Thoughts of Jorah
Chapter 4
She strode down the hall and stopped at his door, she lifted her hand to knock but suddenly felt unsure of herself. 'A dragon does not flee.' She thought and held her head up and knocked. No response. She knocked again more insistently.
She was starting to grow impatient 'It's not every night a Queen comes to confess to her knight he should at least open the door.' She pounded on the door one more time and on the last knock the door flung open to reveal a disheveled and tired looking Jorah.
He was clad only in a pair of light brown pants and he looked half asleep with his sword in his hand. His eyes were hazy but they flew open as he realized that it was the Khalessi that stood in the doorway. "Khalessi I…" He opened the door further and stepped back to put his sword down.
She took this as an invitation and stepped into his cabin. "Is everything alright Khalessi, can I be of service to you?"
"Everything is fine Ser, I'm sorry for waking you." She turned around to face him and saw that he still only donned a pair of slacks. She let her eyes wander over his form. 'When did I think he was an ugly man?'
He had a large amount of hair on his chest and stomach that disappeared into his pants; she followed it down letting her gaze drop all the way to his feet which were bare. She smiled at this; he didn't get comfortable often enough. 'Time to change that.'
She licked her lips and let her eyes wander over his well sculpted chest and arms; this is when Jorah registered that he was standing before his Queen in only his pants. He blushed crimson under her gaze and moved to grab a shirt, snapping Daenerys out of her trance.
"What are you doing?" Her voice sounded authoritative but with a touch of panic that slipped in at the thought of losing sight of him. He stopped with his shirt in his hand. "Getting dressed my Queen."
Feeling bold she walked to him and put her hand over his. "If you do that, how will I continue doing what I was doing?" She smiled coyly. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, she had no idea what she was doing to him.
His eyes dropped to her chest where her slip left little to the imagination. He tried to clear the image of pulling the strap down her shoulder and kissing it. He tried to take a calming breath but there was no air, this was his queen not a piece of meat. "What was it you were trying to do Khalessi?" He forced his eyes to look up at her face and he felt a rush of heat at the look he saw there.
There was desire in her eyes and she licked her lips and took the shirt out of his hand. "I was trying to admire my sweet bear in this relaxed state." She put her hands on his arm and ran it up to his shoulder then down the front of his chest.
She let it glide through the hair there and he shuddered under her ministrations. She was about to move her exploration further down when the ship swayed and she fell into him, knocking them both onto the bed behind them.
