Jon

"Stop being a fucking Debbie downer all your life." Arya spoke while repeatedly beating him with a pillow.

"Why do we have to go to a club though?" He managed to get out between laughs.

"Because dickwad. We leave tomorrow, we want to do something together that's not in this damn house…Annnnnddddd because you were out-fucking-voted!"

"Oh, if Catelyn could hear you now. My, my, my." Jon teased his sister over her vulgarity.

"She'd probably shit nails, but such is life. I'm grown and I keep it to a minimum at home." She shrugged. "Wouldn't want to offend her delicate sensibilities." Arya chuckled as she started heading out the door. "Get dressed and don't make me hurt you!"

At that she left him in his room alone. He couldn't believe it had been a week already. The time went by entirely too quickly, especially the last couple of days. They had that dreaded conversation on Wednesday that he's been trying to scrub out of his head ever since.

He learned Robb and his girlfriend were into medieval role play at times, where he was a king or some shit, Theon was way too into threesomes and that he and Sansa had hooked up, possibly more than once and that Arya lost her virginity in a shed of some kind. There were things that siblings shouldn't know about one another and that was it. Those startling revelations made dinner the next day a slightly awkward affair. Their dad stopped by for a surprise visit and it took every ounce of everyone's willpower to not tease each other. If only Ned knew the minor deviants his children were.

It had been a slight struggle, but they made it through the evening and most of the next day without anyone saying or doing anything overly vulgar. At some point however, Margaery insisted on all of them going out for one last hurrah. She'd even successfully convinced Sansa and Robb to return after work for the fun. Jon was never a huge fan of the crowds and the drunken stupidity that came with going to the club, but he enjoyed spending this time with everyone and he didn't know when they would find the opportunity to do it again.

He resigned that there was no protesting the decision and got up to take a quick shower. No sooner than when he stepped out was there a knock on his bedroom door.

"One second." He called as he wrapped a towel around his waist. The door opened before he could get to it. Jon was still trying to secure the towel when Daenerys walked in wearing nothing but thigh high boots and matching purple lace lingerie. He held the towel for dear life and cursed at himself to behave.

"Something on your mind?" She teased as she sat down on the bed eyeing his death grip on the towel.

"Uh… No. You?"

He knew there was no reason for him to feel shy at the sight of her. They'd seen each other in all their naked glory, but there was something different about this exchange. She laid back on the bed and eyed him while he located and put on a pair of boxer briefs.

She didn't answer immediately as if she was contemplating her response. "I need a T-shirt please."

"Am I going to get it back this time?"

"That depends."

"On?" He asked as she just smiled at him. Dany spent the better part of the last two days making innuendos at the most inconvenient times and each time, she gave that same smile. She was definitely enjoying pushing his boundaries entirely too much. Once or twice she almost got him to cave, however, he caught himself.

Jon finally gave up expecting her to answer and just threw her one of the black band shirts he had in his bag, which she promptly put on, taking a twirl in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. The shirt stopped just below her ass. One wrong move and someone would be in for a spectacular surprise.

"How do I look? Positively fuckable?" She asked and sashayed out of the room.

Damn it! Every ounce of blood his body rushed to his cock at that moment and for a split second he considered grabbing her and pulling her back into the room, everyone else be damned. He tried to adjust himself because he didn't have the time to properly seek release. He barely had time to finish his thought before she popped her head back in.

"Oh, I almost forgot… Little wolf said you have five minutes to get downstairs otherwise someone may or may not end up in jail. Her words."

He cleared his throat and nodded afraid less than coherent words might come out. He hoped she missed how her earlier words affected him, but no so luck. She looked him up and down, pausing on his growing erection, her tongue sticking slightly out of her mouth. Her reaction did nothing to help his current state.

After what felt like forever, she composed herself and left him alone again. He forced himself to think of little old grannies playing cards while he finished getting dressed so he could calm down some. He just had to make it through the night, and he was determined to do it. Jon grabbed a black T-shirt, jeans and threw on some boots and went downstairs.

"I thought she was going to have to drag you down here." Sansa said as he entered the smaller dining room.

Everyone was gathered between there and the kitchen taking precursory shots. Being that Arya was only nineteen, she was labeled a designated driver and trying to be supportive, Gendry volunteered to be the second as it was too many of them to fit in one car.

They got in quickly because Margaery had a connection, a friend of a friend or something along those lines. Theon made a beeline to the bar to buy a round of drinks for them saying "Pretty boy Snow is fucking back. Let's get drunk motherfuckers!"

