Based on events during Episode 7 of GoT Season 7

For the very first time, Dragonstone felt like home to Daenerys when they disembarked from the ship onto its damp shore the next day. As dreary and gloomy as it was here on this rock, Daenerys had somewhat got used to it, and now had nice associations with the castle and cliffs – most of them related to Jon's presence, of course. She had even missed being away from it for so long.

She and Jon spent what little time remained of their journey in the company of their advisors; neither of them felt brave enough yet to spend time alone with the other and address what had almost transpired in the dining cabin last night. But that didn't stop them looking longingly at each other from afar, and it was difficult to act as if nothing had happened between the two of them. Once they had all settled back in the castle that evening, Jon could stand it no longer – he had to go and see her. With a knowing smile, Missandei informed him as to where she was, and so Jon quickly hurried along to the chamber of the painted table, anxious to see the woman whose face he simply could not get out of his head.

When he entered the map room, Daenerys was stood with her back to him, looking out at the ocean as the sun slowly began to set. Drogon and Rheagal were soaring above the sea. It was the first time she had looked upon that view and seen only two dragons, not three. It made her heart ache with misery. But then she heard Jon clear his throat behind her; surprised, she turned around and her eyes widened when they met his earnest gaze. They hadn't been alone together since last night in the dining cabin. It made Daenerys terrifically nervous.

Jon swallowed. 'Your Grace, I-'

Daenerys stared at him, her expression almost angry.

Jon chuckled. 'Sorry. Daenerys,' he corrected himself.

'Jon,' she greeted.

There was a pause, during which they both simply gazed at each other. She couldn't find any words. Nor, it seemed, could he. Jon took a hesitant step forward, then seemed to think better of it and stopped. Daenerys was breathing deeply as she watched him, her heart racing.

Eventually, Jon found it in him to speak. 'I'm sorry about last night,' he said, averting his gaze briefly. 'During the storm.'

Daenerys' heart would have sunk if she had believed his words for one second. But she did not. She knew him. Looking down briefly at the map of her kingdoms, she then took a deep breath and walked around the table to close the distance between them.

'I'm not,' Daenerys murmured, her eyes boring into his.

Jon's expression flickered momentarily as the relief and happiness washed over him, but he soon recovered his expression. 'No, I'm not either,' he admitted, taking a few steps closer to her.

They continued to gaze longingly at each other, and, ever so slowly, a small smile began to form on both their lips. Jon wanted nothing more than to rush up to her and take her in his arms and kiss her then and there, but before he could act on this impulse, there came the sound of footsteps approaching across the stone floor.

Ser Davos cleared her throat awkwardly as he hovered in the chamber entrance. 'Err…apologies, I, err…our supper has been served, Your Grace,' he announced.

Jon barely refrained from rolling his eyes; why was it that they always managed to get interrupted? 'Thank you, Ser Davos,' he replied.

He turned back to Daenerys. There was an almost hungry look in her eyes that he had not seen before.

She smiled as she addressed both Jon and Ser Davos. 'You will both join us for the council meeting tomorrow morning?'

'Of course,' Jon reassured her.

Daenerys nodded and backed away from him. 'I will see you both tomorrow then.'

'Thank you, Your Grace,' Jon said, and both she and Davos smirked to themselves at his formality.

Jon and Ser Davos then left the map room. The moment Daenerys was out of earshot, Davos began to chuckle.

'You've decided against calling her 'Dany' then, I take it?' Davos said teasingly.

Jon rolled his eyes; he wished he'd never confided in Davos about that. 'Oh, shut it,' he muttered, embarrassed, but he couldn't help grinning to himself as they walked on back out of the audience chamber.

The small war council meeting the next morning was brief and decisive. They were planning travel arrangements to Winterfell in order to unify Daenerys' and Jon's forces against the White Walkers, and at Daenerys' request, Jon took the lead in the discussion.

