gone a-raiding (wildling au)

[tooktheblack]

Normally raiding parties didn't go this south but the green lands had better meat, better women and better crops for stealing. Jon was one of the best and usually when things were slim for them up above the Wall, they sent him and Tormund south because they could slip around the crows' arrows easier than the others.

Lately, the crows all seemed busy with some king or lord so it was nothing to slip past the lightly garrisoned castle at the Shadow Tower and make their way south. They kept off the road, too easy to be seen, and poached from the land as they went further and further toward the great grand castle they called Winterfell.

"They call this the Wolfswood," Tormund said, chewing a blade of grass thoughtfully. Jon could see why. There were wolves here, though they were the small ones that were no match for his direwolf. As they killed, he kept the pelts; they'd make a fine cloak. They came up on a pond in the wood, found a horse tethered there, heard the soft sounds of a woman.

"We'll be seen," Tormund hissed but Jon couldn't help it. He was curious, too curious, and drew up closer. She was kissed by fire, with hair the color of dancing flames, and he longed to reach out and touch it. The first girl he'd ever stolen had been kissed by fire and when he'd made love to her, she'd told him he was lucky for it.

In his desire to get closer to her, he stepped on a branch and it cracked loudly, giving away his position.

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[kissed_byfire]

She really wasn't supposed to have been gone as long as she was, but she never paid too much attention to her father or lady mother's rules, much to their chagrin. She was a wild girl at heart, and exploring and adventuring was who she was at the core, despite the fact she did it in a silk dress.

That morning she had decided that while her parents were otherwise occupied with council meetings and what have you, she would take her horse and wander; connect with nature as she loved to do. Of course her bow and quiver accompanied her, but in the countless times she disappeared from Winterfell, she had only ever run into trouble once.

This would mark the second time.

Crouched elegantly by the pond, she was looking at her reflection in the water as long red hair hid her face away from the eyes that were watching. But blue-grey eyes snapped up and immediately went to the wildling man in surprise.

Ygritte froze, only spending a short second to damn herself for leaving her weapon where she left her horse, leaving her with only one option.

To run.

[tooktheblack]

She'd seen him. Jon had never seen a beautiful lady like her and she had to be some lordling's wife or daughter, someone who would be missed. Sometimes they carried off common girls, brought them north with their raiding parties. This was different.

Still, Jon wanted her, so he gave her the chase. She was swift but he was too and he had spent a lot more time in the woods recently. He knew the paths, know how to use his longer stride to his advantage.

When he was within reach of her, he slung his arm around her waist, tumbling her down and pinning her to the forest floor. "Don't run. I won't hurt you."

[kissed_byfire]

She'd been out there more times than any of her siblings and knew the area well. But to someone - to a wildling - who spent their entire life braving the elements and surviving on the land, she was no match.

As soon as that arm crossed her stomach, Ygritte's face turned fiercely angry and it was there still on her face as the man turned her over so they could look at each other face to face.

Of course she struggled against him, his words doing nothing more than backing more of an insistent fight. Oh, Ygritte knew who and what he was. She'd remembered the stories Old Nan told her, now even more vividly at that precise moment than ever.

"If you're smart, you'll let me go. My father will come looking for you and he will hunt you down." she said breathlessly, trying desperately to jerk free out of the hold he had on her.

[tooktheblack]

"Can't do that," Jon said. He kept her pinned down, afraid she'd run back to her father and tell him where they were but he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. Some Wildlings did. The Thenns would pillage a whole town, put the people to the flame and eat them whole. Some raped and reaved. Jon couldn't be like that and Tormund had a soft spot too; it was why Jon preferred to go hunting with his kinsman over anyone else.

He lifted a hand and touched her cheek, marveling at how soft her skin was. "I have to take you back with me. You're mine, now, because I've caught you raiding. That's how it works."

[kissed_byfire]

She slowed her fight, listened and no sooner than he explained to her she shook her head fiercely, eyes wide as she turned her face away completely to escape his touch before thrashing about in hopes of kicking a sensitive spot.

"You can't have me." she growled, resisting the hold he hand on her arms. "I can't be claimed you fool. You take me and that's kidnap-"

She stopped and let out a sharp scream. There was no way in hell she was going to make this easy for him.

[tooktheblack]

Jon pinned her down more firmly and covered her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. It had been a knee jerk reaction, a way to keep her from screaming, but once his mouth was on hers he didn't know if he could stop.

She was so, so beautiful. Still, a lord's daughter wasn't the type of woman he normally carried off. Too much danger in that and too much risk they'd be pursued. Better to get a crofter's daughter, a fisherman's wife - someone who wouldn't be chased after.

[kissed_byfire]

The moment his lips pressed to hers, eyes went wide and she let out a hmph of high protest. How dare he do that! This man had no right to claim..

But there was something that stopped that thought short when she realised that she was being kissed with such passion. Or, was it really that at all? She had never been kissed like it before.

It stunned her into silence.

[tooktheblack]

Jon kept kissing her, shifting a bit over her body so that he could cup one of her breasts in his hand. He kept her pinned down beneath him, too afraid to let her go running back to whatever lord she called father, but he didn't intend to hurt her. No, just the opposite.

Jon had always been kind to women and none who had shared his camp had ever walked away unsatisfied. He'd cared for them, in his way, and he'd never taken a woman with brute force. No sense in that, when he could coax them into making the sweetest sounds with just a kiss or three.

[kissed_byfire]

It was hard to think of anything else when he was touching her like he was. One half was enraptured, the other half furious that she was sitting still while he clearly was taking advantage of her.

But he was doing it with such care. Like she really meant something to him.

It was enough to coerce one such sound as Ygritte pushed against his chest. Not to push him away, but to catch the breath he'd stolen from her.

After a moment her eyes met his. "I don't even know your name." she whispered breathlessly.

[tooktheblack]

"Jon," he murmured against her mouth, a sharing of breath more than anything else, before he captured her mouth again. It was a deep kiss, intense, and something about this soft, Southron girl attracted him more than any other woman he'd ever lain with before.

"I'm going to take you," he said quietly. "But I'll be good to you. I'll keep you well. You'll not want for anything."