Jon honestly believed he was just Theon's latest excuse to get drunk and hit on women. He could see his sister periodically glancing at the man and rolling her eyes. He didn't know the exact status of the relationship between the two and he wasn't sure he wanted to; it was just easier that way. He accepted the beer and sort of faded into the background near a table.

Occasionally, there would be a woman that approached him offering to buy him a drink or to dance with him, which he often declined. There were a couple of times he agreed just for the hell of it before returning to his post. He couldn't be a hundred percent sure, but he could have sworn he saw Dany cut an eye from her place on the dance floor at the women that came over to him.

"So, you're just going to keep eye fucking her all night or what?" Arya said out of breath as she sat down on one of the highchairs at the table they secured.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh, just like I'm sure she wouldn't know anything about her eye fucking you all night."

He turned around to face her. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, that got your attention I see." Jon just looked back towards the dance floor and rolled his eyes. Arya Stark could really be a huge pain in the ass, but he loved her regardless. "While she may be in some weird sandwich grinding on Theon, eww. Still not sure what Sans was thinking there, but Dany has hardly taken her eyes off this general direction."

Jon had a tough time looking away from the scene his sister pointed out to him. Daenerys was currently wedged between Sansa and Theon swaying to the music. She seemed to be enjoying herself as he watched her hips, his shirt rising ever so slightly at each swing.

"You're just imagining things."

"Mhmm, yea sure. Whatever you say. I'll be back." She said as she hopped off the chair going back to the dance floor.

As soon as Arya walked away a red-haired woman accosted him. He might have considered her cute, if her hair wasn't matted to her forehead from sweat and the smudges in her make-up from having, what appears, spent all night rubbing her face.

"Is that little one your girlfriend?" She said slurring her words in his ear, pointing after the petite woman walking through the crowd.

"My sister."

He could see over her shoulder that Dany had stopped dancing and was now entirely focused on the exchange taking place between him and this stranger, hand on her hip, causing the T-shirt to show more of her legs. As if that were possible given how short it was on her already.

"You're very sexy."

"Thank you." He replied simply.

"What's your name? I'm Ros."

"Jon"

She moved closer to him putting her tits right up against him as he reflexively held his hand out when she stumbled so it was now wrapped around her back. "You have a girlfriend, don't you? Sexy things like you always have a girlfriend."

He could feel her breath on his neck as she inched as close as possible. He instantly darted his eyes to find Daenerys, but she was no longer standing where he last saw her. The next words were out of his mouth before he could pull them back. "Yes. Well, no. Not technically. Although my best friend is a girl."

Jon didn't necessarily know why he was telling her this, while not a lie, he knew nothing would happen for them beyond whatever was taking place just then. He could have just said he did and allowed her to go on about her business, but he didn't. Ros had put her hand in his back pocket, massaging his ass through his jeans. He was about to open his mouth to protest when a rather smug looking Dany came into his eye line.

He didn't know why he felt the need to explain, but before he could she closed the gap and threw her lips onto his. Her fingers tangled in the hair at his neck and as if common practice he wrapped his free hand around her waist. He could only imagine the scene reflected in the eyes of the people around them when she took his hand and slid it to cup her ass cheek.

The kiss was rough, and he felt a moan she let out vibrate through him. Their tongues fought for dominance until she pulled back, taking his bottom lip in her teeth and giving it a small tug. Just as quickly as the kiss began, it was over. She flicked her long platinum hair over her shoulder, eyed Ros with a slight smirk and walked away.

Jon felt completely glued to that spot, rummaging through his thoughts on what just happened like a child. He honestly couldn't have answered the question on how long he'd been standing there gawping at her for lack of a better word staking claim. He was pulled completely back to the present when the drunk woman next to him spoke.

"I thought you didn't have a girlfriend. Who was she?"

She finally took her hand out of his pocket. "I didn't when this conversation started. Now, I'm just as confused as you are. That was uh- "He sheepishly rubbed his face. "Th- that was my best f-friend."

He desperately hoped that little power play wasn't seen by anyone they knew because he couldn't take the inevitable questions and comments they'd have. As soon as Ros walked off, having said something along the lines of "best friend my ass, no best friend of mine fucking kisses me like that," Robb walk over to him with the biggest fucking grin on his face.

"You finally fucked her and now no one is allowed to talk to you is that it?" He teased.

