Daenerys VI

I'm ready.

As evening settled into night, Dany's flagship north had come to life along the still waters of the Narrow Sea. Copious amounts of food, wine and conversation had flowing around the large dining table this evening, an indulgent continuation of last night's festivities on Dragonstone.

Good omens, she thought, praying for more as she willingly returned to the frozen tundra of her nightmares, although this time she felt better prepared for her journey. The boat had been stocked with a plethora of amenities fit for both King and Queen and their closest advisors; cured and fresh meats, cheeses, ales and wines, flatbreads, combs of honey, and the last of the fruit including a modest crate of lemons for Jon's sister. There were also plenty of heavy furs and wools, medicines, and as many candles and flints as could be gathered. Freshly forged dragonglass weapons took up much of the hull space. If this was going to be a long trip through unpredictable weather under dangerous circumstances, Dany wanted their short respite at sea to at least be a pleasurable one.

Devising this trip to White Harbor and onto Winterfell had proved more difficult than expected. Both Jorah and Tyrion strongly objected to her going over land and sea citing safety concerns, but Dany had remained unwilling to budge on the matter, a continued sore point at every discussion. But there was something else that threw her off guard, ever since returning from King's Landing; Tyrion's growing displeasure over her budding relationship with Jon. Ha! How dare he? After all of his incessant ribbing about her stolen glances and Jon's longing stares, practically throwing them together through well-placed words in conversations? She didn't even want to think of Jorah and his own manner of intrusion; sound advice masquerading as interference. With the exception of Missandei and Grey Worm, she was on a ship with well-meaning, trusted advisors all hell-bent on thwarting her hard-fought, long overdue happiness. Dany had conceded to them at every turn before but no more, she intended to have her way.

After settling in, the small cadre of passengers had shared a lavish dinner of juicy roasted pork in red wine sauce, buttered mushrooms and caramelized sweet onions, fresh bread stuffed with warm cheese and date spread, ripe fireplums and apricots soaked in honey wine and mint. Bottomless flagons of sour Dornish red and bitter dark ale. A wondrous display of overt extravagance, Dany had known, just one more night of distraction, we all needed it, although none could escape the inevitability that awaited them in the North.

And inevitability was very much on her mind tonight. Although Dany played gracious Queen for her table of companions, she had found her mind wandering, unable to concentrate much on the meal at hand, trying hard not to be painfully aware of Jon who sat directly opposite her. The heated memory of yesterday in the stone garden was still fresh in her thoughts, as one glance across the table reminded her. Whenever she had looked up during the evening, Jon was there, the desire in his eyes undeniable as he rested casually against his chair back. His blatant disregard for keeping up appearances at dinner had unnerved her, but she inwardly admired his boldness and honesty. He wanted her, he didn't care who knew it.

Dany had pleaded fatigue soon after all lemon cakes were eaten. She rose from the table to take her leave, watching Jon watch her go, a smirk creeping up his handsome face, leaning back on the carved chair with ease, an eyebrow curled with a hint of arrogance. Dany felt her stomach flutter as she returned his mischievous smile with her own, leaving the men to their continued talk of politics and strategy. Late was the hour when voices had finally quieted and tired bodies returned to their respective cabins, bellies full of wine and good spirits. Soon, the groan of the ship was the only sound heard as Dany relished the quiet of night once again.

Calm winds rocked the boat in a gentle lullaby, the midnight waves bathed in bright moonlight as Dany prepared for bed. The sour Dornish red sung through her veins, spreading warmth throughout as she stretched her limbs, feeling sated and relaxed for once. Exhaling deeply, threw herself into the nearest chair to remove her boots, wanting badly to undress and curl her toes in the plush Qohorik rug that adorned the floor in her chamber. So warm and soft, a special treat for this cold trip. The wood panels of her cabin glowed in the dim candlelight, still warm and cozy enough even as the cold of winter grew stronger with each mile North. But the hour was late, probably best to go to sleep…

An unexpected knock. Dany was glad she hadn't undressed just yet. Missandei just checking in, she knew. Reaching the door and pulling hard on the thick iron brace, it swung open widely as Dany was taken aback by her late night visitor.

