1.

He found her in his bed. Laying on the covers and fully dressed, but still with a sort of expectant look in her eyes. He could not possibly imagine a reason for her to be there, certainly he hadn't been the one to invite her.

"My Lady, what do I owe this surprise to?" he asked puzzled, not moving from the just closed door. "Are you here to kill me or to seduce me? " he added then raising his eyebrows. He was clearly ironic but actually those were the two only reasons he could think of, given their relationship and her charater.

Melisandre kept staring at him and took a certain amount of time – and a long sip of wine from the glass in her hands – before finally answering.

"None. I just want to sleep here"

Her blunt reply left him even more confused and made him lose the faculty of speaking. When he gained it back, irony was once again the general tone coloring his words.

"I frankly believe that this castle has a lot other rooms. I can't believe our Lord gave you a bad accomodation"

Slowly she sat upright and then in one single move almost crawled toward the edge of the bed, not leaving eye contact with him. He couldn't deny that she was very seductive in that moment, even if maybe she was true when she said that she wasn't trying to.

"Let me rephrase, Ser Davos. I want to sleep with you"

That explicit sentence seemed to have the power to finally break the sort of trance he had been stuck into. With quick steps, Davos approached the bed, not to confront her but just to throw his cloak on it without grace. His humor had somehow instantly died, replace by irritation.

"Go away, My Lady" he said and his tone was the one of a pure command.

Not looking at her, he then sat on the other side of the bed, taking his time to remove his boots. He was very conscious of her presence behind his back but made his best to deliberately ignore it.

Still, when he finally turned, she was still there, lying supine with her head on the pillow and her eyes closed. He contemplated her for a short while and then suddenly shook his head at his own thoughts, as he decided to lay down as well.

She did not leave.

He did not ask again her to do that.

2.

When Davos woke up the next morning, she was gone. For a moment he considered if maybe it had been all just a sick trick of his mind, but some unmistakable bright red hair on the pillow proved the reality of it. It was not a dream – or should he have said a nightmare? For a whole night they shared a bed, with no voices and no touches. When the light disappeared, it was even impossible to see her, but still he was aware of the concreteness of her silent presence. That fact alone was made to change the atmosphere in the room and the course of thoughts and feelings that usually lulled him to sleep.

He could not remember the last time he had slept – just slept – with a woman, but that certainly went back to when his beloved wife was still alive. And now here he was, sleeping with Melisandre of Misshai with all of women. Woman? Sorceress, enchantress, witch, devil… And also, woman, yes, it occurred to him that he had never considered her a woman before, not for the lack of feminine attributes of course, quite the contrary for the absolute exaggeration of them.

Maybe all the woman aspect made hard to discover the human part. So she looked to him more woman now than the night when they traveled together and she removed her robes in front of him in order to give birth to the shadow. Now, that she went to him seeking for… seeking for what? Comfort, company, sympathy?

Silently he tried to give her all of that and, this time, it was the soft rhythm of her beaths to be his lullaby.

3.

Melisandre didn't know the exact reason why she went to Ser Davos's room in the first place. She just didn't find a reason not to and that was enough to follow her instinct. In spite of all the men she had seduced with her body, she had probably never slept with a man or a human being, actually. It was strange now that she trusted with that peculiar honor the very person that had hated her and wanted to kill her, the very person who seemed to be personally immune to her seductive charm.

But, after all, it was not a matter of trust. Maybe it was just about curiosity, a strange sort of attraction and a sick need of comfort.

Whatever was the thing she was looking for, she found it and more. In the dark and in the silence, she felt good knowing that he was just inches away, she felt even better than she had expected. Nevertheless, first thing in the morning as she grasped a weak flash of light coming from the window, she stood and left, careful not to wake him up.

Because the night was over and so were the terrors.

First story about this unusual ship. More chapters will be added. Hoping that someone is interested in reading and that I am not the only one shipping them!