"What the hell are you talking about? Fuck who?" He asked, trying to be convincing although he knew it was too late.

"Oh, did I not mention to you that I overheard you two last week? She was enjoying it far too much to be solo. Theon was passed out on the floor of his room butt ass naked with the door open, Gendry is too busy glued to Arya to look at anyone else, so that just left you. Unless Pod the Rod snuck in. But that kiss just then really gave it all away. Clearly that dick belongs to her now boy!" Robb patted his brother on the back.

Shit.

"Don't look so dour. This is what you've been wanting for years."

"No, I haven't."

"Yea, keep telling yourself that." Robb responded nodding towards Missy and the gang. Pulling Jon along with him. "Come on, there's some diner they want to stop at before we head back to the house."

They made their way outside and packed into the two vehicles heading to the diner Sansa found online that supposedly had great reviews. In all the commotion he and Dany had been shuffled into different cars. He wanted to chalk that display up to her drinking, but he couldn't recall actually seeing her drink anything beyond that first round. Much like himself.

They all ate relatively quickly, chatting about trivial things that happened over the course of the night before they finally made their way back to the Airbnb. Luckily no one mentioned the little scene that had taken place and he let himself believe Robb was the only one that witnessed it.

Jon saw Sansa and Dany having a quick conversation when they got out the car to which his sister grinned and nodded her head. Once back in the house everyone said their good nights and began slowly retreating in opposite directions to various parts of the house.

"I can see the thoughts dancing across your forehead." Daenerys said nudging his arm. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Well, uh." He started. He definitely wanted to talk to her about everything, but he expected he'd have a little more time to get his thoughts together. Afterall, they were in uncharted territory long before that PDA session. "What was that kiss about?"

She looked at him innocently. "Did you not like it? Cause I don't have to kiss you again."

When he didn't immediately respond, she continued. "Or." She licked her lips. "Did you like it too much? Your little redheaded friend definitely thought you did."

"You know what?" Jon began, but decided against finishing his statement. Instead, he simply picked Dany up and slung her over his shoulder, smacking her bottom before heading up the stairs. To which she replied with a squeal.

Theon who had went directly into the kitchen when they arrived called out from behind them. "About damn time! Remember, safe sex is the best sex!"

"Shut up dumbass!" She yelled behind him.

He finally let her go when they got to his room and she immediately began unzipping her boots.

"Just so we're clear. This shirt." She paused pulling it up between her thumb and index finger. "Is mine now, looks better on me anyway, but I will need another shirt to sleep in."

"What's wrong with something of yours?"

"I told Sans she could sleep in my room and that I'd camp out in here. I didn't think you'd mind. We've shared a bed more than enough times, right?"

"Yea."

Deep down he knew she had a point, which he had previously argued to his brother, but the thought of sharing a bed now seemed heavier than it did in the past. He was yanked from his self-argument by her snapping her fingers.

"I know we've muddled things up a bit and there's a lot to unpack there, but I'm not as young as I once was. I would actually like to go to sleep sir." She gave a smirk he couldn't quite place. "Now that can either be covered in a nice comfy shirt or half naked that will make you feel uncomfortable one way or another."

She sat on the side of the bed and started to remove her/his shirt. He knew Daenerys Targaryen was a woman of her word, she always has been, but there was a small stubborn part of him that wanted to test her commitment. On a normal day he would have pushed that piece of him down; however, nothing about this week had been anything remotely close to normal, so he let his stubbornness win.

He stripped out of his clothes, threw on a pair of sweats and laid down on the other side on his back. He could see in the shadows that she looked like she wanted to say something. Instead, she eyed him, not saying a word and removed her bra.

Jon sat up on his elbow as she got under the covers and scooted towards him. When she settled, he could feel her hard nipples pressed against his side. He desperately wanted to slide down and take one in his mouth. As if she were in tune with his thoughts, she lifted her head up to look at him.

"Sleep Jon. I'm too tired for it to be fun for either of us. And-" She let out a yawn before she could finish her sentence. "Just so we're clear. On your earlier question, you can't look like you do, give dick like you do and entertain women in the club. They'll start to think they stand a chance at having you."

He let out a chuckle. "So, what you're admitting is you kissed me because you were jealous?"

She yawned again. "No reason to be jealous, you were always coming home with me."

Jon looked down at her intending to tease, but she'd fallen asleep just that , we are so royally fucked.