Author's Note: For those of you who are sick of the smut, you can more or less skip this chapter and move onto the next, or maybe skip to the dialogue at the end. (Also, how on Planetos did you make it this far?) :D For the rest of you, it's going to be awkward for a few minutes to begin with. Bear with me!

Pacing the courtyard, Jon began to feel a bit silly about his plan to seduce his intended. All day as he practiced his lines for the wedding, his mind kept unwillingly slipping back to his inappropriate memories of her, and two things stuck out to him.

Let's never stop sneaking around, she'd said inside the First Keep after having reduced him to a mere puddle. Surely, he could find any number of places around Winterfell to sneak around with Daenerys. However, another series of words echoed inside his head, in her voice. You could've asked me to do it, she'd said to him, when he had confessed resorting to a brothel in an attempt to discover what all the fuss had been about. Ever since she hinted that she'd been willing to let him simply take her had he asked, he'd been dreaming of alternate realities where he'd done just that.

Light footfalls sounded behind him. Dany. He exhaled before turning to face her.

"Daenerys Targaryen," Jon breathed her name, taking in the image of the most incredible woman he'd ever met. She's not yours, he coached himself into character. You can barely speak in her presence.

Dany couldn't help but blush as she clasped her hands together tightly in front of her.

"A sight to behold," he whispered, shyly dragging his gaze over the length of her body before resting it in the stiffened mud at his feet.

"Jon..." she began.

"If you'd listen just a moment, my lady," he interrupted her, extending his hand as if to halt her words, eyes still cast downward. "I know I don't normally possess the courage to muster a word in your presence..."

As he cautiously peered at her from below a furrowed brow, she stayed silent. Daenerys raised an eyebrow at him, still unsure what he was up to. He nervously looked away from her, the same as he'd always done growing up.

"But now that I'm headed off to the Night's Watch to swear an oath never to touch a woman for as long as I live... I thought it might be worth explorin' what I'd be giving up," he snuck another peek of her from under his thick lashes.

"And why should you divulge that sort of detail to me, a proper lady?" she snapped. Good girl, he thought, fighting the urge to grin as she played along.

"To be honest, I considered just goin' down to the brothel, but then I noticed the way you'd been staring at my lips..."

"How dare you insinuate my behavior has been anything other than pure and modest and-" she trailed off, all the while making sure her gaze hung on his pouty lips as she heaved her chest in faux outrage.

"You're right, my lady. I'm sure it was nothin' more than wishful thinking, that the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on should ever have any interest in a mere bastard," he said, quite unable to peel his eyes from her breasts as her lungs raised them up with each inhale. That stare hadn't been acting on his part.

"Well, it's not that you're a bastard..." she assured him, moving just a bit closer.

"It's not?"

"I've always thought of you like a brother. No. That's not quite right, is it? Perhaps a nephew," she said, trying to stifle a giggle, and not doing a terribly good job of it.

Jon winced, his gaze dropping to the ground again as she moved closer, still. She wasn't making his game any easier. As he should've expected.

"I'll let you in on a little secret. That kind of excites me, Jon Snow," she breathed. "I've always had a fantasy about my nephew taking me atop his shoulder and whisking me away..."

"Always? You've always had that fantasy?" he asked, unenthused, looking her square in the eye as he broke character.

"Maybe not always. Just ever since I had a dream about it."

"A dream?" he frowned, "Well, what did this nephew of yours look like?"

"An awful lot like you, actually. The same pouty lips, dark eyes, dark tangled hair..."

Jon blushed for a moment, unsure how to continue his game. He thought he'd simply act out the scenario she'd hinted at, that she'd say yes the way she'd assured him she would have, had he the courage to have actually done so...

"Ask me again, Jon Snow. I might've reconsidered your request."

"Um," he stammered, "I think the moment's passed."

"Nonsense. Ask me."

