for Leah

[tooktheblack]

Ghost had been slinking off to see Leah for the better part of a month and Jon had, well, avoiding was a strong word. It was more like he was confused as to how Leah felt, given she'd been so cross with him and then followed it up with a kiss. After speaking with Charlie, though, he knew anything worth having was worth pursuing so when Ghost traipsed off, Jon made to follow.

He'd dressed as nicely as he could without being overt and brought flowers along with him. He figured he could always discard them if she seemed unamused and perhaps they would end on better terms than they'd left themselves at last time.

When he found where Leah was staying, he knocked lightly and waited. Ghost seemed...almost amused.

Damned direwolf.

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"I wish I could do it," Jon said quietly.

"I liked...even if I didn't understand the connection Ghost and I had, I liked being able to see through his eyes and to know his dreams and wants. Actually becoming the wolf, not just taking over his body, I can't imagine what it feels like but it is something I am interested in. How could I not be? I am half Stark."

[genetic_deadend]

Leah started to snap and tell him he didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but she stopped herself and tried to see where he was coming from; it really wasn't fair, not when her own experience with phasing was so shitty. Hell, if she could change a few things she might not hate it so much.

"So you want to be a werewolf and ride dragons," she quipped instead, and didn't bother to smother the chuckle this time. "I never know what to even do with you, Galahad."

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"Perhaps, if it's not assuming too much for my part, I could kiss you again? On a regular basis?"

It wasn't as nervous as he felt, asking her, because he'd decided he wanted it and was seeking it out instead of the way Ygritte had pushed things with him.

[genetic_deadend]

"On a regular basis," Leah repeated, and rolled her lips between her teeth to keep from either laughing or rolling her eyes and yelling what the hell are you again. "Yeah, we can give regular kissing a try."

[tooktheblack]

Jon motioned her close. "Come, then, Leah, and let me show you how I feel? I'm not very good with words. Actions tend to come easier to me than anything else."

Somehow, he got the sense that she was very much the same.

[genetic_deadend]

She had to hand it to Galahad, he could be direct when he wanted to be. Since there wasn't a lot of room in her chairs, Leah got up from hers and just sat down in his lap.

"Guess I should start calling you by your name," she quipped, curling her hands loosely around the back of his neck.

[tooktheblack]

"It would be nice, Milady," Jon teased, hand drifting through her hair to play with it. "But I won't expect it on a regular basis. You've...it's almost as if you were calling me sweetling or love like we would back in Westeros. I don't particularly mind it."

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"I guess it was kind of a pet name, maybe, sometimes," Leah admitted, pursing her lips a little as he played with her hair, what little was there to be played with. She was trying to grow it out, but she couldn't do much to make it grown faster. Figures she'd get a boyfriend--or whatever--and he'd have prettier hair than her.

"Mostly, I was trying to annoy you."

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"You did a fair amount of that, too," Jon said, laughing. Nobody had ever really gotten under his skin the way Leah had except Ygritte and they were alike in more ways than one.

"Did you take lessons to find what would be most annoying at any given point?"

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"Extensive notes," Leah deadpanned with a somber nod, tapping her temple. "All up here. With notations and bullet points."

Her lips quirked a little, before she leaned in and stole a quick kiss. "So don't piss me off. Or do and be prepared to face the music, either one."

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"I'll aim for the former," Jon said, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss. In this, at least, they were on equal footing.

"I want you to meet my brother. It isn't something...not a betrothal, or anything, just meeting him and his son."

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Leah blinked, then narrowed her eyes at him and tugged his hair, just hard enough to be obviously intentional.

"You sneaky jackass," she huffed. "You kiss me brainless and then spring a 'meet the family' request on me. All that chivalry crap's just a cover, I'm onto you now."