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meridian_roseFandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing/Characters: Jon Snow, past Jon Snow/Ygritte
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 212
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mmom and the 100_tales prompt "apart"
Summary: Extended/missing scene S5e04; Jon can never forget and will always remain faithful.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply. Canonical death of a character referenced. Masturbation, obviously.
@ AO3
"You know nothing, Jon Snow." Melisandre swept out of the room, the hint of a sly smile playing at the corner of her lips. Jon leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Melisandre had chosen the words deliberately, though Jon couldn't imagine how she'd come to know them. Perhaps she was truly a seer. The thought would have chilled him more if the words hadn't cut him so deeply, a reminder of another woman with red hair. Ygritte; such bittersweet memories of her haunted his every moment.
He slid one hand down beneath the layers of black clothing that kept his body warm, but not his soul. His rough fingers closed around his cock and he kept his eyes shut as he began the familiar rhythmic stroking, summoning up Ygritte's face and voice in his mind. He imagined it was her hand bringing him to a climax. He remembered the taste of her on his lips, the smell of her hair, the light in her eyes.
Jon might not be able to hold Ygritte again but he could be faithful to her memory by never taking another lover. Even in his fantasies it was her, always and only her.
As always, it was her name on his lips as he came.
Pairing/Characters: Jon Snow, past Jon Snow/Ygritte
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 212
Prompt: For
mmom and the 100_tales prompt "apart"Summary: Extended/missing scene S5e04; Jon can never forget and will always remain faithful.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply. Canonical death of a character referenced. Masturbation, obviously.
@ AO3
"You know nothing, Jon Snow." Melisandre swept out of the room, the hint of a sly smile playing at the corner of her lips. Jon leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Melisandre had chosen the words deliberately, though Jon couldn't imagine how she'd come to know them. Perhaps she was truly a seer. The thought would have chilled him more if the words hadn't cut him so deeply, a reminder of another woman with red hair. Ygritte; such bittersweet memories of her haunted his every moment.
He slid one hand down beneath the layers of black clothing that kept his body warm, but not his soul. His rough fingers closed around his cock and he kept his eyes shut as he began the familiar rhythmic stroking, summoning up Ygritte's face and voice in his mind. He imagined it was her hand bringing him to a climax. He remembered the taste of her on his lips, the smell of her hair, the light in her eyes.
Jon might not be able to hold Ygritte again but he could be faithful to her memory by never taking another lover. Even in his fantasies it was her, always and only her.
As always, it was her name on his lips as he came.
