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I want you bad

She's starting to get twitchy.

Generally, it's not like Johanna ever goes for a very long drought without getting what she wants. She's secure in her body, aggressive, and back home, just famous enough that one look could get her into bed with any man she likes. Here, though, it's not as easy. She's not so easily recognized and when she's as aggressive as she usually is to get what she wants, it gets met with shyness or nerves or a general rebuff.

It's starting to make her twitchy and Johanna gets violent pretty quickly after. It means her axe is going to find something to get embedded in if she can't find someone to make her sweat and scream soon. If she can't do it horizontally, she's going for next best thing, which is why she's coming back from a ten mile run around the grounds, panting and glistening and feeling her heart racing. It's not exactly what she wants, but it's not a bad distraction for now.

Grabbing a towel, she wipes the sweat from her forehead as she spots a figure on the horizon, grinning a little wider. "Even better," she notes to herself, "the kind of distraction I could grow to like."

She licks her lips and runs the towel over her neck as she squints, trying to get a better view of who's approaching, but she already knows that it'll be better than running laps. Maybe today's the day she stops being so twitchy, after all. Her luck's got to start changing sometime.

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Jon usually tried to keep himself in fighting form and part of that was running drills, no matter how much he hated the heat of this place. It would never be the snow and ice he was used to, that was for certain, but he had grown used to how to adapt after his years here and on the island.

After quite a run, he stripped bare to the waist, trying to cool off a bit before running some more. When he saw the woman across the way, he lifted his shirt up a bit, intending to put it back on.

"Apologies, my lady. I did not realize I wasn't alone."

Well, he's attractive, there's that much, if a little too polite for her liking. "Don't apologize," she says bluntly, because she can't handle that much goodie niceness before it overwhelms her. Her eyes drift to the shirt, that itch starting to get worse. "And don't even think about putting that back on. I like the view."

She was certainly...blunt. Jon hadn't had much in the way of bluntness since Leah's disappearance and, before her, Ygritte but he found it refreshing. If a woman was direct, it meant he didn't necessarily have to be.

"Well, I would not want to spoil my lady's view. I'll leave it off."

"Good man," Johanna replies, patting herself down with her own towel as she catches her breath. Nothing really ever comes close to running for your life, but that's not even the itch she's been trying to scratch, so she's not surprised at how supremely dissatisfying the run had been. "What's your name?" she coaxes. "Otherwise you're just going to be 'hot body' in my head."

"Lord Commander Snow," he said, still taken aback by how direct this woman truly was. He was used to it, certainly, but it had been a while since such had been focused solely on him.

"I mean, Jon. You can call me Jon."

"Lord Commander?" she echoes, her little laugh a touch pitying and somewhat disappointed that he's really this fussy and put together. She likes to break people so much more. "Jon works a lot better," she promises, stepping a little closer to him. "You can call me Johanna."

"Well met, Johanna," Jon said, swallowing thickly. She made him nervous, Johanna, and he wondered if that was because she was a lovely young woman or if it was because she was impossibly forward and in his space.

"Where do you hail from, then, my lady?"

Usually, only Caesar calls her a lady, always when he's trying to butter her up or try and make her simper and say the things that he wants her to say. Her lip curls up with something like amusement and a mild edge of danger when it comes to such a term. "Ever heard of District 7?" she asks. "I don't think you have. You wouldn't be calling me a lady if you have."

"No, I've not," Jon admitted. She made him feel a bit wary and on edge and it was a way he hadn't felt since Ygritte, more or less,so as much as he wasn't certain whether or not she wanted to kill him or kiss him, he was intrigued to find out which.

"I was raised at Winterfell," Jon said, since they were offering origins. "I don't know if you'll know it."

"Never heard of it," she says immediately, because it's not something that rings a bell and she's made sure to keep aware of as many things as she can in her world. The resistance and the fight against the Capitol means knowing your enemy, sometimes intimately. "What's it like?"

"Cold, my lady," Jon said, lips quirking up in a bit of a smile. "There's hot pools in the Godswood, though, and they're warm enough that there's no snow cover there. It's brutal, in winter, but it's my home. I'll never consider myself at home anywhere else - this place included."

Johanna is eager, now, since they're touching on a topic that she enjoys so much. "Hot pools," she says, running her finger slowly over his chest. "They have hot pools here, too, in the sauna," she says. "Why don't you come with me and I'll make you feel like you're at home."

Jon wasn't entirely prepared for her touch but after the long run, a soak in the pools did sound like it might be quite nice. He nodded his assent and offered his hand to her.

"Might I escort you, my lady?"

"Only if you promise to stay," she says, already sussing out that he's the kind of man she could eat up with a spoon and she's very interested to see what's under the rest of him. "You can tell me more about your Winterfell." Because anything's better than hearing about the Capitol and the districts.

Jon, to his credit, did not blush. Instead, he took her hand and started to lead her toward the hot pools. It had been since Leah left that he'd had a woman and that had been quite a long while indeed; while his heart was hardened to thoughts of love, lust was something not so easily slaked.

"I do not intend to leave you bereft, I assure you of that."

She curls up her hand in his, impressed by the fact that he's taking a little bit of initiative. She likes that in a man. Her smile is a wicked little thing, licking her lower lip as they walk. "Oh, trust me, I don't plan on being bereft for very long, not if you're around," she says, a little bit of sweetness in her tone. "You're going to make sure of that."

"I don't know if you intend to love me or kill me, my lady," Jon said, laughing nervously. Ghost had come and gone, not interested in the goings on of humans, and he wondered if he ought not have kept the direwolf close.

"Well, the night is still young," she muses to herself, giving him a sharp look that says she's still only teasing, but that she could do it if she managed to her hands on a sharp object. Even a blunt one could work, if she wields it the right way. "But don't worry, I think you're too pretty to kill."

"I've been told that before by a woman with an arrow to my throat," Jon said, laughing wryly. "I am grateful that apparently my beauty stayed her hand. I prefer being alive to dead."

"You're a very beautiful man. I'm not surprised it's saved your life before," Johanna notes wryly, sighing with relief as the hot tub comes into sight. She trips off her top, following by the wiggle out of her shorts and shoes, the socks going last as she makes her way, naked, to the hot tub. She perches at the edge, glancing over her freckled shoulder. "Coming?" she asks, knotting her hair up above her head.

Jon had not entirely expected her to strip down entirely and he tamped down his embarrassment before stripping himself, sliding into the warm waters of the pool.

"It always feels so good to have a soak after a long bout of swordplay. It eases the muscles and makes everything seem tolerable again."

Johanna smiles coyly, enjoying the way she holds his gaze even though he clearly doesn't feel so ready to get naked. Shame. It's why she likes Finnick so much. He's always ready to put himself on display. "Do you do a lot of swordwork, then? I'm pretty handy with an axe, but all sharp points are familiar for me."

"I prefer a bastard sword," Jon said, "Though I've done knives and arrows too. There's just something comforting about the heavy grip of a sword. It feels solid and safe."

"Maybe if you get a knife that's built the right way, after this, you and I can sweat together a little more," she encourages, having been missing someone to fight against properly. "I promise, I won't go easy on you." In fact, she thinks she could earn a little more respect for Jon after a good fight.

"I have the feeling you'd almost rather kill me than kiss me," Jon agreed, laughing a bit. "You're certainly what I'd describe as fierce."

Beautiful, terrifying and fascinating - it had been a while since Jon had encountered all three in one person.

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