He was mere inches away before her spoke. "You don't need to be sorry, Dany," he murmured.
Both she and Jon were breathing very shallowly now. Neither looked directly at one another, but Dany could almost feel the sudden change in the air between the two of them. They seemed drawn closer together by some invisible, ever-tightening string pulling for them to stop being apart.
Giving in to the tension, Dany closed the gap.
Warmth flooded her as she tasted Jon, and the rabbit lay forgotten to the side as she pulled him down onto the furs and her.
Layers of clothing pressed on each other as she brought her hands up to cup his face, holding him to her as their lips danced together. Quietly, Dany moaned into his mouth, moving her hands downwards to tug on his overclothes.
"Mm," Jon said, breaking this kiss, "Dany, it's too cold."
Not listening, she reached up to kiss him again, pulling his face back down to her. For a moment, he responded in kind, his tongue instinctively coming to part her lips and ask for entrance before he stopped again.
"Jon," she whined, trying to continue to no avail before opening her eyes frustratedly to pout at him.
He swallowed before answering. "Believe me, I want to," he said, "And-and I would, but just because you can feel your toes doesn't mean it's warm enough to be naked. Or even partially naked."
"You started it," she accused, narrowing her eyes.
"Aye," he agreed, "And I promise I won't keep you waiting long. Just until your lips stop turning purple at night." He kissed her chastely once more before rolling off and reaching for the rabbit.
Huffing a slightly dramatic sigh which Jon acknowledged by turning around to roll his eyes, Dany sat up on the furs, straightening herself out from their too-brief jaunt. Stomach growling, her mouth watered at the anticipation of the delicious smell of meat cooking. She realized how hungry she was as she watched Jon begin to prepare their meal over the fire
"Can you pass me that other knife in the satchel?" Jon asked her, not turning from his work.
"Sure," she said, getting up from the furs to find the satchels. As she knelt down to rummage for the knife, a glint of silver caught the corner of her eye. It wasn't the knife, but a curious blink that Dany thought, for a moment, was the sun.
But it's cloudy, she thought, looking up overhead. The sun had become hidden by soft gray clouds. They shone with the light behind them, but it was not enough to make something reflective.
Turning slightly to find where the glint had come from, she saw only the egg laying dull in the second satchel. Perhaps it had just been her imagination. Or some snow had fallen from a treetop. Or Longclaw had -
Dany gasped as it happened again. So brief, if she had blinked she would have missed it. "Jon! Jon look at this!"
Appearing so fast at her side he could have leapt there, Jon took Dany's arm. "What's wrong?" he asked her, alarmed.
"It happened! It was so quick, I could have missed it. But look. It did - it...well,I don't know what it did," she babbled.
"Dany, what are you - " Jon cut off in a gasp, mixing with Dany's.
The egg, which had looked dull and lifeless seconds before, briefly pulsed in a radiance like its clutchmates. It was quick, sparkling silver and gold with a kind of light that seemed to come from inside rather than a reflection. Then it was gone again.
"Did it just…?" Jon trailed off.
Dany nodded, grinning and grasping his hand. "It's alive," she breathed.
"Does it come in different colors besides these?"
Dany gestured at the sky, where winding lights cascaded over the stars in pink, blue, and a color like the southern seas. She and Jon were laying on the furs outside of the overhang where they had made camp for the night - hopefully their last night as they planned to make it back to Shadowedge tomorrow. Their fire crackled cheerily behind them, keeping the place where they would eventually sleep warm.
"One time I saw a whole rainbow of colors while we were in the Frostfangs," Jon replied, "There were more colors than I had names for. Yellows, greens, pinks, blues, and that red color you like so much."
"Vermillion," she told him, "That would be a sight. It can really be all those colors?"
Jon nodded. "Aye. Only sometimes, though. It changes all the time. Like you and I have seen blue sometimes but not others."
"Why don't we see it in Shadowedge as often?" She thought of how much fun it would be to share this with Rose. A wonder of the land they could have together instead of Dany and Jon telling Rose stories about it like they did and would do with so many other places.
"That may be a question better suited to Willa."
Dany didn't answer, instead continuing to look at the lights. They seemed to ripple like water on the sky, lazily waving at everything below them. Although enjoyable, the warmth that had been continuing to bloom within the last few days suddenly seemed to have evaporated.
It must have been noticeable, because Jon turned his head from the lights to look at Dany, who reluctantly returned the gaze.
"You're going to have to talk to her tomorrow, you know," he told her.
"We left things on such bad terms, I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't particularly want to speak to me."
"Dany," Jon started, sitting up and pulling her with him. He took her hands in his and continued, "Even though you made that choice and not all of us agreed with it, you turned out to be right."
He gestured behind them, where they both knew the egg lay in the satchel close to the fire. It had pulsed a few more times since they first noticed its change. None of the pulses were particularly strong, but with each one, Dany felt a tug on her heart that Drogon's last egg was indeed alive.
