A/N: Firstly I must say I haven't written anything in ages! So if something don't connect well it's probably because of my lack in writing skills. I choosed to write in English mainly because my brain is more bilingual than it really should. So risking to be killed by grammar nazis and ASOIAF fans and share with you this little peace of work. I love Jon/Arya fandom so if you find incestuous relationships offensive or just can't read it please be warned. If anyone is interested I wrote this listening to Muse - Time is running out in a almost obsessive manner O.o Without further ado, thanks you for reading and please review.

Disclaimer: As always, the usual disclaimer applies. I own nothing from within the wondrous world of ASOIAF.

There was no secret at least between the members of the Stark house that Arya would eventually get up in the middle of the night head up to the boys chambers to sneak in Jon's bed. At first when she learned to walk she would walk until she ended up crying in the halls. A lost baby with chubby legs that would not let anyone take her back to her crib. Not anyone that wasn't Ned, Robb or Jon at least. Soon the Starks found out that the most effective person to ease the little she-wolf of Winterfell was Jon and he soon found out that the easier way to get some sleep at night was letting her sleep with him.

Lady Catelyn hated the perspective of letting her precious baby sleep in the same bed as her lord husband bastard but after ten nights of unstoppable crying even she gave up. The girl just had a strange connection with the bastard. Lord Eddard wouldn't say a thing and would sometimes smile at the sight of his bastard holding up his giggling younger daughter. Master Luwin would say it something a bit odd. Old Nan would just smile knowingly.

So as they grew up every one turned the blind eye over them pretending not to find it strange that Lord Eddard younger daughter would more than often not be on her bedroom at the morrow.

Jon didn't really mind. He loved Arya. When she was a toddler she would sleep cradled up in the middle of his chest and he would feel very proud with himself. Truth be told Jon also enjoyed sleeping in the same bed as Arya. He likes to feel her sleeping between his arms and he likes how he would feel warm against her small body in the cold nights.

Jon could honestly say he was happy with her sleeping arrangements and he had no complains about it. Except. Well, except for that tiny little fact. It was nothing really. It was actually something silly. It was just that… well… Arya had a thing a habit of sorts. She would climb into Jon's bed crawling underneath his sleeping furs and cuddle him. Her head will soon get tucked under his chin and her leg will tangle between his own and her fingers… her fingers will sneak inside his sleeping clothes and prickle above his chest making paths through his stomach. She will twist her little fingers until almost reaching the waistband of his sleeping breeches.

The "problem" was that was a new development. When she was little her small fingers would just nestle in his chest and she would sleep peacefully for the night now however she would doze of making those quirky patterns above his skin. That thing she did leaved him uncomfortable but not uncomfortable enough to beg her to sleep in her own bed.

So Jon for the sake of leaving his little sister happy (and him too although he will prefer torture than admitting that) developed a habit, a habit of waking up really early. That was one of Jon Snow secrets. Nobody knew and he would never ever tell why he would wake up so early. Not even to Arya. Well, especially to Arya he would sometimes think.

The main reason Jon Snow developed such a habit was because he was trying to adapt. At first when Arya began doing her thing he would have trouble on sleeping. He would always feel a strange twitching feeling at the pit of his stomach that would make sleep a hard task. He was over that problem now.

He had new other problems now. Now he would wake up in the most embarrassing of the situations. He would now wake up utterly hard. At first he asked the gods to spare him from this completely unwelcomed bodily reaction when Arya choose to sleep in his bed again, but it was to no avail. The gods as everything would indicate were deaf soulless spirits as they didn't took pity on him.

His body on the other hand seemed to be settled on behaving in even strongly embarrassing ways when Arya would snuggle him. That was when Jon made up his mind. He would now wake up very early. He would fight his wish to stay in bed (as he was a heavy sleeper). He would then disentangle himself from Arya (if she was there) sneak past Robb and walk straight to the baths to take the coldest shower he could get without getting a cold. Once he found out that the morning freezing weather was not enough to free him from such a problem.

That was exactly what he did that morning. He got up and made his daily ritual to the baths winning a soft sight from Arya (as she didn't like to let him out of the bed) and a sleepy glance from Robb. He then head up straight towards the baths to get rid of this offending situation.

