Title: The Cloak
Rating: Mature
Summary: A short dive into the beginning of S8 of GoT. Jon and Dany attempt to cloak their love as the great reveal and the tampering of others threatens to tears them apart. This will have romance, angst and smut. I am not a GoT expert, this is not about plot points or trying to stay perfectly true to character. This fic is emotion centered and written for fun. I hope you enjoy! **I have no rights to these characters, all belong to HBO and Author of GoT**
Chapter 1: Cloaking Themselves
Walking quickly through the courtyard of Winterfell Jon stops when he notices Davos speaking closely with Gendry as they supervise the continued unloading of the dragon glass. Thankful that his men, with the manpower Daenerys had offered him, had been able to forge a large supply of weapons in addition to all of the mining of the actual glass.
They are almost out of time, upon arriving to Winterfell earlier this morning they quickly learned that the wall had fallen just days ago. It was a shock to all of them, especially to Daenerys. Learning that her lost dragon, one of her children, is now under control of the Night King. Jon sighs, remembering her steely strength while learning the news in front of numerous lords of the North.
The Northerners, all of whom were studying her every move, while shaking in fear over the threat that looms upon them. It was then that Jon loudly speaks to all present, which was many, the high and the low born. Jon explained all that Queen Daenerys was offering to do to help them: her two dragons, the Unsullied and the Dothraki. All loyal to her, all to help the North fight because of her. His people had been moved, they were scared of the undead. They welcomed Daenerys in.
Jon had never seen the people of the North so shaken. Jon had been told that the small numbers of men that escaped the falling of the wall had been semi-hysterical when they arrived. The survivors had been able to secure horses and ride like demons straight to Winterfell. Sansa had explained to Jon that seeing the normally calm and cocky Tormund beside himself in horror had shaken even the bitterest Northerner that resented the arrival of a Targaryen. Recapping in terror what he saw, explaining in detail how the wall had fallen, Tormund had effectively brought a clear and immediate image to the North. This is indeed a serious matter, and the winter is here.
Jon needs to grab Davos so they can attend the next small council meeting that Dany is hosting. Jon already saw Tyrion, Jorah and Missandei walking towards the room as they were led by Sansa. With all of the work Sansa has done in his absence, Jon was very pleased when Dany quickly agreed that his siblings should join their inner meetings from this point forward. Sansa and Arya were happy to accept the invitation, Bran had informed Jon that his special talents would be wasted in long meetings. Jon's brother promised that when the time was right, he would share any information that was necessary.
Quickly admiring the dragon glass tipped arrows that Gendry had taught even the youngest child to assemble, Jon reminds Davos of the time. Smirking to himself for a moment he remembers his sole purpose for agreeing to meet the Dragon Queen was to secure the material they needed to battle the night king. This trip gave him so much more than he could ever imagine.
++o+ Flashback – Camping in Route to Winterfell +o++
"Jon? What are you- -" Dany whispers as she watches Jon slip into her tent, her pulse racing at seeing her lover quietly enter. Especially since she had just been thinking about him only moments earlier.
As the Karstark family and a couple of other Northerners had joined their traveling group, the lovers had agreed to sleep apart tonight.
"Shhh, I decided that I can't be apart from you, Your Grace. Not tonight," Jon whispers while turning the lantern in his hand down to almost be completely off. "Or any night."
Their eyes locking, Dany coyly smiles and pulls back the furs as an invitation for him to lie with her. Removing his warm fur cloak and tossing it on the bed as he continued to undress. Her eyes burning into him until he was fully naked. Dany, still wearing her nightgown, prompts Jon to come closer.
Sliding in next to her and pulling her close. Never breaking eye contact, Jon runs his hands up and down her lower back while pushing her body into his. Attacking his mouth with hers, Dany whimpers while trying moving to press her core closer to his in search of some release. Pulling her gown up to her waist and smiling with delight, Dany enjoys the feeling of Jon's strong arms around her.