'If we have the Dothraki ride hard on the Kingsroad, they'll arrive at Winterfell within the fortnight,' Jon was saying, gesturing on the map table.

'And the Unsullied?' Daenerys asked from the end of the table.

'We can sail with them to White Harbor, meet the Dothraki here on the Kingsroad,' Jon went on, indicating on the map, 'then ride together to Winterfell.'

There was that word again. Together. The way he looked directly at her when he said it. It made Daenerys' heart soar.

'Perhaps you should fly to Winterfell, Your Grace,' Ser Jorah suggested warily, and Daenerys looked up at him. 'You have many enemies in the North. Thousands fell fighting your father. All it takes is one angry man with a crossbow. He'll see your silver hair on the Kingsroad and know that one well-placed bolt will make him a hero. The man who killed the conqueror.'

Daenerys didn't know what to say. She knew Ser Jorah had a point. It was logical of him to be cautious. And yet she didn't want to travel separately from Jon. She couldn't be parted from him. Jon seemed to be thinking along the same lines.

'It's your decision, Your Grace. But if we're going to be allies in this war, it's important for the Northerners to see us as allies,' Jon said, trying to keep his tone and gaze casual in front of everyone as he looked up at her. 'If we sail to White Harbor together, I think it sends a better message.'

There was a silence as Daenerys thought carefully about her two options. On the one hand, it would be safer to fly there separately. On the other hand, it would unite her and Jon further if they were to travel together…and after what had almost happened the other night in the dining cabin, it could certainly be assured that it would be an…interesting journey. Everyone turned to look at her, waiting expectantly for her answer.

Eventually, Daenerys spoke up. 'I've not come to conquer the North,' she said, addressing Jorah. 'I'm coming to save the North.'

She turned to face Jon across the table from her. Her look was almost smouldering; it made Jon's heart skip a beat.

'We sail together,' she said softly, her voice ringing out across the chamber.

Jon nodded, a hint of a smile on his face as he looked away from her intense gaze, the anticipation rising in him. He exhaled deeply as he gazed back up at her, his heart racing. There was no turning back now.

She had agreed to sail with Jon so that the North could see her as a liberator and an ally. At least, that was what they both wanted everyone to believe. Jorah, who suspected a different reason for Daenerys' decision, threw a sceptical look, which Daenerys noticed but avoided. She didn't want to argue with him. She was too excited to argue; she could barely even contain her smile as she struggled to know what to do with her hands. She knew what she was doing by agreeing to Jon's suggestion. They both knew.

'When would you like to depart, Your Grace?' Jon asked.

'As soon as possible.'

Daenerys said it without thinking, and blushed fiercely as Jon raised his eyebrows at her, a hint of a bemused smirk on his face.

'I should think…would be the best option,' she went on hastily, clearing her throat. 'Wouldn't you agree, Tyrion?'

'Yes, Your Grace,' Tyrion said, his tone unimpressed. 'As soon as possible.'

'Ser Davos and I will fetch the remaining Dragonglass,' Jon said, exchanging a nod with his advisor. 'Would tomorrow be suitable?'

'I think we can be ready to leave by tomorrow, if everyone else is in agreement?' Daenerys said encouragingly, glancing around the table at her advisors.

There were general murmurs of assent around the table.

She smiled, barely concealing her triumph. 'Then it's settled.'

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Jon spent most of his time in the caves collecting the remaining Dragonglass while Daenerys gathered all her belongings and discussed further strategies with Tyrion in preparation for their upcoming trip. Tyrion made no further mention of her and Jon's complicated relationship; he knew there was no point now. It was fairly obvious what was going to happen, and he could do nothing to stop it.

By the next evening, all the weapons and soldiers were on board the ship. All that was left was for Daenerys to signal that it was time to leave. She and Jon were stood on the upper deck, both of them staring up at the great castle looming on the cliffs above them. Daenerys couldn't help wondering if she would ever see it again.

