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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen
Characters: Davos Seaworth, Tyrion Lannister, Cersei Lannister
Additional Tags: added scenes, Canon Compliant, Dragons, Introspection, Sex, Aunt/Nephew Incest, But This is Game of Thrones, This Stuff Happens, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Season/Series 07, Boat Sex, Sexual Tension, Oral Sex, Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
Jon and Dany dance around each other before finally giving in.
The designs the Children of the Forest carved seemed alien, clear cut in the stone as if carved yesterday. Her awe was palpable, just as his had been. Jon set the torch in its makeshift sconce. The Queen trailed her fingers over the carvings. Her eyes fell on the image of the White Walkers and a change settled over her. A shudder of preternatural fear. Jon, well-acquainted with that same fear, felt the need to hold her, protect her from it. The Queen turned to him, and asked again. I will fight for you. Bend the knee. The urgency that hounded him said it was pointless to argue such things when the threat was so real, so close.
"Isn't their survival more important than your pride?" Her words brought him up short. He had said almost the same words to Mance, King-Beyond-The-Wall.
Their gaze met and held. Jon felt a subtle crackle, a frisson of excitement as anger melted into arousal. His eyes fell to the lush curve of her mouth, lit by flickering torchlight. Those lips parted, eyes dilated to pools of midnight. He was not alone in his attraction then. Jon curled an arm around her, pulling her close. The press of her body was delicious, soft and sweet.
"Daenerys," he whispered, his voice husky.
Daenerys' chin tilted ever so slightly and Jon bent to press his lips to hers. Delectable. Jon leaned into the kiss as she melted, hands curling in his leather jerkin. Her taste was addicting, like the spice and sweetness of tea and cream. His cock surged to full salute at the first tentative brush of her tongue against his lower lip. One hand snarled in her hair at her nape, the other curved around the small of her back. Daenerys tongue flicked against the roof of his mouth as she stood on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. Her hum of pleasure lit him aflame.
