Chapter 7:

Tyrion feared, after his talk to Cersei, that her attitude: 'Hang the world' would be the same attitude that Daenerys would adopt if there was to be a relationship between her and Jon.

He feared that, the same selfishness would come over Daenerys once there would be a life and death situation where she would have to make a decision between Jon's life and the whole world's best interest. He had already seen a glimpse of how that would be, when she flew beyond the Wall.

Seeing the selfish attitude that Cersei adopted, for her child, he was even more concerned that Dany and Jon might get the chance to procreate. Maybe concern was not the best word, he did not think that a child could ever be a concern, yet, the timing was bad. He had already spoken to Daenerys about the succession for the Iron Throne, her insistence on not being able to bear children not having convinced him. He had seen his fair share of 'wonders' and he wanted nothing more than for her to be a mother, to have children, but the moment was dreadful. It would make her vulnerable, make them all vulnerable.

They were at war now. He had wanted her to have the problem of the succession settled, but not in the middle of the biggest war in history.

Until she had met Jon, Tyrion had been certain that she would put the needs of the people first, would think of what was better for the people, what would ensure their freedom. Now, he saw that she might think with her heart instead of her brain, might make her decisions based on her feelings for Jon. And love in times of war was not the best ally.

So there he stood, conflicted, in front of her door, having seen Jon enter her chamber. He wanted Daenerys to be happy, to love and be loved and Jon Snow certainly seemed to be completely in love with her, yet, there were so many complications that would ensue. So many things that could go wrong, he only hoped that they could all survive to find out. Still, there was nothing that he could do now except think of some strategy to have in the war to come, to try and make the best of the situation, to think that their connection could be a strength, not a liability.

The night had passed in a blur, simply because it had all been so intense, had been overwhelming to finally give in. Her mind was assaulted by images of Jon's eyes, the way that he looked at her when he came, the passion and devotion with which he had made her his, the powerful drives of his lower body, the rasp touch of his beard over her skin and then his lips on her, kisses so intimate and intense.

Daenerys had had a good, resting sleep for some time, yet when she had awoken it was still dark outside, fire still burning in the room, her body so exquisitely sore, yet relaxed. Strong arms were enveloping her in warmth. She slowly sat up against the pillows, clutching the sheets to her chest, just watching Jon, taking in the sight. He looked so peaceful, so handsome, so young and she smiled, watched how his chest rose and fell with every breath, his body only covered in the sheets on her bed.

Her feelings for him were very clear. She loved him.

She was feeling such an unguarded happiness, yet felt like she wanted to cry. This man sleeping so soundly and peaceful next to her, so beautiful and devoted...he had given up so much: his title, the very thought of a family for her.

He did not deserve this yet he had looked at her with such love, had essentially pledged himself to her, had looked at her as if she would be all that he would ever need and she could not deny that she felt the same. She felt so alive with him, so loved and so at peace even if they were at war. Jon Snow had made her feel safe after she had tragically felt what it was like to lose something so dear to her in such a horrifying way, after she had felt fear to the depths of her heart.

Standing up from the bed, sheets pooling off of her body, Dany finally felt the bite of the cold air. After she located and put on her robe, she went to stand by the fire. Looking into the flames always helped her calm down and think and it was also her new source of warmth now that she was not enveloped in Jon's arms. Proceeding to loosen the intricate braids of her hair, her thoughts started to wander to more serious matters.

Times were difficult, dire.

Yet, in these moments she was happier than ever. She wanted to have a life with Jon, even to marry him as her words had so intimately insinuated earlier that night.

They weren't certain of their future, but she wanted to make sure he knew how much she loved and appreciated him, too. She did not regret her words. Jon was her King, a man that the people have chosen to lead them, an incredibly powerful commander and she would make sure that whatever happened she would keep him safe.

He was the one she wanted to rule alongside as equals, yet if anything happened, she knew that only Jon would ensure that her legacy would remain, that her ideals for the Seven Kingdoms would be continued. The people would listen to him, he would rule like she would have. If anything happened to her, he would ensure that the people would survive, would live free. Everything that she had fought for would not be in vain.

