Just Drive
Dany
Idiot, she was a stupid idiot. Crazy, reckless and utterly lost when it came to Jon, again… Last night was innocent and the morning was no different despite his cold hands on her skin, she could still feel the brush of his thumb grazing the curve of her breast. If she was honest with herself, she craved his touch, yep, she would love to punch him in the nose. No, a part of her, like a very, very, very small part of her enjoyed their time together. Was it enough to share her tent with him? Absolutely not, but Arya kind of forced her hand and it wasn't like Robb and Margery's open signs of affection wasn't annoying her either. Jon was always warm on a night, and now was no different. She couldn't explain why she pressed against him in McDonald's, it was instinct, her body acting on its own… No, it was survival, she would have pressed against anyone in that situation…
The lyrics 'I came in like a wrecking ball' had never been more appropriate, in less than 24 hours Jon had come back into her life and made everything feel different. It was like he'd performed experiments on her mind when she was asleep and now she had someone else's brain, because she really was struggling to find her fire. He was still a cunt. There, there it was…
They set off heading towards the Vale at 10:25, she felt nervous this time and the silence was awkward as he did that thing that Robb did, brooding they called it. He never used to do it, or at least she couldn't remember him doing it… Shit, maybe that's what it was… This was a completely new Jon, designed in a factory somewhere, that could explain a lot actually... She knew he was still annoyed with Arya, the girl defiantly took things too far this time, but Dany couldn't say she minded much. Would spending time with him be that bad? If you'd asked her 24 hours ago the answer yes, there were so many more painful ways to spend her time, tortured, set on fire, even spending time with fucking Daario. Now though…
Still, Jon was looking out for department stores that sold tents like a hawk as they headed North East, with him slowing the car down to check any and all storefronts they passed. It was annoying, the desperation in him looking for a tent, so he didn't have to share with her. Dany understood why, they weren't even friends at this point, merely acquaintances, sore points from the past that no matter how hard you try to forget, you never do.
"What's wrong with you?" she turned to look at him reeling herself back, not really sure which way her anger counter was pointing,
"Nothing,"
"All frowny, and silent, what's up?"
"Have you been watching me intently Jon?"
"Well when you look like the back end of a bus, what do you expect," she rolled her eyes punching him hard on his arm, more annoyed that it only made him laugh harder. Ah, there it is again…
"Can we stop at a shop or something, I need a break from you," they stopped at the traffic lights and he tapped at the tom-tom setting the destination to the nearest shop.
"There's a supermarket 10 minutes away, will you be able to last that long?"
"Sure whatever," a scoff was his only reply as they continued with their journey arriving at the supermarket 10 minutes as Jon said. The carpark was bristling with the old crones doing the morning shop and it took another 10 minutes to find a bloody parking space, which seemed to be as far away from the fucking door as humanly possible. Dany was more annoyed that she was bothered, bothered that he didn't want to share a tent with her. Sharing the bed last night was more intimate than sharing a tent, they had their own sleeping bags so it wasn't like they'd be touching or anything… They'd simply have the same roof over their heads. Another thing that was annoying her was the deal, 'A kiss…' if she enjoyed herself, and deny it all she wanted she fucking did enjoy herself.
Climbing out the car, she loitered at the front of the jeep pacing backwards and forwards trying to calm herself down. It was just a kiss… As he climbed out she closed the distance, ignored the alarms, the voice ringing in her head, cupped his jaw and pressed her lips firmly to his. A simple peck to the lips, nothing more. Still, she couldn't help laugh at the dumbfounded look on his face as she pulled away, the humour fading at the look in his eyes. Heartbeat picking up, eyes widening as he pulled her back against him, his dark gaze holding her captive as his tongue grazed over his lips, fuck. He was leaning in then, no, yes, NO, YES, NO,she ducked away from him trying to pull herself together, clearing her throat before he turned back towards him.
