Big thanks too BlueSkiesOrBlueEyes and Fiercely Awkward for helping me with the story.

Jon III

His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist. They were flying over a small settlement, Drogon dipping gracefully to show off, the inhabitants pointed the dragon out to one another, watching them in awe as they passed.

Daenerys smiled and waved at them, her eyes alight with joy. She had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; her shining locks, her violet eyes, her lips... She was so beautiful he physically ached.

"We're almost there," she said breathlessly sometime later as she turned her body around to face him, leaving Drogon to fly on his own. They sat opposite one another, both straddling Drogon's powerful neck. He couldn't help staring deep into her eyes, bathing in the richness of them. He sat drunk in her presence.

She looked past him, to the horizon where the sun was starting to go down. As the last heat of the summer day bounced off her pale cheeks, she was no longer just beautiful; she was radiant.

When his Northern tongue spoke, it felt thick with emotion: "Did you mean it true, when you said we were supposed to find one another?"

She smiled.

Something lurched in his stomach at that smile. It felt like he was flying, not just because he was physically, but a dragon in his mind as well.

As soon as he thought it, he heard Drogon inside his head, "You are in love I see, and young love at that." Boomed the dragon, a hint of amusement in his voice (if dragons were capable of amusement). "Just don't expect me to advise you on these matters." Jon could feel the beast's contempt in the fire of their thoughts and silently cursed him. "I will say this though, be cautious. I've seen the way my mother's dealt with other men, and it-"

"What do you mean?" Jon cut him off and had forgotten not to speak aloud.

"What does what mean?" questioned Daenerys, her hand touching his lightly and her eyebrows raising teasingly. Quick as a flash, Jon caught a fragment of Drogon's memories, fire and blood, screams from all sides as men were burnt and murdered, she stood there, the cause of it all ... and then the vision was gone, replaced with the image of her wide, concerned eyes and a small smile on her lips, "Jon are you alright?"

He almost slipped sideways, but she caught him, "Jon?"

"I'm fine." He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Don't fall," she laughed nervously, "hold my hand." Their fingers laced together, and he held on tight.

He saw the longing in her eyes and felt something deep inside him. He was waking up, a dragon that had been locked away for all his life was now free, now that he was with her. The vision didn't matter.

"It's nothing, truly my queen" as Jon broke into a smile.

Dany looked away just then, her eyes glistened in the sunlight as she craned her neck to work out the kinks, and then her eyes fell on him. As her lips fell an inch before his, her eyes were firmly placed on Jon's, she spoke breathlessly. "Jon, I honestly meant what I said." her breath swept him up and played tricks on him, is she going to kiss me, Jon's mouth felt unaccountably dry.

"Do you... do you remember your mother?" Dany blinked. He'd surprised her. He couldn't blame her for not expecting that question. For all the things they'd talked about, somehow husbands, wives, and children had never come up. Maybe they'd unconsciously avoided them, sensitive to the fire those tales told. Dany collected herself the surprise left her face; something else took its place… something… guarded.

She looked down and for a moment worried about the edge of his arm. After a hesitation, she seemed to answer, "No reluctantly."

"Really?" Somehow, he was sure she had. She was so worthy of the love that strong. Why shouldn't she ever think about it? Dany shifted uncomfortably and for a second looked away. Her expression was taut, strained… on the verge of wounded, 'What, why?' Jon wondered in dismay.

"Dany?" he asked softly, as his hand took in both of hers, realizing the sensitivity of the subject. "Well, I suppose technically that's not entirely true. I've thought of her yes, I guess what I mean is that she died giving birth to me" she said weakly, then Dany ducked her head, Jon could feel her hurting. What was wrong? Had he hurt her? A curse upon him if he had. His heart racing, he moved the hair away from her eyes. She noticed him move, pretended she didn't for a time, then she glanced up at him. Her beautiful eyes swam with pain. "Another time, Jon" she whispered as she raised both of their intertwined fingers, she kissed them.

Dany looked back towards the multi-coloured city that was quickly approaching. Drogon suddenly lurched forward and began his decent towards Meereen's walls, which were higher and better maintained than those of Castle Black; studded with bastions and anchored by great defensive towers at every angle. He saw the wall of the northern city which had a massive river flowing through itself.

"That is the Great Pyramids," Dany said as she took his hand, that was still in hers and pointed to the massive structure in the middle of the central plaza. "It's massive!" He gasped, and her hand squeezed his tighter still. "It's eight hundred feet tall, and it uses to top a towering bronze harpy," She explained before starting off again, "There are scores of lesser pyramids in the city, but none stand even half as high," she said with that adorable smile.

"And that temple over there" she turned his cheek west to the Great Pyramid, a massive structure topped with golden domes. "It houses the priestesses of Meereen, called the graces. They are divided into groups, each with a particular color and specialty." She gazed affectionately at Jon's face as he took in the sight before him. "It's beautiful," Jon whispered and locked eyes with Dany. She looked down with a tiny grin on her face and steadied herself towards the huge circular arenas ahead," they ... they are the fighting pits" her voice was cold and hollow, making Jon shudder into Dany, making her grab both of his hands in hers.

