Jon

So? What kind of idiot starts with 'so'? Jon was self aware enough that he knew words weren't his best quality. He'd always thought of himself as a man of action. If it came to expressing his feelings, words were quite possibly his kryptonite.

He knew sooner or later they'd come to this point because there was no way, one way or the other, that they'd be able to continue without so much as a conversation. They had successfully managed to postpone it, but it was inevitable.

"So…" Dany repeated, focusing her attention on the road.

"Uh. Yea… So..."

"You've said that." She joked.

"Thanks." He managed to get out. Jon was seriously cursing his lack of wordsmithery right about now. He barely knew what he wanted to say, let alone, how to say it.

"You've already thanked me for that." She paused for a second. "Unless you're thanking me for something else… Is that what you're doing?"

He could see that her eyebrows were raised, and she appeared to be trying to hold her laughter. Laughing is a good sign, right?

"No." She glanced at him for a second before turning back to the highway. "Shit, I don't know. It was the first thing that came to mind."

Dany finally let a chuckle slip out. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh. It's just… Do you find it weird talking to me now?"

"Of course not. We said we'd talk and I'm trying to figure out where to start. Like you said, there's a lot to unpack there right?"

"Mmhmm, but we have time."

The car was silent for some time, but it wasn't anything awkward. It felt like old times with the two of them, like the times they'd get in the car to visit her parents on break or when they would just ride around the city because the weather was nice. They didn't need to say anything then, just being there was enough. It was nice that in the midst of everything they could still have these moments.

"I am curious though."

"About?" He asked.

"Why did you kiss me? I mean, you know why I kissed you last night. I just think it's only fair I know too."

Jon let out a playful huff. "No, I don't. You denied the real reason. We both know that."

"No, no, no. Don't try to turn this around on me. I said what I said. This is about you right now Jon Snow. Why did you kiss me that first night?" She replied with a mischievous grin.

He turned to look out window while he processed the question. Even though he'd been asking himself the same thing since he'd done it. "Is it weird if I say I didn't have a reason? That night I wanted to kiss you, so I did before I could chicken out."

"Do you want to do it again?" She asked quietly and he turned to look at her again.

In all the time he's known her, Daenerys has always oozed confidence. Even when she was unsure of something, she rarely let that uncertainty show. Jon could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen her like this. If he had to name this feeling, he'd say it was fear, although he wasn't sure what she had to be afraid of. There was nothing she could do that would push him away.

"Yes."

Dany smiled, but he doubted he was supposed to catch it. They instantly fell back into the comfortable silence they frequently did around one another as they continued on home. The commute didn't take long, and she was quickly pulling into her parking space.

They gathered their things and his wolf adjacent dog before heading into the building. They received stares from a few people in the lobby as they made their way inside the open elevator, although Jon was used to it by now. He'd had a couple people back east call Animal Control on him because they weren't convinced Ghost was actually a dog. He rolled his eyes while he hit the button for the floor they needed.

"Um, that's not my floor."

"Shush. Kidnapping for kidnapping."

She rolled her eyes as she reached for the button for the correct floor. To which he swatted her hand. "You're weird."

"You've known that forever, it's what drew you to me that day freshman year." He replied, winking.

There was a faint ding and the elevator doors opened up. He escorted a reluctant Daenerys through it and down the hallway. "Noooo. Don't even tell that lie. I missed a day, I needed notes and you were the only one not undressing me with your eyes."

"As far as you know."

He stopped walking, before she could respond to his comment and she nearly ran into him. Jon pulled out his newly acquired keys and unlocked the door. A smile started forming on her face while he pushed the door open.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

He gave her the tour of his empty one-bedroom apartment, explaining where he would probably put the furniture he was having shipped from New York and his plan to make the den, off behind the front door, a little office space for him when he wanted to work from home.

"What do you think?"

They were hanging out in his living room, her sitting on the island connecting to the kitchen and him leaning on it next to her. She punched him in the arm. How does she hit so hard? She's so tiny. "Why didn't you tell me you applied here?"

"You're not the only one that can do surprises. You mad?"

"Are you kidding? This makes it so much easier to come eat all your food!" She replied excitedly.

"I'm already regretting giving you a key."

Dany pulled her face into a confused expression. "You hav- "He simply nodded.

"You should really pay attention to what's on your keychain."

"This supposed to make your booty calls easier?" She jested. "Just have me spread eagle waiting?"

"Not my intention, but…" Jon moved from his position and nestled between her parted legs. "Now, I can definitely see the benefits of your offer."

"It... wa-wa-wasn't… an… of-offer." She managed to get out in between pants. He had started kissing her neck before she spoke. His hands gently nudging down the straps of her dress.

He was about raise the hem of her dress when his phone rang, interrupting him. Jon recalled placing his cell on 'do not disturb' that morning, so whoever was calling was either family or really needed to speak with him and had called twice in a three-minute span.

He looked at the ID and frowned. "What Arya?"

"Hmmph." She muttered over the phone. He could picture the irritated look on her face. "For somebody that's got a girlfriend now, you're still quite annoying."

