A Blue Morning

Daenerys awoke peacefully for the first time since her child's death. Each night had been filled with terrors in her dreams, no matter which tonic she chose to ingest before bed. This morning was different. This time she was not alone.

Jon Snow's chest rose and fell upon her bare breast, warmth radiating off him in waves. She wondered if this was how it felt to sleep with those dire wolves he was telling her about. Ghost used to take up the half of the bed, Jon had told her on one of their walks, but the Wall is cold and the other men were jealous I had the warmest sleeping partner. He had tried to wink at her, although it was more of a twitch and both eyes closed. How easy it was to laugh with him even if the world was crumbling beneath her feet.

Since she's arrived in Westeros, the tips of her fingers and toes have hardly gained back feeling. She's known Summer for too long. This cold was something she's never experienced. Winter was trying to get the best of her, but not here in bed with this… wolf. Here she was finally content. Jon was peaceful, as well, looking so calm in the tail end of his slumber. She had never seen the King of the North sleep, and she rather enjoyed it.

He's yours, she thought, weaving her nails through his curls and winced as something poked her scalp. Dany cursed the pins she had left in her hair. Last night they had been too spent, between the playful bites and tongues craving each other's taste, hairpins were the last things on her mind.

Now she was grimacing at every little move her head made as she tried to find a position that didn't involve her getting dully stabbed in the head. She only made it worse.

When a huffing moan escaped Jon's mouth, she forgot to breathe.

"Hmmm?" Jon mumbled, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes, before coming to. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Dany- Your Grace." He began to push himself off her.

He's flustered, she thought with pleasure. She didn't let him get too far.

"Would you help me untie my hair? It's not as comfortable as it looks." Before he could answer, she turned so her bare back was to him. Sitting on her tucked knees, she knew that he was trailing his gaze down her curves. That particular thought almost made her skin pebble.

The mattress dipped where his knees lay and his fingers stroked her silver locks. "Never said it looked comfortable, Your Grace, though it does seem like it takes a lot of time." He began removing the pins from the crown of her head. Her hair ached in relief.

She twisted her lower half so she was looking at him. "Does that mean you don't like my hair?" She mocked, threateningly.

Before she knew it, Jon grabbed her chin roughly, but only for a second. He then tenderly grazed his fingertips along her jaw line. She shivered, revealing her pebbled skin.

"You must know that you have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen," he whispered gruffly. She gazed at him through hooded lashes, her lips slightly parted because she wanted to taste his mouth again.

He growled deep in his throat then crashed his lips to hers, all the while removing pin after pin.

Trying to figure out what Jon Snow tasted like was like attempting to explain how flying sparked on her tongue every time she was in the air. It was impossible unless you have experienced it, and quite frankly she wouldn't share this with anyone in the world. Something clenched in her belly and she realized how angry she was at the thought that someone else had tasted him before she did.

She hummed as she sucked his tongue and Jon moaned, must having liked her vibrations on his taste buds.

Lifting her lips to a smile, he finally threw the last of her hairpins onto the floor. She spun around, using her legs and a twist of her hips to flip Jon Snow onto his back so she could saddle him.

Once he was gazing up at her, Dany smirked, licking her lips at the feel of him hard under her. "It's impressive for a man to be armed so eagerly after the night we just had." She shifted her hips, and as his eyes darkened, her insides pulsed thrillingly.

"Trust me, I'm surprised as well," he replied thickly. He gripped her hips lightly, but when she moved with the touch, he gripped firmer.

As she grinded against him, their breaths became more desperate. Dany noticed a deep red flush on Jon's cheeks, and she knew that he wanted her. His eyes said it almost as loud as his hands.

In a quick movement, Jon brought them chest-to-chest. His breath was sweet and hot like rum.

"Are you sure you want this, my Queen?" Sadness crept into his eyes that made Dany want to immediately kiss away the pain. He looked away for a second before bringing his gaze back to her. "I can't deny that I have… feelings for you. It's as if there's this thr—"

"Thread that connects the both of us together for a reason?"

His lips twitched into a half smile. "Aye."

She sighed in his arms. "If our purpose was to come together to end The Night King, it will be done. While doing so we will live, and while we live, we will love. And with that love we will fight for them. All of them."

