There he was, a small breath swept out from her lips. Watching the way Jon commanded Drogon undeniably, set her blood on fire. Her hands found themselves lingering towards her Flower which blossomed when her eyes melted against Jons.

It took all of her willpower not to run up to him and steal him away for herself, She watched Drogon come to a thundering halt followed by his brother Viserion.

Deanery 's grabbed hold of her arm stopping her from Rushing up to the Dragon. They both watched Jon with wide eyes, he dismounts from Drogon effortlessly landing with a heavy thud. Daenerys looked at Jon with new eyes, he looked taller, and the way he held himself sent her heart racing. Jon eyed her with his smile and raced over to Visierion. Something had changed with Jon a new found strength radiated around him, watching him with her Dragon, he spoke to him calming the beast, Viserion lifted down his neck, and Jon grabbed hold of Greyworm and lifted him down like he was a child.

"My Queen" Jon smiled, holding a rather wounded Greyworm. "My Queen" he grimaced.

"Oh, Greyworm are you alright" Missandei ran up and took one look at him before grabbing him in an embrace. Kissing him for all he was worth. " Come, let's get you fixed up" she looked to Daenerys who nodded leaving the.

"Jon.." she started to say before his hands gently took a hold her face and lent to feeling his breath tickle her neck.

"Shhh," his breath played on her heart sending it off on a tangent. Jon closed in on her lips when they meet a tiny spark lingered as they parted.

" Are you alright, your not hurt are you " she fretted holding him close against her body.

He chuckled and then smiled looking deep into her eyes, " Not a scratched on me My Queen" he pulled her up on top of him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Daenerys felt her heart stutter when he brushed his lips against her neck again.." Jon" she sighed in pleasure, as his hands held her bum. She wanted this, ached for his touch. Gave it up willingly to have him.

"Jon" her voice hitched as she pulled back to look into his eyes, then darted over to where Daario was hanging in chains.

" What should be done about him" Deanery's softly said falling to her feet as Jon held her hips.

Jon frowned, his good nature vanishing at the sight of Daario.

Grasping both of her small hands in his, he sighed " there is no honor in killing an innocent, maybe it would be wise to send him to Winterfell " Jon closed his eyes, naturally in pain from what happened to his family.

" Oh Jon, the dream you had, do you think it was real," she said lifting his chin up to look into his eyes.

" I'm not sure Dany, I've had those dreams before but... my sister I have to help her" Jon tried to keep his temper at bay at the thought of Sansa out in the snow running for her life.

"Can we trust him though, that's the question " Jon eyed Dany as she glanced off at him with questioning eyes.

" Or I go, " Jon said as she snapped her head back "No Jon, I just got you here I'm not letting you leave...I..." she let go of Jon and turned away trying to fight the tears.

" Dany, " Jon said embracing her from behind, his hands found her tummy and his sweet breath lingered on her neck.

"If it hurts you this much, I promise I won't leave you," Jon said kissing her bare shoulder and up her neck. It sent goosebumps down her spine, She loved him Dany thought, She couldn't live without the fire surging at every touch.

As the thunder rumbled, Dany turned and stood on her toes raised her mouth to his and found she was right, there was fire there, and heat and they poured into her.

When Jon staggered and bit her bottom lip, everything went oddly quiet, like the moment of silence between lightning and thunder. Their kiss was heated, and both of them poured their hearts out.

Bang.

Jon gasped for breath, leaving Dany limp with satisfaction. The next kiss felt as if it opened the sky with another Bang. It stole her breath and when Jon finally gave it back. It showed her that every other kiss she had in her life has been wrong.

Dany lost her mind, gave it up willingly. Who was there to care, to know, but the two of them in the together in the storm?. It was her and him, and it had been too long since she'd let anyone touch her.

Bang

Jon devoured her mouth and found her as hungry for him as he was for her. Unreserved fire and passion met him, incredibly. His tongue plunged between her lips, tasted her, found her tongue twined around his. His hands dove into all of that beautiful silvery hair, grabbed handfuls of it and crushed her mouth to his as her gentle fingers slid around his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. The feeling as if she couldn't get close enough to Jon, that she pulled off the armor against his body, running her hands over the scars against the press of his broad chest. Dany was driven up against the wall, and all of him pressed hard against her.

Her body seemed to melt against his.

He could feel her, the fullness of her, the supple length of her against him.

Blindly, he reached and needed the lissom body hard against his, needed to feel the press of her firm, full breasts against his chest as he wedged himself under her. The feel to touch, to be moved, to take and give, nearly overwhelmed him.

Hunger surged inside him. A demand.

More.

And he's kissing me. Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough. He's everywhere up my back and over my arms, and suddenly he's kissing me harder, more profound, with a fervent urgent need I've never known before.

Danys heart ached. It had been too long since she'd been touched like this. So long since she'd wanted to be free of the pain of not being loved.

The touch of his hands so full of fire on her bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to Dany's core and made it ache as a small sound escaped her.

Jon had needed to feel her warm skin beneath his hands. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like it. Tugging at her dress, Jon closed his hands around her waist, her skin soft and silky to the touch and sought out the curve of her waist, the arch of her ribs. He tightened his hands, pulled her closer as her mouth moved beneath his, nibbled, sucked. It was delicious torment. He groaned as her skin heated to his touch.

He slid his hand over one curved hip, over the smooth skin. Down, his fingers sliding between Danys thighs. She jumped, twitched. Her hips lifted to his touch as his fingers sifted between those curls. Sliding his hand over to the other hip he drew the dress away as she lifted her hips to let him. There was nothing between them now.

AN:

Marvelmyra-Dany is just half a dragon. Will she ever learn to communicate? Oh Yes, very soon.

ChunkyFunkyMunky- Thank you, for your honest opinion.