Together, husband and wife moved through the darkness from The Gods' Clearing. Their feet sifted through the powdery, untouched snow as they made their way back to the house in the clearing. The trees above began to thin as they came to the edge of the forest and Dany, nervously and excitedly, lurched forward a bit more quickly

"Wait," Jon said before Dany could step from the trees, his hand restraining her.

She looked back. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replied, smiling, "I just want to do this properly. Hold still." Releasing her hand, he brought his arms around her knees and back, bringing her up to his chest and grinning once she was settled.

"You look incredible," he told her, looking entirely pleased with himself.

"Incredible enough not to be allowed to walk?" she quipped.

Jon chuckled. "Let me do this, Dany. The groom always carries the bride."

Bride, wife. It had happened. They were married. Almost, a small voice reminded her in the back of her mind. Warm heat settled low inside of her, awaiting what was to come. Smiling at the thought and feeling, she reached up to press her lips to Jon's only to have him duck away from her, craning his neck. She began to frown, though her face immediately changed to surprise when one of his hands squeezed her bottom.

An impish grin played at Jon's features. "Patience, Dany," he said, "You know there's still a feast."

"Jon, there isn't a feast. We're going into an empty home," she said, rolling her eyes before pausing to add, "We are, aren't we?"

Although Dany still held to the Dothraki belief that important things should be done under the stars, it was very cold and Jon drew the line at having them consummate their marriage outside when their home was next to them. She did not argue very much, knowing that she would prefer to be entirely focused on her husband (husband) instead of whether or not her lips had taken on the color of her eyes.

He chuckled again. "Aye, I suppose so. But at least let me get through the door with you first."

As he said he would, Jon carried her to the door, deftly opening it and sliding through with Dany still in his arms. Once the door closed behind them, he did not set her down, but leaned in to steal a kiss from his wife, quickly turning her breathless at his eagerness.

"What if I was looking forward to a feast?" she teased, brushing her lips over his cheek.

"I could arrange one," he responded huskily, nuzzling her face to turn and kiss her again, speaking a breath away from her lips, "And this could wait."

His kiss was deep and greedy. Jon took her bottom lip between his teeth, making Dany dizzy with the sudden rush of sensations. "Bed," she breathed, arms reaching around Jon's neck to allow her hands to thread through his hair and keep lips pressed to hers. Poking her tongue out, she was quickly granted passage into his mouth and gained a low sigh from deep in his chest. His arms tightened around her as they crossed the room to their bed.

Jon laid her across the bed, pausing their exploration momentarily to kick off his boots and removing Dany's as well. She vaguely heard the thunk of them onto the floor before he was overtop of her, resuming their shared plunder of each others' mouths. Insistently, her hands tugged at his clothes with the carnal need to have his skin pressed against hers.

Urgency ruled her actions. And, though they had done this so many times before, the anticipation in Dany's stomach fluttered as though it was their first time again. As Jon broke the kiss to remove his clothes, Dany took the time to pull hers off as well, sending them to join their boots on the floor.

Top bare, she shifted under him to remove her trousers, but his hands caught her wrists and pinned them above her head as he dipped down to kiss her again. "Patience," he murmured.

Dany's flesh came alive as Jon's chest brushed against hers. Attentive, he quickly freed her wrists and her hands immediately gravitated to hold his back, pressing him closer to her as Jon delved from her lips to kiss down her neck, along her clavicle, and down the creamy, pricked skin to her breasts.

"Gentle," Dany breathed, hands winding in his hair and back arching as Jon rolled his tongue over the first nipple. He acknowledged her with a nod, continuing his delicate ministrations as if he were handling glass. Lips pursed, he sucked gently on her nipple, causing Dany to close her eyes, fisting the bed as a wave of pleasure spread from her head down to her curling toes. She squirmed underneath him while Jon gave her second nipple the same ravishing attention.