Was just him or that was getting harder to do? Maybe it was just today he mused as sleep still clouded his mind. It was a really cold morning and Arya body against him felt so warm her breasts felt so soft too. Wait, what was that again? Cross that. He, Jon Snow for the love of the old gods did not just think about his little sister breasts. That was sleep talking, one just have to see Theon waking up to know how a sleepy mind could create such ludicrous thoughts. Yes, sleep. He decided pushing his face in the cold water.

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Arya woke about ten minutes later. Why was the bed cold again? Her mind automatically thought of Jon. Where is Jon? Haven't she slept in the right bed? She clearly remembered climbing his bed lasts night. It was so cold then. Did she dreamed that?

She stretched sinking her nose in the beds covers. She breathed deeply feeling the usual dizziness that clouded her mind every time she sniffed Jon's scent. He smelled so good!

Well, the scent proved that she had slept in the right bed after all. Not the right right bed as the right bed according to Sansa and Jeyne would be her own bed. Not that she cared about what Sansa or Jeyne said at all. After all they didn't get it. Jon's bed was the best bed to sleep at.

Jon was cozy and that was the main reason why she liked to sleep with him. That thought send her straight back to her previous thought though. Where was Jon? She ventured a look across the room. It was still dark outside the first sunbeams were still reaching the skyline she was sure.

She saw Robb's form sleeping at the other side of the room. If Robb was still sleeping… Where in the Seven Hells was Jon? She was mildly irritated. She tried to get up then deciding in a burst to look out for Jon and drag his silly but back to bed again.

She was soon demoted from that idea thou as the morning cold air reached her skin when she tried to put her legs out of the covers. Maybe he will come back? Her mind silently hoped.

Arya tried to sleep again but it was to no use, she was plenty awake now. She just didn't want to leave the covers just yet. Her thoughts cleared a bit then. Why by the Seven Hells is Jon doing that? She asked herself.

By that she meant this new routine he was choosing to do. Arya didn't get it at all why was Jon suddenly ready to get up of bed this early. He had always been a heavy sleeper like herself. So why was he insisting on wake up so early? He couldn't possible want that… could he?

Arya hugged his pillow sniffing his scent again and letting a frustrated little whine escape her. She liked to wake up with him dammit. She liked to wake up with his hand caressing her head as he always did.

She liked their old routine. When Robb would wake up ignore them and let them sleep until he got back from his morning shower where she could stay a while longer in Jon's warmth. Trying to be practical Arya struggled to find a reason why Jon would suddenly choose to wake up this earlier.

Unfortunately she couldn't think of any. He was acting a bit strange lately… maybe he was worried about something… That would surely explain why he would not make those extremely nice circle patterns in the small of her back as he used to do when she couldn't sleep.

But what would Jon be worried at?

Giving up Arya joined enough courage to drag herself out of bed. Since she was already up she walked towards Robb sleeping form very slowly an evil plan on her mind. She knew Nymeria and Ghost would not make any noise to disturb her prank but she eyed Grey Wind warningly as she approached her older brother. When she was close enough she got really close to his ear and then…

- ROBB YOU PEED THE BED! – She screamed against his ear.

Robb jumped half a meter above his bed – What? I did what? – He mumbled as his drowsy hands tried to touch all the extent of his bed.

Arya laugh so hard she was soon without air. Robb finally woke up enough then.

- You shouldn't do that, Arya! Almost scared me to death! – He complained.

- I didn't know you were still afraid of wetting your bed like baby Rickon, Robb. – She teased him still giggling.

Robb rolled his eyes and got up dragging himself out of the bedroom his covers still in his shoulders.

Arya eventually was able to stop giggling after her brother went out. Her morning had not seemed promising when she woke up alone again (she mentally rolled her eyes then) but scaring Robb made her day seem a bit brighter already.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed a slice of hot bread. Soon deciding on checking if Bran was training with Sor Rodrik today, maybe she could sneaky in his training. She loved the bow lessons.

Before she could find Bran or sneak towards the training yard she was cough up by Sansa voice. Sansa said something about Septa Mordane and needling that Arya didn't even tried to pay attention as she was still thinking in going out and find some bow to practice.