Dread had encased her heart because she knew she was not a warrior, she was not used to having to fight, to go into battle directly, yet she knew for a fact that she would not stand back now. Not in this war. She would lead her armies, riding her dragon and giving them a chance, giving them hope even if she would risk everything, risk her life.

It was not unusual lately for Daenerys to have such dark thoughts, had been kept awake many nights with thoughts of what would happen after her demise. She was rational, needed to be so, had learned to assess and consider every possibility, had trusted people to advise her yet had ultimately made the decisions herself. This situation was not different because she needed to be prepared, to think about everything that could happen and find ways to prevent terrible outcomes. So she had thought of everything.

Everything except finding Jon and falling completely in love with him.

There had to exist a plan in advance, she had to think of the worst thing that could happen and prepare a solution for that. She needed to ensure the perpetuity of her beliefs. And knowing that she would not have children, the ever present hollow place within her chest grew, she dreaded having to think about this, had not thought it would be necessary to do so soon, yet...she needed to.

She wanted a successor.

She could not imagine anyone else taking her place- a place as Queen that was not yet hers officially in all of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, she had no doubt that if anyone could be fitted to rule, to be her successor, it would be Jon Snow.

He was the strongest and most selfless man she had met, a man brave enough to fight, to lead people into battle against the dead and even pet her most fierce dragon and survive to tell the tale. A man that had come back to life, that had survived Beyond the Wall and came back to her, a man that people were following into battle, fearless, a man so formidable that had earned her complete devotion.

He was destined for greatness.

Daenerys's eyes watered, she did not want to think about anything tragic happening, not after they had finally found each other. She would still probably be reckless. She did not even know what to expect from herself anymore, yet, she was going to prepare, to protect her people, to protect her dragons and Jon.

She kept wondering about her children, she had already confessed so much to Jon and had seen the way that even her dragons accepted him, which was as much mesmerizing as it was surprising. The roaring echoing through the night warmed her heart. She had a special connection with her dragons, that was why she was so adamant and wanted nothing more than to avenge her fallen child, to burn the Night King and his army.

Everything that she had thought about her strengths and the invulnerability of her dragons had needed to be re-thought once she had seen Viserion fall. Dany now knew that they were all vulnerable, that they needed to be prepared for everything. Hope was still present, she believed in the power of her blood, the blood of the Dragon, that they would bring Fire and Blood to the murderers of her child.

They were going to end the Night King and his army forever. Together, they could prevail. They had hope.

Jon was a heavy sleeper for such a diligent leader or he had been too exhausted from their intense interactions from the night because he did not even flinch as the dragons roared in the sky above them. Daenerys smiled sadly, looking back out the small window, barely discerning the silhouette of her dragons against the darkness of the night. It was good to feel that they were still close, to hear them and know that they were still here.

As she turned her attention back towards the bed, she watched Jon, his body an amazing display of taut flexing muscle, contours evident even under the sheets, face calm, yet brows furrowed. The small scars that marred his cheeks betrayed just how much he had been through and they only made him look better, more fierce and strong.

She smiled as she headed back towards the bed, discarding her robe again and crawling back under the sheets, her head resting on his chest, hand placed lovingly over his most prominent scar. She had never fallen asleep easily, yet, hearing his steady heartbeat under her cheek and feeling the warmth of his skin on hers, Dany closed her eyes and finally slept without nightmares and visions.

When morning finally arrived, their bodies became more and more visible with the soft light, revealing the sexy contours of the couple's barely covered bodies. The sun was the only one witnessing the intimate embrace of the two, its rays kissing the skin that was left uncovered by the white sheets. It was quite a sight to behold, the way that her delicate body was carefully tucked into the warm embrace of his strong arms, their legs entangled as their bodies sought after each other, even unconsciously gravitating towards the other.

They were still gloriously naked, both seemingly much warmer in each other's arms.

Jon smiled as he opened his eyes, gazing at the beauty that was currently half-asleep in his arms. Her leg was placed high up his torso and his fingers started instinctively caressing her thigh, relishing in the softness of her skin.

There was such a strong feeling of rightness about that moment. Such a simple scene, where they were just two people that loved each other, an image so domestic, apparently normal, yet which had not been often given for them to experience.

Every single part of him was aware that he was right in calling her his, that she belonged with him.