A low laugh broke from his lips, humming against Dany's breast. Once more, he laved his tongue over her before beginning downwards, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

Reaching the end of her skin, he paused to pepper sweet kisses along her stomach before thumbing at the hem of her trousers. "Mm," Dany mewled, immediately raising her hips to let Jon rid her of the rest of her clothes. His hands traveled up her bare legs, brushing lightly over her center and sending shivers down Dany's spine as she yearningly canted her hips towards him.

He did not stay, but settled to join Dany once again, lovingly kissing her as he took up a place at her side. Jon trailed a single finger slowly up her body. Over her stomach, between her breasts, up her neck to her lips. He traced over them and around her face, smiling as Dany stared at him, unable to do more than breathe, her body sparking with need. Leaning in, he kissed her again and his finger left her face to retrace its steps.

At the end of its trail, Jon circled once over her clit, causing Dany to moan into the kiss and roll her hips again. Her eyes stared pleadingly into his as she tried to draw him in. Obligingly, he slipped his finger inside her, beckoning more sounds to escape her lips.

"Oh," she gasped as he began to bring his finger slowly in and out of her, making her center slick with pleasure and Dany desperate for more.

"Inside," she breathed, locking eyes with him, "I need you inside."

"Soon, my Dany," Jon promised quietly, kissing her once again, "I want to watch my wife first."

At that, he added another finger, smiling, and Dany's eyes closed again. Lights popped in the darkness and she felt Jon so close to her face. Her lips parted as his fingers coaxed moans of pleasure from her again and again, running in and out of her with silken ease.

Her body began to tremble, the edge of release deliciously palpable. She gripped his wrist to keep him inside, but Jon's fingers slip deftly out of her and was quickly replaced by his hard length against her, eager and begging to be inside. Her legs fell open more, greedily trying to feel even more.

Kissing her, Jon positioned himself at her entrance before burying himself inside her wet heat. "Oh," Dany gasped again, arms coming around to pull him in more as their eyes met. For a moment, they stayed perfectly still save for the rising and falling of their chests. Jon brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen into Dany's face, looking down at her both hungry and with wonder.

"Beautiful," he murmured.

She rose up to meet his lips, arms coming around him and hips rising to bring him deeper inside. They began to move as one, clinging to each other as their bodies found a slow and melodious rhythm to savor every second of time they were joined. Their hands clutched together as if they were still beneath the heart tree's boughs, bonded by the cloth. Every languid stroke elicited sounds of pleasure against each others' skin as they quickly rose toward a climax that had been building since he picked her up outside.

Dany found Jon's lips again, kissing him as her back arched and need overcame her. With her free hand, she tried to pull him deeper, to rid them of any gap where light or air could escape, aching to feel all of him. There was a frenzy to their movements now; slow, and yet all so desperate to reach their release.

The world seemed to come undone around Dany. The room melted away, the bed came loose as the feathers drifted off one by one into nothing. There was only Jon. The feeling of him against her, inside of her. Thrusting, kissing, clinging. More she trembled, trying to hold onto him, needing him to hold her closer. To give her more. Closer, tighter, harder. She could hear his ragged breathing, feel his movements become more raw as he took what he needed from her.

"Jon," she panted, unable to say more than his name as Dany felt herself unraveling more with each stroke.

So close. So close.

Once more, he thrust into her and then she was falling, her wanton cries breaking the black silence and being joined so soon after by Jon. Through the emptiness that contained only one being, a pair bonded for life, they fell.

Back onto the bed they collapsed, thoroughly spent, holding each other as the last vestiges of perfect bliss gripped them. Dany felt her walls contract around Jon with each tiny movement or tremble as their chests rapidly rose and fell for air. She shivered as he slipped out of her, the warm feeling of their combined pleasure between her legs.

Shakily, Dany brought one slender hand up to trace along Jon's face. A sheen of sweat coated his features, still awestruck from moments ago. He watched her with dark eyes, his own hands tracing tingling patterns along the flesh of her back. Dany ran her fingers over the taut muscles of his cheek and across his beard, memorizing his face as she went.

"Mahrazhkem," she murmured, lazily stroking over his lips.

He kissed the tips of her fingers. "Wife."

Until next time.