💋 gimme the feels <3
AGGRESSION // SEXUAL TENSION . || accepting || zaldrczes || 💋 // give my muse a kiss that draws blood .
THE AIR IS FILLED WITH TENSION. the arrival of the enemy at close gates and there was no room left for them to run. he hold his new sword with pride, the tarly heirloom similar to longclaw and jorah relished in the weight of a sword on his hand. he stands by her side, always watchful, always protecting her as she prepares herself and the dragons. “Be safe, Khaleesi. do not loose yourself or your children for this fight.” he wouldn’t bare surviving and knowing she didn’t. or see her expression as she looses another one of her children. and then, he isn’t sure how, but violet hues find his blue ones and a silence falls.
it’s then, he feels the pressure of a body pressing against his own, lips reaching and capturing his. he is surprised and taken back, but his body reacts before he can even comprehend what he is doing. hands by her waist, he can feels mouth against mouth, tension built for years finally released in one moment, there is a feeling of a grasp and tug by the corner of his lip and then the familiar taste of blood fills his mouth; redness showing at the bitten part of his lip as they take a step back, breaking any contact. “Daenerys.” And he whispers her name, hands moving to her own and sighing. “I will live, my queen. and if I die, it will be protecting you.”