Flesh & Fire - Jonerys [18+]

Silk and lace and you all over me

Tired of the tedium of duty, Daenerys sets out to find Jon and steal him away to their chamber before anyone can interrupt. Jon has another idea. Quiet now, or the whole Keep will come looking.

Before I embark on the Christmas Jonerys smut challenge, I figured I'd finally upload my others here, too. Some of these one shots were for a Halloween challenge. Others were just for fun. If you read them, I hope you enjoy! Votes or comments are always appreciated, thank you.
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Daenerys

Daenerys left the last meeting of the day in search of Jon. He hadn't shown face during the tedious process of counting every coin the crown spent or owed, and she was determined to find him and escape to their chamber before any other soul commandeered her time. The long day left her restless and caged, itching to move or get out into the skies. Her faithful guards moved to follow her as she passed, but she ordered them to find food or entertainment so she could enjoy the walk up to her room. They didn't look happy, but they would obey her. Usually, Ghost haunted her heels at all times but he was as elusive as his master as the day dragged on.

She strode through the Red Keep and climbed the stairs as fast as she could without running. A large tapestry fluttered on the wall as she reached the halfway point, catching her eye. Thrice the height of her and just as wide, the grand piece of work depicted the Seven Kingdoms and had been there when they'd taken over. She didn't stop to stare at it as she usually did, made to move past it, but something reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to a stop. Her heart rattled in her chest. Fright didn't have time to spike as she was tugged behind the tapestry into an alcove big enough for three people to stand in. Only one other was with her, and his rousing scent instantly eased her racing heart. Her muscles went loose as she recognized him and playfully glared his way.

"You could have just called my name, Jon." She said dryly. His mouth curled, and his eyes glinted despite the lack of light shining through the fabric hiding the alcove.

"I heard you comin', thought I'd surprise you." He murmured, crowding her against the stone wall and taking in her court attire with a predator's eye. Her scarlet silk dress was laced with black like smoke rising from the hem. A slit on either side of her legs allowed her to move easily, and the cool fabric kept her from feeling suffocated in the balmy south. Jon had taken one look at her in it this morning and declared her a menace. A wicked woman out to kill him. She only smiled as they parted ways and began their daily duties, the memory keeping her going through a myriad of dull meetings. They hadn't crossed paths very often during their day, but the weight of his eyes on her bare shoulders wasn't missed whenever they did.

He used his knee to spread her legs and pin her between him and the wall, her heart kicking up as he leaned close to breathe her in. They'd been too exhausted to revel in each other the way they liked of late, and the lust he ignited so effortlessly in her sparked and flared as he lowered his mouth to her neck. The first featherlight brush of his lips was enough for her to wrap her arms around his neck and offer up more of her throat. Her mind still paced as she strained her ears for footsteps or voices nearing their hiding place. His next move was a graze of his teeth over the surge of her blood under paper-thin skin and a swipe of his tongue that made her shudder as he smirked into her skin.

"Really, Jon? Here?" She asked breathlessly, eyes slamming shut as he bit down on her hammering pulse and hummed, "Someone will see..."

He lifted his head, dark eyes blazing with familiar desire, and said, "You'll have to be quiet then, Dany."

Her whimper was cut off, his mouth sealing over hers as she clutched at his shoulders and sighed happily, the weight of duty falling away with the sweep of his tongue. He was lighter-clad than he'd been the last time she saw him, and it made her smile despite her paranoia at the possibility of being caught indulging in her King in a dingy alcove. The rough wall at her back scraped her skin, her flimsy dress not much of a barrier as he pressed in closer, that knee between her thighs offering the promise of friction as heat spread through her veins. His plush lips were sweet and insistent, bruising then tender and back again as she hung on and welcomed the bliss he could offer her. It turned frantic as his hands slipped through her hair, most of it left down at his behest, and she was glad of it as he pulled her head to the side, the kiss turning messy as a lick of luscious pain licked across her scalp.