This is it guys, this is the big one.

I don't know why I struggled to find the line between too much and just enough for this chapter, but hopefully what happens next flows properly. Just wanna take a moment to clarify the timeline a bit because I almost goofed it up a bit last chapter. Its been almost a full year since Jon murdered Daenerys, not since her resurrection. She's only been back for about 9 or so months. Anywho, please lemme know what you think about this one. Is it too much? Not enough? Am I moving to fast? Your comments and suggestions are always appreciated here!

"Hi." Daenerys smiled and suddenly Jon felt like he could breathe again. She wasn't as casually dressed as she had been in the past year or so. Instead, what she wore now was much more elegant. She had on a red silk nightgown that he could only assume Kinvara had lent her, and her silver hair was loose as usual but for some reason, it looked even more amazing against the red of the nightgown. Altogether, she looked stunning. "May I?" Jon could only nod, moving to the side to let her by. Daenerys moved slowly as she entered the room, and Jon closed the door behind her. Neither of them said anything as she gave herself a tour around his things. She stopped at the chair by the fireplace. She noticed the crown he once wore now placed on a small table next to the chair and then looked back towards him. "It's quite the King's chamber they've made you."

"I-It's too large for just me." Jon stuttered his words and barely smacked himself for it. "I was… I was just coming to see you."

"Were you?" Daenerys made her rounds again, moving about the room but her eyes staying on prominently on Jon.

Jon nodded yes, "I was hoping we could talk."

"I'm here now, so go," Daenerys told him, now looking at Jons bed, "Say what you must."

"Daenerys…Daenerys I killed you." He barely choked on the words as they came from his mouth. Daenery froze in place upon hearing them, it had been a long time since they had this conversation. "I-I murdered you. Held you in my arms a-and stabbed you the heart." Jon wasn't sure why but the more he went on the more he felt like crying. "How can you even look me after that?"

Daenerys kept her eyes on the bed, "I don't know what you want me to say…"

"You should've had me killed," Jon couldn't stop the tears any longer, and just like that they came pouring down his face, "You should've slit my throat the first night I came to you."

Daenerys turned to him and he could see that she was now in tears as well. "Is that what I should've done? Is that what you want now?"

"What I want?" Jon huffed and his body began to shake, "All I want is to know what it is you see when you look at me... A traitor? A kinslayer?"

Daenerys took a step forward, "You want to know what I see when I look at you, Jon Snow?" She bit her lip as she cried, hands clenched tight as she tried to suck the tears back in, "I thought the first time you came to me that I would be blinded by rage and hate for what you've done, but that wasn't true." She wiped the tears from her eyes and continued, "Because the only thing I could ever see when I look at you, Jon, is home."

Daenerys reached a hand out to Jons' face and wiped away his tears, her hand stopping to rest at his cheek. He leaned into her hand, its touch bringing back memories of comfort, loss and of love. "Why?"

"Because as much as I want to hate you, Jon, I can't." Daenerys smiled as her tears started again, "You're all I've ever wanted; I've never wanted anything more in the world."

Jon wanted nothing to agree with her but inside he was still drowning in regret. "But what I've done-"

"Is no worse than what I've done," Danerys told him as she moved in closer, removing the gap between their bodies, "I wanted to break the wheel and instead it crushed me. I didn't just lose the ones I loved and the ones I trusted; I lost myself. I should be the one begging for your forgiveness, but we cannot change what happened. The only thing we can do is move on."

Jon eyes drifted away from her, "How can we?"

She grabbed his face with both of her hands and held him so he would open his eyes look at her. "This is our second chance; the only chance we have left, and no matter how greedy it feels we must take it." Daenerys smiled passed all the tears, her thumbs rubbing softly against his cheeks, "All I've wanted since the Red Priestess brought me back; since I took my first breath of new life, was to run towards my true purpose full force and never let it go." She pulled Jon's face closer until his forehead was touching hers, both of them with their eyes closed, "You are my purpose Jon Snow, not a crown… not a kingdom. Just you... My home. You're all I've ever wanted, and I will never be sorry for it..."

