The song of fire and ice - The dragon and the wolf

"My queen"

Her chamber was full of light, he walked in behind her and pushed the door closed without even looking at it. The sudden slam made her spin around. Jon picked her up and kissed her. Her hands cupped his face as his lips explored hers. He sat on the bed, with her on top of him and they continued to excite each other passionately...
"Where did you learn to do that?" Daenerys asked as she lay on his chest. 'Learn to do what my queen?' She sat up and looked at him, his hands massaging her back. "Where did you learn to do that, with your tongue? She asked seriously. Jon laughed, "I didn't learn that from anywhere. I wondered if you'd enjoy it, so I kissed you there, that's all" he shrugged as he leaned over and hugged her once more. Daenerys smiled and lay back looking up at him as he held himself on top of her. "Well I did, more than I should have I think" she said weakly. Jon fell beside her and watched her as she turned to talk to him. "Jon Snow" she asked as she ran her fingers across his chest. "I've only spent two days with you in this chamber, for someone who was in the nights watch and lord commander of the watch, you sure know how to please a woman..." Jon knew where this was going. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Look at me, Dany. There were two. One when I was a young boy, still living in Winterfell with my family. I came very close once, but I couldn't, all I could think was, what if I got her pregnant? Growing up as a bastard is horrible and unbearable, it is something that I never want for any child". Jon took a deep breath as Daenerys sat herself up, listening carefully to his words. Her breasts, pressed up against his chest as his hands continued to caress her bare, porcelain back. "Secondly, I was a prisoner of the Wildlings, after I had taken my vows for the Nights Watch. I went north of the wall with Lord Commander Mormont, we were attacked and there, I met a wildling girl, who taught me that wildlings are just the same as us, the only difference is that they were born on the wrong side of the wall. I believed that I loved her, I climbed the wall with her, and she was fierce, maybe that is why I thought myself in love. I don't know..." Her face changed and she moved her head next to his. Jon turned his body to face hers, clasp both of her hands to his chest and continued. "I thought I loved her, with all my heart, but, I left, I had to return to my post at Castle Black. She and her wildling army attacked the wall. She was killed. I felt guilty when she died, I was mad at the boy that killed her. I took her north of the wall and burned her body. That was six years ago now... there has been no one else. No one, except you" he whispered as he brought his hand up and caressed her face. His blinks slow, as if he was capturing an image of her beautiful face so that he could imbed it in his mind forever. Daenerys massaged his face as he continued to speak. "There is nothing for you to worry about my Dany, when I came to your chamber last night, the only second thought I had was that you did not feel the same way as I. There is nothing more that I want in this world than to live with you, you and no other" he said as she sat on top of him. Daenerys leaned down and kissed him passionately. The both of them enjoying each other's company before they had to prepare themselves to leave the ship.

Daenerys woke to the sound of running water, he was in her bathroom washing his face and pulling his shirt on. "Leave it off, please", she whispered. He smiled and walked over to her, half asleep and clothes less on the bed. Good evening my queen, we will be in White Harbor within the hour, I didn't want to wake you until I really needed to. Our bodies are quite spent" he laughed. She sat up, walked towards him and without a word she kissed him, he kissed her back and placed his hands around her waist, holding her there as he pulled his mouth away. "A bath is drawn for you Dany, you'll want to be warm, for the north is full of nothing but strong winds and ice cold snow. Although, you are the Mother of Dragons my queen" he said whilst helping her into the bath. Jon sat on the seat next to her as if they had been doing this their entire lives. After a little moment of silence, he said "I can't wait to see my baby sister...of all my siblings, she is my pride. Arya was my joy when we were growing up. As a baby her eyes would light up and shine in my presence. As a child she would follow me everywhere, and I would take her wherever she wanted to go, even if it upset her mother. I could tell that my father loved the sight. He used to tell me that she resembled our Aunt Lyanna and that it was our responsibility to take care of her. She always made me feel like I wasn't a stranger in our house. Arya was home for me." He smiled at the memories and looked down at his queen. Daenerys felt envious of the love he had for his sister. Being a 'baby sister' herself, Viserys never spoke to her or of her this way. She wondered what life would have been like if Rhaegar had lived. Was he cruel and mean like Viserys or was he quite the opposite? "What do you know about the battle of the Trident Jon Snow?" she asked curiously. Jon sighed. "All I know are stories that my father told us as young kids growing up in Winterfell. "Care to elaborate?" She asked as she rinsed the soap off her body, steam pouring off her skin... Jon didn't really want to tell her of the stories he grew up on, they were very one sided and in King Robert Baratheon's favour. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset her, especially before meeting stroppy, headstrong northern lords. Jon placed his hands in her bath and gently used the small jug to wet her hair, massaging his fingers through it. Her hair was so soft, he thought that the calluses on his hands would damage it. "Allow me to share my stories with you tonight my queen, for now we need to ready ourselves to sail into White Harbour, together." Daenerys held her hand on his face and sighed "very well, as you wish my lord" she whispered in defeat.