Dany
A cold bastard draft woke her, she could feel it riding up the back of her thighs and yet she couldn't quite help but sigh happily as his warm arm tightened around her…
Wait, what?
Coming to her senses Dany peered over her shoulder frowning as she saw Jon's arm thrown out of his now unzipped sleeping bag before disappearing into her own where it was currently warm against her stomach. She didn't want to move; at the same time, she wanted to shout at him. It was all fun and games until he took it too far, and this was certainly taking it too far. Yesterday was fun and she could confidently say she enjoyed herself but it wasn't an open invitation.
"Jon, please get your hands off me," he roused with a deep breath, the warmth of it tickling her skin as he tightened his hold pulling her back into the now extinct space between their bags. The anger was slowly picking up, and she threw his arm off her and rounded on him, the anger faltering momentarily as he quickly sat up revealing the scars on his chest.
"What's wrong?" His voice was gruff with sleep, and her mind went blank as his muscles tensed and he stretched his arms above his head. No, this was serious… Focus. She wasn't his and he certainly could not touch her when he pleased.
"I know I was teasing you and we kissed a few times but I wasn't offering myself up. When I climb into my sleeping bag," she paused, pointing at her sleeping bag so he understood. "My sleeping bag, it means I don't want you or anyone to touch me," he frowned slightly looking down at her sleeping bag before his eyes scanned the tent.
"Okay," he sighed as he laid back down his hands rubbing his eyes, his reaction was not what she was expecting. Did he think this was okay?
"Jon, I'm being serious. If you can't understand that, you will not be sharing my tent tonight," she looked at him expectantly wanting him to understand only Jon shook his head, a small smile playing across his lips as he caught her gaze,
"I agree with you," he said, drawing his hand down his face. "But the next time you accuse me of something can you at least take a look around the tent. I mean I'm no detective but look," Jon pointed to the flap of the tent, "There's a puddle where someone's clearly come in and before you say it could be me, my shoes are there and I'm certain they are dry," he blew out a breath before he continued. "If that isn't enough, look at your rucksack for goodness' sake," Dany turned her head to the side anger spiking at seeing a brand new unopened box of condoms' with a note in Margaery's handwriting, it wasn't even the box she tasked Jon with taking to Margaery and Robbs fucking tent either. Jon smiled sympathetically, "My rucksack's gone and though I wouldn't have minded the opportunity to cuddle up there are better ways than exposing half my arm to the bloody cold," he sighed again pulling the lip of his sleeping bag up over his face, "hope this helps,"
Dany stared at him a while, her mind moving a mile a minute while she scanned the surroundings properly he was right in his assessment. Enjoy yourselves, that's what Margaery's note said, the irony was she did enjoy herself yesterday.
"I'm so-"
"Don't worry about it, shit happens," he cut her off uncovering his face and smiling tightly before rolling over, and just like that they were at odds again, stupid fucking meddling…
"Don't be like that; what else was I supposed to think? I go to sleep alone and wake up with your arms wrapped around me," she felt bad for jumping to conclusions but it was a little hard to focus on the surroundings when his touch consumed her. His hand was on her skin under the t-shirt and it was very different from the other morning and the attempt to warm his hands.
"I'm not being like anything," his tone said otherwise, Dany rolled her eyes climbing out of bed, it was freezing but the cold was a nice distraction as she grabbed the towel from last night and went about drying the puddle by the entrance. This close to the flap she could also see that the zip was on the outside too, fucking armatures. The question was who was involved, Margaery was a certainty, and for that matter so was Robb but she was unsure on the others. "Jon, who do you think it was?"
"You tell me,"
"I'm sorry for accusing you," she couldn't help but sigh, sitting on the cold floor of the tent by her rucksack glaring at the mocking box of condoms' and debating whether to poke holes in them and give them back to Margaery as a fuck you. In hindsight, that was probably too far, way too far! She was still going to get her back somehow. Dany looked up at the shuffling in time to see him roll over again, does he ever keep bloody still, he caught her gaze with a small smile on his face,
"I don't hold it against you, honestly," he smiled warmly before he snuggled back up and closed his eyes, only to open them again and look to her sleeping bag, "While you're there I just want to check something." She brought her knees to her chest under the T-shirt as she watched him unzip the sleeping bags fully before zipping them together as one big sleeping bag. There was a smile playing at her lips at how pleased he looked with himself as he climbed in and star-fished out like he owned the place
"I hope you don't expect to keep the sleeping bags like that,"
"Gods, I wouldn't dream of it but while you sit there sulking I'm going to enjoy the space," he sighed, smiling contently and closed his eyes. Dany crawled over squeezing herself into their joined bags, which actually offered more space than she anticipated though that didn't mean much when Jon used all the space. It meant that she had to lay with her head on his arm as he feigned sleep.
