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

-Winterfell-

"What brings you out here?" He asked as he stepped next to a brooding, blonde woman, standing on her ship, looking out at the distance on a calm, starlit night. Arya looked up at him and held the want and need to throw him overboard. "The peace and quiet" she snared. Daario looked back at this woman and laughed. "You're following me, aren't you?" he asked quietly. Arya took a step to her right so that she was facing him head on. "Why would I do that?" she said as she observed his body for any weapons. "I saw you at the docks, before we left Westeros. I recognise the man you're with, I just cant seem to place him and now, you're on this ship" he whispered through a smile that she found revolting. "So, why are you following me?" He asked as he took a step closer to her. It was then that she realised that he was trying to court her. "Goodnight" she said as she took a step back. Arya turned to walk away while Daario observed her closely. It was in this moment that he noticed her valerian steel blade sitting on the left side of her hip. He would be able to recognise that blade from a mile away. It was in this very moment where he realised that she was actually trailing him, and that she was an assassin for the Starks. Daario turned quickly to face the water that she was once observing. He then turned back to the blonde 'beauty' walking away from him and took a deep breath. "You are here for me" he said as he walked towards her, so fast Arya turned and placed her hand on her blade. "Who sent you?" he demanded. "What do you speak of?" she asked as she took a step closer to him. "I know that blade" he spat. "I've had it pressed against my neck" he whispered as he stood right in front of her. "Now. Who sent you?" he asked as he placed his hands on each side of her shoulders. "Arya Stark" she replied as she shrugged his hands off of her body and drew her blade. Daario laughed. "Of course she did" he said as he too took a step back, pulling a knife from his boot...
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"I'm glad you're here" he whispered as he sat down next to her. They were sitting in his chamber, on a seat in front of the fire. Sansa looked at Gendry and smiled. "I'm glad that I am here" she whispered as she took a sip of her wine. "I'm glad we sorted through the... situation we found ourselves in" he said as he leaned forward and placed his glass on the table in front of him. "As am I" she said as she took another drink. Gendry smiled and caressed the lost strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She shook her head and distanced herself from his embrace. "I'm sorry" he said weakly as he pushed himself away too. Sansa smiled. "It would pay for us to not blur these lines we have set for ourselves" she said clearly. Gendry nodded. "My apologies my lady" he said as he grabbed his wine and drank its contents, pouring more into their glasses. Where is she?" He asked curiosity. "Jon was going to tell me, but, he keeps avoiding the subject" he sighed. Sansa smiled. "She has always been his favourite" she said as she turned to face Gendry, Sansa resting her head on her hand, which was resting on the top of the seat they occupied. "And he feels responsible" she said weakly. Gendry turned to face her too. "Sansa" he whispered. "Where is she?" He repeated genuinely. Sansa smiled at the real, love in his eyes. It was true. He loved her. He's always loved her. "She is following and intends to kill a traitor of the queens company, Daario Naharis" she said clearly, observing the look of shock on his face. "Why?" He asked as he took another drink, his coloured eyes gleaming in the light if the fire. Sansa sat back on the arm of the seat and told him in detail of what had happened in Kings Landing. This felt good for the both of them. Gendry knew that the decision they had made to stay and be great friends was a good one. Sansa knew that the feelings she thought she had developed for Gendry were nothing more than the need and want to have someone to talk to, openly and honestly. They enjoyed each others company and were more than happy to let people know that they were just friends. Nothing more and nothing less...