Despite all of the times he'd been in complete control of her, he'd suddenly felt nervous. He met her unflinching gaze with his signature expression of a skittish pup.

"Your vows. You wanted to ask me if I'd assist you in trying something against your Night's Watch vows," she pressed him further.

"I, um..." he kept stammering, unable to find the words.

"I'm just a maid, Jon Snow. Never once touched by a man... you'll have to explain to me what you're asking me to do before I make a decision. In detail."

"Dany..." Jon truly had regressed into his younger self, unable to muster more than a word or two in front of her, utterly intimidated.

"Excuse me? Don't you mean my lady? Dany is too familiar for the likes of a bastard," she growled, "Apologize to me."

"I-I'm sorry, my lady," he stumbled over his words. What a mess this had become.

She sighed, "You're going off to Castle Black. And soon. Don't tell me you don't have the courage to ask me. After tonight, you may never see me again."

Jon closed his eyes. Why was this so difficult? He knew they'd end up tumbling around together, just as they'd done most nights. But something prevented him from putting words to his request, as if Dany really had been a mere maid. Suddenly, he cringed, remembering how he'd tried to flirt with her the night of the royal feast. A delicate flower, he'd called her. Somehow, his blood had managed to stain his face an even deeper red. This was not going to plan.

She kept pushing him all the same, "Were you asking me to relieve you of your chastity, Jon Snow?"

Again, his eyes fell closed. He focused on any sensual memory he'd had of her, compromised in some way. Pulling each image forth of her frightened or unsure violet eyes, completely at his mercy, luring the wolf back to the surface.

It had been enough to give him the small feral spark he'd needed. "That's one way of puttin' it," he'd confidently said. Finally.

"What's another way of putting it?" she countered, taken aback a bit by his sudden shift in demeanor.

He stepped closer to her, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest whenever she took a deep enough breath. And so, she kept right on taking exaggerated breaths.

"Daenerys Targaryen, I was wondering if there was any chance you'd let me fuck you tonight," he gruffly whispered into her ear.

Without a moment's hesitation, Daenerys raised her hand and slapped Jon across the face. Hard. The sound had even carried through the courtyard. Instinctively, he rubbed away the stinging sensation she'd left behind.

Taking a moment to study her eyes, Jon couldn't quite tell whether she had been merely acting her part or whether she was genuinely upset with him. She hadn't budged an inch, her breasts still bumping against his chest, even more-so now that she was visibly agitated. It must just be acting, he assured himself, she'd never hurt me.

And so, he continued, staring down at her with a dark and penetrating gaze, "You'd be the first and the last woman I'd ever know or touch."

Jon had been playing his part, but his words had rung true, and they'd landed on her perfectly. Her eyelids slumped just as her shoulders had, the girl had looked positively intoxicated. He wondered whether this would've been her genuine reaction upon hearing such a lewd request, but after all, it needn't be perfectly recreated.

"You have some nerve, Jon Snow," she snarled between quivering lips. Dany gathered her skirts in her fists before running toward a nearby stone archway, slipping right into the shadows. Jon listened a moment, certain she hadn't gone past the darkness. He followed after her, trying to hide his smile. This had been even more fun than he'd anticipated.

"You didn't make it very far," he noted, drawing closer to her shaded figure.

Wordlessly, Dany simply looked up at him, eyes glassy against the mixture of moon and torch light seeping in from either side of the archway, only just. The same dim light revealed the slickness of her lips, she must've just licked them. Had they not been playing a game, he would've moved in to kiss her.

"Have I upset you, my lady?"

Slowly, she shook her head. He'd noticed the dilation of her pupils had nearly engulfed the violet of her eyes in the darkness, making her seem even more unearthly than usual.

Jon raised an eyebrow curiously, reaching out to place his palm against the stone wall behind her, "What's got your tongue?"

Dany brought a hesitant hand up to his chest, clenching the leather tightly in her fist. Tugging him into her as closely as she could manage, she raised herself up onto her toes. Their lips brushing together as she spoke, "You."

