#while those who wanted to ride the dragon yearned for companionship

[angryminion]

Bad Decisions: Chapter 2

Jon I

Jon paced around his tent pondering over the meeting he just departed from. He wouldn’t care to admit it, but the more Tyrion brought up the northern lords the more it set him on edge. He knew how stubborn the northerners were from experience. Seven hells, he thought to himself playing back past events. He thought on the time he asked them for help taking back Winterfell from the Boltons, the news of his intentions to travel south and even his first encounter with the Queen, none of them had exactly been pleasant. He knew himself as stubborn fool on occasion, but the mass of them together were difficult beyond belief.

He stopped pacing, took off his cloak and stared at the small fire in the corner. Jon wished at that moment that he had Ghost with him, his sister Arya or quite possibly his Nights Watch brother Sam for companionship. With them there was a sense of ease and relaxation; he never had the need to repeatedly talk circles around a subject to the point of it losing all meaning and that was what he needed now, knowing what was waiting for them from beyond the wall. He unknowingly began to pace the length of the tent again.

“Jon?” a small voice spoke. The king had been so engrossed in his own thoughts that he hadn’t heard anyone step into the tent with him. He turned to see Daenerys staring at him quizzically with a small smile on her face.

Jon quickly closed the distance between the two of them and peppered sweet kisses around her face eliciting small giggles from her. In that instant all the doubt and concerns he had vanished. It was as if this petite fiery woman was the answer to every question he’d ever asked in his lifetime.

“Are you alright?” She asked between her fits of laughter.

“I’m kissing the rightful queen of the seven kingdoms, khaleesi of the great grass sea, mother of dragons and all your other song worthy titles. How could I not be alright?” He responded with a smile on his lips. He wasn’t in the mood for more conversation and decided not to give her the chance to muster a response.

Jon nibbled at her neck while working to remove the cloak and dress she wore so his intentions were clear that this would be a different type of conversation. He had no desire to speak on their upcoming battles any more than necessary and he felt they certainly weren’t necessary right this second. He unfastened Daenerys’ dress and stepped back as it dropped to the floor. He looked at her in pure amazement, like it was that first night all over again. The sight of her had his heart throbbing against his chest threatening to break free.

As if in tuned to his thoughts Daenerys stepped forward kissed him tenderly and went to helping him into the same state of undress she was in. Jon’s skin burned where she grazed him as if she was transferring her fire to him with every motion. If he hadn’t known better he would have thought she had stepped straight out of an inferno with the amount heat eradiating from her body. All traces of the frigid air she just walked through vanished and it was like the cold danced around her not daring to ever touch her skin.

He kissed her passionately as he guided them over to the bed. He broke the contact of the kiss and he heard a tiny whimper escape her throat. Jon removed the boots she wore caressing each ankle as he did before making his way up slowly to glide her riding pants off of her slender frame. He admired her desire to always dress queenly, but still be prepared for battle. She ground her hips to try to help him along and her impatience fanned his need for her more.

Once her pants were removed he found her lips with his once more while his hand explored the body that he began to know so well.  He grabbed her breast and lowered his head to give her hardened nipples the attention they deserved. Jon felt her unfasten his hair allowing his curls to stray as she ran her fingers through his dark mane. He groaned in pleasure against her knowing that was her way of guiding him to the parts of her she desperately wanted him to go.

His fingers found her sex and his thumb traced circles around her sensitive nub. He pulled himself up to kiss her deeply, afraid that she would disappear from his embrace. All the while his fingers never stopped their movements. He inched his way down her body kissing every piece of flesh he came across before he joined his fingers between her legs. He could see the wetness seeping from her and something in him grew ravenous. Jon licked her up like every breath he drew relied on pleasing this woman in front of him and he knew he would never grow tired of doing just that.

Daenerys’ moans, the pulling of his hair and the way her walls clenched around his fingers, as her pleasure washed over her, made him painstakingly aware that it was still bound by his trousers. His cock became exceedingly hard in what little room was offered and the king growled because he knew he needed to be inside his queen where he belonged. She pulled him up attacking his lips once more as they struggled together to remove him from his confines. Finally free, Daenerys pushed him to lie on his back while she straddled atop him meeting his stare. He saw a yearning in her eyes that matched his own. She guided him to her entrance and lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. They both moaned at the contact neither of them knew they had been longing for all day. Aware that only a thin piece of cloth blocked them from the members of their camp, he engulfed her mouth once more to stifle to loud noises emanating from the queens lips.

She rode him ferociously and he matched his thrusts to her movement until their pleasure came crashing down on them both dripping between where their bodies met. They both slowed their motions until she no longer had the strength to hold herself up. She laid on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her kissing the top of her silver hair still bound by her intricate braids. All frustrations and boundless arguments left him in those fleeting actions with her. There was no threat here and he was open to show his love for the woman that made him believe in all impossible things.

Jon had started to nod off when her voice broke the silence. “Do you care to share your displeasure now, Your Grace?” A smile echoed in her voice as she spoke.

“Your Grace?” Jon paused for a moment. “Hmm, I can think of nothing that displeases me. I have you by my side fighting for the good of all our people and I know that you are mine. Nothing can threaten this feeling I have… Not even the Night King, for I have everything worth fighting for.” He couldn’t help playing over the words “your grace” as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair, undoing her braids. They never lost contact as she rolled off of his chest to his side and faced him.

“As do I. You have given me more to fight for than I ever dreamed I deserved. I am still in shock that you see who I am and still decided that you wanted to be mine.”

“Aye, I doubt this is what either of us was expecting when I was summoned to Dragonstone all that time ago.”

“Aye.” She said mimicking his favorite phrase.

He unbound last of her tresses and rolled her over so that she fit with him perfectly. He head nuzzled in the crook of her neck and Jon thought to himself that this little dragon was made specifically for him. He would protect her with everything he had or go down trying for as long as she was of this world. Consumed in his thoughts of her he tightened his hold on her and rubbed her side as they both drifted off into deep sleep.

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