Jorah had the uncomfortable feeling he was being watched. As it was, he had moved away from the rest of the camp, in an attempt to get some privacy. Standing in the stream in his trousers wasn't exactly all that comfortable but his clothes needed washing. As he scrubbed at one of his shirts he could feel the prickle of eyes on him. Knowing the watchers meant him no harm did little to dispel the feeling.
When his clothes were cleaned and laid on the hot rocks to dry, he had as much of a wash as one could while still half dressed. He wasn't prepared to strip down and bathe properly, not when he was under such scrutiny from more than one set of eyes. Jorah wasn't used to such attention and the giggling made him even more self conscious.
Not that he was in poor shape. Far from it. Wearing armour and wielding a sword kept him fit and trim, but he knew he was no match for the braun of the young Dothraki warriors. Westerosi men were more modest anyway. The Dothraki tended to do everything in front of everyone without shame. It was just their way.
Jorah was putting away his dried clothes later that afternoon when Irri approached him. She smiled shyly up at him. Her smile made him wonder if she had been one of the gigglers.
"The Khaleesi asks for Ser Jorah." She told him, before rushing off red faced.
Jorah finished packing his saddle bag and headed to Danerys' tent.
When he arrived Danerys dismissed her attendants and guards.
"Khaleesi." He acknowledged with a slight bow.
"Ser Jorah I wish to apologise to you." Dany smiled and handed him a goblet of wine.
"For what your Grace?" He asked raising an eyebrow over the rim of his goblet.
"For disturbing your bath earlier today."
Now it was Jorah's turn to blush.
"Khaleesi." He choked out.
"I do not mean to embarrass you Ser. But I caught Irri and some of the other girls watching you in the stream today."
"Oh." Was all Jorah could think to say. His faced glowed redder.
"They are not used to seeing a Westerosi man so undressed." Dany explained, quite aware of his discomfort.
"I did not mean to make them feel awkward, but it is difficult to wash my clothes while I am wearing them." He explained, slightly ill at ease with the topic of their conversation.
"Oh I don't think they felt awkward. More, curious I would say. They are used to seeing Dothraki men unclothed. They are fascinated by the colour of your skin and your, er..." Now Dany blushed as she indicated his body.
"Please Khaleesi!" Jorah was becoming very uncomfortable, whereas Dany seemed to be enjoying herself.
"Don't worry Ser, I don't believe they were displeased with the view." She teased.
"I am not so sure, the giggling was very off-putting." He gave a tight smile.
"I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it. They were just enjoying themselves." She giggled.
Jorah did not know what else to say. He had never really thought he was much to look at, Lynesse had once described him as handsome in a rugged sort of way, but the thought of a group of young woman spending their afternoon ogling him was decidedly bizarre.
"If there is nothing else, Khaleesi, I will, I have to..." Jorah was trying to think up an excuse to get away.
"Oh no Ser, I know you didn't get the opportunity to bathe, so I had Irri prepare a bath for you." She gestured towards the back of her tent.
Jorah opened and closed his mouth several times. He had no idea what to say. The day was getting stranger and stranger.
"Do not be embarrassed Ser, you will be away from prying eyes in here." She tried to comfort him.
"Thank you, but it is hardly proper for a Knight to bathe in the Queens tent." He offered.
"But I insist Ser. I will leave you in peace." She smiled and headed to the flap of the tent. "I will have clean clothes collected for you."
Jorah watched her leave. He didn't move, he just looked about for a moment, wondering what to do, then he sighed. She would be unhappy if he disobeyed her, and he did need a bath. It would probably be some time before he would be able to bathe again without an audience.
He headed over to the bath and undressed. He climbed into the tub and washed as quickly as he could. He had dried off and just pulled on his trousers when Danerys returned.
"I had one of the girls collect these for you." She handed him a pile of clothing.
Jorah nodded his appreciation as he took the bundle from her. Dany turned away from him and walked to the other side of the tent.
"Jorah!" She called quietly to him.
"Yes Khaleesi?" He responded, as picked up his leather baldric, ensuring the small blade he carried in it was secure, before he stretched up to put it on.
"Leave your weapons and come over here." She told him.
Obediently Jorah put the baldric down and picked up his shirt.
"You can leave the shirt as well!" She turned to look at him with a smirk.
Jorah raised an eyebrow in her direction. "My Queen?"
"I am curious too!"
"About what Khaleesi?" Jorah prompted with a smile.
"About you Jorah." She stepped over to him.
"Me? What about me?" His heart started beating faster at the smile she gave him.
"I wish to know everything..." She ran a finger down his chest to his navel. Jorah swallowed hard.
"Everything?" He gasped as she dipped her finger into the band of his trousers and tugged gently.
"Everything my Knight. Show me all your tricks." She whispered and pressed her lips to his.
When Jorah tried to pull away, she gripped the back of his neck so he couldn't move.
"You promised to obey me Jorah in all things." She tugged on his hair playfully.
"In all things." He whispered in a husky voice that made Danerys shiver.