True to form, the kiss had been a bit clunky as their tongues came together, hastily clashing against each other with the same urgency as the first time their mouths had met. Far too soon, she broke from the kiss, wiping the mixture of their saliva from her mouth's circumference, "Maybe I have been staring at your lips, Jon Snow. What of it?"

"What of it? You just kissed me!" he wanted to laugh at the absurdity, though by this point, he'd been pretty good at biting his tongue.

"A kiss is just a kiss. What makes you think you should get to simply take my maidenhead from me?"

Jon couldn't help but wince, for some reason he hated the term, finding it either a bit crude or distasteful, maybe both. Brushing off the discomfort it gave him, he reminded her, "Oh, I won't be taking anything from you."

"So that's not what you're after?"

"I didn't say that, either, my lady," he smirked.

"You're testing my patience, Jon Snow."

"I won't be taking it because you're going to offer it to me."

"Quite unlikely," she snapped, folding her arms.

"You just have to let me kiss you first," he confidently declared.

"You've already kissed me, Jon Snow, and I've made you no offers," Dany replied, unimpressed with his tactic.

Feeling cocky, Jon placed both palms against the stone on either side of her head, trapping her between his arms. After inching toward her, he brushed his nose against hers before saying "Not here," and placing a quick kiss on her lips.

"Then where?" she asked with a barely audible whisper, letting her arms fall limply to her sides.

Jon boldly brought his knee up to push her thighs apart enough to emphasize his point, "You know where," he whispered back.

Try as she might, the girl couldn't repress her whimper. Feeling victorious, Jon leaned in to kiss her once more, only to be halted by the sudden pressure of two small, white fingers against his lips.

"No," she whined before bringing her hands to his shoulders. "Not there," Dany bit her lip as she pushed down hard on the fur of his cloak, willing him to his knees. Though it was dark, Jon's face flushed so hard it felt like he'd been branded.

"Here," she ran a hand over her groin once he was on his knees before her. In the middle of the archway? he wondered, feeling nonetheless compelled to obey her as he always had.

His hands shook as he lifted her skirts up and over his head. Underneath the fabric, Dany shifted her weight between legs, perhaps also feeling nervous. As he tugged at the laces of her breeches, he reconciled the risky action, convincing himself everyone had, in fact, been asleep. Not the guards, his rationality reminded him as he inched the fabric down her legs. He chose to ignore it, as one might be prone to do whilst under a lady's skirt.

It had been dark enough outside this night, particularly and under the arch, though it was pitch black underneath the fabric. Now salivating, he'd been able to follow the aroma right to her cunt with his nose, alone. His aim had proved impeccable, tongue slipping easily between the silky heat of her lips, kissing her the same way he would her mouth. He fought the urge to begin sucking, knowing it to be the quickest way to reduce her to delirium, though he wasn't sure he'd have known to do that the first time. This was something he'd indulged in so often, the specifics had become something of a blur, but he tried to keep it authentic.

Small hands had traveled to the back of his head. She'd held it in place as she thrust against him, painting his face from nose to chin with her arousal and blocking his nostrils from aiding his lungs. Her curls, wet from both his saliva as well as herself, chafed against his skin; the scruff of his jaw had likewise chafed her slick thighs. He broke from his kiss only to breathe as needed, the turbid mist of each exhale hung in the trapped air around him.

The moment he'd applied suction, it was over for her. Unable to support her own weight any longer as a deep shudder overtook her, she nearly crushed his neck had he not been quick enough to catch her by the hips. Still, he kept on working, delighting in the disarray of her poorly muffled cries. Finally, she stepped away from him with one leg, pulling the other to its side. As her skirts dragged across his back, Jon found his way out of the tent of fabric. He took in as much of the cool night air as his lungs would allow.

"Stand up, I think I hear someone," she managed to slip between breaths, sloppily tugging her breeches up from over the fabric of her skirt.