Dany throws one leg over Jon's hip and begins frantically rubbing her core up and down his bare upper thigh. She whimpers as the pressure of his muscled thigh helps with the ache between her legs. Immediately feeling her moistness on his bare skin, "You weren't wearing any underwear?" he questions. His head now thrown back and he breathes in and out.
"I took them off right before you arrived," she touches his cheek in order to turn his face to hers. "I couldn't sleep, I was thinking about you while touching myself."
The image of his little dragon pleasuring herself evokes a growl, he can feel his cock hardening in response. "I am sorry then, to have interrupted you," he says with a serious frown. Knowing his expressions well enough, Dany knows he is not angry. If anything he is thinking something through, most likely imagining her action.
"Nonsense. Besides, it wasn't working," Dany whispers.
"No?" Jon questions softly.
"No. It was quite frustrating. I longed for your touch, your smell, the feel of your strong body next to mine," Dany whispers, watching as Jon takes her right hand and begins kissing her fingertips. Being her dominant hand, it had been the one whose fingertips had been desperately sliding up and down her slit, even circling her bundle of nerves with no relief. She has just groaned in frustration and given up when Jon had entered her tent, startling her.
"Show me, maybe I can help you," Jon commands, his eyes dark with lust. Dany nods in agreement while feeling her cheeks flush, she would give him anything he asked.
Jon moves her hand slowly down her smooth stomach, his larger hand resting over hers. Both of their fingers tips resting near the start of slit. "Show me, Dany," he says hoarsely.
Dany closes her eyes as before, imagining the King of the North as she beginning the slow movements of her index finger. Jon's relaxed hand can feel her movements, while still not participating. Dany whimpers before sliding her finger gently into her opening, Jon's breath hitches as his fingers briefly touch the spot where her finger disappears inside of her. He imagines his much larger cock moving in and out of her instead.
Moments pass as they embrace tightly, Dany making small noises into his chest as she continues to explore her own body. Jon breathing raggedly as he watches her face and follows the movements of her working hand. Without a word, Jon stops her for a moment to pull her nightgown off completely.
As Jon leans down to take her nipple in his mouth and move their hands back to her sweet core, Dany pleads with him.
"Jon, this is…good. But I want you," she whimpers pitifully. Having him so close to her, but not his ministrations on her body is torture.
"We'll do it together, I like watching you pleasure yourself," Jon croons against her forehead as his fingers eagerly being stroking the warm skin in between her folds. Dany immediately starts groaning as she returns her single finger inside of her to touch and explore. "Don't stop, I want to know you are still touching yourself. Show me what you like."
Panting Dany nods as she removes her fingers and guides his finger into her, closing her eyes in relief as his much larger finger begins stroking her. "Bring your finger back, we can do it together," Jon says darkly.
His fingers slows as her slides in next to his, stretching her only a little more. He kisses her slowly as her mouth opens to welcome his tongue. They kiss sensually, tongues exploring and moving in sync. As they find their rhythm Jon begins moving his finger slowly in and out of her, Dany's finger following. This continues for moments as Dany enjoys feeling herself clench around both of their fingers. Jon's thumb begins circling her clit without warning, Dany cries out loudly.
"Dany, I purposely arranged camp so the Northerners traveling with us would have their tents set up on the furthest side from you…but we still need to be very quiet," Jon reminds her as she nods in frustration. "They can't hear us, it's too soon for them to know. We must cloak what we are to each other."
Her heart flutters at his words: what we are to each other. They have enjoyed a wonderful time together as lovers. It became very apparent to those in their immediate circle that traveled with them via ship. From the first night she welcomed Jon into her cabin, they have been unable to stay apart.
Dany smiles before nipping at his lower lip, "Then kiss me when you make me come, then no one will hear me."
Tyrion had previously spoken to them both, letting them know that noise traveled easily throughout the ship. As a courtesy to the other passengers both have tried very hard to keep their cries of pleasure lower. It was quite the challenge as the lovers became obsessed with the other. Their favorite thing to do was enjoy the privacy of night that alternated between passion and conversation.
