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A million years ago I was writing a Narnia/ASOIAF crossover where Susan Pevensie ended up at The Wall with Jon Snow. I had some plotting issues so I put it away, but now I have come up with ideas to solve them! So I started writing and rewriting!
At one point while discussing my dilemmas with this fic, True Frand![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
honey_wheeler suggested Jon and Susan have a threesome with Val. Because threesomes make things better, and shake up the plot! Also yay porn!
So this is... not that, but a set-up for that.
Sometimes Jon's still not sure how this worked out, how he ended up with Susan, how it feels like everything he ever wanted, and nothing he though he could ever have.
He knows it's not right. It's everything he swore he'd never do again, not after Ygritte. He took an oath, and once again, he's breaking it. Oathbreaker.
There's guilt, of course. Jon is no stranger to guilt or regret. But the guilt gets further and further away, especially with Susan warming his bed. And when she's in his arms, he can't feel regret, even though he knows he should. And if she feels any guilt about what they're doing, she doesn't say. There's nothing in her face when she looks at him except happiness, and Jon has started to think that her brilliant smiles and shining eyes are enough to keep the guilt and regret at bay.
He loves her, he knows, after denying it for so long, and that scares him. Not because she's hard to love, but because it's so easy. And because he knows all the ways he could lose her. He never thought he could love someone again, not after Ygritte. But it's different with Susan — better, he hates to admit, because as much as he loved Ygritte, he felt lost in lies when they were together. The only thing that felt true was his love for her. But with Susan there's nothing to lie about. She knows him, in a way Ygritte never did, and she's told him things about herself, things that are unbelievable. But he believes them anyway, as fantastic as they are, because Susan doesn't lie.
Sometimes he wonders about that place she came from, and worries that she'll leave him, and go back to where she belongs. It almost seems like she knows when he has such thoughts, because those are the moments when she'll do things like catching hold of his hand and squeezing it tight, or pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, a silly gesture that always makes him laugh.
He loves her for that too — he has so many worries, but she's a full distraction for him unto herself because when they're together, the care and tenderness she shows him makes his heart swell.
She does it now, giving his hand a squeeze. "Jon, where are you? Have you even heard a word I've said?"
He shakes his head. "I'm sorry. You were telling me something… about Val?"
"Mmm, good guess." But her tone is fond, not displeased, and she presses against him in the bed. "I was just saying she practiced shooting with me today."
Jon's fine with that, draping an arm around her waist, and pulling her even closer, nuzzling into her neck. "And how did that go?"
"Very well. She's an excellent archer. I enjoyed having her along."
The fact that both Susan and Val could shoot him full of arrows, as Ygritte once did, is not lost on Jon. "Are you trying to warn me of something? Do I need to be wary of the two of you?"
Susan laughs as she strokes a gentle hand through his hair. "Well, she did threaten to steal me if you weren't good to me…"
That brings a laugh from Jon as well. "Steal you? I thought it was me she threatened to steal."
"Oh, she used to threaten that, if I didn't take you for my own. But now she says she'll steal me too."
"But … what would she do with you?" he asks, and Susan laughs again.
"Same as she'd do with you, I'd imagine." Her hand slides from his hair, and down his back, fingers tracing along his spine, sending a shiver through him.
Jon lifts his head to stare at her. He hears what she's saying, but he's not quite sure he understands. "But you're both girls…"
"Oh, Jon." Susan presses a sweet kiss to his chin, and her voice is filled with unconcealed amusement. "Well spotted."
"The same as with me? But… do girls…together? Without a man?" He trails off with what he realizes is a ridiculous question, and he can feel his face burning as Susan smiles at him.
"Well, of course they do. I mean, you know men do, don't you?"
Such things are not unusual at the Wall. "I do! Not first hand… but. I imagine so…" He trails off again, since his explanation isn't going very well for him. And now he's imagining something else, something involving Susan and Val lying together in his bed, and … he should probably stop that. "But… do you? And Val…?"
"Me? Yes, I have, a long time ago. And Val, I assume she does, since she says such things to me."
"You like boys and girls both?" His voice is barely more than a squeak, he's so surprised by this information.
"Well, yes…" She gives him a concerned look. "But I have you, my darling. I'm not interested in being stolen." And she kisses him again, a soft, sweet press of her lips against his own. Jon feels torn — reassured by her words and her kiss, but incredibly aroused at the thought of her Susan and Val, doing things.
