Warning, mature content

Chapter 20

Like a prayer

5 days later

Jon sat at the dinner table and looked at Robb and Minea. She smiled as Robb leaned towards her and whispered something in her ear. He had done that a lot during the last few days, touched her hand or hair, smiled at her, talked to her, paid attention to her. Clearly she was very happy about this change. Of course Jon was happy as well, but… But what? He was still concerned, he couldn't help it.

He felt very protective of Lady Minea and he didn't want her to get hurt. Obviously he wasn't the one who needed to take care of her wellbeing, but he had in fact been the one who had done that ever since she had arrived here. She was a very sweet young woman and he couldn't deny that he was fond of her. Hopefully Robb truly understood his mistakes and had learned from them. His wife certainly didn't deserve to be mistreated.

Jon glanced at Catelyn and noticed that she seemed tense. Robb had wanted her to teach Minea and she had, but Jon suspected that she wasn't very happy about that. If only she could see past Minea's family. Hopefully that would eventually happen. Jon left the dining hall as soon as he had finished his dinner; he was planning to go to the stables to check on his horse. Poor animal had seemed unwell earlier and Jon had asked the stable boys to keep an eye on the horse. As soon as Jon entered the stable, he noticed Arya. She was cleaning her sword.

"Hello," Jon greeted her. "I didn't see you at dinner."

"I wasn't hungry," she replied coolly.

"Are you unwell?"

"You could say that," she snorted. "I didn't feel like watching my brother with that woman."

"You mean his wife?"

Arya didn't reply, she simply pressed her lips together.

"Arya," Jon started gently. "I know how you feel…"

"You don't know anything," she hissed and finally looked at him. "You weren't there when father was murdered."

"No, I wasn't," Jon replied quietly. "I'm truly sorry for that, I know I should have been there. I should have protected you and Sansa."

"Instead you're protecting her," Arya snapped. "Why?"

"She's a good person," Jon replied as calmly as he could. "She hasn't harmed you or any of us…"

"Are you sleeping with her?" Arya cut in.

Jon's eyes widened.

"What?"

"You are, aren't you? That's why you're so eager to defend her."

"No! That's ridiculous."

"Is it? She's a Lannister, I think we all know what they're capable of. I bet her sister taught her how to use men…"

"That's enough, Arya," Jon said firmly. "You are talking about Robb's wife."

"I'm talking about a Lannister!" she shouted. "I swore to punish them for their crimes and I failed! They all deserve to die!"

"Arya…"

Jon sighed as she stormed out. His heart ached to see her in so much pain. He remembered the little girl who had left Winterfell all those years ago. That girl was gone now. He couldn't even imagine everything Arya had been through after escaping King's Landing. She had been forced to grow up too early. She had been forced to kill in order to survive.

When Jon and Robb had finally found her, she hadn't been a little girl anymore. She had been a broken young woman who had experienced more than any girl ever should. Her family had failed to protect her and Jon would always feel guilty for that.

Robb licked his lips as he looked at his naked wife. She was lying on the bed, smiling at him.

"Are you sure you are ready?" he asked hoarsely.

She nodded, looking a little shy. Thank goodness, the wait had been torture. Yet he hadn't pressured her, he wanted to do this right this time. He wanted to show her that he was serious. This night would be all about her and her needs. There would be no more holding back. Quickly he undressed, keeping his eyes on her the whole time.

Her cheeks were red and she was breathing fast as his gaze roved over her. She truly was beautiful. Slender and compact, her breasts soft, pink nipples tight and hard. Like a treat. A very special treat, meant only for him. Letting his gaze move lower, he tracked the pale perfection of her flat stomach, the smooth thighs and then the sweet, lush mound between them. He wanted to touch her all at once. Taste her all at once.

He was already hard as he lowered his body alongside hers. His tongue licked over her nipples before he drew one into his mouth and sucked at it hungrily. The tight little bud grew harder between his lips before he moved to the other. He loved her breasts and he loved sucking them with delicate sips of his lips, then with the rougher draws of his mouth. Right now he only wanted to pleasure her and clearly he succeeded.

She writhed and moaned beneath him, her hands spearing into his hair. As he finally drew back, gazing down at her, he knew what he wanted to do next. He wanted to claim her completely. Show her pure pleasure. She was breathing faster as his tongue kissed and licked over her stomach. Pressing her legs apart, he watched her face as he moved between her legs and his tongue tasted her. Her eyes widened and she gasped in shock. He had never done this with her before, it had felt too intimate. Right now he wanted them to be as intimate as possible.

"Ro-Robb…. What are you…?"

"It's alright," he assured calmingly and stroked her thigh. "Relax."

Her nub peaked out from the glistening folds; it tempted his lips and his tongue. He knew that it was the source of her pleasure. Touching it the right way drove women mad with lust. That was exactly what he wanted; make her cry out his name. He let his tongue circle the magical little nub before he licked over it, flicking his tongue against it as she jerked and shuddered in pleasure under him.

Shattered little moans tore from her lips as she panted for air beneath the lash of his tongue. Drawing the tight nub into his mouth, he sucked it gently but firmly. That made his sweet wife wild, she cried out as she bucked beneath the caress, her hips arching and her hands burying in his hair. With his hands beneath her knees, he lifted her legs higher over his shoulders. It left her completely open and defenseless to him.

His tongue moved lower, thrusting into her. Her juices spilled against his tongue as her tender muscles clenched around the invader. She was whimpering desperately, her whole body was trembling. He had never seen her losing all control so completely and he couldn't deny that he loved it. Taking her with his tongue made him feel that she truly belonged to him.

As she was reaching her peek, he kept licking her, pushing her even higher. Her cries turned into desperate pleas as her body tightened. Finally he let her fall. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. As she fought to catch her breath, he climbed on top of her. A weak whimper passed her lips as his member touched her tender entrance.

"My beautiful Minea," he groaned as he bent above her, his lips tasting hers as he thrust into her. She felt damn good, he had missed this. She tilted her head back and moaned as he build up a steady pace. Yet he kept his thrusts gentle, her pleasure and comfort came first. This night was all about her.

"Minea," he groaned and touched her face. "Look at me."

She obeyed and he saw that her gaze was heavy lidded.

"You are beautiful."

She blinked her dark green eyes few times and smiled.

"Thank you."

He captured her mouth as he kept thrusting into her a little faster. He was surprised when he felt her wrapping her legs around his waist. She met his thrusts more eagerly than ever before and he wanted to see her reaching her peak again.

"Show me what feels good," he groaned.

She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders as his thrusts were getting rougher.

"You like this?"

She panted and nodded.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I…I like this," she panted.

She cried out as he hit her sweet spot.

"Robb…"

He liked the way she said his name, it sounded like a prayer. She was almost there; he could see that in her eyes. Her climax was beautiful, he groaned as her walls tightened around him. After that she collapsed and panted until he reached his own release. Leaning down, avoiding putting all his weight on her, he leaned his head on her shoulder. Her skin was just as sweaty as his and they both tried to catch their breath. They stayed like that for a while before he slowly pulled out of her. She blinked rapidly as he looked down on her.

"Are you alright?" he asked and gently touched her cheek.

She nodded.

"Yes."

"Good."

He gave her a soft kiss and rolled on his back beside her. She hesitated for a moment before moving closer, clearly wanting to be held. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his chest. She fit there perfectly. For a brief moment the guilt was trying to take over, but he didn't allow that. This woman was his wife now and he was determined to be a good husband.