Jon shuddered a breath and Dany began moving against him, slowly along the length of him. His cock throbbed on her sex. One of his hands found her breast, and he started kneaded her puckered nipple. She wanted to sigh at the pleasure, but somehow her mind brought up a memory of Drogon. How he hated the before play, mainly because he had the patience of a colt. He had a bigger cock, too—although Jon's had quickly become her favorite.

With a slight bend of her back, she urged the tip of his member into her. She lifted with her legs so she was hovering over him.

"Daenerys…" He breathed, his eyes reflecting the blue light of morning.

Giving in, she swirled her hips until he was hilt deep. A sound escaped her and she hoped it resembled a nice sigh or a lovely moan. Every time he hit this spot the night before, she'd gasp. She wanted to see how long she could last like this. When she finally opened her eyes, his were ablaze.

He bared his teeth at her. "Move."

She lifted, letting his cock almost escape. "Was that an order?"

"If it pleases you," He whispered more softly. His throat bobbed.

And with that, she moved. Jon would meet her thrust for thrust; hands on her hips, grinding down his cock so good it curled his toes. And those soft mewling sounds coming through her pouting lips… the sight only made him move his left thumb to her sweet nub of nerves so he could hear more.

Between his member and fingers, Dany couldn't decide which one she loved the most. She felt pressure coiling around her abdomen, and a tingling sensation tickled the inside of her thighs.

"Jon, I—" she gasped, "Keep going. Fuuuuuck…" His calloused thumb softly scratched her most sensitive spot, all the while pushing her onto his cock until spasms took hold of her legs. Her shaking must have shocked him because he pulled his fingers away from her.

"Don't stop," she commanded, grabbing his hand and placing his thumb back where it had been. He didn't need to be told to resume rubbing.

"Yesss," she hissed, and he throbbed inside of her.

He could feel it, her walls pulsating around him uncontrollably. She was shaking on top of him with a smile of pure pleasure upon her lips. He kept going until her clenching around his cock was too much to bear. He bucked his hips hard against hers, loving her surprised yelp when he slammed into her.

It didn't take much until he spilled himself inside of her. Dani peppered kisses onto his neck and chest, all the while keeping him inside of her until he softened and his breathing was normal.

She lay on top of him, her ear to his heart. She could write a melody to his beat. Closing her eyes, she hummed a Valeryian lullaby that she would sing to her dragons sometimes. As she hummed, Jon wrapped his strong arms around her and circled his thumb over her lower back. Never had she felt so comfortable.

Three knocks sounded on her bedroom door. Dany knew at once that it was Tyrion.

Sighing, Dany sat up, pouting at Jon. He just grinned sadly at her, knowing that their morning had ended. "One moment while I dress," she ordered before giving Jon a kiss, her tongue licking his lips until his mouth opened to hers.

She slid off the bed, unwillingly. "Time to put on clothes, I suppose."

"I'm sure your Hand has seen too much to be embarrassed by our state of undress," Jon chuckled, swinging the furs off his body.

"Well," she said and pulled out her favorite long silk robe from Maureen, "He wouldn't know what to do if he saw his Queen naked in bed with the King of the North." She watched Jon as he pulled on his trousers, tucking his cock safely inside before buckling his belt. Just the sight of it made her insides clench. The lull of the waves rocking the ship made her consider turning Tyrion away so she could spend the whole afternoon cuddled in bed with a wolf. They stared at each other from across her chambers.

"How do you manage to always look so beautiful?"

Grinning, she answered, "I could ask the same of you."

They heard a cough outside her door.

"Alright, Tyrion, you can come in."

Quickly closing the door, her Hand walked in with his hands clasped behind his back and a hooded look of impatience.

Tyrion gave them each a tight smile. "It's still pretty early, not many people have woken. It might be in your best interest to bid the King of the North back to his own rooms?"

Dany glared at the man who interrupted one of the best mornings she's had in her life. When he didn't look away from her, she sighed.

"Fine," she looked to Jon and gave him her most promising look. "Before we arrive to Winterfell, I'd like to have a talk with you to discuss how we will… be accepted before your family."

