He paused outside her door, trying to contain the tremble in his hand before knocking. He took a deep breath and thought back to earlier, when he had first awoken naked in his bed with her sitting by his side. The first thing he'd seen was her worried face, her cheeks still wet and glowing with tears as she gasped at the sight of his opening eyes.

"I thought I'd lost you," Daenerys had said to him. Her gaze had wandered over his tattered body and the scars that covered his chest, the scars that revealed exactly what Davos had meant when he said Jon took a knife in the heart for his people. She'd gripped his hand, relieved to see him alive and conscious. As they'd looked into each other's eyes, it was clear they were both thinking back to the moment she'd left him behind on the ice, surrounded by the army of the dead, sure to fall just as her dragon had fallen. And yet, there he was. Not only alive and with her, but ready to pledge himself to her, ready to call her his Queen.

Thinking back to this moment while standing outside of her door, he remembered the lust he'd seen in her eyes, even though he knew she'd tried to hide it. Finally, he steadied his hand and knocked. The door opened slowly and hesitantly, revealing her long silver hair, her delicate frame, and her surprised smile. He felt his knees weaken at the sight of her, and he knew right away that his face gave away his intentions. She stepped back to allow him into her private chamber, and he followed, closing the door without taking his eyes off of her.

No words were said. No words were needed. The moment the door closed behind them, he reached out to her waist, pulling her body close against his, their skin burning with anticipation. Her eyes flickered as they reflected the glow of the surrounding candles. Slowly but without hesitation, he lowered his lips to hers, leaving a paper-thin distance between their mouths, chests so close together that they could almost feel each other's heartbeats. Finally, their lips crashed together, and the desire that had been building up inside of both of them since the moment they met was finally released. It drove them both a little wild as they stumbled into the wall.

For a moment, he worried that he was being too aggressive. She was his Queen now, and he didn't want to offend her. But as he pinned her against the wall and began to explore her curves with his rough hands, she let out a quiet moan against his neck, and he felt her nails digging into his back, pulling him closer. He knew then that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Reassured by her eagerness, he lifted her up against the wall, gripping her ass cheeks in his hands and pressing the bulge in his pants between her legs. As she gasped for air, he whispered absentmindedly, "I need you, Dany." She wrapped her legs tightly around him and wound her fingers in his air, pulling his face back to hers so she could kiss him even more desperately than before. Finally, she pulled away and replied, "Take me, then."

Her words ignited a passion inside him as he carried her over to the bed, laying her down and hovering above her, pulling at the ties of her gown to reach the soft skin hiding underneath. She pulled at his clothes too, with an unreserved urgency he'd never seen in her before. Finally, they lay exposed to one another, and once again she stared in awe at his beautiful, scarred body. His mouth brushed against hers, not quite kissing her, lost in his desire for her. She noticed his vulnerability and smiled at him coyly. "Don't tease your Queen, Jon Snow," she whispered.

He couldn't help but chuckle at her confidently sarcastic tone. But he knew he could make her beg unironically. Slowly, he kissed from her neck to her collarbones to her soft breasts, lingering for a moment on her hard nipples, then down to her belly button and finally her inner thighs. She held her breath in anticipation as he kissed lightly across the lips of her cunt, not yet giving her his tongue, making her pussy ache with desire first. Finally, he slid his tongue up her slit, and immediately her back arched with pleasure. When he reached her clit, he stopped licking and began circling it with his tongue, savoring the animalistic sounds of lust that escaped her mouth as he spread her wide. He once again licked up and down her slit, watching her body twisting and contorting on the bed.

"You taste so good," he murmured against her clit before sucking it into his mouth and continuing to torture her with his tongue. He could feel her begin to lose control, gripping his dark curls with her fingers, and he knew this was the time to make her beg. He reached up to her face and slid his forefinger into her open mouth, and instantly she closed her lips around it, sucking until he could feel his cock get so hard that it almost hurt. But his cock would have to wait—he still had a job to do.

He removed his finger from her mouth and placed it against her opening, pausing to look up at her beautiful and desperate face. Finally, he pushed his forefinger, wet with her own saliva, deep into her pussy, and watched her eyes roll back with pleasure. "F-f-fuuuck," she moaned, "don't… stop…"

And he didn't. He added another finger and curled them upward, his mouth still locked on her swollen clit, making her shiver and groan with pleasure. He pumped his fingers in and out and up, tugging on the most sensitive spot in her dripping wet cunt, until finally he felt her walls tighten around his fingers. He wanted to tell her how badly he wanted to taste her cum, but he refused to remove his tongue from her clit until her orgasm finally rushed through her like a wave, leaving her flushed and sweating on the bed.