Jon, he's here.

Their eyes held each other for what felt like an eternity, neither saying a word in the doorway. Dany's heart hammered in her ears, not knowing what to say, only knowing that she wanted him more than anything. He was beautiful, honorable, standing there waiting for her to respond. The pit of her stomach churned, passion flaring in response, and all she could think of was wanting to adore every inch of this man before her. With her hand still on the door, she pushed it open wider still, a silent invitation that was quickly accepted. In three strides Jon was beside her, swiftly closed the door behind them, the bolt firmly put in place.

Her body was poised in anticipation, her senses consumed by him as Jon steadily closed the short distance between them. She inhaled the familiar scent of leather and sandalwood soap that clung to him, filling everything around her. His eyes were dark, an intensity of desire and fierceness that she hadn't seen in him before. Closer and closer, wordlessly, she found herself backed against the heavy oak door with nowhere to go.

He reached for her, one arm circling her waist, the other braced against the door, pulling her hard and close until his mouth hovered just above hers. Dany braced her arms against his as Jon lifted her up onto her tippy toes, holding her fast against him, looming large and gorgeous mere inches from her, meeting his wanting gaze with her own. Jon finally spoke, breathless words wrapped in his deep Northern growl,

"Will you have me, love?"

"Yes…"

And before she could say another word, Jon's lips met hers hard and fierce as Dany eagerly replied, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him tightly against her, matching her pent-up desire with his own. For so long she had wanting to feel each touch, for those stolen moments to last a moment longer. Her desire pulsed throughout her body, swelling every inch of her to his touch as he pulled her closer. He was everything she wanted; passionate, loyal, fierce, and handsome. Dany scorned the world and every distraction that kept them apart for so long, he was here now, she'll never let him go again.

Jon's mouth drifted across her jawbone, trailing kisses downward, his lips brushing back and forth against the soft hollow of her throat as her head rested back against the door. His whispered words drowned by her breathless sighs, closing her eyes against the waves of heat rising within her. For a moment, Jon lifted his face from her only to have Dany twine her hands behind his head, pulling him back down to her, the need to kiss him thoroughly after all these months not yet fully satisfied. She heard him groan softly against her mouth as Jon tugged gently on her hair, forcing her face upwards even more as his mouth forced her lips apart, tongue devoured hers, kissing her deeply as Dany responded, biting his lower lip, moaning softly as she melted into him.

Jon lifted her effortlessly, holding her fully against his body and undeniable arousal, his mouth never leaving hers as he walked them closer to her oversized bed. As he lowered back down to the floor at the foot of her bed, Dany felt the thick Qohorik rug tickle her toes, warm and soft beneath her.

Flushed and breathless, Dany leaned back from their heated embrace, her hands curling around the leather collar of his vest, pulling his face to hers, insistent, their eyes meeting once more.

"I want you, all of you," Dany quietly demanded, his words from yesterday echoing through her right now. Jon stood in heightened awareness as she began undressing him, watching his Queen have her way under a satisfying grin that Dany had grown to love. Jon's heavy gambeson was quickly unbuckled at the shoulders, its heavy weight sinking to his feet. He kicked it to one side then took to heeling off his boots one after the other with deft agility.

"Hmmmm," Jon murmured, smiling as they both looked down, bare feet sinking into the plushness of the rug beneath them.

"You like it?" Dany asked, wiggling her toes while still undoing the laces of his leather vest.

"Aye, very much," he growled, reaching out to grab the front of her coat, pulling her close once more, feverishly kissing her again while her hands pushed the vest down over his shoulders, making quick work of his trouser ties as they joined the rest of his clothing on the floor. Jon brushed her hands aside, reaching to unbutton her wool coat as Dany stepped out of her long, thick skirts, tossing her discarded clothing on the empty chair nearby.

