Jon
"Wait, wait, wait. You can't just say something like that and walk away from me." Daenerys called after him.
Jon should have known that she was going to take her stubborn approach to this. He thought what he just implied was pretty obvious, not to mention the truth. He didn't think the idea of them this way was anything that she gave a second thought about before it happened. Truthfully, he assumed she would put a stop to it before it ever got this far.
"I can't?"
"No! You've met me, I have questions." He felt her hand on his shoulder and he finally turned to face her.
"Okay." He replied as he leaned against her doorway. "Can I get dressed first or are you insisting we do this nude?"
Dany looked him over, took a slight step back before dropping the towel she had wrapped around her. "I'm good right here."
This little temptress plays dirty as shit. "Fine." He said through gritted teeth. He was trying to maintain the little bit of composure he had left, but by the grin on her face he knew he was failing at it miserably. Yet, he still refused to look lower than her neck. "Alright, inquisitive Izzie, what questions you got for me?"
She sat on the edge of her bed and leaned back on her hands, forcing him to take all of her in again. "Why would you assume I wouldn't be interested?
Jon took a measured breath and sat down on her ottoman across from her. "Were you? He challenged.
Her silence could honestly be taken both ways, so he decided not to put too much stock into it. He chose to simply answer her question instead. "I can't recall you so much as making a single slip that would even make me think you saw me in any other way."
Having this conversation naked was seriously proving off to a difficult start. He was desperately trying to let the head on his shoulders drive the conversation, not the one between his legs. After all, he wasn't trying to come off as some sort of sex addict that just wanted to jump her bones every time he laid eyes on her. Even if that had definitely become a plausible scenario for him.
"Fair enough, I guess. How long were you interested?"
"Not really sure, honestly. It was a sort of gradual thing, I think. So small I didn't even know I was thinking about it until–"
"Until what?"
"I can't say it without looking like an ass."
"Can you try?" Daenerys inquired.
The curiosity beamed from her eyes. They usually gave each other whatever they wanted, but he was battling keeping up that streak, just by that simple question alone. It wasn't just because of her opinion of him that he had difficulty finding the words, it was harsh reality of the situation he was now in.
"Shit. Okay…" He began. The understanding expression she now wore helped him get words out. "You remember my ex?"
"Of course, I remember that bitch, but what does she have to do with anything?"
"Nothing and something. She was never bothered by our friendship, regardless of what you thought, but there was a time or two while I was with her that I thought about what it would be like with you."
She was quiet for a spell. "B-but… But you guys were together like two or three years ago."
"I know."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Dany asked with a furrowed brow.
"At the time we were both in relationships." He found it easier and easier to speak about all of this the longer they talked. Perhaps, having a conversation nude did actually make it simpler to talk about certain things, maybe because you're already vulnerable in a way. "Me and Val ran its course in the end, but you were still with Drogo. Besides, like I said, I didn't think you'd go for it and I refused to blow up our friendship over something I didn't think you wanted."
"What changed?"
"What do you mean?"
She pulled a leg up and wrapped her arms around it, placing her chin on her knee. The movement while normally very innocent, opened up her perfectly pink folds to him. His mouth started watering and his cock involuntarily jerked. Jon leaned forward to mask his budding erection, which in hindsight was not the best idea as it brought him more eye level with her core. He mustered every ounce of self-control he could find to listen to her next words instead of feasting on her like the exquisite meal she was.
"You said you didn't want to blow up our friendship. So, what changed? You still ended up making the first move that got us here." She chuckled.
He looked her over, giving a head tilt, that she either seemed to miss or just wanted to hear his response out loud. He eventually relented. "You're what changed. Or more precisely, your friend's insistence that we play Strip Drunk Uno. Lower inhibitions and all of that. Somehow, I feel that was why she suggested it. But I mean, can you really blame me?"
"You want an honest answer?"
"Preferably."
"Truthfully… Had I seen you sitting there like this, with all this fucking sexiness out. On top of the alcohol, there's not even a guarantee that I wouldn't have just mounted you right there in front of everyone."