As Dany came around his fingers Jon smiled into her hair and held her close.
"Jon," coming down from her high she panted, unable to get another word out. Instead rolling to lie on her back and pulling him on top of her. "I need you."
"I need you, my queen," Jon says while rubbing the velvety tip of his cock up and down her wet slit. "Seven hells, Dany. You are so wet."
Dany wraps her legs around Jon's waist, desperate to feel him inside of her. "Please, I want to feel you. Take me Jon, take me hard."
Pushing up on his arms to stare down at the woman he loves, he slides his shaft slowly into her tight pussy. Watching her eyes flutter as he fills her completely. "Oh, yeah," Jon groans quietly, feeling her quiver around him.
Dany smiles beautifully as her lover grimaces as she tightens around his cock to bring him even more pleasure. Kissing her fervently he begins to move slowly, her hips then begin moving to meet his. What had started as a slow pace soon becomes more frantic. Their breathing loud and erratic as Dany trembles under him, "Wait, come with me, Dany." Jon groans into her neck. "Not yet…"
Dany gasps as she tries to steady her breathing, trying to stop herself from losing control. Reaching down she begins caressing and touching his balls as they slap against her butt with each powerful thrust. "Yeah, your hand. Don't stop, Dany. You are incredible," Jon groans before biting down on the soft flesh of her shoulder. He often feels guilty for the marks her leaves on her during their love making, even though she always assures him that she likes it. It makes Dany feel needed, the way the gentle Jon Snow loses himself while in her arms.
The pair come at the same time, moaning before joining for a kiss. Jon collapses next to his queen and pulls her close.
Moments pass as each breathes to calm down, "I can't stay away from you," he whispers while moving a loose strand of her hair away from her face as their eyes meet. "The truth is, I don't want to."
Dany studies him, her heart brimming with love. How is that this man, is the one to make her feel so loved and so safe as she never has felt before. She loves him, she knows that. She finds herself unable to say the words, not yet at least.
"Then don't stay away from me," she replies before kissing him softly. "Jon, I don't want to be apart from you either."
Jon nods, accepting her words at their true value. They hold each other and talk quietly for hours more, just as they had on the ship. They drift to sleep for just a couple of hours before the sun rises. Jon untangles himself and quickly dresses. He needs to look refreshed and put together as he walks across the camp to his tent that was set up by the other Northerners.
"Ehem, a word, your grace," Tyrion says while falling in line with Jon as he walks. Jon nods, knowing that he is about to get a verbal scolding.
"I just need to point out, again, that you and the queen need to strive greater at masking the true nature of your relationship," Tyrion says.
Jon stops and turns to the queen's hand. He does like Tyrion, but the constant badgering is starting to grate on his nerves.
Raising his hands to ask for a moment to continue, "I have been in a similar position before. It was a matter of life and death, to hide the woman I love from my murderous sister who searched for any opportunity to devastate me. I can sympathize. I do."
Jon looks around the camp, needing a moment to not stare into Tyrion's judgmental eyes. Jon wants to be calm, he does. He notices that most are still asleep as it is quite early. "Go on," Jon finally requests.
"My point is, and I will speak to the queen as well. In this situation, if you are both unable to cloak this relationship, it is best for you and the queen to announce it for what it is. Verses being discovered like two horny attractive people that just want to screw all the time. Even worse, she is the one that will be called the foreign whore…"
Cutting him off, Jon feels his cheeks flush and his fists tighten. "I don't care of you are trying to make a point, you watch your mouth when you speak of her. I will not let it pass next time," Jon hisses angrily.
Tyrion raises his hands in defeat, feeling his point was made. "Jon, you know I love and respect my queen. How angry and rational will it make you when you provide your people fodder to speak poorly of her?"
Closing his eyes in defeat, Jon accepts Tyrion's words. It is true, his strong reaction would have been tenfold had it been from someone unfriendly to the queen.
"I understand, we will be more careful. We did a great job last night," Jon adds quietly, remembering how careful he and Dany were during their love making.
