A/N: I know it's been a very long time since I've posted anything. My first semester of college is largely to blame for that. However, I figured that I would post this just to see that I still maintained some degree of writing skills. Lol. Not one-thousand percent sure exactly when this happens, I'll leave that up to you dear readers! Once again, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! NOT A DARN THING! On with the one-shot!

"Will you love me, even after I am gone?"

The question threw Daenerys for a moment. She pushed herself onto her elbows, pushing strands of silver hair out of her face. She stared into the eyes of the man she called husband, searching for some hidden meaning behind the message. Of course, she couldn't find one. She only saw his black eyes peering curiously into her own. She reached out a hand, gently tracing the curve of his cheekbone.

"Of course I will, why do you ask such a thing?" Daenerys questioned.

Drogo didn't respond, merely taking her slender wrist into this much larger hand. He brought her fingers to his lips, placing a mere butterfly's kiss on the tips of her fingers. Daenerys shivered at the feel of his lips against her skin. It was only in this tent that Drogo ever showed her the tender side of him. In this tent, Drogo was completely hers.

She pushed herself closer to him, allowing the blankets to fall from her nude form. Drogo wrapped an arm around her waist, all the while placing those butterfly kisses along her wrist and arm. Daenerys shivered, dropping her head to place the same gentle kisses above his heart. She quickly licked a trail over the area, smiling against his skin as she felt his body grow large against her hip. She eagerly moved her face over his, switching her wrist for her lips. He captured her lips with his own, kissing her as if she were food and water and he was a dying man. Drogo's kisses grew urgent as their mouths locked, sweeping his tongue along her bottom lip. Daenerys sighed heavily and opened her mouth, swinging one leg over his hip and pushing herself on top of him. She writhed her hips against him, gasping into Drogo's mouth at the pleasant friction. Drogo growled, nipping at her lips. Daenerys sat upright, locking gazes with Drogo as she reached between them and took him into her body. The familiar sensation made her throw her head back and close her eyes. She felt Drogo's hands upon her hips as she began to move, engaging him in a dance that was older than time itself. A low moan escaped her as she felt Drogo's hands over her breasts, kneeding them hard enough to leave marks. At this moment, Daenerys didn't care. All that mattered was the man she had grown to love and would continue to love, even after death long stole the breath from his body.

"My sun and stars," She gasped.

"Moon of my life," Drogo growled, switching his grip to her hips again.

They finished together, their cries echoing into the still night air. Daenerys collapsed against his chest, their sweat mingling together. She felt Drogo's hand gently stroke her hair and she smiled. The fire in the hearth had dimmed to a soft glow, bathing them in a warm orange light. Daenerys could hear Drogo's thick heartbeat beneath his skin, the rhythm lulling her into a state of semi-consciousness. As she began to drift into slumber, she heard Drogo's voice come from a distant place.

"Know this, moon of my life, no matter what happens to me, I will always love you."