Summary: Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen and their armies have defeated the Night King and his army of undead. The White Wolf and the Mother of Dragons realize they have a connection that goes beyond blood. Their love takes them both by surprise. The two remaining Targaryens marry and dream that one day soon they will bring an heir into the world. Jonerys! pregnancy and smut and fluff .

Disclaimer: I do not own "Game of Thrones" or "A Song of Ice and Fire"

Ours is the Song of Ice and Fire by Tonitrus

Chapter 4

Daenerys dug her fingers into the sheets beneath her, holding on for dear life as her husband drove into her from behind. Hard. She had started out on her hands and knees but now Dany was basically flat on her stomach. Jon leaned over her, one hand gripping her hip while he thrust into his wife. His other hand brushed Dany's white-blonde hair away from her neck before he kissed her skin there. It sent shivers through her body.

"Jon…!" She gasped, lifting her hips in an effort to meet his deep thrusts. Her king responded by propping himself up pounding into her faster. Daenerys cried out. She knew she couldn't take much more of this. He had already made her cum once that evening and yet her husband seemed determined to make her cum at least once more before he did. Dany somehow managed to push herself up again slightly, taking his cock in deeper.

Jon was nearly delirious from pleasure. Still, the brunette was aware that his wife was close. He could hold out just a little longer. She moaned his name louder and louder, squeezing his length with her tight heat. Dany's legs had started shaking but she fought to hold herself up and take his sharp thrusts. Finally she came undone beneath him.

The king gasped as Daenery's walls clenched around him. Jon thought he heard her scream as she fell over the edge but he couldn't be sure – her orgasm had triggered his as well. His cock pulsed and Jon saw white as he came, spilling his seed inside of her. Daenerys collapsed on the bed, still riding the waves. Above her, the king thrust a few more times, his breathing ragged. As he pulled out, Jon kissed the back of her neck again.

Dany immediately snuggled into his chest when her husband lay down beside her. They held each other underneath the sheets and tried to catch their breath. The petite blonde smiled as she breathed in the smell of Jon's skin and sweat. She had never felt such an emotional connection when she made love with a man before. The dragon queen had experienced lust and excitement and pleasure in bed with former lovers but she had never felt love. Somehow Jon made her feel both desired and loved. And safe.

As she began to drift off, Daenerys found herself thinking of her first kiss with Jon Snow. It had been months since they first met. Many battles had been won since they had joined forces. Dany had now seen for herself that the King in the North was indeed a skilled and deadly warrior. And she had seen how he inspired his people, the Northerners and the Free Folk alike. The young king had indeed served her well thus far.

She had tried not to let her growing feelings show when they were reunited that day. But he had smiled and bent down on one knee, bowing and kissing her hand much like he had when they met each other. Looking into his beautiful, dark eyes, Daenerys had prayed to the gods that he didn't see the effect he had on her. Jon had killed for her since last they spoke and yet still he was attentive and kind. Yes, her king was a killer to be sure but she could not deny that he was also a gentleman with a noble heart.

Jon had met her dragons before – strangely, all three had taken an instant liking to him, unbothered when he first approached with Daenerys. Even Drogon. She had definitely been surprised, expecting her protective children to at least try to frighten him. But they had been so calm. Jon was soon patting their scales and asking her to recount the story of how she came to bring dragons back into the world.

On the day of their first kiss, Dany had ended up bringing Jon to see her children again. This time she dared him to fly on one. She never dreamed that he would actually do it. Jon had walked from Drogon, to Viserion, to Rhaegal and paused to rub the green dragon's nose.

"I will choose Rhaegal," Jon said to her.

"Why?" She asked. Jon shrugged.

"I don't know. It just seems right." He smiled at her and Daenerys forgot to hide her feelings, smiling back. Soon they were swooping over the hills around Winterfell, she on Drogon's back and Jon on Rhaegal's. Viserion glided alongside them. Dany had only ever flown by herself before. This was the first time she had been able to share it with someone. She had never really considered that anyone else could ride her dragons.

After what seemed like hours they landed back at Winterfell, just outside the gates. Daenerys would never admit it, but she was impressed with Jon. He had certainly proven himself after this. Dany knew well that dragons were highly intelligent, magical beings – it spoke volumes that they were willing to carry him. And Jon hadn't shown any sign that he was afraid of them. Perhaps this husband – this marriage – would be different.

The young king slid down easily from Rhaegal's back. His hair was windblown and he had a giddy smile on his face. Jon offered his hand to her as Daenerys dismounted as well. She stumbled a bit when her feet touched the ground. Dany squeezed his hand to catch herself and felt his other arm fly out to steady her.

The dragon queen was at a loss for words as she suddenly met his gaze. His fingers were warm on her skin and she felt her heartbeat begin to speed up. For some reason she couldn't look away. Dany opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

"Thank you," Jon said, breaking the silence. He released her gently and took a small step back. Her dragons had taken to the sky again. The sun was just starting to set. Daenerys knew it wouldn't be long before they would return to their battles – to their war. She probably wouldn't see him for a while once he left. Maybe not until they were to face what lay beyond the Wall. Daenerys knew that they both could die.

Suddenly the dragon queen closed the distance between herself and Jon, kissing him firmly. She hadn't expected him to taste like fire, but he did. Although he seemed shocked at first, the brunette was soon returning the kiss eagerly. Daenerys let herself forget about war and death for a moment and just embraced her betrothed. She was impressed by Jon yet again as he explored her mouth, making her gasp into their kiss. When they finally broke apart, Daenerys tried to find the right words.

"I want…" She stopped, unsure. Jon reached out and brushed her white-blonde wisps behind her ears.

"What? Tell me." He voice was gentle but commanding.

"I want us to live. I want us to win." I don't want to lose you. Again his dreamy, brown eyes gazed into hers.

"We will live," he insisted, taking her hands in his, "we will win." Daenerys wanted so much to believe him.

"Do you promise me, Jon Snow?" She said softly.

"I promise," the White Wolf replied. Dany smiled, feeling both happy and sad, and kissed him again.

A/N: Thank you for reading chapter 4! Please review! You guys are giving me such great feedback and it's really helpful – thank you so much for supporting the story! BTW don't worry, I haven't forgotten that the summary of this fic includes the word "pregnancy" ;) Love, Tonitrus