He was drawing small circles up and down her thigh and he nuzzled into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent and making Dany slowly open her eyes, smiling as she felt Jon's hard body under hers, pulling her out of her sleep so delectably. Her body was completely draped over his, enjoying the skin on skin contact. Jon could not remember when he had been actually happy, a feeling that had been so rare, hard for him to experience in such a powerful way in his whole life.

It was strange to have such strong emotions flood into them all at once, but it felt good to be able to show each other just how much they both felt. Both of them had been thinking about their feelings and there was just something so right about being like that that made them feel complete.

"Good morn' " Jon's deep voice was still ragged with sleep.

Daenerys smiled up at him, replying in kind, enjoying the simple, homely interaction. She did not remember a time when she had woken up so rested, much less in someone's arms and feeling so loved, so cared for. It had been too long.

Their kiss was tender, both of them smiling as their hands searched each other. It was a different kind of kiss, a more innocent one than the previous they shared, but it held more emotion and sheer happiness. It was that kind of memorable kiss that a man gives his wife after coming home from a long journey; or coming home from battle, it was the kind of kiss that grandmothers told children about.

Inside her, something sighed with happy surrender and her body went lax with pleasure at being pressed so close to his when his strong arms enveloped her in his embrace.

What she felt was so much more than love- it was comfort, a feeling of belonging. Something extremely precious and profound.

Emotion swirled into both their hearts, no words could describe exactly what they were feeling, yet they tried to show the other. Their kiss was so raw, so loving, as if they had to, that the connection between them was keeping them both alive, that they could barely breathe without having some sort of contact.

From every nerve ending, desire was still frantic and insatiable, his need tinged with desperation, a feeling that she shared entirely. She had completely succumbed to him, seduced by the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice, rasp and ragged in the morning, the heat of his body so comforting, and the mouth-watering scent of his skin.

His hands snaked up the side of her thighs and urged her tighter against him as he pulled back to look into her eyes, his intense gaze capturing hers, making fire spread through her veins as he trailed the contours of her neck with his tongue. The closeness of their bodies was intoxicating and she shuddered as she felt every tight muscle from his chest down to his thighs that came into contact with her body.

When Jon pulled her head back, fingers sliding into her unbraided hair easily, angling her head to the side, she sighed in pleasant approval. In wonder, he touched her silver locks, her whole look so unguarded in that moment, so special because not many people got to see her so relaxed. Her exposed neck was tantalizing, too inviting to not run his lips all the way to her shoulder and back up to her ear over and over, tongue darting out to taste and excite, his beard scraping so hotly over her sensitive skin.

Daenerys felt the heat gather in the deepest parts of her body under his darkened gaze and the possessive, yet tender hold that he had over her body. Jon was completely dominated by the need to touch her, to feel her soft skin under his fingertips, to caress and kiss every inch of her gorgeous body.

She felt a new wave of desire course through her as his hot breath skimmed over her skin, making her swallow hard.

His lips descended on her neck and his hands travelled up her waist, brushing under and over the soft mounds of her breasts, touching, fingers tightening around her flesh and driving her mad. Aching for his touch, her breasts were overly sensitive and her need to feel more of him only grew hotter.

Deep inside of her, the fire of her love for Jon burned brighter than ever, just seeing the way that he looked at her, the way that he treated her, the devotion with which he touched her, the strong hold of his arms around her. Dany smiled as she shifted back, her legs now on either side of Jon's torso, straddling him and feeling the prod of his erection against her skin.

She took a moment to just look into his eyes, to focus on the intimacy of his gaze, to relish in only feeling his tightening muscles under her body. He was her perfect match in every way. His eyes did not waver from hers, yet his hands slid down her sides, slowly, caressing, in comfort and warmth- a gesture so simple, yet so adoring.

Jon was certain he would never cease to be mesmerized by the sight of Daenerys. Her beauty was beyond words, exquisite.

Hands growing bold, sliding over the curve of her behind, he pulled her closer, only her answering gasp breaking the silence. His fingers ghosted over the trembling wet flesh of her core, the tip of his middle finger rimming her cleft as desire was practically dripping from her. His other hand cupped her breast and started kneading it leisurely, his thumb flicking over her pebbled nipple, enjoying the way that Dany's eyes flickered with pleasure. He dipped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking at the hardened peak, needing to taste her.