He turned to face the window taking up most of his back wall, while leaning against Daenerys. She began running her fingers through his curls. "Sh… That's not… What's up Arya?"

"I just thought you'd like to know that your favorite sibling made it back home in one piece."

"Thanks. I'm sure Sansa is thankful for you relaying that message for her."

"Asshole."

She'd hung up the phone already. He laughed to himself and made a mental note to make it up to her. He knew she wasn't actually mad, but she'd still make him work for her forgiveness. He was pulled out of his reverie by Dany raking her nails down his chest.

"Didn't tell her I wasn't your girlfriend I see."

"You heard her?"

"Yea, your volume is loud as shit. Are you going deaf of something? I think it's time to get that hearing checked." She goaded as she nibbled the tip of his ear, which surprisingly sent a bolt straight through him.

"Maybe she doesn't have to know we don't have it all figured out. Telling her that risks one, if not both of us in a headlock. I'd never say this to her, but she's five feet worth of scary when she wants to be."

She grabbed him and turned him to face her. "It's not really any of their business is it?"

He looked at her a moment studying her face. There were still things they were working through that needed to happen in their own time. He wouldn't let his family's thirst for answers push them in a specific direction, even if he briefly let himself hope that's where they were headed.

Jon gave her a shake of the head as a response. Her hands slid from his face and down to his chest, fiddling with the top button of his shirt. She hesitated somewhat and he dropped his hands to his side, slightly dancing his fingers over her calves waiting on an inclination from her.

Dany began working at his buttons again while he inched up her legs, pulling the bottom of her dress along with him as he went. He was moving extremely slow, trying to savor the feel of her beneath his fingers; however, he could tell she was getting frustrated at his pace. She started squirming against the countertop.

She undid the final button and let out a faint "damn" as she pushed his shirt open. Her gaze growing increasingly dark. She raked her nails up and down his torso a few times and the sensations went straight to his manhood. This prompted him back to his earlier actions kissing and nipping on her pulse point. A moan escaped her, and he smiled against her neck.

His hands were still gliding up her legs at an increased pace. He was toying with her thighs expecting to come in contact with her panties. Instead, he was met with her bare cunt. Jon pulled back to look at her, eyebrow raised.

She scrunched her face up in an adorable pout. "I left the underwear I normally put on with stuff like this at home and you could see everything else. I didn't expect it to matter."

Dany scooted a bit, which caused her breath to hitch. He hadn't removed his hand from between her legs when she started talking, so her inching forward caused his fingers to brush up against her folds. They were already wet from her arousal. He hadn't done much teasing for her to be this ready and he couldn't help but wonder just how much she thought of him or if her being commando was to thank for her being this turned on already.

She pulled his face back to hers, hungrily kissing him like she depended on the air in his lungs. He continued to tease her soaked slit, earning gasps against his lips. Finally, he caved and thrusted two fingers into her causing her to throw her head back and let out breathy squeal. Jon made it his personal mission to commit every bit of her to memory. He couldn't recall a sound more pleasant to him than Daenerys losing herself because of him.

He added a third finger, curving them upwards. "Fuck. Shit. Damn it." She forced out and he used his thumb to begin circling her devotedly. He could feel her clinching around his fingers while he continued pumping her. She clutched at his arm, digging her nails in, which would no doubt leave a mark, as she came on his hand. He slowed his movements, helping her to ease her way back down. She was still throbbing when he removed his fingers and brought them to his lips to bask in the taste of her.

She watched as he slipped each digit into his mouth, sucking her juices clean from them. A low growl emanated from her and he noted that as one of the sexiest sounds to come from her petite body. Dany drew him in for another kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing his shirt off his shoulders.

"I think you're secretly trying to kill me." She started between kisses. "Although death by orgasm probably isn't the worst way to go. It's either that or there's some record you're trying to beat. That's three already today and we're just barely halfway through the day."

"I think you might as well round that up to four. I'm not done with you yet." Her eyes widened. "If that's okay with you. I personally think we have some time to make up for."

She let out a laugh mixed with a moan as she laid back, beckoning him to join her. He took mental snapshots of how perfect she looked, splayed out over his new counter with her dress bunched around her stomach. Jon had been so enthralled by making her come undone for him that he missed when she'd taken her arms out of the thin straps on her dress. Here she laid for him, breasts out and heaving, and pussy glistening in anticipation.

There was something, other than his need for release, pushing him forward he couldn't quite pinpoint but seeing her like this was all he wanted from then on out. If he could, he'd make this image of her his screensaver and plaster it over his walls to look at over and over for as long as she'd allow him. He watched as she snaked her hand down her body, giving light presses to her bundle of nerves. He frantically wanted to have her on his tongue again, but before he could make a move to taste her, she spoke.

"Jon." She breathed out. "Please."

Those two words were all he needed to spring into action, abandoning his plans, which he was sure his cock thanked him for as it continued to strain against the fabric of his jeans. He toed his boots and make quick work freeing himself before he hopped on the counter and hoisted himself on top of her.