Jon grinned with one side of his mouth, his eyes studying her face. Then he nodded to Tyrion. "I assume we are almost home?" He began to clothe his upper body, trying to look presentable to whoever may see him cross the ship.

"We shall be there by tomorrow afternoon, if it pleases you," Tyrion replied, taking it upon himself to pour a glass of wine from Dany's personal stash. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. But when she looked at Jon, his dark eyes were on fire and then she remembered his rough voice, If it pleases you…

Oh, how he did.

Jon bid both of them farewell before he left her room with a swift shut of the door. As soon as it clicked, Dany glared at Tyrion once more.

"I was having a great morning, so don't ruin it even more." She went over to her armoire to fish out her new fur-lined slippers. They did nothing to match her robe, but they warmed her toes deliciously.

After sipping his glass, Tyrion said, "I thought you couldn't have children."

Every time she thought of that, her heart flinched like it was being stabbed. "That's what I was told, such a long time ago. The witch said, 'Only death can pay for life.' Maybe now, since Viserion…" Pain laced with hope curled around her, and she began to think of her future, her family's future.

Tyrion was quiet for a moment, and then he shrugged. "If it happens, it happens. Just as long as I don't have to babysit."

She laughed heartily. Shaking her head, she said, "How can I be so happy? Everything… everything is going to shit. The world might very well end, and all I want right now is to lay in bed with a Northern man so he can pleasure me until I tell him to stop." She gave her Hand a sideways look, questioning. "Am I going crazy?"

Tyrion grinned a little into his glass before tipping the whole thing into his mouth. "I really hate to say this, my Queen, but you are in love."

Forcibly, Dany pulled in a breath. In love? She had always believed her love died with Drogo, with Viserion, reborn because of those extraordinary beasts. Never again did she think love could take her. And it was so different. It wasn't a sold marriage, or parental love, this was soul-bearing and scary. Yet it took all her willpower not to run along with Jon to his chambers and test how long they could stay in bed for.

"And yes, you are definitely going crazy," Tyrion continued, his grin turning into something sad.

She was silent for a moment. "Do you think they'll like me? His family?"

"I don't see why they would." He tapped his glass, and set it on the table, studying her. "Please know that seeing you happy makes me happy. Military alliances aside, he's good for you, and you, him. However—"

"I know what you're going to say, Tyrion," she interrupted. "It's all I've been thinking about the last couple of days." She brought her feet up to her chest, vulnerable only to her Hand… and Jon. She allowed them to see her for what she truly was. Not just a Queen who protects, but a mother who fears, as well.

"Don't let anyone cloud your judgment. Not even the King of the North. He's a great man, but you are a brilliant woman. Don't let love manipulate you."

Dany knew they were wise words from a wise man, but she couldn't help herself from bristling at the thought of Tyrion not trusting Jon Snow. She allowed herself to feel it for a moment. She could be patient and thoughtful, and Tyrion's words were not wrong. She had a plan, and they had a war to win first before romances could be put into play.

"You're right," she said sadly. "Love can manipulate, and I won't let it destroy me." She watched Tyrion's eyes change from worry to relief. "However, love can be a motivator as well. Anytime you feel like I'm taking this too far, or if my love is on the path to destroying what we've worked so hard for, tell me. But I think even you agree that a marriage between Jon and I would be beneficial. And I've never believed in marrying someone I do not love. Drogo was different, thankfully. Yes, I was sold and forced to marry him, but he believed in me and I in him. I married him, not loving him, but after, I loved him fiercely because he treated me with the respect of a khalessi. Jon respects me as a Queen. He bent the knee. Isn't that what we wanted?"

"Yes," Tyrion conceded, taking a deep breath. "You can't hate me for being worried. I've seen one Queen destroy her whole family for love. I vow to never let that happen to you."

Smiling, Dany walked over to Tyrion and bent down to kiss his head. "I'm so grateful for your loyalty. I will keep your words in mind, going forward. Now," she spun going to her closet. "Please send in Missandei to help me dress. I must look like I've gotten great sleep," she said with a wink.

Tyrion chuckled and got up to leave. "Of course, my Queen."