Are you taking those wedding prompts?! Because I would do pretty much anything for “we’re assigned to this mission in which we have to pretend to be a married couple, but i’m actually really in love with you” or “it’s our honeymoon but we’re spies/secret agents/whatever and bad guys keep appearing to ruin everything.” for Jon/Sansa!? I just really want spies-in-love Jon/Sansa :)

They slip away from the party separately as planned – Sansafirst, Jon second, to rendezvous in the stairwell. Sansa’s only mildly anxiouswhen Jon’s half a minute late – he’s a professional, after all – but he showsup as she’s adjusting her thigh holster, and all is well. “You’re late,” sheaccuses without heat.

“And you started without me,” he replies. He twitches hisjacket sleeve back to check the time. “Come on, let’s go.”

They only have fifteen minutes to break into Tywin Lannister’ssuite and inject the server virus that will bring Casterly Rock to its knees,so she saves her tart reply for later. Jon takes point, and Sansa sticks closebehind. They find their destination without issue or interruption, and Sansatypes in the combination she stole the day prior. The door clicks open. She andJon share a quick smile.

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