'Will you miss it?' Jon asked quietly, as if he could read her mind.

'A little,' Daenerys murmured. 'But it was never my home really. It should have been, and…it felt like it was, briefly…but it wasn't. Not truly.'

Jon frowned sympathetically. 'And…you're absolutely sure you want to come to Winterfell?'

'Yes. I'm sure,' Daenerys replied, and she looked at him and smiled. 'Wherever you go, I go.'

Jon tilted his head at her. 'Is that right?'

Daenerys' cheeks reddened as she continued to smile at him, but before she had time to respond, Varys had appeared, seemingly out of thin air, beside them.

'Are you ready for departure, Your Grace?' Varys asked, glancing warily at the two.

Daenerys turned to take one last look at Dragonstone. 'Yes,' she said decisively, and she turned her gaze to Jon, who smiled tenderly at her. 'I'm ready.'

Not long after the ship set sail, Jon and Daenerys were escorted below decks for yet more small war council meetings in the dining cabin with their advisors. It was with an unusually optimistic air that they discussed their predicament as a group; now they had the assurance of Cersei and her armies, it seemed that they might actually stand a chance against the White Walkers. And this was all they needed to keep their spirits up for the long journey ahead of them.

When darkness fell outside, the group finally disassembled to retire to their separate cabins for bed. Jon and Daenerys paused as they turned to walk in opposite directions down the narrow corridor of the decks. A lingering look passed between them.

'Goodnight,' Jon said to her quietly.

'Goodnight,' Daenerys murmured, her eyes gazing into his.

Swallowing, Jon then turned and went around the corner towards his own cabin, shaken by the look on her face. It was a good job no one else had been around to see that, or the gossip on this ship would have become even worse than it already was.

Once he'd shut the door to his cabin, Jon crossed the room and sank onto his bed, where he buried his face in hands, his heart racing. He was in turmoil. Something had changed. He could practically taste the tension in the air, particularly after that brief tumble in the dining cabin the other night in which they had been forced even closer. What were they waiting for? They both knew they wanted this…not out of pain, or comfort…but out of true and real feelings. And all they had to do was act on it.

It was now or never. With the pressures of the White Walker threat and the war they were facing, Jon could truly see that now. 'If we die, we die. But first, we'll live.' He couldn't waste any more time than he already had. It was time.

His decision made, Jon leapt up from his bed and left his cabin, closing the door behind him. He walked quietly down the corridors towards Daenerys' cabin, not wanting to wake anyone or alert any people sneaking about as to what he was doing. When he approached her door, he paused and took a deep breath. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew she wanted it too. All he had to do was find the courage to knock.

So he did.

His hand hesitated for a fraction of a second before he finally rapped his knuckle on the door. Jon closed his eyes in half-regret and looked down, waiting with baited breath. He found himself trying to think of some innocent excuse to back out of his real reason for knocking on her door at such a late hour; after all, she would undoubtedly turn him away. Or would she?

His heart skipped a beat as Daenerys answered the door and met his gaze without words. She was pleasantly surprised to see him there – although she knew exactly why he had come – and was completely dazed by the look on his face. He was gazing into her eyes like she was the only woman in the world, like she was an angel meant only for him. It was a look that changed everything. He could see a similar feeling reflected in her eyes as well, in the smouldering warmth that took over them. It halted him slightly; he had never seen her look at him that way before. It was full of certainty, a promise that she had never been surer, that she had never known what he meant so completely until now, that she knew him for the person he had grown into. And as he gazed back at her he knew there was no doubt left between them. He loved her, and she loved him.

Without taking her eyes off him, with the smallest hint of a half-smile on her face, Daenerys slowly, tantalisingly opened the door wider, allowing him room to enter. They both knew what it meant if he stepped through. And Jon knew that when he made his move now, that would be it. She would be his, as he would be hers. All this time waiting and pining, both unsure how the other felt and what was right, all those longing glances, those tantalising touches, those secret smiles…it had all led down to this moment, right here.