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Night fell on Winterfell and his children were sleeping in their own beds. Jon lay next to his wife, caressing her growing, bare belly with love, the fire roaring and warming his family in their chamber. He had spent the entire day in the crypts with Gendry and his north men fixing the damage that was found down there. He hadn't seen his wife since he had left her, asleep, surrounded by Ned, Rhaella and Ghost. Daenerys caressed the top of his head as she watched him caress and kiss her belly. The both of them, clothes less. "I missed you today" she whispered. Jon looked up at her and smiled. "I missed you my queen" he said softly as he kissed her belly once more. "You're growing fast" he said as he pulled their furs over her body. Daenerys looked at him and sighed. "I am positive that I'm carrying a boy" she said as she pushed herself up to capture his lips in hers. Jon smiled during their kiss as his right hand came up and caressed the side of her face. "Ned would love a little brother" he whispered as he lingered in their close embrace, his eyes still closed. Daenerys opened hers and held his face between her hands. "I think Rhaella would enjoy having a little brother more than a little sister to be honest" she said as her thumbs caressed the side of his face. Jon smiled and opened his eyes. "What makes you say that? He asked curiously. Daenerys rolled her eyes. "She cannot stand it when I touch you in front of her. Imagine what she is going to be like when she sees another baby girl in her father's arms!" she said through a small laugh. Jon shook his head. "Don't" he said as he lay down next to her. His arm coming up and pulling her into his embrace. Daenerys positioned herself onto his bare chest, caressing it as she kissed the side of his face. "You know that I speak the truth" she said as he brought his left hand up and caught it in hers. "Rhaella is fine when Ned is with me" he said innocently, trying to give his queen any excuse to validate his daughter's possessive behaviour. Daenerys laughed as she sat herself up and placed her chin on his chest. "Ned is not a girl" she whispered as she observed him glancing down at her. The way he looks at her, it kills her. It will always take her back to the day in the dragon pit, after she told him that she could not have children. The way he looked at her then, Jon has kept until this very moment in time. Daenerys had given him two children since that day and with one on the way, his love for her had not changed. This man. This north man. This Stark. This Targaryen was, is and will always be the love of her life. She watched him as he continued to tell her why their daughter would be OK with having both a little brother and/or a little sister. His excuses went in one ear and out the other, because she was too busy remembering and remising the time they had shared together. She caressed the top of his chest again, her hand then slipped down to his stomach where she felt the scars that were found there. Daenerys remembered the first time she saw his scars as if it was yesterday. "Ser Daavos gets carried away" she said out loud. Jon stopped what he was saying and looked down at his queen. "You weren't listening to me at all, where you?" he whispered weakly. Daenerys shook her head. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked as she left her hand on the biggest scar on his body. Jon sat up and looked at her curiously. "I didn't want to worry you..." he said honestly. "Worry me?" she whispered. "Well, I actually didn't want anyone to know, I mean, I had a hard time getting you to believe me about the army of the dead. What would you have said if I had told you that I was murdered by my own brothers of the nights watch, then later resurrected by the Red Woman?" he said in a humorous tone. Jon looked at his wife and saw the look of shock and worry. He then realised that he hadn't told her about that. Daenerys shot up and looked at him, she could feel her child moving with her and placed her hand on her belly. Jon could see the fire growing in her eyes. He immediately decided to calm her and comfort her. "It was a long time ago Dany" he said as he turned to caress the side of her face. "You, died?" she said weakly. Jon looked her in the eyes and held her face between his hands. He literally had his world in his hands. "I did" he whispered. Daenerys eyes filled with tears. He caressed the tears off of her face. "Dany, don't cry... It was a long time ago" he said reassuringly. "I know" she whispered. "I'm here now" he said as he kissed the side of her face. Daenerys smiled. "The Red Woman" she whispered. "I don't even know her name" she said as she lay back down in his arms. Jon caressing her back. Daenerys took a deep breath. "I now know and understand why she told me to summon you" she said as she made herself comfortable. "She was bringing me to you...The union of ice