Warm licks and kisses on her breasts made her back arch into him, her hands coming to hold him closer. She slipped her fingers into Jon's hair, enjoying the pleasurable vibrations coming from his lips onto her skin. His fingertip slowly circled her throbbing clitoris, teasingly, making her even sleeker with the liquid desire she felt for him. That provocative touch only made the ache in her core grow hotter, pleasure and need invade her senses, raging through her system unfettered.

The sinful way that he felt her wetness on the skin of his lower abdomen was driving him insane, her hips rolling over him as his finger flicked over her clitoris. He wanted to taste her, could not get enough of her. So, in a rush of power and desire, Jon's hands gripped the outsides of her thighs and lifted her body up until she was practically sitting on his face.

Dany almost came right then, her hands landing on the wall behind his head and legs on either side of Jon's face. His hands brought her closer, his lips and tongue already indulging her, slowly licking her cleft, his tongue parting her folds to lap up her essence, then stroke over her throbbing clitoris. A surge of pleasure erupted inside her, forehead thudding against the wall, eyes shut and mouth wide open.

She was barely supporting herself on his face, too overwhelmed with pleasure as he continued his ministrations, lips closing over her sensitive clit and sucking. Her legs flexed, muscles tight as one hand lowered into Jon's hair, holding on as her hips involuntarily rolled onto his mouth. Feeling the rough small touches of his beard against her sensitive inner thighs was its own provocation, heightening her awareness of everything that he was doing to her.

Jon was invading her senses, his tongue sliding over her slit, lips closing over her nether folds and suckling, his mouth slick with the evidence of her pleasure. Her body shook with every swipe of his tongue, which rubbed over and over the clenching entrance to her body, teasing her, making her grind shamelessly into his mouth. His hands cupped her bare ass, urging her onto his tongue as he thrust it inside her in shallow dips.

Immense pleasure was raging throughout her body, feeling those sinful lips close over her bundle of nerves and suck hard. Her lips were parted, her mouth forming an 'o' shape, but no sounds came out, the pleasure being too strong to even allow her to form any coherent words.

Dany could only hear her ragged breaths and feel the answering rumble of Jon's groan of approval as she tumbled into oblivion. The orgasm poured through her in a scorching wave, slow and devastating and he held her up as her body jerked, tonguing her quivering flesh until the last tremor faded. She collapsed, head thudding against the wall, before, with a sigh of his name he slowly brought her back down onto his chest.

His hands were still on her ass and his eyes completely focused on her face. He didn't want to miss any second of the way that her beautiful face reflected the power of untamed pleasure that he had given her.

Seeing his glistening lips, with the lewd knowledge of the source of that wetness on his mouth, she was already starting to recover her drive, her lips covering his and tasting herself on his tongue. The action was so illicit, so arousing that it made Jon groan into the kiss, his body being much too wound up and in need of release.

Their breaths were mingling, their eyes boring into each other's as Dany's hands came to rest on his broad shoulders as she settled her hips over his hard member, feeling it press deliciously into her skin. She was bordering on delirious with so much pleasure that she had received, but she still needed more. Her body was craving his in every way; was craving his thick column of rigid flesh filling her, his body enveloping her in the most intimate of ways.

Moving so slowly over his already twitching member, she watched his gaze darken with intense desire as she lathered his cock with the wetness of her slit. Her hips moved backwards and forwards, making sure he watched until she would finally take him inside her.

Her nails scraped gently over the skin of his shoulders, fingers trailing a heated path down the front of his chest and lower on his abdomen, enjoying the tightening ridges of his muscles under her touch. He hissed and the abrupt sound and the violent reaction behind it spurred on her desire. Her hand sneaked between them and her fingers finally closed over his aching cock, her eyes never leaving his. Jon's lips parted, his breath ragged and every muscle tightened in anticipation.

"Dany..." Ripples of raw pleasure invaded his body as her hips rose with such slow deliberation and lowered onto his member, slick heat like velvet enveloping him.

His eyes lowered onto her body and stilled on the erotic image of his cock slowly entering her. He had a clear, sordid view, wide crest sliding against the saturated folds of her cleft and dissapearing inside her, inch by inch.

