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~1~
They reached for the water bottle at the same time. Sansa was able to snatch it before Jon’s fingers were able to close around its neck.
“First,” she said after she took a generous sip. Jon sighed and reached for another bottle.
~2~
“First,” Jon said smugly after he spit the rest of the toothpaste out in the sink. Sansa stared at him with her toothbrush still in her mouth.
“That’s not a good thing,” she replied.
~3~
“First!” Sansa called as Jon and Ghost slowly came into view. She and Lady looked calm and collected while Jon was sure he and Ghost looked exhausted and windswept. “What took you two so long?” she asked playfully.
Jon shot a hard look in Ghost’s direction, which his pet happily ignored. “Ghost spotted another squirrel,” Jon muttered. Sansa laughed.
~4~
The stands erupted in cheers when Jon stepped up on the gold medal podium. Once the coveted award was gently placed around his neck, he searched for that familiar flash of red hair among the spectators. Once he spotted her, he lifted his index finger and mouthed, “First.” She was too far away to really spot her reaction, but Jon was sure that Sansa was rolling her eyes.
~1~
“First!” Sansa gasped as her legs tightened around his waist and her nails dug into his shoulders.
“Always,” Jon groaned into her neck as his release followed soon after.