Of all the things she could have said, that wasn't something he was even prepared to hear. It was honestly a pleasant surprise, hearing her admit this, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't concern him a little. Jon realized early in their friendship that he would pretty much do anything for Daenerys. She fought hard for those she cared about, and he happened to be one of those people, even if he didn't always understand why. Her comment was concerning because he didn't know what it meant for them in the long run if it turned out to be purely a physical thing on her end.
"Seriously? I bet that would have gone over well." He joked.
"Seriously." Dany hesitated. "I'd hate to ruin the flow we have going here, and I fully recognize that this was my doing, but can we please put on some clothes before we finish this conversation? I'm having a really, really hard time focusing on anything other than trying to catch a glimpse of your dick."
He let out a snicker. "Oh, thank God! The amount of dead animals I had to think about to remain soft was starting to worry me."
"Glad to know I wasn't perving out on my own. Two minutes? Then we resume this, yea?"
"Sure." Jon replied as he stood up and headed towards the door.
"Did you eat already?"
"I was going to, but somebody stopped me."
He heard her laugh from her closet, and he assumed she was probably shaking her head. "Not what I meant! Have you had anything that would actually provide you nourishment?" She yelled out.
"I don't know. I think that could have done me some good, but if you're referring to actual food. No, I haven't eaten anything."
"It's some alfredo on the stove. I hadn't had the chance to put it up yet."
They both threw on their pajamas and settled at Dany's dining room table to continue their talk. He helped himself to some of the food she made, while she nibbled on some dessert she bought. He was extremely proud of the effort she put in, even if the meal was something simple. Cooking was not on her list of favorite things to do. Usually if a homemade meal was being shared between the two, Jon was the one doing the cooking.
Not everything in their chat focused on their current situation, but they had definitely made a dent in it. They sat there talking for nearly two hours about any and everything they could think of at that moment. They'd seemed to come to a silent agreement about not thinking too much into things; allowing things to flow naturally between them as they always had in the past. He'd even successfully got her to admit that she had briefly considered the idea of them as something more than friends, albeit it was early in their friendship and a short-lived thought. As long as the foundation that was Jon and Daenerys was solid, they would make it through whatever was in store for them in the future.
Despite the long day he had and the overall lack of sleep, Jon didn't feel as tired as he should have. He could have kept going with the conversation had Dany not tried to stifle a yawn behind her fist. They agreed that they made it to a decent stopping point, it wasn't like they were up against the clock or anything anyway. He cleared and washed the dishes, while she put dinner up. Once finished, he started making his way out of the kitchen.
She grabbed his hand as he turned to head to his room. "Where are you going?"
"Uh, to lay down?"
Dany pulled her face into a questioning frown before dropping the hand held between her own. He was usually pretty good at reading her, but there were times that he wished she came with subtitles. This was one of those times because the expression she wore could have been interpreted a few different ways and he never wanted to assume anything.
"What Daenerys?" He asked calmly.
"Daenerys? I'm usually only that when I'm in trouble. Really, it's nothing. Go to bed."
She started walking back to her room before he could formulate a response. Jon probably knew her the best, outside of her family, but she could be a real puzzle sometimes. They'd gotten a few things out in the open, but he was still no closer to guessing where her head was at in regard to the two of them right at this moment. He figured it'd work itself out eventually, so there was no sense in working himself up over it right now.
He entered his room, took off his t-shirt and pajama pants, preferring to sleep in his boxer briefs and laid down. He'd been absentmindedly scrolling through his phone for thirty minutes or so when her petite figure slipped through the crack in the door, which she shut completely behind her. The action shrouded the room in darkness save for the low light from his device, so he couldn't see her clearly, but he heard her pattering on the hardwood floor.
Dany rounded the bed, placed her own phone on the nightstand and slipped under the covers next to him. She nestled into him, giving him a quick peck. The whole interaction felt incredibly domestic, but he refused to let his brain get lost down that train of thought.
He put his phone down and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. They remained silent for a time and he nearly started to doze off from the serenity.
"What exactly is this thing with us?" She asked almost inaudibly, tracing random shapes across his torso.
"Whatever you want it to be, just promise that no matter what, we remain friends."
"Promise."
Regardless of what was set for them in the future, being with Dany in any capacity felt right. There was never the incessant prodding for information that came with everyone else. She just allowed him to who he was without judgement, even if that meant being a little antisocial at times.