She was tight around him, her insides clenching around his girth and pulling him in, feeling her insides stretch to accommodate him. Jon's head fell back, eyes rolling in the back of his head when her hips rolled so that she would take him deeper. His hands were gripping her hips, needing a moment to compose himself so that he would not finish right then.

Daenerys stilled, her body wound, skin flushed and tingling and her breasts heavy and tender. She watched Jon, feeling empowered by his reaction, loving the way that she could make him lose control. This is what she'd wanted from the moment she first saw him—to have him, to climb up his magnificent body and take him deep inside her.

His palm slid onto her abdomen, pressing flat to her lower belly as he touched her throbbing clitoris with the pad of his thumb and began to massage it in slow, soft circles. Everything in her core tightened and clenched, sucking him deeper as groans echoed in the room from both their lips. She looked at him from under heavy eyelids. He was beautiful sprawled under her like that, his eyes hooded and his powerful body straining with bold masculinity.

The whispered sound of his name fell from her lips and he looked back at her, felt her fingers wrap around his hand and bring them to her breasts. He cupped her aching mounds, fingers sliding over her pert nipples and drawing a soft moan from her. Jon revelled in the magnificent sight, hands pleasuring her, his touch soft and teasing. Brushing over the peaks of her breasts repeatedly, enjoying her small gasps, his fingers moved lower, sliding under her heaving breasts and onto her back, pulling her closer. Dany's hands explored the contours on his abdomen, upwards before settling on his scars as she began to move her hips.

She became so wet and hot that she slid smoothly down the length of his cock until she'd nearly sheathed him. Her mouth travelled over the arch of his neck, tongue running tantalizingly over his skin as she felt him shudder under her. He glided easily out of her and back inside, every movement causing intense pleasure for them both.

He was so deep, the position allowing him to fill her to the fullest, that she could hardly move, but her body didn't seem to care that he was too big and she was still clenching over him salaciously. She was rippling around him, squeezing, trembling on the verge of orgasm already.

Leaning forward, she slid her tongue along the sculpted curve of his upper lip with a low murmur of delight before he captured her lips into a searing kiss. His hips churned impatiently as she lifted carefully, her lips parting from his as she looked back into his eyes. Her body slid up a few inches on his glorious member before he stopped her with that ferocious grasp on her hip and his teeth closed over her plump lip.

"Slow," he muttered, with an authoritative bite that sent lust pulsing through her.

She had not thought that she would enjoy being told what to do, but hearing Jon's husky voice was beyond arousing. Her body ignited with the flames of love and passion. And she moved exquisitely slow, feeling every single inch of his cock spreading her insides, pleasure surging through her. Her muscles tightened, strained, making her even more aware of every move, every twitch of his inside of her.

Jon's eyes were once again riveted by her, looking into her fervent gaze, meeting her movements and holding onto her however he could once she started moving. He gripped her hip with his free hand, urging her to lean backward as his chest heaved with frantic breaths. The position altered her descent and her legs opened wider, accepting all of him. Immediately his body temperature rose, his torso radiating sultry heat onto her skin. His fingers were massaging her clitoris, his other hand supporting her thigh, helping her glide onto him harder. Her spine arched backwards, her breasts bouncing and harsh surges of pleasure coursed through her with every hard thrust downwards, her whole body feeling the powerful plunges of his cock.

The slow pace only enhanced her pleasure, he filled her slowly, yet his hips rose to thrust into her exactly when he was all the way inside her.

Her body was moving on top of his with such heated abandon, no longer being able to go slow as pleasure built up, sweat misted bodies trying to find release. Daenerys bent over, her breasts grazing his chest with every move of their hips. Her back arched as Jon's hands slid over her ass and pulled her onto him, hips rising to meet hers in equal force. She held herself up with one hand, the other cupping his face as their lips met, tongues tasting, enticing the other with soft licks.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him up, urging his body closer. Their lips fused together, upper bodies arching into the new position as his arms wrapped around her back and held her onto him. The frantic pace of their lower bodies was matched by the passionate kisses, both wanting more.

Dany's breath hitched when his pelvis shifted positions and his hands lifted her up again by the thighs. He was on his knees now, holding her over him, the position so intimate, allowing them that feeling of equality even in the throes of passion. They were face to face, heart to heart, joined completely. Their eyes met, bodies only stilling for that one moment to take it all in, to relish in the new position.

