeeded in loosening Jon's bootstraps and made her presence known again to Jon, his gaze fixated on Val in her radiant beauty.

"On the bed with you now Jon Snow, and be quick about it. The night may be young but it won't be immortal."

Jon obeyed her like a loyal dog and made his way for the bed. Once seated on its edge, without awaiting any further instruction, he tugged his boots and foot stockings from his feet, the cool air shocking their warm, sweaty skin.

He moved to undo his breeches' lacings but was beaten to it by Ygritte slapping his fingers away and setting to work with furious intent. Val came to sit by Jon and settled herself sitting sideways to watch Ygritte at her work. At last Jon had a moment to take in the sight of Val's bare form in detail.

Val's beauty was always clear to all who met her day to day but her face and her golden hair was only half of it. The miraculous beauty of her body, given her undoubtedly harsh life beyond the Wall, would put any of the most perfumed well kept southern noblewoman to shame. Her limbs were lean and well proportioned and her belly flat. Her breasts were large and tipped with nipples pink and pointy with her arousal and the cold. The nests of golden curls between her legs and in her armpits, as with Ygritte, did nothing to diminish her beauty, only enhanced its feral quality. Her face was more beautiful now than Jon had ever thought possible, her arousal radiating from her excited smile like the light from her sun-like hair.

Jon's thoughts were broken by the feel of Ygritte's fingers curling under the rims of his lower breeches, inner stockings and small clothes all at once. Without further warning she tugged all three pieces of clothing down Jon's legs and it was all Jon could to do to force himself not to grabbed them and pull them back up as he felt his aching, rigid cock under Val's appraising gaze and after some struggle Ygritte finally managed to remove all three items and discard them to the side. For a few moments then she simply kneeled between Jon's legs and joined Val in examining Jon's manhood.

The minutes dragged on like hours for the Stark bastard. It was strange to him that Ygritte felt the need to examine him; they'd lain together enough times in their weeks north of the wall together, you'd have thought she'd memorised his body well enough!

Most of our rutting were was done under furs though. Jon mused. Our time in the cave was dark and I couldn't keep away from her long enough for her to see me. His thoughts were interrupted when Ygritte finally spoke.

"I always felt good with this inside me Jon Snow; I never knew it could look good to boot!" Ygritte's voice descended into giggles and Jon's cheeks felt as if they'd been kissed by fire.

"I never returned you lord's kiss Jon." Ygritte's eyes met Jon's with a spark in them. "Shall I return the favour?"

Before her words could sink in, Ygritte grasped Jon's cock and gave the head a light lick. For the second time that night, Jon felt content to die then and there a happy man.

It seemed that this was a new experience for Ygritte; she lacked her characteristic rushed enthusiasm as she shyly lick Jon's tip, grasping the base lightly to steady it. Nevertheless Jon was enthralled by the thought of any woman who wasn't a brothel whore would be willing to kiss him there. He shouldn't have been surprised, he reasoned, knowing Ygritte and how she was worlds away from any highborn maid. The feel of Ygritte's tongue was enough to have Jon panting in heat but secretly he wished for more. It was at that moment that Val intervened.

End of Chapter One

I hope this chapter was hot yet decent writing at the same time. I love the performance of Rose Leslie as Ygritte in the TV show and whilst looking on the internet, I've found that many people think Val should be played by an actress called Tabrett Bethell. So I thought of them when writing this story, which might explain why Ygritte doesn't quite match the description in the books. (Rose Leslie's better looking!)

What's more, I apologise for the slowness of 'We Can't Hide Anymore' but I will get the next chapter out soon. The reason for this story is because I've had it on my mind for a while and I want to entertain you with other material. Finally, all there is to do is hope for two things; that you enjoyed this fanfiction, and that my family never find it!