Looking at her now, this wonderful, wonderful woman stood before him, Jon then completely forgot what life had been like before Daenerys Targaryen had stumbled into his troubling world and turned it into something worth living for. In fact, he forgot pretty much everything. All that mattered was her, and she was here, beckoning him wordlessly into her room, her eyes showing nothing but pure devotion and longing for the man before her, and so Jon did what any sane person lucky enough to be in his position would do.

He slowly walked into her candlelit cabin; Daenerys couldn't take her eyes off him as he entered. She was utterly captivated. A sense of anticipation and longing hovered in the air between them as Jon slowly shut the door, his smouldering eyes never leaving hers. Her eyes glanced briefly to his lips; she wanted this just as much as he did. Both their hearts were beating so fast, they were surprised the other couldn't hear it.

Daenerys barely had time to register the intensity of his brown eyes, burning with desire, before Jon leaned down and kissed her. A kiss to end all kisses. The moment Jon's lips touched hers, Daenerys felt an overwhelming release of sheer joy, as if she had been holding back from true happiness for so long, and now finally she was letting go.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him; she kissed him back tenderly and moved her arms up to his chest and around his neck. It felt like every stolen moment between them had led to this, and yet at the same time it felt as if they had been doing this for as long as they had known each other. It felt so natural to be together like this; their lips moved in perfect synchrony, their arms perfectly wrapped around each other so that they were pressed closely together. Daenerys' fingers stroked through Jon's unruly hair as he moved his hands up from her waist to caress her cheeks and neck, as if he were cherishing the feeling of holding her like this.

Jon's nose brushed against Daenerys as he tilted his head, breaking away briefly to gaze into her eyes, and he smiled as she brought his lips hungrily back to hers in another slow, tender kiss. It was a blissful relief, in a way, for them to kiss each other like this when it was all they had wanted to do for so long. His hands ran through her hair and she cupped his cheeks; they ended up bumping foreheads and both laughed softly against each other's lips. When they eventually broke apart, there was a small, dazed smile of disbelief on Jon's face; he looked as if he had wanted this forever. Daenerys rested both her hands against his chest as he planted multiple kisses on her cheeks, eyelids, nose and forehead, before finally resting his lips once more against hers.

When they leaned apart again, Jon cupped Daenerys' hands in his own and pressed his lips affectionately to them as he held them against his chest, where she could feel his heart racing. Daenerys looked down at their intertwined hands for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his fingers wrapped so gently around hers, before gazing back into his smouldering eyes.

'Daenerys, I…' But Jon fell silent when Daenerys rested her forehead against his.

'I know,' she murmured lovingly.

Kissing his hands, she then let go and moved over towards the bed. She turned around, breathing deeply, and looked down at the mattress and its covers and pillows, realising what was about to happen. She could hear Jon breathing nervously not far behind her. Passion burning inside, Daenerys turned back to him. They looked at each other for a moment, realising that they had never wanted anything more. Jon could see, just from taking in her heart-stopping expression, that Daenerys wasn't nervous in the slightest. She wasn't overthinking or worrying about what would happen, or what would change. She was sure of one thing, and that was Jon.

There was no hesitation as Jon slowly approached her, although he couldn't help swallowing nervously; the way she was looking at him was breathtaking in its intimacy. It was filled with such promise. He couldn't stop gazing back into her captivating eyes. He closed the distance between them in merely a few seductive steps while his eyes flickered longingly to her lips. He looked as if he wanted to devour her and yet also cradle her, and it was this that made Daenerys even more certain as her eyes also glanced down at his lips before meeting his gaze once more, her face nearing his. Jon reached out to gently stroke her cheek. She was in awe of the amount of love in his expression. No doubt, no fear, just love. Was it any wonder that she couldn't take her eyes off of him? He was bewitching. And she knew that there was no turning back and there were no doubts. This was what they both wanted. This was something they had been ready for since the moment they had first clasped eyes on each other in that gloomy audience chamber back at Dragonstone's castle. It was time to do what their hearts had been longing for them to do for a very long time.