Their linen undershirts were the last remnant of modesty between them, cool air exposing the thinness of the fabric, leaving little to the imagination. Their frantic pace to devour each other slowed to a momentary pause, leaving them both short of breath. Jon stood back for a moment, taking in the sight of her as Dany met his gaze. He was truly gorgeous, she mused. His muscled legs strong under his shirt which was pleasantly tented, barely shielding his arousal. Dany took a small step forward then another, she slowly reached out and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, her fingers grazing his hardness, Jon's breath came short, inhaling deeply at her touch. She grabbed a handful of linen and tugged him hard toward her, he gave minimal resistance, eyes never leaving hers, that beautiful smirk gracing his darkly handsome face.

Dany turned and pushed him to sit at the edge the bed, Jon grabbing her hand, pulling her between his spread legs. Dany cupped his face and kissed him gently at first, then harder and more demanding, her tongue tasting his as he responded, his lips hard against hers. His hands savored every area of her body, caressing her, awakening her body with every strained breath she took leaving nothing untouched. She pulled him closer but it wasn't enough, his arms held her hips tightly. Flushed and panting, Dany swiftly removed her linen shirt in one motion, and Jon's eyes widened a bit, her nakedness just inches from his face. Her hands reached out to hold his face, eyes meeting hers, she leaned in to kiss him with purpose, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

"Take me now," Dany breathed between kisses.

"No."

"No?"

"You heard me," Jon said defiantly, leaning back from her kiss, slowly reaching up and behind his neck to pull his linen shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He reached to bring her close again but was met with resistance, her body rigid with audacity, how dare he say no!

Looking down at him, Her eyes flared with mischief and need, "Well, in that case…" Dany responded, moving to straddle him, her desire not wanting to wait a moment longer.

In the same moment, Jon reacted, pulling her tight against him and bringing his mouth to her breast. Jon rasped his beard lightly against her flush, tight skin as her body betrayed her, moaning softly, her hands twined behind his head. Feeling her insistence, his lips closed gently over one nipple, his tongue licking, sliding over her and around her, his attention more demanding than the previous, tugging and sucking hard on her stiff peaks until she could barely stand.

His breath was warm on her skin as he suckled her, bending her to suit his will, his mouth, his tongue, setting her skin on fire. The pulsing urgency was rising, Dany felt like a goddess being worshipped in his arms. Gods, how much longer could she stand this? Jon's grip was firm but gentle, her skin tingling with each savoring kiss and brush of his beard. There was nothing else in the world, only the two of them mattered.

Dany felt a warm trickle of wetness slipping down her lips, settling on her inner thigh. She pressed her legs together, keeping it from going any further, but the pulsing sensation of the pressure drummed through her, awakening her body even more. The pleasure was overwhelming, it had been so long, it had never felt so good.

Jon's hand trailed down her leg and slowly pushing them apart and Dany obliged willingly, wanting his touch everywhere, yearning to feel him deep inside her. His mouth continued its assault of her; licking and nibbling each rosy peak, his beard caressing her into madness. His warm hand found the evidence of her desire, running his fingers along the trail of wetness on her thigh on their ascent to her pouty, damp center.

Resting his chin between her breasts and looking very much like an innocent, Jon gazed up at her as she tried to keep steady, eyes teasing her, a crooked grin on his face.

"Hmmmm, silver everywhere," Jon murmured softly against her skin, kissing each nipple lightly.

He was toying with me, she shivered, but then his hand reached its destination, fingers running through her fine, curly hair, brushing gently against her small nub of intense pleasure. Not being able to hold back anymore, Dany moaned loudly, shivering in pleasure, gripping Jon to hold steady as his fingers penetrated and withdrew, sliding effortlessly into her wetness as the world fell away.

"What am I going to do with you," he snickered gently, his warm breath on her skin, "standing here, dripping like that. I can't let that sweetness go to waste."

He drew his fingers back for her to see, dripping with her desire. Jon's eyes locked on her, deep pools of desire, playful and serious, wanting her to watching him as he sucked them clean.

"You are delicious…"

That's it.

Dany's resolve broke. Enough of the games. Grabbing Jon behind his neck, Dany brought one knee up on to his seated tight, attempting to climb and straddle him to end this suffering that he was subjecting her to. He was hard against her belly as she positioned herself right over him, slowly lowering down, rubbing the head of his cock against her pulsing, wet opening. But in one fuild motion, Jon lifted her up and away, letting himself fall back onto the bed with her on top of him.

