"'Cos I fall, I fall for you. You caught me at my weakest. I fall, I fall for you, you caught me at my weakest, and I fall for you."
"Your cousin has responded that she, and Sansa Stark, will visit us, to congratulate us on our upcoming marriage. I still would like to go to Bear Island soon."
Jorah stared into the fire. His eyes were glazed over as he nodded to her statement.
"What should I do with Jon Snow?" She asked. "He's... Family. The only family I have left. He could continue our House."
Jorah's eyes were out-of-focus and Dany's voice seemed to be distant. She touched his shoulder and he came back to reality. "My apologies."
"Whatever is on your mind? You were a million miles away just now."
He turned slightly to face her. His face was solemn. "We never discussed my betrayal of you."
Her eyebrows pinched together. "Why would we? I forgave you. It is in the past."
"People who know of it will use it against me, against you, for the rest of my days." His eyes travelled back to the hearth. She could see the flames reflecting in his blue eyes. "I have done many things for which I will be forever sorry, but nothing is worse than betraying you. Even stating the fact of it makes my stomach turn."
She moved closer to him and touched his arm. He didn't look at her as he continued to speak. "I had been in exile for many years when I met you. I was desperate for forgiveness, and more desperate still for home. I had the chance to have both, and I took it. Even when I began to see you as the benevolent yet ferocious ruler you are, still I wanted home. I was broken, lonely, and weak."
Daenerys looked up at his face and saw a lone tear trickle down his cheek. Pulling him to face her, he met her violet eyes. "I am sorry, Daenerys. I will never betray you again."
She smiled softly at him. "Do you think that if I thought otherwise, you would be standing here in my bedchamber?"
His eyes searched hers. "Probably not."
"Your relationship to me, with me, cannot be summed up in that one thing - betrayal. Yes, you did betray me," She said and his eyes moved away to the floor and shame colored his face. "But I banished you. Twice. You came back. Twice. You saved my life more times than I can count. You nearly died for me. You are human, and that makes you fallible and flawed, but it does not make you any less honorable or trustworthy."
His eyes met hers again slowly. There was a timid hope within their blue depths. She stroked his cheek and reflexively he leaned into her hand. She said, "In your life, you have done everything you can to make the women you have loved happy." His lip trembled. It was one of his deepest insecurities. Biting his lip to stop its quivering, he swallowed hard. "I need nothing from you, but your love and loyalty. I have both of those things. Of that, I am certain. You make me happy, Jorah."
Unable to contain his emotions, he shuddered visibly. He was usually so stoic and composed. She stepped closer, holding his hands in hers. "Are you certain?"
Her brow furrowed. "Certain of what?" Frustration filled her body.
"Your choice in me," He said quietly. He was ashamed of his weakness.
"We've discussed this," She said. There was frustration in her voice. "When will you stop doubting my choice?" He pulled his hands away and turned toward the hearth. She stared at him, but he didn't look at her. His jaw was flexing slowly. He looked so sad. "Jorah..."
He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "At Winterfell, I heard the dragon cry out into the night. I thought I lost you. I thought you had fallen. When I saw you, on the ground amongst all of the dead..." He stopped and swallowed hard. "I thought I knew fear then, but I..."
She touched his arm gently. "My love..."
He shook his head. "I was so afraid then. I thought I could never be that afraid ever again. In that moment, I feared for your life, that I could lose you, but I am just as afraid now, and this fear is constant..."
"You're afraid now?"
"Yes. I am afraid. Losing you, in any capacity, is my greatest fear." His eyes met hers once more.
"You're not alone in that fear..."
He looked confused. Jorah's blue eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"You were dying in my arms!" She said in exasperation. He turned to face her fully. She hit his chest lightly with her fist. "You were dying! You were bleeding so badly. I was so afraid you would not make it. You kept saying 'I'm hurt' over and over, and then you looked at me and I knew. I just knew... I'd missed everything. I loved Khal Drogo. I love him still, but Jorah... I thought I realized too late just how much I also love you."
He pulled her into his chest and she cried for a moment before continuing. "I waited at your bedside fretting over your progress. I listened for every breath anxiously. I have never been more afraid."
Holding her to his body, he cradled the back of her head. "I cannot believe this is real. That you would choose me." He meant it to be endearing, but she pulled away from him suddenly.
Her face was stony. "If you cannot believe it, if you doubt it, then perhaps you are not sure you want to be my King."
"Daenerys..." His face conveyed more pain than when she had banished him either time. "I apologize..."
She stared at him coolly. "A king must be confident, and he must be the unwavering partner for his Queen. He would not question her, and he certainly would not doubt her choice in him."
"Daenerys, please..." He begged.
She stepped away from him a pace. "Ser Jorah... Do you want to be just my advisor and my friend? Do you want to leave my service? Do you want to be my advisor, my husband, and my King? Which life is the life you want?"