and fire" she said as his hands dropped and hugged her entire body. "Is that so?" He asked as he brought his lips to hers. "It is" she said as she smiled back at him, Daenerys, kissing her husband with love. "If that is so, my queen. Then I am glad that she brought me to you" he whispered. Daenerys looked at him curiously. She still felt that she wanted to know more about him and this situation. "What happened to the men that killed you?" she asked. Jon caressed her face, admiring her glowing skin. "They were executed" he said bluntly. "And you passed the sentence" she whispered. Jon nodded his head. "They lured me out of my chamber using my Uncle Benjen" he said as he dropped to the side of her, leaning on his hand as she continued to caress the side of his face. "They told me that he had returned from beyond the wall. You have to understand that he had been missing for four years prior. So like a fool, I ran out to see him. She looked at him in awe. Frowning and smiling at the same time. "What is it?" he asked curiously. Daenerys shook her head, her hair rummaging on her pillow. "They used your uncle because" she sighed. "Because anyone would know that you would do anything for your family." Jon looked back at her. She was absolutely right. "Ae, I know. It is both a virtue and a curse" he said weakly. "I would call it a definite virtue" she said lovingly. Jon leaning over her and kissing her once more. They could never just sit and talk. They could never not touch each other, or kiss each other during any of their conversations. It had been this way since before their arrival to White Harbour all those years ago. Dany looked up at him as he leaned over her, kissing her at will. He wanted her so much and she could feel it. He was reserved as he was aware of the bump between them. His wife, however. Not so much. "Dany" he whispered as he pushed himself off of her. "Mmhm?" she replied as she pulled him back into her embrace. "We can't" he said as he kissed her neck, his hands caressing the hair off of her face. Daenerys moved her knee up so that it moved against his now, budging manhood. "Of course we can" she whispered as she reached down to touch him. Jon's eyes tightened when he felt her touch, his head dropping next to her head, his voice moaning and groaning in her ear. Hearing him moan sent shivers up her spine. She pushed him onto his back and sat on top of him. Jon looking up at her as he moved her hair off of her breasts, and holding them in his hands. His queen rocking on top of him. "Dany" he whispered again as she began to rock on top of him. "Jon" she moaned as she opened her eyes, looking down at him. She saw the look of worry in his eyes and sighed. She brought herself down next to him as he turned to face her.

"Dany, I..." he began. "You don't want me?" she asked weakly, her eyes shining at him in their fire lit room. "Of course I do" he whispered. "You have no idea" he sighed. Daenerys looked at him curiously. "You're afraid of hurting me" she said as she turned onto her back. Jon turned with her and leaned over her head. Kissing her once more. Daenerys caressed the side of his face during their kiss. He always knew how to make her forget her frustrations with him. "You'll be the death of me" she said as she pulled him into another kiss. Jon opened his eyes and looked down at her. "I'll want you forever" he whispered reassuringly. "Will you?" she said as she repositioned her head on her pillow, her smile wide on her face. "Of course I will" he said as he moved his hands onto her belly. Daenerys looked up at him lovingly. Jon brought his lips down to hers as his hands continued to wander down, his hand then sitting on top of her pulsing core. Daenerys moaning into his mouth. Jon' hand rubbed her core gently, Dany moving with his movements, her hand pulling his head close to her as she kissed the side of his neck, Jon moaning with her as he brought her pleasure. Her legs, wide open, his hand still moving fast around her now, wet, pulsing core. His other hand under her head as he continued to kiss her neck with great passion. Daenerys threw her head back as he inserted his middle finger gently... Jon moaning from sweet ecstasy. He then slipped his index finger in and out, in and out, Daenerys moaning out loud. "I can feel you" he whispered as he groaned at her sudden bite on his neck... He brought her to her climax and he knew it... Her legs coming down from pure pleasure. "Jon" she moaned as she felt him move from her side, his hand still sitting on top of her core. He pushed himself below her as he used his left hand to push her legs apart once more. He then kissed her thighs, his tongue running across her skin as his hand lifted off of her, his lips replacing the place where his hand once was. Daenerys moaning again as she felt his lips on the most heated, delicate part of her body. He could kiss her here always. He knew exactly how to bring her pleasure...