Against is better judgement, Jon allowed his mind to play the what if game until sleep finally overtook him. When he woke up the next morning, he found Daenerys gazing at him from a chair off in the corner.
"Please tell me I still have both my kidneys." He said, huskier than he anticipated.
"If you don't, it's got nothing to do with me."
"Yea? Well, why are you looking at me like you did something sketchy?"
She raised an eyebrow before getting up out of her seat and coming towards him. Dany crawled onto the bed and straddled him. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Or maybe I just like looking at you sleep. Am I not allowed to do that?"
"You can do whatever you damn well please."
"Really?" She asked with a naughty glint in her eye as she rolled her hips against him. "Whatever I want?"
She leaned forward and began peppering kisses down each side of his neck. In any other situation Jon would have been embarrassed at how easily he got hard, but since that first night with her, he basically lived in a state of arousal in her company. "Have your way with me."
Dany removed the tie die tank top she wore and began raking her nails down his chest before bringing her lips to his. His hands were placed firmly on her hips, rocking her against his erection. As they fumbled to remove their bottoms, they were interrupted by the repeated ringing of her doorbell.
He reached over to check the time on his phone. He had no idea what could be so important at nine thirty on a Monday morning that caused someone to ring the bell that many times, but Daenerys seemed so focused on what she was doing that she missed it.
"Dany." He managed to get out. Between her rubbing against him and her tits in his face, he was having a hard time giving attention to anything else around them. Finally, she stopped long enough for him to finish his thought. "Your door."
"Shit." She replied, stumbling to get off of him. So much so that she hit the floor with loud thud. "Oh fuck, that hurt. Where's my shirt?"
Jon rolled to the other side of the bed where she tossed it and handed it to her. She was then walking out of the room trying to put her tank top on and rub her ass at the same time. If he wasn't so painstakingly hard and slightly irritated that they were interrupted, he might have found it funny. Not that he would ever let her know he got a little joy from her pain.
As he began putting on his pajamas, he heard her speaking with whoever was at her door. "Uh, what are you doing here?"
"Auuuunnnntttttiiiieee Dannnnyy"
"I said I'd be here by nine. I'm actually late. Did you forget?" A man's voice replied over the children.
"Shhiii. Shoot, that's right. It slipped my mind for half a second." Dany responded.
Jon tugged his shirt on and exited the room a few minutes later to find her on her knees having a hushed conversation with the two children. He knew she loved kids, but he so rarely got to see her in her element, interacting with them. It was a nice sight to behold, especially how her face lit up around them.
"Hey Rhaegar, how you been?" He asked, taking the silver-haired man's hand.
"Jon Snow, as I live and breathe. How are you and how long has it been?" Rhae asked as he glanced over at his sister. "Dany didn't mention you were in town."
"Figures. She likes to keep me a secret."
She grabbed a throw pillow from the nearby chair and flung it at him, earning giggles from her niece and nephew. "And you say I exaggerate. That's the furthest thing from the truth and everyone knows it. It's been a bit of a crazy time."
"Yea, yea. Tell us anything." Jon replied as he pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Can I get you anything while I'm over here Rhae?"
"I'm good. How long you in town for. Last I heard you were living in New York, right?"
"I was, but I just moved back. I'm actually waiting on my stuff to get here now."
"Oh! Good, maybe this one can stop moping all the time." Rhaegar responded, gesturing in Dany's direction.
"I don't mope, and don't you have somewhere to be? Get out of my house if you're going to spread lies."
He chucked and stood up from his place on the couch. "As a matter of fact, I do, but I hate to be the bearer of bad news sis. You do mope, frequently! I assume its cause you're the baby and always got your way."
Daenerys rolled her eyes and got up from the floor. "You two come say bye to your dad. You're going to spend the week with Aunt Dany."
The children immediately stood up and took their turns saying their goodbyes before taking up residence on the couch alongside Jon. The youngest, Aegon, came to sit in his lap, while his sister, Rhaenys leaned against him, playing a game on the tablet.
"Good seeing you!"
"Back at you."
He watched as Dany walked her brother to the door and gave him a hug. She said something that Jon didn't catch, and the older man just nodded his head. As soon as the door closed, the little girl spoke up, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Are you Aunt Dany's boyfriend?"