Jon could feel her hands shaking as she held him, the lingering presence of her lips only inches away from his and the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed. All of it was so intoxicating. He was consumed by her essence and wanted nothing but to drown in it. His fingers started trailing up her thighs, his heart picked up to the silky feeling of her dress. As his fingers closed in on her waist his hands closed in to grab her, slowly making their way to the small of her back. Jon pulled her as close to him as he could. As he stared into her violet eyes, all the voices telling Jon that what he was doing was wrong were silenced. None of it mattered to him anymore, and all he wanted was her. Nothing more, and nothing less.

So he leaned in closer and took that second chance at his purpose.

Daenery closed her eyes and Jon leaned in closer to kiss her. They had done this dance before but this time it was different. The first time they were ever together was an explosion of passion, from the way they ripped off each other's clothing to the way they made love. This time was much more careful. Jon took his time as his lips finally met hers, inhaling every bit of her as his lips slowly moved. Each kiss was more exhilarating than the next. Jons' heart picked up its pace and his breathing got heavier.

If they could they would devour each other, but instead, they tried for the next best thing.

Daenerys' hands moved down from Jons' face to his chest and then his belt, slowly undoing it and tossing it to the side. She then worked on unbuttoning his shirt, his mouth still all over hers as she worked. Daenerys smiled with every kiss, and the sensations they gave her drop her wild. When Jons shirt was completely unbuttoned he put his hands to the side so she could slowly slip it off him, her fingers tracing his skin and she pulled the shirt off. He worked on his trousers and once he was fulling naked; Jon let go. Daenerys took a step back to admire him, trying to see if her memories of him served her right; and it did. She remembered ever mark, ever bump and of course every scar. Since the first time she saw the wounds of his murder, the layout of his chest was embedded into her mind. Daenery would never forget what the scar above his heart looked like, no matter how many lives she would live. She reached out for him slow and felt a chill go down her spine as she ran her fingers across his scars. Her eyes move slowly from his chest back to his eyes and then back down below the waist. They lingered for only a moment before they closed, and Daenerys let out a deep sigh. What she did next came with a little hesitation. Very slowly, Daenerys began to remove her nightgown. She didn't have to do much but move the thin straps of her dress below her shoulders for the whole dress to go sliding down her body.

Immediately, she could see the shift in Jons' expressions as his eyes looked directly down to the chest. He had almost forgotten the deed that had been done, but when he saw the scar that laid right below her breast he could feel his heart sink to his feet. All Jon could feel at that moment was guilt.

"Dany I'm-" Jon was at a loss for words but Daenerys shushed him anyway. She took a step back towards him and reached for his hands, placing it on her scar. A shaken breath escaped him as he felt it for the first time. After she was brought back to life his actions from before didn't feel as real anymore, but now it was all flowing back to him.

Daenerys smiled faintly, "You have your scars, and I have mine. They can't hurt us anymore, and all it means is that we are still alive."

Jon let go and hurried off to the corner of his room where a large chest was kept. He opened his chest and pulled something out, closing it before he returned. When Daenerys saw what was in his hands she was confused and took a few steps back in fear. It was the dagger he killed her with. Jon held the dagger tight, and her eyes kept moving from the blade back to his eyes. He stared at her for a moment, and then reached the dagger out. She flinched on instinct, but then Daenerys realized he wasn't trying to hurt her. Jon was trying to hand it to her and had flipped the dagger over for her to grab by its handle. Very slowly she reached for the dagger, and the moment it was in her grasp he grabbed the hand she held it with and pulled it closer to him. Daenerys' breath picked up as he held it and her hand close to his heart. Jon pushed the dagger so close he nicked himself and started to bleed, but he didn't seem to care or notice.

Instead, his eyes keep a steady gaze into hers, and tears started running down his face. "If I ever… ever do anything at all to hurt you, if I ever betray your trust again… do not hesitate to kill me."