Dany, seizing the moment, reaching up and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fully and thoroughly as she moved her way up his body, her hands roaming and touching every inch of him. Jon was lithe and strong under her as he bit and teased and Dany couldn't get enough, holding him tighter, her body flushed and aching under his touch.

She broke their embrace, breathlessly wanting to end this exquisite torture that throbbed through her body, needing him hard and deep inside her at this very moment, "Look.." she began to say, but in the next moment, Jon swiftly rolled over, pulling Dany underneath him, nudging her legs open with his, fitting himself perfectly within her embrace.

"Yeah…" he responded as if answering her need for fulfillment. Jon bent to kiss her waiting mouth, her lips parted in breathless pleasure as he slowly moved upwards, his hardness teasing, stretching her wide to accommodate him, her wetness gliding over him, sliding down her thighs. Dany thrust her hips, attempting to hungrily pull him deeper, feeling her muscles tensing around him as he inched his way further in.

Jon sighed, pulling his face away from hers, breathless with desire. his eyes searching hers as if she held an answer he was desperately seeking. Dany saw a shift, from want to need, the lines on his face softened as his hand came up caress her cheek. It was so gentle and loving compared to the frenzy that got them here and she knew, Love, she saw, as much as I love him. Her own eyes responded, wanting him to know she felt it too; that he was her match, unexpected and perfect in every way. Love.

Unable to stand the slow torture any further, Jon obliged her in one quick motion, driving himself into her with a fierce thrust that left them both gasping, his mouth coming down hard on hers. A deep moan escaped her throat as she pulled her knees up, legs circling his hips, thrusting in synchronicity, wanting all of him, deeper, harder. His lips where everywhere, her body was on fire, feeling as though she were going to die from the pleasure.

"My love," Jon whispered between kisses, thrusting deeper, meeting her impatience with his own.

Dany could feel Jon swelling inside her, thrusting deep against her womb, as the familiar shivers of desire began to take hold. She pulled her legs tighter around his waist, keeping him close and deep, grinding her hips against his in a circular motion, his hardness massaging every inch, filling her soft wetness. The intensity of her movement pushed Jon over the edge, waves of pleasure washing over him as Dany clung to him, willing him faster, harder. She was almost there and so was he, She wanted to feel every inch of him, to love him fiercely like this for the rest of her days.

"Jon…Jon…", she heard herself moan, holding him tight as he drove into her again and again until Dany crested over the edge with him. Jon feverishly held her in place under him, pressing into her as far as he could go, his face buried in her hair as they moaned and shivered, climaxing in unison. Dany convulsed, a deep, prolonged shudder shook them both, wave upon wave, and when it was over, Jon collapsed with a deep, satisfying sigh of relief and pleasure. Dany welcoming the full weight of him on top of her. He is mine, her small smile grew as he looked down, meeting her gaze, still laying deep inside her, the throbbing pleasure pulsing with their heartbeats, sated and content.

"The first of many tonight, my Queen," Jon growled gently into her ear, showing her what he meant by thrusting the point home once more. Her body instinctively moaned at the pressure, squeezing him gently inside her, she reached up and kissed him.

"But it's morning," she correctly playfully as Jon lowered his face to bite the softness of her neck making Dany yelp involuntarily. His body fits perfectly in hers as her hands roamed his back, enjoying to feel of him, languidly replete in exquisite satisfaction from their lovemaking, knowing that whatever else happened, they'd have this moment of happiness together.

"Well then, I guess I should be going…" Jon jested in a sigh of playful resignation, rolling away from her. Dany, still pleasantly flushed and warm from his embrace, protesting his withdrawal, the immediate loss of him was palpable, cold and unwanted.

She reached over, tugging at his hand as he moved to get up, "Don't leave."

Jon smirked at her, letting Dany pull him back down to the bed. He gathering her up in his embrace, planting small kisses on her face until he captured her lips with his own, parting them to taste her once more. As her hands came up to caress the scruff of his beard, soft and wiry. Dany opened her eyes to meet Jon's gaze.

"Never."