Tyrion smirks before walking away. "Yes, great job you both did. I am sure Jorah packed up and moved his tent further away from the queen's in the middle of the night for some other reason," Tyrion softly calls over his shoulder before disappearing among the tents of the Dothraki.
Jon's cheeks flush at the thought of Jorah or anyone else hearing their love making last night.
Lost in his thoughts as he makes his way to the other side of the camp he is again relieved to see there is very little activity. As Jon reaches his tent he is surprised to see that only three of the four door-flap ties are knotted closed. He specifically remembers closing all four. Looking around his tent he sees that nothing seems to have been touched.
Jon makes a mental note to ask Davos if he had tried to find him late last night or earlier this morning.
++++o+ End of Flashback +o++++
As Jon and Davos walk towards the small counsel room he admires all that Sansa has done while he has been away. Winterfell has improved so much in the many months that he was away. He is proud of his sister. He remembers the reunion with all three of his younger siblings, although rushed because of the eminent danger it was incredible to see them all. Especially Arya, Jon was able to spend all morning with her, when she and Brienne accompanied him on the tour to see all of the half assembled weapons that were ready to be completed now that they had returned with the dragon glass.
"You seem tired, my Lord," Davos comments. Jon can hear the mirth in his voice.
"Who isn't tired, Davos? We just rode nonstop since the early morning and haven't even had a moment to sit down since arriving to Winterfell just hours ago," Jon defends. Choosing to ignore the smirk on his loyal hand's face.
Jon is hopeful that they can all settle early for their first night in Winterfell. He plans to use the excuse of having been traveling for so many weeks before their arrival home.
Jon plans to sneak into Dany's room as soon as possible this evening. It was decided that the queen and her closest advisors would be placed in one of the more private wings of Winterfell. Which thrilled Jon, the more secluded from the busier areas, the easier it would be for Jon to move undetected.
"Jon! Wait, Bran sent me to find you. He needs to speak with you, he is waiting by the Weirwood tree," Sam says, slightly out of breath after running across the courtyard to catch up to them.
"I know, I haven't forgotten. I am headed to the small counsel room now, um, I will come find Bran soon. Let him know okay?" Jon asks his best friend.
"Yes, of course, Jon," Sam mumbles, forcing a smile. He watches and Jon and Davos resume their quick pace. Sam notices an excitement in Jon's face and tone. He wonders if he is eager to be in the presence of the beautiful queen again.
As Sam slowly makes his way to deliver the message to Bran, he thinks about what he observed earlier that morning when Jon returned. He knows Jon Snow well. The way in which he looks at the Dragon Queen, the intensity of it, was not a look that Sam didn't understand on his best friend. He can tell that Jon has very strong feelings for her, very possibly love. Not knowing the queen at all, Sam would still bet the small smiles and the way her eyes light up when looking at Jon mean that she feels just as strongly for him.
She is a very beautiful woman, the saving grace is that even the grumpy Northerners that resented her pending arrival had appeared transfixed over her magnificent appearance. Sam chuckles remember the great resentment and verbal bashings the Northerners had yammered on and on about for weeks as they circled in and out of Winterfell. Sansa's patience with the griping lords had obviously been wearing thin. Arya and Sansa had started a private wager, each picking key words and then getting a point each time it was mentioned by a complaining lord when the dragon queen was discussed in anger.
"Sam, please help me get my chair back inside," Bran asks before Sam even announces himself. "If Jon, won't come to me, then I will go to him. He needs to know."
Sam had tried earlier to talk to Bran, he tried to convince him to wait until the great battle with the undead was over. Sam danced around his suspicions of the feelings between Jon and Daenerys, he wasn't even really sure if what he suspects is true. Bran listened quietly, only to say no after Sam was done speaking. That was that.
Finally arriving to the door of the small counsel room, Sam stops outside the door.
"Thank you, Sam. Please open the door, Jon is inside," Bran says calmly. "It is time."
+++o+ Chapter End +o+++