Never taking her eyes off him, Daenerys began to undo the many clasps and buttons of his armour and collar with fumbling fingers; they began to laugh softly as she struggled. Taking her hands in his own, Jon helped her, and soon his armour had been removed, leaving only a shirt underneath. He kept his eyes locked on hers as she then slowly began to undo her dress. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her undergarments, and reached for his belt. Before she undid the buckle, Jon cupped her face with his hand and pressed his lips to hers, while slowly stroking her bare shoulder as he removed her slip. Her hands became steady as she took off his belt, and he stepped out of his trousers easily before removing his shirt with one swift movement of his arms. Daenerys froze for a moment as she stared at his bare, muscled chest. She reached out and began to stroke each of his scars; her touch filled him with warmth and longing. And then she slowly held up her arms; maintaining her smouldering gaze, Jon lifted her slip over the top of her head, leaving her naked, like himself. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Her lips parted as if to say something, but his smouldering gaze left her completely speechless. Leaning down, Jon's nose touched hers softly, their foreheads against each other's, before he leaned away slightly just to look into her eyes. He was so affectionate, so gentle…and all he wanted to do was cherish and love the amazing woman stood before him right now. Daenerys smiled lovingly at him, her fingers still stroking the scars on his chest. They were completely consumed in each other. They had both wanted this for so long…and it was finally happening. He wanted to remember this moment. He wanted to remember this forever.

Breaking apart only to whisper Daenerys' name and cup her face, gazing down at her adoringly, Jon then backed her slowly, tantalisingly up against the bed, the look in her eyes seductive as he brought her lips passionately back to his. And then he gently lay her down on the bed, and the two smitten lovers melted into each other's arms.

Jon realised that, with Daenerys, this was different. This wasn't normal sex. This was making love. It had never been like this before, for either of them. This was beyond bliss. It wasn't just a bodily pleasure; it was a connection, an eternal bond taking place between two soulmates who loved each other. As they stopped for a moment and looked into each other's eyes, they were overcome with this feeling – they didn't understand it, and they didn't know nor care about the consequences. They were driven by passion into this. Jon took a great shuddering breath as he looked down at Daenerys' beautiful face gazing up at him, her eyes watering with joy. He was in awe; it felt as if destiny had brought them together. Even if they knew it was wrong, even if they knew it was undoubtedly going to cause problems in the near future…their feelings were so deep, so strong, they couldn't stop it from happening. They didn't want to ever stop it from happening. They were one in that blissful moment they came together, and neither of them could remember ever feeling as happy as they did while they held and kissed and cherished every inch of each other.

It was a night that both Jon and Daenerys knew they would never ever forget. A night where they came together and realised that their love was irrevocable. And they both knew that there was nothing in this world that could change that now.

This is it for now! Hope you all enjoyed, and thank you so much for your kind messages and reviews :)

I'll be updating this story once Season 8 has finished. I can't predict how Jon and Daenerys' story will end (though I'm going to guess it won't be happily, because it's Game of Thrones) so I'm mentally preparing myself for a lot of angst...though I'll keep my fingers crossed for a bittersweet resolution for both these characters!

UPDATE: So...Season 8 happened. Obviously, I'm very distressed by how things ended for Jonerys (yep, it's been over a month and I'm still not over it) so I'm taking a break from this fanfiction until I've come to terms with the bizarre writing this season. I might write my own interpretation of what SHOULD have happened with Jon and Daenerys in Season 8 at some point in the near future once I've got past the 'anger' phase of my grief for Game of Thrones haha...

Thank you for everyone's kind messages and reviews! The feedback really has meant so much and I love to do what I can to improve my writing, so I really appreciate it :)