His arousal isn't lost on Susan, and the concern fades from her eyes, replaced by a spark of interest. "Oh, you like that idea, do you?"
Susan never lies to him, so he doesn't to her — and he really couldn't, not when his cock is hard and straining against her leg. "Yes, I do," he admits, voice low and rough.
She kisses him again, and it's no longer soft and sweet, but teasing, as she captures his lower lip between her teeth, for a brief nip. "What do you like best, the thought of my head between Val's thighs, or her's between mine?"
"Gods, Susan," he groans, as she trails kisses along his jaw, little nips and sucks that set his skin aflame. Just the thought of the two of them together is enough to make him wild, but she adds to the fire with her next words.
Her voice is low, breath hot against his skin as she whispers in his ear. "Neither of those appeal to you? What if you were fucking me, while I licked her?"
He loves when she talks to him like this, his proper queen so improper in his bed. More than that, she knows that he loves it, and she does it for him, and that makes it all the better. It's enough to make him lose any restraint he has left, and he rolls on top of her, grinning wildly at her as she spreads her legs for him, and he settles in the cradle of her thighs.
"Oh, so that appeals, does it?" She matches his grin with one of her own, just as wild, and she gasps his name as he slides into her with one quick thrust. "Jon…" It's the same every time he enters her, and Jon thinks his name never sounds so good as when it's on her lips.
"I think it appeals to you too, sweet girl." It's not lost on him how wet she is, how she moans and clutches his shoulders as he moves in her. "Shall we invite Val to our bed?"
"She'll steal us," Susan tells him as she wraps her legs around his hips, and moves with him. He's not sure if it's a warning or a promise. "If we do, she'll steal us both."
She's panting as she says it, and in the firelight, Jon can see the flush spreading over her body and he knows she close already. He won't last much longer himself — too many images of Val and Susan together crowd in his head, and images of them both in his arms as well. It's not something he'd ever thought of before, but now that he has, it's almost overwhelming. "Do you want that? Do you want to be Val's?"
Susan arches against him, body going impossibly tight as she reaches her peak, and once again, she gasps his name. "Jon," she moans, her cunt clenching around his cock, nails dragging across his shoulders. "I'm yours."
That's all it takes, his name on her lips again, and he's following her into his release, white hot pleasure shooting down his spine. He buries his face in her neck, groaning as he spills inside her. "You're mine," he pants, a harsh whisper into her skin, words he shouldn't say, words that go against the oath he swore, but words that feel truer to him than any he's ever spoke. "My Susan."
Her hands are gentle on his back, fingers soothing over the scratches she's left on his skin, as he collapses on her, boneless and blissful. "My Jon," she murmurs in return, dropping tiny kisses in his hair. And that added word makes his name sound even sweeter, he thinks.
They're both silent for a while, heartbeats hammering together, as their breathing slows, Susan's fingers still feathering over his skin. Jon slips out of her, and slides a little lower down her body, pressing soft kisses over her breasts, before finally resting his head against her.
When Susan finally speaks, her words are a surprise. "Val will steal us, if we invite her to our bed."
He lifts his head to gaze at her face. He'd thought those were just words they said, to tease and inflame each other. He hadn't thought she would take his question seriously. "Is that what you want, my lovely girl?" He's not sure if he could do it, if he could share Susan with anyone.
Her eyes are dark as she looks at him, and she bites her lip before she responds. "I'd still be yours, and you mine, even if we do invite Val. She could be ours as well. And both of us hers."
Jon remembers now, that Susan has lost everyone that she loved. That all she has is him, and perhaps she needs more people in her life to love. And he remembers too, that Val is alone, that she lost Jarl and Dalla, and it occurs to him that she may be as lonely as Susan was. No wonder the two of them have grown so close, and he's a fool not to have realized it before.
He can't deny the appeal of Val in Susan's arms, in his own, all three of them together. And he reaches for one of Susan's hands, twining their fingers together. "Maybe she would like to steal us," is all he says.
Susan's smile is brilliant in the dim firelight. "Maybe," she agrees, squeezing his hand. "We'll see." Nothing more is said, and Jon slips into sleep soon after. When he wakes in the morning, Susan is already gone from the bed, and he wonders if anything will come of what they discussed.
