janie_tangerine | cowt 10 S6 M5: vivamus atque amemus (asoiaf, jon/ygritte, nc17)

But first we’ll live, she had told him, and Jon had swallowed remorse in his throat and kissed her back again, and again, and later that evening she had moved on top of him on their now shared bedroll and he had moaned shamelessly into her mouth as her fingers brought him off once, twice, thrice, and he had felt his heart beating loud and fast and burning as she dropped kisses over his cheeks and called him sweet all over again as he fucked into her following her own pace.

Oh, he had lived before they kissed the first time, he knows, but the feeling of her bright auburn hair under his fingertips, softer than someone who lives in the wild like that has any right to have, makes him actually come alive, same as her warmth clenching on his cock, same as her hands caressing the scar over his eye and her mouth kissing it again and again and again, and gods he hates knowing that he’ll have to give this up, but —

But then Ygritte is telling him that she wants him to spill inside her and he’s so close and her hands are carding through his hair so gently, and so he whines inside her mouth and nods and he does and that makes his blood boil, his heartbeat speed up even more, and she’s obviously delighted with how much he’s writhing and moaning underneath her, and oh, he knows they don’t have much time and that even if they weren’t doomed there’s the Long Night upon them and if they can’t stop the white walkers they’re won’t be much left to live for all of them, and so it will just be a long, long darkness ahead of them —

But that doesn’t matter now, he doesn’t care now, he just wants to bury his head inside her legs and kiss her cunt a thousand times until she screams his name over and over, and so he does and he lets himself shiver in pleasure every time she moans and grasps at his hair and tells him to go faster and that he’s just so good to her, and she was right, they will have to die at some point and maybe he’ll have to leave her first and won’t that tear his heart out —

But for now —

For now, they’ll love each other, and they’ll live.