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[furthered]

you ever been to new york?

[letsgogirls]

Not recently. Why?

[furthered]

Know any Everett’s by chance?

[All he’s saying is they look a lot alike and maybe they’re related.]

[letsgogirls]

Can't say I have. Your family?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has been fighting fever and chills for most of this week and she's barely gotten out of bed. She's texted a little, here and there, and Jake has promised to bring her soup; she's looking forward to it.

In anticipation for his arrival, she leaves the door unlocked for him and crawls back in bed, curling under the covers.

[letsgogirls]

He's going to speak to her about this leaving doors unlocked business. Jake huffed as he entered her apartment, with a knock and a call down the hall. "It's Jake, Sansa. I'm locking your door."

He juggled the bag holding the soup in a thermos, with a couple of things he hoped she would like and were easy to eat while locking her door, then made his way to the kitchen to set down the bag. He cased the apartment, making sure it was safe before he went looking for Sansa.

He wasn't really paying attention to the fact he was in her bedroom, not when she was sick.

"Hey Sansa, where are you?" He had an idea, what with the pile of blankets on the bed and Jonquil close to the head of the pile, but he would give Sansa the chance to announce herself.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Bed," Sansa says, calling out from beneath her pile of blankets. She's miserable and feels terrible so she's glad she has someone to keep her company. She pokes her head out and manages a weak smile for Jake. Jonquil takes this as her opportunity to flee down beneath the blankets and curls up alongside Sansa's body.

"I can't breathe."

[letsgogirls]

"Well let's get you comfortable, first." He leaned over. "I'm going to kiss your forehead. My sister did that to check my temperature when I was sick. That okay?"

Of course she could breathe, she wasn't blue. She was just congested like hell, and she was not the sweetest of patients, not with that slight whine.

text; 10/11/2016

[theladyofwinterfell]

i feel a little better.

[letsgogirls]

Oh good, I was wondering. Taking it easy still?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I am, yes, but I want to go on another date if...you do not think that is too forward to ask?

[letsgogirls]

[ blink she asked him. holy shit. ]

No, that's not forward at all. What would you like to do?

text; 11/20/2016

[theladyofwinterfell]

are you feeling well enough to escort me home from work?

[letsgogirls]

Uh, yeah I am. Want me to bring Petunia?

[theladyofwinterfell]

Oh, yes.

[A few moments later.]

Will you stay the night with me?

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[furthered]

If you're free, wanna come over?

[He's been meaning to get them together sooner, but with Edgar showing up, he's been distracted. Curtis sends the second text a minute after.]

Need to tell you about someone.

[letsgogirls]

Yeah, sure. I can come by. I think I met him. Thought I was you.

12/25

[furthered]

[ Curtis leaves a package for Jake, wrapped in pink paper with a note that says - It's the right thing to do. -Curtis ]

[letsgogirls]

[and Curtis gets his present a few hours later. Sorry, he has a girlfriend who needed him]

01.01.2017 - early morning.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa has danced all night and now she thinks her feet cannot possibly carry her another step. She's just finished another round of dancing and drinks with Margaery when she finds Jake again and she is warm and tipsy, bubbly with champagne and good feelings.

The color is high on her cheeks when she slips off her heels and puts her arms around his neck, pushing herself up against his chest.

"Ja-ake," she sing-songs, heels delicately held in one hand while she looks up at him. "We should go home, Jake."

[letsgogirls]

Jake had been watching Sansa enjoy herself, smiling at people he met but basically propping up the wall. He was getting a little socialed out.

He straightened up when Sansa approached and draped against him, his hands automatically came up to her waist. She was plastered.

"Hey, babe. Yeah, we can go home. Can you walk?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa grins at him and nods quickly. It is going to take a little bit of effort, of course, but she thinks she can walk home. It's going to be easier if he lets her lean on him, though.

"You'll let me lean on you, sweetling?"

For Sansa - Tattooed on his heart - May 5th

[letsgogirls]

It had been a little while since he last had ink done, but the rush was still the same, as black lines were embedded into his skin, flying along his ribs and over his heart. The healing was going to be a pain, but he had Sansa to help, and as long as he was very careful with keeping it covered and moist, he would be fine.

But first, making the fluffs sit. He was too sore to lift his left arm to ward them off. "Petunia, Jonquil, Lady, Alys, on your bottoms. Cookie. Continue licking your ass like a lady." Cookie glanced up and stretched as the dogs and Eevee obeyed Jake's command. He squats to reward them for good behavior with pets, then glances up at Sansa with a grin, his eyes appreciatively traveling up her long legs.

"Sansa, we might have a problem. The pack likes to step on me, and well, I can't have them stepping on my chest while I heal."

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa blushes a little when Jake gazes up and down her legs but she doesn't make any move to hide. She's worn a very short skirt today, something more modern than her Westerosi garb, and she thinks he appreciates it when she dresses like a modern woman. It's very freeing.

"No, they cannot step on you while your tattoo heals. I suppose I'll have to start closing the bedroom door at night. Normally we don't, unless we're...busy but it may warrant it."

[letsgogirls]

Jake settled on his backside, clearly enjoying his view. He loved it when Sansa wore shorter skirts, or shorts, or anything showing off those gorgeous legs of hers.

"Yeah, it would hurt. Don't you think they'll be upset? I mean, they do have beds out here but they're used to sleeping with us."