Notes: So... Here we are. The last one.

*crying a lot*

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Enjoy this last piece of pure fluff!

Chapter 17

"Hey, San. Do you need help?"

Sansa smiled as Jon's hands landed on her hip. His question was asked against her ear, and even though it was innocent enough, it felt like more.

"I'm almost done." She turned her head enough to kiss his cheek.

But Jon –sweet, caring, loving Jon –was having none of it. He tipped her chin up for a proper kiss.

In the end, Sansa surrendered –as if she never did –and turned around, so she could kiss him properly.

"You two are disgusting."

Jon and Sansa almost jumped at the voice, then found Arya staring at them as if they were ruining her life by kissing.

"You're so lucky it's me, and not daddy." She continued.

Jon flinched. He liked Ned Stark a lot, the man was everything a real father should be; but Jon didn't want to be caught by him kissing his daughter.

Or caught by Catelyn. He was really scared of her.

Sansa rolled her eyes. "It's just kissing, Arya. Not all of us are unfortunate enough to catch their baby sister…"

"Oh my god!" Arya groaned. "Can we forget that ever happened?"

"I'd love too, but I have nightmares about that day."

Jon chuckled at the sisters bickering. His mistake, because Arya glared at him like it was his fault.

"Just bring the salad out, already." She grumbled before leaving.

Sansa chuckled and turned back to her salad. This time, Jon just watched as she put the last vegetables in, mixed with her mother homemade dressing, then smiled.

"Let's go?" She asked gently.

"Yes." He smiled at her.

They left the kitchen, then crossed the patio doors that took them outside. Sansa's mother didn't do things by half.

There was a freaking tent on their backyard.

But her mother was blissfully happy that all her kids were home for a Sunday lunch, and a happy Catelyn made Ned happy, and so on.

So they had all united for lunch: Robb had brought Marge –that somehow dragged her whole family with her –, Arya brought Gendry and Sansa brought Jon. This ended becoming an invitation for their friends from the street. Even Tormund was trying to behave under Catelyn's watchful gaze.

Dany and Drogo were also there and Davos and his wife, because the man adored Sansa. Theon and Jeyne were there together, because they were kind of dating.

Jon felt, for the first time in his life, that he had a family; as absurd as it sounded, these were the people he knew he could count on.

When he accepted Ygritte's offer to work at The Wildling, he never this was where he'd be just a few months after. He never thought he'd be with Sansa.

"Finally." Robb rolled his eyes dramatically as they came closer.

"Next time you move your fat arse and get the salad, Robb." Sansa threw at her brother.

"My arse is not fat!" Robb protested.

"No, it's not." Margaery agreed.

Arya groaned. "Don't you dare, Tyrell!"

"What?" Margaery was the picture of innocence. "I didn't say anything."

"Let's make a toast." Ned said, his voice getting everybody's attention and stopping a possible bickering.

Everybody stood up and raised their glasses.

Ned Stark wasn't a man of long speeches or flowery words –one of the many reasons Sansa loved her father dearly –so he just smiled at the people around him –or smiled as much as a naturally grumpy Northerner could. "To family and friends."

"To family and friends." They echoed.

"Sansa!" Dany approached the young couple after they had all drunk. "Are you coming with us to Spain?"

Jon groaned and Sansa had to hold in a giggle. Dany and Drogo were going to Madrid and Seville in September and wanted them to come along. Sansa knew that the woman was trying to bring Jon closer to the family, but she was demanding and a bit high-handed and Jon was stubborn and broody, so they clashed more often than not.

Jon liked Dany a lot, but if they spent too much time together she started treating him like a Targaryen, he freaked out, they fought… It was a never ending circle. Apparently, Dany hoped that Sansa could fix this somehow.

"I don't know. I have to think about the café." She replied honestly. "I can't ask the girls to take care of it alone for two weeks."

"Where are you going for two weeks?" Ygritte, who was closing on them, asked.

"Nowhere." Jon replied at the same time Dany said "Spain." Then they glared at each other.

"Spain is great." Val was telling them. "They have some great studios there."

Ygritte put her arm around the other woman's waist. "Maybe we should go too."

Jon looked like he was about to panic. "Wait, we aren't…"

"You lot are going to Spain?" Tormund snickered. "Spoiled brats."

"Hey, we can go too!" Marge called from her place.

"Nobody is going…"

Jon was cut by Dany. "We could all go." She declared. "Oberyn Martell has a big house somewhere on the West Coast of Spain. I bet he'd lend it to us for a few days."

"He would." Willas called from where he sat. "But he'd want to be there."

"Not a problem." Dany shrugged.

"We are not going to Spain!" Jon declared firmly. "We can't all just stop working for two weeks."

"Wait!" Tormund jumped from his chair. "We're invited too?"

"Logically." Dany grinned at him.

Tormund looked at Brienne, like he was asking for permission.

The tall woman sighed. "We could arrange something for a week." She conceded.

Dany looked triumphant. Jon was grumbling, so Sansa patted his arm.

"It's going to be fun." She promised him, an amused smile on her face.

"To whom?" Jon grunted.

Sansa leaned against his side, then covered her mouth, like she was going to tell him a secret. "I have a bikini that's the exact color of my eyes."

Jon turned to her, a brow arched. "Really?"

Sansa tried not to shiver at the huskiness on his voice. "Really. It's also very small."

Jon groaned and pulled her for a kiss.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, SNOW! GET YOUR MOUTH OFF MY SISTER!"

Sansa was giggling, as Catelyn berated Arya for using such language during lunch.

Then she looked at Jon again. Months had passed since their first date, their first kiss, their first time, but every time he looked at her, she still felt like the most special thing in his life.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Jon whispered to her.

"What?"

He leaned and whispered against her ear. "I love you."

Sansa felt her heart beating like crazy. It was the first time he said the words to her.

When she jumped on his neck this time, murmuring "I love you" against his lips, it was Robb who threatened to punch Jon if he didn't stop kissing his sister.

It was fine. They were happy.

Life was fucking perfect.

Notes: And there you have it.

My friend Ayla said it looked and awful lot like the last episode of every Brazilian soap opera ever, but it was the idea! lol

Thank you once again for reading this and giving me so much love!