"I owed you that, doesn't mean I want to kiss you ever again,"
"So you did enjoy yourself,"
"You kept to your end of the deal, so I thought I'd keep to mine,"
"Interesting… "
"How?" Jon simply shrugged nodding towards the doors. It felt like a trek just to cross the carpark thanking the nicer drivers for letting them cross the roads and biting her tongue at rude old grannies clearly in a rush. They moved through the supermarket just as fast, stopping on the aisle with outdoor goods so Jon could look for a new tent. Unfortunately, for him, there was only one tent available, a fun size tent for children to play in, in a back garden. She very much doubted he'd fit in it and the slight annoyance showed on his handso-stupid face as he cursed Arya under his breath for what must have been the thousandth time.
"I'm okay with sharing you know," she didn't really know why she felt the need to reaffirm that,
"I thought you'd want your privacy," hardly any privacy in a nylon fucking tent, he was annoying, so fucking annoying…
"If you don't want to share with me, that's fine," It was… It didn't bother her in the slightest. They ended up scouring around the isles not really looking for anything in particular though she did find some colour changing fire crystals that she couldn't help but stick in the basket. Jon stuck a multi-tool in their shared basket and some fruity cereal bars. They even ended up treating the rest of the guys to a cute enamel mug each adorned in white with a white falcon plastered on the front that would be perfect for hot chocolates around the campfire.
"I didn't say that by the way," they were at checkout now stuck in a queue because they picked the one-day self-checkout was under bloody maintenance. Dany turned towards him as he smiled down at her; they were boxed in between two trolleys waiting to pay. Whenever the woman stopped going through her booklet of coupons. Still, she had no idea what he was talking about and the confusion on her face must have shown as he continued, "I didn't say I don't want to share with you," Oh… He was still thinking about it.
"Look the way I see it, It's only a tent, and I need your rain tarp anyways," stupid bloody wind, it still annoyed her and even having a look in the morning there was no sign of it.
"Okay, okay deal," he smiled and she fought the pull of him as they finally moved to the front of the queue. The clerk sped through scanning their items and Jon paid for it all on the card as if they were a couple... Yeah, let's not open that can of worms. Grabbing the receipt, she worked out how much she owed him before fishing in her purse for the cash and handing it over, or tried to. He was shaking his head batting her hand away only she ended up sticking it in his back pocket. Allowing herself a moment to appreciate the curve of his arse, stop it… That's defiantly grown, taking a step back she ignored the voices again as he walked in front of her and she took her time in admiring the view.
Sticking the bags in the boot she climbed into the car in some ways dreading the next few hours of trekking up the Eyrie, trying to think of a way to make it more fun. The idea of racing up the Eyrie couldn't be shook and as Jon climbed into the car, so she sprung it at him,
"Are you up for a wager?" he sat back in his seat glancing over with suspicion as he started the car up
"Depends on the terms,"
"What do you want, I mean id kiss you. I wouldn't sleep with you though," It didn't matter regardless of what he picked, she'd be winning. Just like the bed last night, he'd already lost, he just didn't know it.
"Okay, you have to kiss me whenever I want," Oh he was adorably soft, no, he misjudged the limitations of his own power. He could have made her done whatever he wanted…
"That's fair, and if I win you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the night," Oh, tonight was going to be a laugh…
"I'm guessing we're racing up the Eyrie,"
"Damn right, you got a problem with that?"
"Oh, no… I knew you were crazy enough to come up with something like that," he was grinning and she found herself drawn to his lips,
"Shut up, you dick." Gathering herself quickly she sat up straighter "So do we have a deal?"
"You bet we do," At first he reached out with his hand, she shook it, the next her lips were pressed against his, his tongue tracing her bottom lip, and she was opening her mouth. The warmth spreading through her veins at the taste of mint on his tongue. The butterflies fluttering away in her belly as she closed her eyes. Oh, gods. Dany's mind was a blank warm haze as she grappled to get closer losing herself in the kiss. Catching herself, way too late, no, pulling away she sat back in her seat taking steady deep breaths trying to calm her erratic breathing. Fuck, this was going to be harder than she thought.