Jon x Sansa: The Heartache Cure
Summary: Jon finds Sansa in a rather precarious position and Sansa finds herself in desperate need of his trousers.
Dedicated to @amymel86 for the dialogue line!
“I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
Sansa rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up and take off your trousers.”
“Me grow up?” Jon scoffed, and she could practically see that damned crease between his brows even though he was facing away from her, and god if it didn’t infuriate her more. She watched him move towards the door. “You know asking me to take off my trousers isn’t a reasonable request, right?”
“I’m aware,” Sansa ground out. “But this is not a very reasonable situation and I am not above wrestling those trousers off of you.”
There was a moment of silence before Jon laughed. “Oh, I’d like to see you try.”
For half a second, Sansa seriously considered foregoing her propriety and tackling the arrogant arse into the ground, but then she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the thankfully closed windows and sighed. This was all Margaery’s fault. If she hadn’t gotten Sansa drunk on tequila – ‘a remedy for heartache, Sans; trust me’ – she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.
“Thought so,” Jon snorted, the amusement clear in his voice. “The way I see it, you’re at my mercy here and I really don’t see how I would benefit from taking off my trousers.”
“Are you always this much of an arse to everyone or am I just special?” Sansa groaned. Of all the people she’d have to run into today, it had to be Robb’s best friend, the one man on campus that hated her and wasn’t afraid of her brother.
“You’re just special,” Jon chuckled, and she watched him as he leaned against the wall, still facing away from her. “So c’mon then, offer me something in return because I think the quad is getting very busy right now.”
Sansa growled, trying to channel the level of aggression her dog had for strangers, and hoped Jon understood just how much she hated him right now. “Ugh, fine! What do you want?” There was another long pause before Jon poked his head out of the room, causing Sansa to start panicking. “What are you doing! Jon, I swear to –”
“Shhh, I hear someone coming,” he said urgently.
Sansa immediately quietened and waited with bated breath. If someone caught her here with Jon, she was going to kill Margaery. She was going to stab her best friend with a dull butter knife and feel absolutely no remorse.
“Okay, shit, okay,” Jon exhaled as he shut the door and swiftly turned around. As soon as he did, his eyes widened and his hands flew up to shield them. “Sorry. Fuck, I forgot. I swear that wasn’t on purpose!”
“Shut up. What’s going on!”
“It’s Joffrey.” Even in the darkness of the room, Sansa could see Jon’s muscles tighten and she wondered why that was, but then the reality of the situation came falling back down on her and she sucked in a deep breath. Jon nodded. “Yeah, this is bad. I think he’s looking for you.”
“How does he even know I’m here!” Sansa cried out, running her hands frantically through her hair.
“I don’t know. I don’t know,” he replied and sighed loudly. “But here, okay? Just forget about the favour and put some clothes on.” Jon began to unbutton his shirt and threw it at her before stepping out of his trousers and doing the same.
It was absurd to be openly gaping at Jon considering how she was currently naked and her ex-boyfriend was walking towards them right at this second, but Sansa stood rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her brother’s best friend. She’d always known Jon worked out, but she had no idea he was this… well, this fit. Rippling abs, broad shoulders and that tapered waist that made her mouth go dry. Fuck, why was she even thinking about this?