Jon

The knock startled both of us. As it was my cabin, Ser Davos looked at me, for directions for what to do next. I motioned him with my eyes, and he duly opened the door. His frame initially blocked the entrance, and I couldn't see who it was, but, when I heard those dulcet tones, I know, straight away it is Daenerys, at the door. I shut my eyes, anticipating the explosion that is coming, but her tone is surprisingly, not one of war. Ser Davos lets her in, he looks strangely at her, for the usually immaculate Queen, is a hot mess. I smirk at her appearance, knowing that I am responsible for her bedraggle look, she just gawps at me, with the look, I know she has reserved for me, alone.

Neither of us say a word, the silence is, uncomfortable, unsurprisingly, but not unbearable. Daenerys is glowering at me, I respond with my own glare back. We carry on like this, until Ser Davos clearly feeling awkward, coughs to remind us, he is still here. We both laugh, she is shaking her head and trying not to lose the grip she has on her clothes. I can only assume that in her haste to come to confront me, she hasn't bothered to do her dress up.

"I will go and see what Tyrion and Jorah is up to," Davos says, making a hasty retreat, and then I am alone, faced with the wrath of the dishevelled Dragon Queen.

"So, Jon, do you make a habit of bedding women, and leaving them without a goodbye?" Her wounded eyes search mine for answers, I am guarded, my dark pupils are stoic, she knows, she will get nothing from them.

I also say nothing, what could I say?

I was the one who had gone to her room;

Ok,

She had let me in;

We had fucked all night, it was a night of pure bliss, something truly wonderful. If I died now, I would die a happy man, yet, we were not closeted in the afterglow of our love making. It had all gone wrong, because somewhere in the night, I had proposed marriage, and got a big, fat, NO;

Well sort of!

Thinking about it now, I had done it in my typical clumsy, hap hazard, northern way. Daenerys did not say no, but, she had not said yes, either. I reacted poorly, got upset, like I did, when I did not get my own way, and stormed out. Where was Sam, to calm me down when I could not see sense? Maybe Daenerys was right, we needed to go slow, but I did not want to go slow, I did not want the chance to slip through my fingers.

I had spent most of my life alone, sometimes deliberately isolating myself because of my birth right. When I had joined the Nights Watch, I was glad because I did not have to get myself involved in the murky world of love and marriage, then I had met Ygritte. I truly felt part of something with her, Free folk or not, that woman had touched me, and her death had hit me hard. Ygritte had died for her cause, and I had learnt so much from her. Did I have a habit of picking up women like that, driven women, strong women. I knew before Ygritte put those arrows in me, that I could have chosen to go with her and Mance, but I had my vows and my duty to the Nights Watch. The women I choose or who choose me are like me, driven with a sense of honour and duty.

Even though it had been a while since I had lost Ygritte, that pain had only recently subsided. Until meeting Daenerys, no other woman had really turned my head. I remember when the red witch had skinned out herself in front of me, and I had refused her advances. I had done it, because I really did not find her attractive, even though Stannis looked at her like a lost puppy, Melisandre did nothing for me, where Daenerys only had to walk in the room, and I wanted her.

Here I was, standing in my cabin, with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, who was barefoot, clothed in a dress that was not done up properly, proudly wearing the bite marks, that I had given her during our love making, splattered over her torso and neck. Her silver-blonde tresses were all over the place, but to me the beautiful Queen had never looked sexier than she did now. I knew whatever happened, in the future, what I had to do now, was a no brainer. I would have to muster a better proposal than the one I had done earlier.

I am a King, it was time to start acting like one.

"Daenerys," I said, walking towards her. I stopped, in front of her, the frustration of not being able to read me was telling on her, if no one else knew me I wanted Daenerys to, I wanted to have no more secret and lies, I wanted us to be transparent and do things together.

I kneeled in front of Daenerys balancing myself on one knee, and I held her hand, she still looked annoyed with me, but melted when I touched her. I felt that now familiar heat, that she seemed to create, when we touched, spread through her, to me, and I beamed.

"Daenerys Storm born, Heir of the Iron Throne, Queen of the Andals and the First men, protector of Seven kingdoms, Mother of Dragons, Khalessi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains, will you add another title and become my wife." I held her hand tight, tighter than I had held it on the boat, unlike that time, she did not pull away, but worked her fingers in between mine.

Daenerys exhaled deeply, I watched her closely, she was trying to pick her words, as our fingers frolicked together.

"I had been married before, not by choice. Yet, I tried to be a good wife, a loving wife. When he died, I thought, I would not love again, could not, love again. I became focused on getting to Westeros, and restoring the Targaryen name. Then, I met you." She paused, and her other hand began to tousle my hair, every touch was like a current running through the both of us. We both knew, that last night was no fluke.

