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     HIS SMILE GREW WIDER STILL when she relayed the story of how she was nearly mauled to death by her FERAL pack of dogs. He was pretty sure that the animals were trained pretty damn well, seeing as they were nowhere in sight at the moment, even with Daenerys’ food out. However, that didn’t always mean they were REALLY well-behaved. He would have to meet her dogs to know.

     At the thought of meeting her dogs, his eyes sought out hers in the video in front of him, his smile growing a little wider. Meeting her dogs would mean meeting HER in a more personal setting. So maybe a doggy date after all.

     “Hmm?” He hadn’t immediately realized that she had asked him a question, his mind having wandered into fantasy-territory. Of maybe he was really more asleep than he thought he was. “Oh yes, obviously. I mean, look at the poor animal.” He picked up the laptop with both hands and tilted the camera towards where Greywind was absolutely DEVOURING his food. He placed the laptop back on the table, attempting to stifle a yawn as he did, putting it back JUST right, so she was facing him.

     “So? Were you able to find the white Burgundy? Or did you end up choosing something else to drink with your risotto?”

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     Robb and his troops had arrived at Riverrun a couple of days ahead of the rest of his war camp, most of the people that had stayed behind not being soldiers and therefore had no business in a battle. It had meant though, that Daenerys had not been with him for a couple of days. And despite having been plenty busy in the meantime, he could not wait for her to join him at his family’s castle.

     Stood on the battlements, he watched as the train of wagons began riding through the gates. A servant was waiting for Daenerys near the gate, to intercept her, take her to her chambers to freshen up, and then bring her to him.

     Rain started to fall, yet he stayed where he was, watching his men and followers file through the gates, waiting for his silver-haired companion to join him.

     He only looked up when he heard footsteps coming closer, glancing over his shoulder, despite already knowing who it was. “How was your journey?” He asked, pushing away from the battlements, his auburn hair sticking to his forehead in wet curls, dripping rain into his eyes. He wiped at his face once, smiling at the Targaryen princess. “A lot has happened since we last spoke, what have you heard?”

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     THE IDEA OF SOMEONE WHO came looking for either of them was not one he was willing to entertain right then. People were just going to have to wait until they were done exploring one another. He could not imagine anything important enough to disturb them.

     The offer for him to set their pace was a welcome one though. He wanted to spend as much time mapping her body and how touching different spots in different ways might elicit different sounds, and he was pretty sure that time would but cut short if she kept touching him like that. He smiled, running his fingers through her hair and looking into her eyes. “Not sure if that will help, but we can give it a go,” he replied before leaning up to capture her lips in a kiss.

     Hands roamed her naked body, exploring every inch he could reach, playfully circling her nipples, grabbing her ass and even brushing the tips of his fingers against her sex. He truly enjoyed the sounds she made and the way she moved as he touched her. It was breathtaking. And he wanted to never stop doing it to her.

     Leaning up a little further, he wrapped one arm around her waist and rolled the both of them over, so that Daenerys was on her back and he was looking down at her. “You’re even more beautiful from up here,” he murmured before leaning down to trail his mouth along her collarbone. This was a game he had never realized he liked this much, but now that he had tried, he never wanted to stop. Burying his face into the crook of her neck, his tongue darted out to trace against a spot right below her ear, while his hand found her breast.

     “I need you to tell me if what I am doing feels good,” he breathed into her ear. “So I can do more of it.” His voice was only audible due to the proximity to her and he could feel his own breath blowing back against his face. He had never before been this close to someone, and he was glad that he got to experience this with Daenerys. “How is this?” He asked, his voice still barely above a whisper as he slid his hand in between her legs, brushing one finger up against her. “Does this feel good?”

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     GOOSEBUMPS SPREAD ACROSS HIS SKIN as her fingers brush every so gently against him. He would not admit it out loud, but this scenario had been plaguing his dreams for a while. Had been even before they had left Winterfell. And now that it was happening, he was almost unable to form whole thoughts. All he wanted was for her to keep doing what she was doing. To not stop touching him.

     In an attempt to help her get his shirt off, he raises his arms above his head, too late in realizing that only made it MORE difficult for the much shorter Daenerys to reach. Finally, they managed to get the shirt off and all that was left were his trousers. There was a rushing sound in his ears that caused him to not realize he had been asked a question at first. “Hmm?” He blinked slowly. “Oh…” A smile appeared on his lips and he ran his fingers through her silver locks. “I am sure…” His voice was a lot lower than it usually was. “I am very sure.”

     His other hand came up as well, cupping her face between them and tilting her head slightly upwards, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips against hers. Maybe a little harder than he had initially intended, but he had wanted to do it for so long, he could not help himself.

     By the time he broke contact, he was panting slightly, his blue eyes having turned several shades darker than usual and he did not want to look away from her features. “Don’t stop,” he repeated softly.