Her plans were interrupted by Septa Mordane herself that dragged her to that hateful needling room. By the gods did she hate needlework!

As she seated at her torture chair she thought she really should have stayed sleeping a bit more. It was easier to ditch Sansa, Septa and Mother when she slept at the boy's quarters. Pouting she started to make the worst chain-stitch of her life as she started to imagine what would be like to be training with the bow or riding a horse right now.

Embroidering must be the most boring thing to do in the word. If she wasn't already bored enough Sansa and Jeyne made sure to make her even unhappier with their endless talk. Septa Morgane had left them there (the old witch) and Arya was considering sneaking out already. Arya had a vague notion that Sansa and Jeyne were speaking. They were as always speaking about boys.

Not any boys no. They were talking about the boys in those damned history they so much liked. Arya rolled her eyes. Could anyone be sillier than those two? And she was supposed to be the silly one. She being the youngster and all.

- Wouldn't you like to kiss Theon? Just to know how is like? – Arya heard Jeyne ask Sansa.

- No! – Her sister responded blushing as only Sansa could.

- I would. I guess. I heard the kitchen girls all giggling saying how he is a good kisser. – Jeyne said.

Disgusting! Was all Arya could think as she hear Jeyne. Why would anyone want to kiss a boy? And Theon nonetheless! He was the weirdest boy she could think. She snorted. Automatically Jeyne and Sansa stared at her. Sansa had that look in her face that said she totally forgot Arya was there at all. Jeyne looked at her annoyed. Ohh Arya knew that face. Jeyne is thinking she mocked her, isn't she? Oh hells.

- Come on Arya – Jeyne started – Don't you think Theon is cute?

Arya let out a sound that was half disgusted half amused by that notion – No. He is definitely not cute at all.

- Stop it Jeyne! Arya is too young to think such things! – Sansa said.

Arya hated that. She really hated when anyone would say "she was too young" for anything. Ok, so maybe she did not ever thought about kissing boys. But so what? She was just not interested. It didn't mean she was too young.

- No she is not. – Jeyne said then and Arya was actually surprise to hear her say that. – Remember that time three years ago when that Frey boy came to speak with your father? – Jeyne continued speaking with Sansa. – You were Arya's age then. Remember?

Arya was pretty sure she had never seeing Sansa blush in that way before. Did Sansa kissed the Frey boy? Ohhh just wait until she told Jon about it.

- I do. – Sansa replied completing turning back to "lady mode" – But that was me.

What did she mean with that? Arya thought.

- Oh yes. – Jeyne agreed – Arya don't think about that sort of things. – Jeyne smile was somewhat evil now – Remember when she said she wanted to marry Jon? – She said in a fit of giggles.

Sansa also giggled putting her hand on her head as if she was petting her. – Yes I do. The things she said!

- And Jon nonetheless! – Jeyne giggled some more – With all that hair too. – She continued making Sansa laugh too. - Only you Arya. Really.

She got out then annoyed at the girls laughs. Arya didn't even remember saying that. She walked until one of the castle high windows seating there. Maybe she could kiss a boy just to see what all that fuss is about. Maybe Mycah. She tried to picture that at her mind but got to yucked to keep on that thought.

Her gazed fixed on the boys sparring down there at the yard. And Jeyne's words came back at her. She would never want to kiss a boy not at his lips at least. She didn't think she would ever want to kiss Theon lips too. Theon was weird. Actually he was more than just weird he had something that was weird along with something that was yucky. No never would she kiss Theon.

Arya catches sight of Jon then, his tall figure fighting against Robb at the yard. Jon's lips were probably nice. She mused. If she had to choose someone to kiss she would choose him. Maybe. Apparently with no reason she remembered the heat of his body when she cuddles against him. Her stomach suddenly does a queer flip-flop her cheeks feeling a bit hotter than normal. It feels nice. It was a strange feeling but at the same time was somewhat nice too.

Maybe she should kiss Jon she thinks dreamily. The question now is how she will convince him to kiss her?

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- I will fuck her until she cries me to stop – Theon said as graceful as ever.

- I'm guessing you have enough gold for that – Robb answered used with Theon lack of manners. – Ros is expensive remember?