She lowered herself onto him smoothly, so slow, taking him into her again, feeling an oddly luscious soreness as he pushed just past her limits. Their eyes locked on each other as the pleasure spread from the place where their bodies connected all the way to their toes.

It struck her then that they were both fully gone, completely surrendering to the blinding pleasure and the love and devotion... She found that excruciatingly carnal, as were the sounds he made, as if the pleasure was as extreme for him as it was for her. Maybe it was because his features were taken by the same devotion for each other, a silent promise of equality and unity.

Jon's hands were under her thighs, hers securely wrapped around his neck as she resumed her teasingly slow movements. Breasts crushed onto his hard chest, her mouth opened and whatever she was about to say got lost between her lips when his muscles contracted and lifted her up, guiding her moves, making her moan as he took control of their movements, his powerful thrusts driving her closer to falling apart. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, head thrown back as Jon kept up his sinful assault over her senses.

They could not seem to get enough of each other, hands exploring, pulling closer, hips moving rhythmically and lips seeking each other's. It was a constant pull, a constant push from both their parts.

She lost her mind somewhere along the way, riding the maddening circling of his cock, feeling the orgasm building with every slide of his long, thick girth into her rapidly melting core, primitive instinct taking over until her body was completely in charge, her mind too fogged up with pleasure.

Jon groaned into her neck, feeling that he was about to come undone so he flipped her onto her back, not missing a thrust. Daenerys's answering gasp only urged him on. His hands went under her thighs, lifting them and bending them higher so that he could reach deeper inside her, her legs almost on his shoulders.

It was too much, pleasure radiating from the inside and from the outside, where his thumb still worked skilfully on her clit. Hot waves of utter delight crashed onto her as she tightened and shook, she realized he knew her body even better than she did because his expert thrusts were the only thing that she needed to fall apart.

She was struggling to breathe and her heart was racing with all of the pleasure coursing through her veins. His thrusts became erratic, his hips clashing into hers, deeper now and faster, sending shock waves through her clitoris. Jon's hand gripped hers steely, eyes meeting as they found their release together, powerful and earth shattering.

His body stilled over hers, warm gushes of his seed filling her, the intensity of their love making leaving them both utterly spent. Bursts of his gasping breaths struck her cheeks. It was almost too much, too intense, a high that was both intoxicating and uplifting

They stayed like that, relishing in the warmth of the embrace for who knows how long.

Yet, outside their room, time had not stopped, the world was still going, there were already sounds of voices from the deck and they both knew that they would have to get out of bed eventually. They hadn't discussed what would happen now, what they would do.

As they were both finally getting out of bed, Daenerys reflected on her thoughts from the middle of the night. She wanted Jon to know, to understand.

"I want you to be my successor, Jon."

Her sudden words took him by surprise. She was helping him gather his clothes and he was not expecting to engage in such serious matters so he quickly raised his eyes to meet hers, completely shocked at what she had said.

"Don't say that. You won't die before me, I won't allow it!" Jon retaliated, hotly, baffled, his mind not wanting to process the idea that she was suggesting.

He would not allow it. He would not let her die. How could she even think such a thing possible?!

"We do not know what is going to happen, I want to be prepared for everything."

Her eyes gazed into his, completely honest and still reflecting that strong willed, powerful and strong Queenly attitude.

But before either of them could continue, there was a soft knock on the door.

Jon's body stilled at the edge of the bed, eyes wide as he looked around, should he search for a place to hide? It was ridiculous to even think about hiding, but he still did not know how to react. Dany almost laughed at his reaction, the tension in the room dissipating as she headed towards the door and opened it wide enough to still conceal Jon's glorious naked body. That she would not show to anyone.

"My apologies, Your Grace, I had only come to help you get ready, yet, I shall return... later."

She opened the door only partially, hiding the man that was currently agitated and trying to lace up his trousers, but it was clear that, by the knowing little smile on her friend's face, they had not been subtle and secretive at all. Looking out at her friend, her eyes both laughing and suggesting that she knew just what was going on. Missandei quickly left, having barely covered her giggle at the situation.

"Is she going to tell anyone?"

"No, but we will"

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