But that night, Susan is not the only one waiting for him in bed, and when Val grins at him, Jon knows he's ready to be stolen.
At one point while discussing my dilemmas with this fic, True Frand
honey_wheeler suggested Jon and Susan have a threesome with Val. Because threesomes make things better, and shake up the plot! Also yay porn!So this is... not that, but a set-up for that.
Sometimes Jon's still not sure how this worked out, how he ended up with Susan, how it feels like everything he ever wanted, and nothing he though he could ever have.
He knows it's not right. It's everything he swore he'd never do again, not after Ygritte. He took an oath, and once again, he's breaking it. Oathbreaker.
There's guilt, of course. Jon is no stranger to guilt or regret. But the guilt gets further and further away, especially with Susan warming his bed. And when she's in his arms, he can't feel regret, even though he knows he should. And if she feels any guilt about what they're doing, she doesn't say. There's nothing in her face when she looks at him except happiness, and Jon has started to think that her brilliant smiles and shining eyes are enough to keep the guilt and regret at bay.
He loves her, he knows, after denying it for so long, and that scares him. Not because she's hard to love, but because it's so easy. And because he knows all the ways he could lose her. He never thought he could love someone again, not after Ygritte. But it's different with Susan — better, he hates to admit, because as much as he loved Ygritte, he felt lost in lies when they were together. The only thing that felt true was his love for her. But with Susan there's nothing to lie about. She knows him, in a way Ygritte never did, and she's told him things about herself, things that are unbelievable. But he believes them anyway, as fantastic as they are, because Susan doesn't lie.
Sometimes he wonders about that place she came from, and worries that she'll leave him, and go back to where she belongs. It almost seems like she knows when he has such thoughts, because those are the moments when she'll do things like catching hold of his hand and squeezing it tight, or pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, a silly gesture that always makes him laugh.
He loves her for that too — he has so many worries, but she's a full distraction for him unto herself because when they're together, the care and tenderness she shows him makes his heart swell.
She does it now, giving his hand a squeeze. "Jon, where are you? Have you even heard a word I've said?"
He shakes his head. "I'm sorry. You were telling me something… about Val?"
"Mmm, good guess." But her tone is fond, not displeased, and she presses against him in the bed. "I was just saying she practiced shooting with me today."
Jon's fine with that, draping an arm around her waist, and pulling her even closer, nuzzling into her neck. "And how did that go?"
"Very well. She's an excellent archer. I enjoyed having her along."
The fact that both Susan and Val could shoot him full of arrows, as Ygritte once did, is not lost on Jon. "Are you trying to warn me of something? Do I need to be wary of the two of you?"
Susan laughs as she strokes a gentle hand through his hair. "Well, she did threaten to steal me if you weren't good to me…"
That brings a laugh from Jon as well. "Steal you? I thought it was me she threatened to steal."
"Oh, she used to threaten that, if I didn't take you for my own. But now she says she'll steal me too."
"But … what would she do with you?" he asks, and Susan laughs again.
"Same as she'd do with you, I'd imagine." Her hand slides from his hair, and down his back, fingers tracing along his spine, sending a shiver through him.
Jon lifts his head to stare at her. He hears what she's saying, but he's not quite sure he understands. "But you're both girls…"
"Oh, Jon." Susan presses a sweet kiss to his chin, and her voice is filled with unconcealed amusement. "Well spotted."
"The same as with me? But… do girls…together? Without a man?" He trails off with what he realizes is a ridiculous question, and he can feel his face burning as Susan smiles at him.
"Well, of course they do. I mean, you know men do, don't you?"
Such things are not unusual at the Wall. "I do! Not first hand… but. I imagine so…" He trails off again, since his explanation isn't going very well for him. And now he's imagining something else, something involving Susan and Val lying together in his bed, and … he should probably stop that. "But… do you? And Val…?"
"Me? Yes, I have, a long time ago. And Val, I assume she does, since she says such things to me."
"You like boys and girls both?" His voice is barely more than a squeak, he's so surprised by this information.
"Well, yes…" She gives him a concerned look. "But I have you, my darling. I'm not interested in being stolen." And she kisses him again, a soft, sweet press of her lips against his own. Jon feels torn — reassured by her words and her kiss, but incredibly aroused at the thought of her Susan and Val, doing things.
