"You are awake." Jon remarked when she felt Mya wake up and freeze at her unfamiliar situation.
She relaxed at his words and opened her eyes. Beautiful blue eyes.
"Jon." She smiled at him. "It's morning."
He brushed his fingers through her dark hair. Baratheon hair.
"You have your father's features." He idly remarked.
She stiffened in his arms.
"You know about my father?" She asked with a trace of fear.
"Robert Baratheon." He nodded. "He and Lord Stark were foster brothers."
"Oh."
"If things were bad for you, you could have gone to Lord Stark and he would have protected you."
Mya turned her head away.
"It is one thing to protect your friend's daughter, and another to protect her from royalty."
She sounded resigned, and Jon wondered if Cersei had already tried something against Robert's bastards. He wanted to ask what she meant, but it was clear she did not wish to talk about it.
"Ah, I should get going." Mya got up. "The morning training should start now."
"Mya." He called her in a harsh tone. "You are not staying at the Night's Watch."
"..."
"Mya."
"I have to. It is the purpose I have chosen for myself."
"Purpose, huh."
He pulled her back to the bed, climbed over her and trapped both her hands over her head by one hand. He used the other to play with her cunt, and kissed her furiously.
"I once thought that I knew my purpose. But it turned out I might be wrong."
Jon let her think over that and peppered kisses from her neck to her breasts, all while his fingers played inside of her.
"So what.." She panted. "What will you do?"
Jon sat up, straddling his lover, then ran his hands from the palms of her hands, down to her shoulders, over her breasts then down to her ass, giving it a good grope. She groaned at the sensations. Jon manoeuvred her legs from under him to over his shoulders and lined his dick against her slit.
"I will investigate." He thrusted inside her.
Mya, remembering their situation, bit on her hand to not make too much noise.
"I need to know." Jon explained between thrusts. "Just what am I fighting for?"
They continued fucking that way, till she orgasmed. Then Jon turned her sideways, and with one of her leg still on his shoulder, fucked her even deeper, plowing her with the entirety of his cock.
"I intend to go further North." He explained.
"Mwah?" She murmured blearily as she orgasmed again, and Jon grunted, his large balls slapping against her ass.
"To find a place I am needed. Before I swear my life to an institution. As infested. As the Night's Watch." He explained with his every long thrust.
Mya mewled again, which he took as an agreement, and tightened around his dick in another orgasm.
"So promise me this," Jon stopped, letting her ride out the high, then bent down, bending her legs into a mating press. He looked into her eyes and demanded. "Come with me. And we will find our purpose together."
He pulled out right before he came, and finished on her thighs.
Mya groaned from below him.
"And now I'm completely late for training."
"Hmm. Just as I planned."
She slapped him on the chest.
"Come on, we need to go see someone." Jon slapped her on the ass.
…
"Brynden Rivers? Why, that is a name I haven't heard in such a long while." The old maester commented as he sat down opposite Jon and Mya.
"Is there any information you have about his last ranging?"
"All the Lord Commanders keep journals. And he might have mentioned his destination in it before leaving."
"Do you have them, Maester?"
"Well, you would have to ask Lord Mormont. They are kept under his purview."
Jon considered that, but didn't have high hopes of convincing the old bear.
"I really only need that particular piece of information. Would it be possible for us to merely take a look?"
"Is this something your father has asked of you?"
Lord Stark? He hadn't asked it of him, but if he was aware of the Others or even of Bloodraven and his interest in Bran, he would certainly want more information.
"It is on my father's behalf that I must investigate Lord Brynden's disappearance, decades old as it may be."
"I see. If it is for your father, I suppose I could let you read it. But only in my presence."
Jon got the weirdest sense that Aemon was expecting a lot more from this conversation, but he took what he needed and left.
The arrangements had been a pain to make, but Jon sold his horse and paid more gold to buy two garrons from the Watch, along with rations for their journey. The Lord Commander had not been very pleased at his sudden plan of an excursion, but neither of them were convicts and could just leave whenever they wanted.
So the Old Bear had decided to make use of them and sent them with a ranger to replenish some supply drops.
Without a crazy tall Wall for them to fight from, the Watch did a lot more ranging so they'd not be taken off guard by wildlings. One would think that this would lead to a lot more deaths among the rangers, but over the past thousands of years, the Watch had learnt to adapt to it.
They had made a lot more effort into trading with the freefolk. People as friendly to the Watch as Craster were in every village south of the Fist, and still many north of it. And for when a ranger could not get to one of these friends of the Watch, there were supply drop points where the rangers hid things like rations, a dagger, some rope, dry cloth.
Without the crutch that was the skyscraper sized Wall, the North had actually come together quite well to support the Watch as well. Jon found it all quite interesting.
Mya didn't enjoy all the lore as much when he explained it that night after sex.
AN: So I removed the Others because I just wanted to focus on the sex. So I also replaced the humongous Wall with a more reasonable one. But then I got into how that changed how the Watch operated without it.