"Without you," Jon explained, "that egg would be dead and frozen, lying in the Mammoth's Head forever. And Drogon could have been with it if we hadn't been there. You would have never forgiven yourself if you had left it at 'what if?' and just stopped dreaming of Drogon."
"I still feel selfish," she muttered.
Jon gripped her hands harder. "You have two children. One of them needed you more in the moment and you had to make that choice, even if it didn't seem any more right than staying. Because you did it, now you still have two children and they still have their mother. Or...do you have two and a half. Two and a grandchild?"
Despite herself, Dany smiled at his weak humor attempt. "Does that make you a grandfather already?"
They both laughed and Dany found the sudden cold ebbing into a small nip. Facing Willa was still on her mind, but it had to come regardless, and Jon was right. If she hadn't gone, both the egg and Drogon may have been lost for good. Now Rose had a chance to meet him one day, instead of hearing only stories of the long-lost dragons of old.
"Thank you," she said, bringing a hand up to stroke his cheek.
Jon took his own hand to hold hers against him. "I love you, Dany," he said, "You and our whole family."
Dany smiled as she drew her other hand up to bring his face closer and kiss him, trying to put the words she couldn't seem to articulate into her action. She moved to wrap her arms around Jon and pull herself into his lap as she felt him encircle her waist. His hands quickly found their way underneath her outer layer to splay across her back, sending tingles down her spine.
"Not too cold this time?" she teased, taking his bottom lip playfully between her teeth.
"Hmm," was his only response. Once she had released his lip, Jon moved to work down her neck, adding in a few nips in between the laving tongue.
Dany allowed herself a moment to revel in the pleasure Jon caused as he sucked gently at his favorite spot on her neck just underneath her jaw before bringing her hands to his shoulders and pushing him down onto the furs. She went down with him, still straddling his lap and moving her hips quietly against him as she brought their lips together again.
Into her mouth, Jon moaned, his hand stuttering over her back as Dany added a harder roll of her hips. She smiled into the kiss, shifting to eagerly rid herself of her trousers and lifting up to allow Jon to do the same before settling down again, flesh pricked from chill and anticipation of the next feeling.
Her already wet center brushed lightly over him and she felt Jon twitch beneath her, his body stiffening and his eyes opening to look at the woman astride him. Jon's hands fell to her hips, gripping underneath her clothes, as she rose up slightly again and brought his member to her entrance.
Gently, she guided herself onto him as both shuddered pleasurably at the feeling of Jon sliding inside. Dany felt her walls stretch welcomingly as she filled herself.
"Dany," Jon breathed as he became buried deep within her. He rose up, sitting, and held Dany close as she started to move in his lap slowly, creating delirious sensations where they had joined and beginning to moan quietly.
Her eyes closed and she dipped her head into Jon's neck as she continued to gently rise and fall, savoring each slow stroke on him and relishing as he held her tighter still and she reciprocated. One arm wrapped around her back while the other tangled in her loose hair, pulling at it with each new movement she made.
Their breathing labored as both became more undone. Dany's rhythm turned choppy and stuttering as she began to tighten around him, making Jon grunt and grip her hair more firmly.
Slipping one hand between them, Dany found her own core, stretching a finger down to caress herself. "Oh," she cried, body going rigid.
Her eyes opened and she found that Jon's had as well. Gray locked on violet as they moved together, now more desperate than savoring, and Dany continued to touch herself.
"Close," she gasped, bringing herself down on him harder and circling her clit more vigorously.
"Don't stop," Jon told her, the hand at her back tugging her closer. Holding his gaze, she moved harder against him, taking in as much of his length as she could. It felt as though Jon was pulsing inside of her. His hand released from her hair and he took her hips, holding her steady as he thrust as deep as he could.
Dany watched as his eyes widened, still locked with hers. Jon moaned as he came, spilling himself and filling Dany as he clung to her. Her fingers circled more over her clit, sending her over the edge as well, clenching around a still-twitching Jon and holding him close as she shook with pleasure.
Collapsing onto the furs, they continued to tremble together, every small movement making them shudder and hold each other closer. Their foreheads pressed against one another as the lovers slowly came down from their highs. They lay for a long time wrapped together, unable to do more than breathe and stare.
Smiling as she was able to regain a semblance of thought past carnal need, Dany brought a hand to Jon's cheek, stroking it with her thumb. "I love you, too," she murmured, kissing him again.
Jon laughed into the kiss. "Was all of that to say 'I love you?'" he quipped.
"Are you complaining?" she asked huskily, rolling her hips where they were still pressed against each other and making Jon's breath hitch, his eyes closing involuntarily and his fingers on her back pressing in against her.
He did not have a chance to answer as Dany pulled him in for another searing kiss, intent on saying "I love you" again.
IT'S ALIIIIIVE!