Jon obeyed her again, rising on wobbling legs as the blood flowed back into his sore knees.

"Quickly, let's go to my room," he suggested, taking her hand.

For just a moment she considered arguing, until she heard the unmistakable clinking noise of a guard approaching. With her hand clasped in his, the pair ran toward the keep, allowing themselves a moment to catch their breath between fits of laughter before heading inside.

Upon entering his room, Jon couldn't remember the last time he'd actually slept there. Depending on how things went for the remainder of their night, it may be his last night there. How perfect it had been that she'd followed him inside one last time, a swan song apt for the room he'd silently suffered in more often than not over the years.

He kept quiet, unsure whether they'd still been in the midst of the playful charade, or whether they were back to being themselves, just Dany & Jon. As he waited for her to make the decision, he moved to open his shutters, letting a bit of moonlight inside. The dull ray had illuminated her, dust catching the light and falling around her like snow. He couldn't help but stare. With mussed hair and cheeks aflush, she'd had the familiar drained expression, or rather, lack of expression after having reached her summit only moments ago.

"Now you've given me your kiss, and still I've made no offers," she folded her arms.

"In fairness, I was interrupted," he said with a smirk, "But you know what they say."

"No. What do they say?"

"Never assume," he breathed. The game had been unfair, suddenly stacked against her, in a sense. Though he'd only kissed her a moment, he knew full well the longer she dragged it out, the more her body would ache for him, only one way to truly pacify her craving. She was bound to give in, and soon.

Jon managed his way out of the straps beneath his cloak, pulling it over his head. Next, he unlaced his doublet, showing a bit too much of his torso as the fabric caught on the leather once he peeled it off. Even though he'd since adjusted his clothing, Dany's eyes made no effort to mask her hunger. A predatory gaze all her own, threatening to devour him whole.

"And why should you get to do all the kissing?" she asked, frustrated. After moving closer to him, she took his bottom lip between her teeth. Jon tried to initiate a kiss. "Not there," she playfully reminded him before placing a quick peck on his lips. Her hand was warm through the fabric of his tunic, moving from his chest, down his abdomen and finally brushing against his groin.

"Here," she breathed, wrapping her hand around his erection through his trousers, and gripping it hard.

Jon's breath caught in his throat, the sensation had fallen somewhere between pain and gratification. Too suddenly her hand had left him before she used it to spin him around, willing his backward steps. She'd had his trousers unlaced even before pinning him against the wall. As his back hit the stone, she dropped to her knees, pulling him out just above his laces and immediately taking his cock into her mouth. Watching for a moment in disbelief, Jon realized that somewhere along the way he'd simply stopped breathing. His body still couldn't decide whether to breathe or groan first as her wet tongue swished against his skin.

Only in hearing the anguish in his voice as he expelled the now-ancient air, had he realized how overwrought he'd been. Unable to stand still, his body had reacted to her as if it had been the first time her mouth had ever found him. He couldn't keep still. The usual ache for her had presented itself in the moment as a sweet sort of pain; which would ebb before a rush of ecstasy came flooding in, keeping pace with the movements of her greedy mouth. A different kind of torment had found him then as a cramp sent a stinging sensation straight through his neck—he must've been pressing himself too hard into the wall without realizing.

After letting something of a grumble slip from his mouth, Dany pulled away from him with a worried look, "Did I hurt you?"

He considered her words as he stopped rubbing his neck, bringing his hands down to help pull her up to her feet, "You might've, but it depends on your answer."

"You're a strange one, Jon Snow," she teased, trying to decipher his wounded expression.

Realizing that in both his actual reality and the parallel one they'd been acting out, it'd be the last chance he'd get to ask, he wrapped his hands gently around the back of her neck, pressing his forehead to hers. "Marry me, Daenerys," he begged her, certain that any reality in which he knew her, he'd be begging her all the same.