His arousal isn't lost on Susan, and the concern fades from her eyes, replaced by a spark of interest. "Oh, you like that idea, do you?"
Susan never lies to him, so he doesn't to her — and he really couldn't, not when his cock is hard and straining against her leg. "Yes, I do," he admits, voice low and rough.
She kisses him again, and it's no longer soft and sweet, but teasing, as she captures his lower lip between her teeth, for a brief nip. "What do you like best, the thought of my head between Val's thighs, or her's between mine?"
"Gods, Susan," he groans, as she trails kisses along his jaw, little nips and sucks that set his skin aflame. Just the thought of the two of them together is enough to make him wild, but she adds to the fire with her next words.
Her voice is low, breath hot against his skin as she whispers in his ear. "Neither of those appeal to you? What if you were fucking me, while I licked her?"
He loves when she talks to him like this, his proper queen so improper in his bed. More than that, she knows that he loves it, and she does it for him, and that makes it all the better. It's enough to make him lose any restraint he has left, and he rolls on top of her, grinning wildly at her as she spreads her legs for him, and he settles in the cradle of her thighs.
"Oh, so that appeals, does it?" She matches his grin with one of her own, just as wild, and she gasps his name as he slides into her with one quick thrust. "Jon…" It's the same every time he enters her, and Jon thinks his name never sounds so good as when it's on her lips.
"I think it appeals to you too, sweet girl." It's not lost on him how wet she is, how she moans and clutches his shoulders as he moves in her. "Shall we invite Val to our bed?"
"She'll steal us," Susan tells him as she wraps her legs around his hips, and moves with him. He's not sure if it's a warning or a promise. "If we do, she'll steal us both."
She's panting as she says it, and in the firelight, Jon can see the flush spreading over her body and he knows she close already. He won't last much longer himself — too many images of Val and Susan together crowd in his head, and images of them both in his arms as well. It's not something he'd ever thought of before, but now that he has, it's almost overwhelming. "Do you want that? Do you want to be Val's?"
Susan arches against him, body going impossibly tight as she reaches her peak, and once again, she gasps his name. "Jon," she moans, her cunt clenching around his cock, nails dragging across his shoulders. "I'm yours."
That's all it takes, his name on her lips again, and he's following her into his release, white hot pleasure shooting down his spine. He buries his face in her neck, groaning as he spills inside her. "You're mine," he pants, a harsh whisper into her skin, words he shouldn't say, words that go against the oath he swore, but words that feel truer to him than any he's ever spoke. "My Susan."
Her hands are gentle on his back, fingers soothing over the scratches she's left on his skin, as he collapses on her, boneless and blissful. "My Jon," she murmurs in return, dropping tiny kisses in his hair. And that added word makes his name sound even sweeter, he thinks.
They're both silent for a while, heartbeats hammering together, as their breathing slows, Susan's fingers still feathering over his skin. Jon slips out of her, and slides a little lower down her body, pressing soft kisses over her breasts, before finally resting his head against her.
When Susan finally speaks, her words are a surprise. "Val will steal us, if we invite her to our bed."
He lifts his head to gaze at her face. He'd thought those were just words they said, to tease and inflame each other. He hadn't thought she would take his question seriously. "Is that what you want, my lovely girl?" He's not sure if he could do it, if he could share Susan with anyone.
Her eyes are dark as she looks at him, and she bites her lip before she responds. "I'd still be yours, and you mine, even if we do invite Val. She could be ours as well. And both of us hers."
Jon remembers now, that Susan has lost everyone that she loved. That all she has is him, and perhaps she needs more people in her life to love. And he remembers too, that Val is alone, that she lost Jarl and Dalla, and it occurs to him that she may be as lonely as Susan was. No wonder the two of them have grown so close, and he's a fool not to have realized it before.
He can't deny the appeal of Val in Susan's arms, in his own, all three of them together. And he reaches for one of Susan's hands, twining their fingers together. "Maybe she would like to steal us," is all he says.
Susan's smile is brilliant in the dim firelight. "Maybe," she agrees, squeezing his hand. "We'll see." Nothing more is said, and Jon slips into sleep soon after. When he wakes in the morning, Susan is already gone from the bed, and he wonders if anything will come of what they discussed.
But that night, Susan is not the only one waiting for him in bed, and when Val grins at him, Jon knows he's ready to be stolen.