When he took to his thoughts, he knew he was fooling himself now. He couldn't seem to help it. He'd thought far too much time on what had happened with Drogon; now he surely had to give this up. The more he thought, the deeper he seemed to fall into a sinking well. And he feared, he knew, he wouldn't escape it without facing the demons in the dark. The same ones he'd eluded numerous times in the past. They would find him tonight. He was brought away from his dark thoughts As Drogon arched back its wings and landed with a sudden thud, Jon released his fingers from Dany's grip and scrubbed his hands over his eyes then over his bristling Ivory hair as Jon's shoulders slumped.

When he spoke softly, the crowd was gathering around them, "what happens next?" Before Dany could reply, a shout was heard over Drogon's rumbles, "Mother of Dragons, your presence has awoken us." Jon felt a pang of tiredness hit him as he slumped off Drogon landing in a heap on the hard, sandy ground bellow chest first. The crowd around him jeered and laughed raucously as he groaned and attempted to stand, pointing and making a mockery of his trouble.

Dany was guided to the ground by Drogon, shouting for silence, as drogon's flames showered the sky with a word he didn't recognize, he felt a pair of gentle hands caress his back, sending ripples of goosebumps across his soul, as she lent him against Drogon's wide leg. "Ser Barristan, Grey Worm," she beckoned to a seasoned man with white hair and sad blue eyes.

When he approached them, Jon could notice his cloak and shield were all in white; the enameled scales had silver chasings and clasps also. A young man suddenly appeared out of nowhere to his right with a serious looking face until Jon breathed, "please don't do that" he seemed to try and smile before his serious look appeared again. The man had no facial hair, though the hair atop his head was short and brown you'd faintly see it up close, he was quite stocky, of medium height with square shoulders.

As he was helped up by the two men, a garment was flung over himself as he tried not to grimace.

As he was lead on by Dany over to the massive crowd, she raised her hands up for silence. "People of Meereen, I give you Jon Snow. Betrayed and murdered by the Nights Watch and left to burn in nothing but his name day, when he rose from the flames, they feared him and called death to the dragonspawn," Drogon roared, his tongue found the back of Jon's head, "as you can see, Drogon loves him and brought him back to me." Her face was filled with emotion. The beast's roar filled the city once more as they shouted "Dragonking! DragonKing!" all at once, fear and awe lingered in their words. Jon now knew which one outweighed the other. He wanted to wake the dragon.

As the crowd disembarked around them. Dany spoke softly to him as she caressed his cheek affectionately, "come let's get you rested, Jon, then we can discuss what happens next.".

A small man approached them, and recognition dawned as Jon''s eyes focused on his face. "Tyrion? " he looked on in bemusement. When Tyrion looked between Dany and Jon with slight smirk rounding his disfigured face." Hah, Jon Snow, or should I say, Targaryen, how nice of you to drop in on us like this." Jon gave him cold hard look, " Do I inconvenience you, Lord Lannister?" Tyrion let out a laugh, "Oh Jon, I see the north is still in you, as it was with your father." Jon felt his words come out more like a hiss, " you... you do not speak of him, he is dead because of your fucking nephew." Jon felt his blood boiling and clenched his fist, shrugging off Grey Worm and Ser Barristan, he began to approach Tyrion with venom in his eyes.

Tyrion held up his hands and spoke "Peace Jon; I am... so very sorry for what my nephew did. Can you forgive a dwarf for being short?'' Jon watched Tyrion, considering whether to throw him to Drogon or eating him himself before his belly made a terrible sound like a dragon was in there. "I'll take that as a yes," Tyrion chuckled before turning to Dany, "our young dragon requires food, and I need wine!" before strutting off towards the great temple. Dany approached and smiled before grasping her hand his, "come," she said, her eye's dancing mischievously.

Jon was starting to wonder whether he should be worrying more about his desire for physical contact in its myriad forms. These new cravings were harder to control. He was unaccustomed to this kind of passion; it kept catching him by surprise. Jon was acting on impulse before, now... now he didn't even know what he was doing.

Just then as they approached her quarters, he was lead into a massive chamber with a bed a size he couldn't even of imagined. Jon caught sight of himself in the mirror as Dany spoke, so soft and definite: "Did you see anything after...you fell?" Jon gazed at his reflection and considered her words. His beard had grown out; his eyes had a glint of red within them as he pulled off the garment and traced the brutal scars, which seem to be filled with fire, as he looked down to his hands. What did you do drogon? Dany approached, "It's okay Jon, you don't have to tell." He felt his chin be lifted up, she smiled her beautiful smile and gave him a bone crushing hug " I'm glad you found me, Jon" she whispered into his ear. Jon held her close and dragged his fingers gently down her spine, tracing the curve of each vertebra. Jon's own breath accelerated as his body responded to the pressure of her breasts against his bare chest, the scent of her hair, the pounding of the blood through her veins, and the delicate geography of her spine. Jon looked into her violet eyes, then leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.