I’ve had a lot to drink tonight with some friends and so I’m feeling up to sharing a bit of pending fic. Enjoyyyyyyy
Dany went to a massive trunk against the foot of the bed, kneeling and unclasping the buckles. He shivered. They needed a fire. He shook off his sodden overcoat and draped it on a chair to dry, moving to kneel in front of the hearth. He tried not to think about Dany moving around behind him, about how they’d need to take off their wet clothes or they’d catch a cold.
He swallowed hard, his cold, numb fingers fumbling with the flint from his pocket. It was dry enough but took several tries until a spark caught on the kindling in the hearth. It went up in smoke and he swore. “This shit is too old.”
“I found some wood. Here.” He glanced over his shoulder. Dany was coming down from the loft, a couple logs in her arms. She sighed. “We should put it in the stove.”
“We need to get warm fast.”
“The stove will do that.”
“The hearth will.”
She dropped the wood at his feet with a loud clatter, throwing her arms in the air. “Fine! You do it then!” She began to jerk at her coat and the buttons on her blouse.
He froze. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off these wet garments. I’m freezing.”
“But…”
She stopped and smirked at him. “Relax Jon. The trunk there has blankets and some linens. Get the fire going.”
He felt stupid. He was on edge. He was acutely aware they were stuck in a tiny one room cottage with one bed, limited blankets, and were both soaking wet and in need of warmth. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes and willing his body to cooperate. He knelt at the fire again and fussed with dry straw, the wood, and the grate, until there was a crackling, roaring flame.
It warmed the small room quickly, but he was starting to shiver, his wet clothes kept on too long. He stood and tugged off his boots and pulled his shirt free of his trousers. He wasn’t thinking about decorum right now, he needed the sticking wet garment off. He draped it on the chair with his coat and hers,moving it towards the hearth to dry. It was still cold and he shivered again, figuring he’d wrap in a blanket. He’d have to figure what to do with his trousers once he had coverage.
Because the other option…well…he couldn’t think about it. He steeled himself and turned around. When he did, he caught Dany, who had an arm full of blankets from the trunk, watching him.
Well.
Well then indeed.
His lips twitched. He flashed a smile, gesturing to his bare chest. “See something you like?”
“No!”