"I had come here to have it out with you, Jon Snow. Yet when I got here, and I saw you, the anger went. I realized when you left, I did not want to rise one morning without you, and I hate that you make me vulnerable, and feel things that I thought were only illusions. If you don't open your heart you don't get hurt, but Jon, I was with a man I did not love, I was there for the pleasure of it and I hurt him, and I don't want to hurt you"

I looked up into her eyes, she was crying, and tears were streaming down her face. "Then I realize if I hurt you, I hurt myself, I cannot deny myself any longer, I will not deny myself any longer, I will marry you, Jon Snow, my King in the North".

I spring to my feet, my lips are on hers, I can taste the salty tears, but they are not tears of sadness, it was tears of joy. We devour each other, until she breaks it and pushes me to the bunk. I flop as she gets on her knees in front of me, her eyes not breaking contact with mine.

"My king," Daenerys utters, and my heart just melts.

Daenerys

The first two minutes after Jon walked out, I was hopping mad.

How dare he propose, then walk away, when, he did not get his way?

Was he a baby, or a grown man?

After the fifth minute, I realised that I loved him too much to lose him.

Jon is broody, insolent and challenges me, but I know that he is

my equal, the only man to stand by my side. He is a great warrior, and what woman wouldn't find that and his integrity sexy. His ways are slowly rubbing off on me, and there is no way after last night, I would turn him away, to warm some Northern wench's bed.

No way!

So, I grabbed the first pieces of clothing I could find, and I went to him. I knew what I looked like, I had nearly scared the crew who had seen me, but I did not care about my appearance, I had to make it up with Jon. Ser Davos face was a picture, when he opened the door, and saw me, he blinked as if his eyes deceived him, I was getting ready to push past him, if he did not move out of my way. I did look unhinged, but Jon was responsible for this new fashion statement, so I paid Davos looks no real attention.

I wanted to be mad at him, but the Jon I know does not respond well to Queen bitch Daenerys. He silently demands to be treated different to anyone else by me, because he is unlike anyone else. He will not be anything less than my equal, and I would not have it any other way.

I am his Queen, He is my King, from this day, until our last. After I accept his proposal and he kisses me, I decided to show him how much of a king, he is to me.

I am at ease with his body, as he, is at ease with mine. My hand dips, into his breeches, to locate my prize. He is hard already, I swear, I don't know how he is always ready for action. The way I turn him on, really turns me on, and there is a tingle running through my body. My hands grip the shaft and pull it towards my eager lips, and then I plant a kiss on the tip, then another one, then another. Jon just gazes at me, mouth slightly ajar, he is still, breathing normally, only moving to push my hair out of my face, I lick my lips and smile.

On my knees between his legs I approach his cock from the bottom, my tongue strokes the outside, repeatedly. Moving up, and then down. His hands fumble for my chest, and he finds my nipples, tender, but erect. Those fingers send a volt through my body, to my eager mouth. I open it and cover his hardness, swallowing as much as I can.

I refuse to break eye contact, mine read his expression, observing, how my actions are sending his body into a frenzy. His fingers still attempt to play with my nipples, but as he disappears deep inside my mouth, he concedes and simply lies back and enjoys it. Judging by his cock's responses, the look of pleasure plastered on his face, the attention, my tongue and lips, are giving him, are priceless.

I decide to ramp it up a notch, so I close my mouth onto him, allowing him to go deeper, while flicking the underside with my tongue. My mouth is filled with a combination of Jon, saliva and pre-cum, and I know I have made the right choice. My tempo increases, and then from his lips, a series of groans escape, these paint the room. Frantically, his hands seek my nipples again and he uses this to indicate, that all he is feeling is, intense, sweet, pleasure

My cheeks compress, and he groans get even louder, and I apply yet more love onto him. I know he is helpless, unable to do anything, except sweep the hair from my face. his breathing changes ever so slightly, getting shallower and shallower, as my face goes down on him, again.

I come up for air, I swirl my tongue around the head, and absorb him again. I feel the girth expand in my mouth, he slightly jerks readying himself for his impending orgasm. I can feel it building, and building, he feels like a rock, hard and rigid, and then he explodes, and I feel the full force of his seed in my mouth.

I take what I can, but still some of the white cream splats over me. I leave it, I don't want to wipe it away just yet. He is spent, not really moving, not doing anything, except, grinning. Slowly he regains his composure. He tries to pull me to him, but I stop him.

"No Jon," I say, gently pressing my hand to his chest, he will not take no for an answer, his fingers, already trying to find a way inside me, I move slightly away, he attempts to grab me, but, he is too spent to put up a real fight. I see that confused look on his face,

I smile when I tell him.

"We have to prepare ourselves, I forgot to say I spoke to the Captain, and he is marrying us at sunset".