"Jon…"

"I have spent so much time in the last year hating myself for what I did to you. I told myself over and over that it was right, but it wasn't, because all I did," Jon hand shook as it held hers, "Was throw away the one person I had left in the world, and I can't be alone anymore… I can't-"

He let go of Daenerys hand and she dropped the dagger. Daenerys rushed towards him, pulling his face close with both hands to kiss him. These kisses were a lot more passionate than the ones before. She let go a second to look him in the eyes, wiping his tears away. "We shall never be alone again. I will always be here and you will always be my family, I don't care what anyone might think."

Jon lifted her into his arms and Daenerys gasped as held her up by her ass, "And neither do I."

He leaned back in to kiss her again, bringing her over to the bed and laying her down on it. It had been so long that Jon didn't want to waste any time. His lips moved down from her cheeks down to her neck, his hands finding his way up to her breasts. He would savor every inch of her, enjoy every minute of this moment. His thumb ran across her breast, he wouldn't run from what he had done but gods would he do whatever he could to make it right.

She broke the kiss only for a moment, smiling as she ran her hands through his hair. "Be greedy with me, Jon Snow."

Jons' lips moved further down now, kissing slowly down her sternum and then to her navel. His body shifted down as he went even further, and Daenerys shivered as his lips moved below her waist. She gasped as his lips found their way between her legs, and a chill went down her spine as his tongue started to move causing her back to arch up. Her hands reached out for the sheet and squeezed tightly as he worked her over, his finger running up and down her thighs giving her so many thrilling sensations that Daenerys didn't think she could feel again. His tongue moved slowly but strategically, and she moaned out as she tried desperately to catch her breath.

He couldn't help but smile when he heard her. Jon never wanted to forget what she felt like, what she tasted like, and all he wanted at this moment was to pleasure her for the rest of their lives. Jon moved his hands down to the back of her thighs and lifted them so they were over his shoulders. He was on his knees now, his breath quickening with every movement of the tongue. If he could, Jon would enjoy her sweetness forever but he knew that with every twist of the tongue the throbbing between his legs became more intense. He wanted her desperately, but she deserved this moment and he would have to wait just a bit longer.

Daenerys began to shiver as the feeling between her thighs intensified, her legs wrapping around Jons head and squeezing tightly. Her hips moved into him more following the rhythm of his tongue, and her breathing because more rapid. The ecstasy was overwhelming and her body was starting to melt into Jons hands. She couldn't help but cry out as she got closer to reaching her climax, her head leaning back into the bed as he finished her. "Jon…" His name escaped her lips as if she was calling out for more. He obliged, returning to her lips. She could taste herself on his tongue as it entered her mouth. Daenerys wanted him desperately and wasted no time flipping him over. Now she was the one with the control, and she couldn't help but smile as she sat up on top of him. She could feel him throbbing between her legs, moving her hand down to reach for him. Daenerys moved him inside her, resting herself on top of him slowly as she watched his face. Now Jon was the one gasping as he felt her wetness consume her.

She started to move slowly, her hips rising and setting as his hands rested on her waist. Jons mouth was agape, and he panted heavily as her movement picked up. He didn't recall the last time they were so entangled like this, and he never wanted to forget what it felt like to be inside her. Daenerys picked up the pace, till both of them were panting in unison. Jon knew this would be quick, but still, his hands pulled her desperately closer to him. He was getting closer to his breaking point and hissed as he tried to hold back his moans. His hips started to move rapidly with hers, and as he peaked Daenerys leaned back and into him. She sat there for a moment, his warmth still lingering inside her, before lifting herself off him. Daenerys laid down beside him, both of them staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths.

After a few minutes, Jon rolled to his side and turned Daenerys by her chin to face in. He leaned in for one more kiss, then rested his forehead against hers. "I love you. I always will."

"And I love you," Daenerys told him as she turned her body to face his. As he stared at her all Jon could think was that she was right. No matter how greedy this might have felt at first, he deserved this. They both deserved it. This love was all he ever wanted. She was his purpose, and he would never be sorry for loving her.