"I have never wanted any life without you by my side from the moment I first loved you."
"Yet, you doubt my choice in you romantically?"
"It is not you I doubt..." He said quietly and his eyes dropped to the floor. Then, he kneeled before her. "Forgive my weakness."
"You doubt yourself? Why?"
"I do not view myself as worthy, though I also know that no other man could be half as true to you as I am, or love you even a fraction of what I do."
"What do you want?"
"You."
"How?"
"As my wife," He said lowly. There was a seductive tone in his voice. Heated.
"You will no longer doubt yourself? No longer doubt that you are the chosen king?"
"Never again," He said seriously.
"Prove it."
Pulling her body against his, his hands gripped her hips tightly. He ground her against his already hardened length and she moaned in her mouth. He was still not completely healed. He'd taken more punishment on the battle field than Beric had taken in the Great Hall, and than Hodor had taken at the door, but nothing would stop him now from claiming what was his.
He made quick work of her night clothing. She was fully naked and he was fully clothed. The faithful knight inside of him roared at the control the normally submissive man felt. No. Not the knight. The king.
Jorah walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. Sweeping his right hand behind her back, he laid her down quickly. Standing up and admiring the view, her legs open for him already, and he slowly undid the ties at his collar.
His eyes raked over her naked body. She arched off the bed to tease him. He pulled his shirt over his head and exposed his chest. She could see his arousal straining against his trousers. He touched it briefly as he looked at her squirming for him, and moaned when he did. His chest was half scarred and half hairy, but all manly. Fresh scars, reddened and rope-like, littered his body, but none were like the one on the left side of his abdomen. That one had been nearly fatal. It was bruised around it, a healing bruise - yellow and greenish that spread to his hipbone and up to his rib cage. His chest heaved with arousal as he slowly undid his pants and let them fall to the floor.
Standing before her, he stroked himself. She whimpered as she watched him. Jorah kneeled, and rested both of his hands on her thighs. Meeting her gaze, he began to kiss up her inner left thigh. He could smell her desire already and it only served to encourage him. Reaching the curls at her sex, he met his tongue slide in. She tasted so sweet. He moaned against her and she arched as the vibration of his moan touched her most sensitive parts.
Moving her legs so that they were over his shoulders, he devoured her. His tongue teased her sex and had her begging for more contact. She cried out as she lost herself for the first time on his tongue. His tongue stayed on her until she came back down from the throes of ecstasy. Moving back to her thigh, he continued kissing her skin. He moved to her hip bone and dragged his tongue over the sharp curve of it. She giggled as it tickled and he smiled at her. His mouth moved around her belly button, over her sternum, up her neck, and finally settled on her mouth.
The head of his length brushed against her entrance and she reached for it. He grabbed her wrist and flipped her over with an ease that would've fooled anyone about the gravity of his injuries. Pushing up her right leg, planting his elbow in her back, and grabbing a fistful of that Targaryen silver hair, he pulled her head back. Leaning over her, he bit down hard on her shoulder as he entered her fully. She cried out at the feel of him filling her, and the angle of him inside of her. His left hand stayed in her hair as his right hand wound around her stomach and pulled her back more against him.
He pumped into her slowly, which only served to bring her to the edge more quickly. She arched harder into him. "I am your chosen King," He grunted in her ear.
"Yes," She moaned in response. He quickened his pace slightly so that she was crying out steadily, as her pleasure built once more.
"Let go, Daenerys," He demanded lowly against her cheek. She fell apart on his thick length and he held himself inside of her as she twitched and convulsed around him. Releasing her, she collapsed onto the bed.
"Turn over," He said. "I want to look into your eyes when I lose myself inside of you."
She moaned at his demand and obeyed. He was wild tonight, unrestrained, demanding, and she loved every bit of it. He entered her again and pushed into her over and over. Harder and harder. He was close, and soon she was too. He curved just right inside of her. Every stroke drove her man. He leaned down over her and she wrapped her legs around his back, allowing him even deeper inside of her. He shuddered as she tightened around him.
He grunted as he neared the edge, and she bit her lip. He could tell she was close again by the way she squirm against his hips as he thrust into her. Smirking sexily and arching an eyebrow, he adjusted his hips slightly to hit that spot inside of her more fully. One thumb moved to her nub and moved quick flicks back and forth over it. She cried out with each thrust. And then, they were both suddenly falling over the edge together. He came deep inside of her, and she came all over him, staring into each other's eyes.
She smiled as she calmed her breathing. "You certainly are king of something already."
"Mmm?" He mumbled as he pulled the sheets over them and cuddled against her body.
"King of the Sex Kingdoms, at least. We'll see how you do with the Six," She teased as she held his head against her chest.
He chuckled. "I live to serve you, my Queen." She suddenly felt as tired as he appeared, but stayed up a few minutes more to listen to his breathing slow as he drifted off to sleep while listening to her heart beat against his ear.