Daenerys immediately turned her attention to stroking him slowly and guiding him to her entrance. He gave a hard snap of his hips, pulling a stifled scream from her. She wrapped her legs around his hips spurring him on, the heels of her feet, digging into his ass. He wasn't entirely sure what was driving him to thrust into her at a punishing pace, but the groans and mewls he received from her nearly set him over the edge. It took every ounce of focus he could muster not to chase the release threatening its escape. Jon promised her another and he was determined for her to get it.

He slowed his hips as she gyrated her own to meet him. He tweaked her nipple before taking her hand and placing it back on her sensitive nub, urging her to play with it. Jon brought his thumb down, meeting her finger to mimic her actions. She clenched her eyes shut, he felt her pulsing around him, and he knew she was close.

"Dany." She closed her eyes tighter. "Dany." He repeated and brought his free hand up to graze her chin.

Her eyes popped open, dark and begging. She began contracting around him, simultaneously pulling his own orgasm from him while she began muttering in French. "Oh mon Dieu. Cet homme sera ma mort à coup sûr et je pense que je l'aime absolument."

He'd experienced good sex, great sex even, over the years, but not once that he could recall had he come at the same time as his partner. This was something he was sure to add to the never-ending list of things he thought were amazing about Daenerys Targaryen. He withdrew from her, slid off the counter and crumpled on the floor, huffing.

She let out a laugh from her perch. "You okay down there?"

"No." He groaned. "Counter sex is great in the abstract, but killer on the knees."

"Well, you were a great sport about it and you've definitely earned yourself a reward. It'll be more of an IOU, but a reward regardless. You said four and you made that happen."

"I aim to please." She let out a murmur. "By the way, is you speaking French when you come a frequent occurrence?"

She sat up at that and looked down at him like she'd been caught shoplifting from her favorite store. "I spoke French?"

"Mhmm, it was very adorable. Not sure what you said but fucking adorable."

Dany hopped down and adjusted her dress. "Um… That's the first time that has ever happened." She looked embarrassed for a split second, straightened her face and continued. "Maybe it's the back-to-back orgasms. Most guys can't be bothered, they give one and they're done. If they even get that far."

"Most guys are selfish and idiotic." He mumbled, zipping up his pants.

"Well, you're definitely neither and you've thoroughly exhausted me. Food?"

"Uh, yea. I'm gonna take Ghost out and I'll meet you up there. Take my card and get whatever."

He picked up his button up and began reaching for his wallet to give her. Before he could she took a step towards him, quickly invading his personal space, raking her hands over his jeans.

Her hand patted his cock, immediately causing it to twitch. "That's definitely not my wallet." He groaned. "And I could have sworn you said you were exhausted. Keep this up and you'll never eat."

She gave him a chaste kiss, snaked her hand to his back pocket to retrieve his wallet and turned around to saunter towards the front door. He watched the slight jiggle of her ass walking away from him, cursing himself for not noticing her pantyless state earlier.

He made quick work of his walk with Ghost, allowing him run around the park for some time while he replied to the plethora of texts he got, before heading back in.

"I got us phillys and fries." Dany called out from her room when he returned.

"Okay, cool! Ima take a quick shower real quick." He replied. Once in the guest room he let go of Ghost's leash, who settled himself near the window, put his phone on the charger and hopped in the shower.

He turned under the spray and glanced out the glass door. "How long have you been sitting there ogling me? I hope you're at least enjoying the show."

"Me ogle? I would never." She responded, feigning innocence. "I came in here to ask you something."

"Something that couldn't wait until I got out?" He teased over the dripping water, although she remained silent. "Ask away."

"Well, two things really. I've been curious… That first time, why didn't you let me blow you?"

He rinsed his hair, shut the water off and got out. "What's the second thing?" Jon asked as he leaned against the glass door, intrigued at her next question.

She cleared her throat. "You made me come twice that night, but you didn't. Why is that? Most guys would have kept going."

"It wasn't about me." He replied simply, taking the towel of the hook. He wrapped it around his waist and went to his bag to get dressed. She followed, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.

"I didn't have a plan or anything., but when I came in your room, my focus was making sure you were pleased. Anything beyond that was irrelevant."

Dany gasped and looked at him with what he assumed was admiration. He felt flushed under her eyes and he wondered what was going through her head at the moment. Despite his struggle at times to express himself, he found talking to her had always been easy for the most part. He tried to distract himself from the fact that she still hadn't said anything by throwing on some pajama pants and a t-shirt. There was nothing that would have prepared him for what she would say next.

"I absolutely adore you. I came twice and you didn't even get one, that wasn't fair! I don't think that I've ever met anyone like you before. There are some guys out there that'll keep fucking, even after its no longer comfortable for the woman, in order to get theirs. You are an enigma Jon. Seriously, I l- "

She was interrupted by the doorbell, followed by a small knock. Daenerys gave an apologetic look and got off the bed to answer the door. He stood there stunned. If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn she was seconds away from saying she loved him. They'd said it to each other in the past, no problem, they knew definitively the love they had for each other, but now? Now, even the thought of saying it dripped with so many layers. Would it be the love one best friend had for another or something more?