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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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"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.

"Don't worry. I don't aim to kill anyone for a while." Right now, she thinks the only blood she wants to spill is if someone comes for her. It's either the Capitol or another enemy, but she doesn't think she's taking a life randomly. She may be sharp and fierce and a killer, but she's not a murderer. "So that leaves the other option," she replies coyly.

"A kiss with a fist, more like," Jon said, giving her an appraising look. She was fierce, this woman, and that warmed his blood like nothing had for a long time. Starks had ice in their veins, or so it was sad, but Jon was having trouble remembering that at the moment.

"If you want my fist in your face after my lips, you just have to ask nicely," Johanna says, sweet as pie as if she's back to being that innocent little girl that she'd faked to save her life. "Like I said. Don't worry. I wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face of yours. You're very nice to look at."

"I've been told I'm prettier than some men's daughters," Jon said, laughing warmly. "It's nice to know that wasn't a false compliment."

He drew a little closer to her in the water, touching her shoulder lightly. "May I kiss you, my lady?"

She holds where she is, her arms draped out in a wide spread and she invites him in with nothing more than a steady lick of her lower lips. "You're very polite to ask," she promises, leaning forward, "but you really don't have to."

"You should always ask a lady her leave to be touched," Jon countered, leaning in and cupping her face in his hands.

"That is how you know she truly wants you."

He's polite, too. Well, maybe she can break him in a little better, but that leaves a second impression to be seen. Still, when he does that gentle little face-cupping crap, she pounces, lunging forward to kiss and bite, trying to guarantee that he's not walking away without marks.

She was fierce, this Johanna, and it just made Jon want her even more. He had never had much use for the fine ladies whose fathers were trying to make matches for Robb and, instead, had always liked the girls with a bit of spirit and spite in them.

Jon wound his hands in her hair and kissed her back, trying to meet her fury with his own.

He needs to be more aggressive, but Johanna figures if he's not going to do it without a little coaxing, she can help out if that's what's holding him back. She bares her lip, grinning as she uses more teeth, biting on his lower lip as she pounces to pin him against the other side of the hot tub.

Finnick would just say this is why she hasn't got herself a boyfriend. He wouldn't be wrong.

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