Theon shrugged. – She will let me have her. I'm Ironborn you know. All ladies want a piece of us. The best lovers of the Seven Kingdoms and beyond!

Jon could not help rolling his eyes then. Seriously? Can anybody be more full of himself? He sighed. Robb glanced at him understanding.

- You just do that because you don't know how it is, Jon. – Theon went on after hearing him – To feel a woman's tit in your hand as you bang inside her making her cry your name. – He does bit his lips making a strange face. Theon was not only weird he was weird with a fetish it would seem.

Jon could honestly say he was not amused. If anything Theon descriptions made him even less interested in that. He almost couldn't help to roll his eyes again. Arya must be rubbing off in him again.

You could come with us you know. Drink and talk to the girls. – Robb said.

Oh Jon knew that. He knew that Robb did just that. Meet with the other boys' drink some sour wine and talk with the girls and maybe even kiss one girl or two. Jon did the same for some time at least.

That was until the incident with Ros. Theon thought it was about time to Jon "get it on" with a woman and had paid Ros to be with him in his last name day, as a gift ( an what a lousy gift that was). Now he couldn't go anywhere without hearing all the girls giggling at his apparent "lack of ability". It was all a lie though.

Contrary to popular belief Jon knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Ros was actually begging for him when guilt had downed on him. All the things that could go wrong had chosen that exactly moment to pop into his head.

Jon had decided a long time ago that he would never father a bastard. He would probably pledge himself to the Night's Watch so no woman had to bear his bastard name. And so he refused her.

Saying Ros got mad with him was an understatement. She got furious. After he got out she went out whispering for everyone he couldn't do it. That he was inadequate (small she had said small his mind provided inconveniently as usual. But he would not think about that ever again). Since then he had refused to visit any tavern in Winterfell. Actually he had refused to visit any tavern at all.

- I doubt that! – Theon barked – Jon never felt desire for any woman! He prefers the company of little kids – he snorted.

His treacherous body twitched making him feel a slight pang a phantom from the hardness he felt earlier that day. Making his face blank Jon fought the urge to reply Theon words. Oh he felt desire well enough. He had made Ros throb. He had made her beg him to do her. He could (would) agree it felt nice to hear her say his name like that. It had also sounded fake though as if something was amiss. It was that something that made him stop.

He still felt that too. As the way he had awoken today. As if his body was begging him for a release he wouldn't (couldn't) provide. Some corner of his mind whispered Arya name in his mind then. Suddenly he was ashamed of that feeling all over again.

He bit his lips trying to contain the anger and the flood of unfamiliar emotions that threaten to engulf him. What was happening to him? Robb choose that moment to save him from his thoughts though.

- Jon is too much like dad, Theon. He doesn't like to stay in the crowd. – Robb said – Let's get going or Ros will be occupied by the time we get there.

Jon smiled towards Robb silently thanking him (and silently felling a bit guilty too). After saying good bye Jon went towards the kitchens.

As he entered he heard Jeyne Poole let out a little laugh. Oh that was just great. Ros whispers must have gotten in the ears of the castle gossip queen. He clenched his hand slightly would that rumor never disappear?

- Jon! – Bran called him distracting him from his sore thoughts – Can you tell us a ghost history?

Jon smiled. Of course he could. After the supper he gathered his half-brothers by the fire and told them some scary history he had heard from his uncle Benjen. Bran was seated against his dire wolf Summer. Rickon was dozing off as it was Shaggy Dog. Ghost and Nymeria were close to Arya.

By the time he had finished the history Bran was also almost sleeping. Lady Catelyn had already gone to her chambers (thank the gods). Lord Eddard took Rickon in his arms taking him to his bedroom Bran tagging along holding his their dad's hand.

He looked at Arya almost letting out a sight. He knew that face. That little smirk at her lips that said she wouldn't even bother to pass in her bedroom before sneaking in his bed. He guessed he could land her another one of his shirts. As they walked towards his (their) bedroom he thought he had seen her cast him a strange look. Almost dreamy. Odd. It wasn't even one of the "I have such a good prank to do with you" sorts of look. Very odd. But it was just his impression, wasn't it?