despite his many years of experience and jorah’s familiarity with shock ( the battlefield was, after all, unlike anything else. it pushed a man to his wit’s end, drove him mad with rage and bloodlust and fear ) --- yet nothing could have prepared him for the complete malfunction of his body as daenerys pressed her soft lips to his own. his mind went haywire, a million thoughts racing through his head, not one of them coherent enough to latch onto. the knight felt his fingers go numb, eyes blown wide in surprise until he remembered in his haze to close them. his heart beat incessantly in his chest, so hard he was sure daenerys could hear it.
and then it all went silent, his thoughts only of her -- her taste, the sound of her breath, the feel of her lips on his own like a dream. something desperate broke within jorah, as though this might be his first and last chance to kiss his queen the way he’d always wanted to -- and his hands, calloused and rough, sought her waist, hardly daring to breathe as he tugged her closer, just a little closer. did she know what she did to him? did she know that he would have done anything just to see her smile? did she know?
❛ khaleesi... ❜ he breathed against her lips, a plea to have mercy, to stop and to never stop all at once.
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