He made his way up her body with kisses as she basked in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm she could ever remember having. When he finally reached her mouth, she kissed him back slowly and sensually, rolling him over onto his back. Once again she took him in, gazing at his bare body and biting her lower lip in absentminded desire. Clearly, she was not yet satisfied, not even after the climax he'd just given her.

She reached down and gripped his throbbing cock in her hand. "Fuck," he whimpered. And then, "It's yours, my Queen. Do what you want with it." A playful grin came over her face as she straddled him, pausing with the tip of his cock touching the opening of her pussy before she finally caved in to her desire and lowered herself onto him. Both of their eyes closed as he slowly penetrated her, feeling his rock hard cock slide into her inch by inch until he completely filled her and they let out deep sighs in unison. He gripped her hips as she rocked back and forth on top of him, grinding against his groin, the warm liquid she'd released during her climax only moments before dripping all over him.

His heart racing, he rolled her back over onto her back, wanting nothing more than to fuck his new Queen senseless. Instead, he found the self control to pull away for a moment and hold her beautiful face in his hands. Seeing and feeling her there with him, fully exposed and connected to him as one flesh, felt like a surreal dream. She lifted her chin towards him as if impatiently begging to be kissed, and he obliged, tracing her tongue with his own. He felt her tighten as he thrust into her over and over again, deeper and deeper, gripping the headboard of the bed for stability as he began to tremble, close to orgasm.

"Are you about to explode?" she whispered seductively, looking up at him with a fire in her eyes.

"Is that... oh fuck... is that what you want?" he stammered, letting out a grunt of pleasure as he felt her cunt tighten around him. Was she going to cum again for him? With him? It felt like she was as close as he was, but he was so much more vulnerable, so out of control, helpless under her spell.

"It's what I need," she replied, speaking breathlessly against his lips. As he heard the words, he felt a heat rush through his body from head to toe and knew he was about to fill her with his seed. "Don't keep me waiting, Jon Snow." His vision went black as he felt himself explode inside of her, hearing her gasping along with him, thrusting her pulsing center towards him, pulling him deeper. "Fuck… just like that… fuck me just like that..." she whimpered, and he knew that the feeling of his hot cum inside of her had sent her over the edge. He pushed his cock deep into her one more time, and she let out a small scream before they collapsed into one another's arms, their vision blurry.

When he caught his breath, Jon pulled his lover on top of him lazily, letting her rest in his embrace. "I can't remember the last time I felt like this," she confessed. "I don't know if I've ever felt like this." This surprised him, but then again, she was usually so difficult to read. He felt strongly about her, too, but he figured she'd been lovestruck before. He knew she'd been married years ago.

As if she'd read his mind, she clarified, "My marriage to Khal Drogo feels like a lifetime ago. I was a different person then. I had no choice in marrying him, and even though I learned to love him, his death set me free in a way. I thought our son would be the stallion who mounted the world, but now my dragons are my children, the only children I will ever have..." She trailed off, gazing into the candlelight. Jon looked at her admiringly but couldn't find the right words to respond. Eventually, she noticed his silence and looked up at him, unable to read the expression on his face. "And you?" Daenerys asked. "Have you ever been with a queen before?"

He chuckled. "Men of the night's watch take a vow of celibacy."

She looked at him in confusion and slight disbelief. "You mean to tell me you've never been with a woman before?"

"Aye, of course I've been with a woman before," he admitted, a bit embarrassed. "A wildling woman north of the wall..." Jon stiffened for a moment before continuing, "...and she died in my arms." Daenerys could tell by his tone that he didn't like talking about it.

"I'm sorry," she said. "We've both loved and lost." Breaking their eye contact, she laid her head against his chest.

He nodded and pulled her closer. "Like you said, that was a lifetime ago. I'm here with you now. That's all that matters."

He heard the sleepiness in her voice as she repeated his words, "That's all that matters." Slowly, their eyelids became heavy and they drifted off into stillness, wrapped in each other's warm embrace as their ship sailed smoothly onward.