"A proposal of marriage after only a few short moments between my lips," she sweetly giggled, "Just imagine the things I could convince you to do after a few moments more..."

"Anything at all," he whispered, massaging the soft skin behind her ears with his thumbs, and letting his fingers roam all along her scalp.

The simple touch had already shaken free the grip on her composure, "Anything?" her voice trembled as she challenged him, "Even if I never offer to let you deflower me?"

"Even if," he proclaimed in a raspy whisper.

Dany retrieved one of his hands from her neck before guiding him toward his bed. Once she'd made it to his bedside, she pulled off her boots before peeling her breeches off and kicking them to the side. She sat down on the edge of the bed, tugging her skirts up to her knees as he coyly observed.

"Sure looks like you're offerin'," he said, taunting her.

"I suggest you take me up on it before I change my mi-" she'd attempted to say before Jon's face crashed into hers, willing her further onto his bed as he climbed atop her. It helped that she'd left him exposed and hanging out of his trousers, he'd managed to slip inside of her before either of them could fully grasp what had happened.

Dany's eyes shot open, a cry hitched in her throat. For a moment, Jon thought he might've hurt her. That is, until she compressed his body between her legs as they closed around his waist, urging him further inside. Their bodies lunged together in a discordant rhythm. Both made an effort to take it slow, and both had failed miserably. Dany increased her momentum, using her legs to crush him into her, right to the hilt. Though their first time had been gentler than whatever chaos they'd currently descended into, he knew he wouldn't last much longer even though they'd barely begun. Quite authentic for their little game.

Jon had already exerted himself trying to shove against the force of her locked legs. Similarly, she slid her hands over his back, clasping them tightly, smothering herself with his weight. Still, he fought against her restrictions before she'd enacted the final restraint. Jon's head fell into the silver net of her hair after she clenched her muscles inside as tightly as she could. She'd managed to grip his skin so hard it sent welcome waves of pain through his entire body with each thrust. With a staggered pace, he pitifully whimpered into her hair as he came. Though he couldn't tell while buried in her hair, she'd been wearing a triumphant smile.

Still unmercifully trapped as he tried to pull away, he pleaded through a laugh, "Dany, I can hardly breathe."

She let out an exaggerated sigh before unlocking her limbs, allowing him to slide next to her as he caught his breath.

"That wasn't very maid-like," he chuckled.

"I'll have you know, Jon Snow, that was my first time," she said, meeting his very skeptical gaze. "My first time since the last time, anyway," she couldn't help but giggle.

Jon joined in, wrapping her hair around his fingers, gently tugging at it to draw her forehead to his. She whispered, "I don't know what overcame me. I just wanted you closer to me."

"Oh, I wasn't complainin'," he reminded her.

"Jon?" Dany's voice had become too serious all of a sudden.

His stomach dropped at the shift in tone, "What is it, Dany?"

"You skipped supper tonight because you went off to find the little birds... did you have any luck?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that," he admitted.

"Why not?"

"I don't want you to worry about anything other than meetin' me in the godswood tomorrow."

"I can't help but worry," she said in a small voice.

"If there were anything to worry about, I would not hesitate to tell you," he promised.

Sighing, she agreed, "I'll let it go for now, but only because I trust you."

"I trust you, too," he smiled, eyes already fluttering as he fought the urge to drift off.

"I should probably go," Dany sighed once more, making a half-hearted attempt to leave.

"You should stay a while," he pleaded, gently tugging at her wrist in protest as she moved away from him. It didn't take much convincing to keep her in his bed. Leaning down, she tucked him back into his trousers before lacing them up. Laughter broke from his mouth as he squirmed from the touch. His ticklish reaction had given Dany an intense look of admiration as she watched him calm back down. They lay together, exchanging smiles. Jon willed his eyes open for as long as he could manage until they fluttered closed a final time. That night, he fell asleep with Dany's soft hands gently stroking his hair.