"I think this was your plan all along. You just wanted to get me in bed again," Jon scoffed as he rolled over closing the space between them. He made sure not to touch her as he looked down between their bodies and pulled back a little.
"Why would I want to get you in bed?" he asked with a stupid smirk playing at his lips.
"Because…" she felt at a loss for words mainly because of the annoying flutter in her tummy at his close proximity and the look in his eyes, as if he was daring her to say it. "Because I'm warm in the morning…" he chuckled in response holding his arm up in surrender when she tried to punch him.
"How does you being warm in the morning help me when I'm not allowed to touch you?" he was struggling to stop himself from smiling, way too pleased for her liking. So he was going to be petty.
"I thought you said you weren't going to be petty?"
"I'm not being petty I'm simply following the rules, you're in your sleeping bag, 'it means I don't want you or anyone to touch me', pretty sure those were your words," she narrowed her eyes closing the remaining distance between them and pressing herself against him. Stopping herself from reacting to his cock pressing against her stomach of his legs mingling with her own. The position meant that she couldn't see his face anymore but she could see that he swallowed hard, wasn't expecting that was he? "Y-" Jon cleared he throat shuddering and not for the first time she inwardly cursed her decision making, "You also lied,"
"When?" she asked more than a little confused, she had nothing to lie about, especially not to him.
"You clearly are wearing pants." There was amusement in his tone and she couldn't help but snort pulling back just enough so she could look into his eyes.
"Knickers," she clarified, well boxers not that it mattered. "I'm glad I was though, don't particularly want show myself off to everyone." She couldn't help but grimace at the thought. "Do you want me to take them off or something?"
"You wish" Jon rolled his eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Don't do that, not now.
"You wouldn't touch me even if I did," she ran her palm along his side more surprised at the nonchalant mask he wore on his face and the fact that despite her touching him he hadn't moved to touch her. His restraint only made her bolder, hoping to push him over the edge, just so she could tease him even more.
"No. I would not,"
"Should we test the theory?"
"It wouldn't bother me if you did," Dany hummed biting her lip seductively nudging his nose with her own as she made a show of moving her hands to her hips and toying with the band of her boxers. She watched him shake his head and close his eyes unable to hold eye contact though there was a grin on his face, regardless. Dany was tempted to do it, but she couldn't… "That's what I thought," smug dick!
"I don't think you'd be able to handle it if I did. Anyway, are you going to help me figure out who made it look like you were feeling me up,"
"I'm pretty sure you would have punched me in the nose if I was feeling you up,"
"I don't know Jon. Anything could have happened while I was sleeping," She couldn't quite wipe the smirk off her face and Jon grinning wasn't helping. "Shut up."
"Make me," he narrowed his eyes darting forward and pressing his lips on hers rolling over so he was hovering over her though with the confines of the sleeping bags in just meant he was laid on top of her, his cock hard against her stomach as he devoured her mouth. Breaking away, taking deep lungfuls of air in an attempt to calm herself down, Jon rolled away onto his back and put some distance between them,
"I'm pretty sure you just wanted me to kiss you,"
"Why would I want to kiss you?" she asked, he laughed in response rolling back over and watching her with a look that told her he wasn't as stupid as he looked, "I didn't want to kiss you," she didn't, she definitely didn't!
"You do now,"
"No, I don't," she frowned, hoping to god he'd drop it. There was a warmth here that she was afraid she ruined, though thankfully she hadn't. It didn't mean she wasn't going to give Marg a piece of her mind or get her back; she just needed to figure the rest of them out. Looking at Jon, she knew he had figured it out, he'd said as much. The question was how was she to get it out of him? Dany moved as close as she could, their noses millimetres away and forced a deep frown on her face peering into his eyes,
"Are you going to give me your best Oliver impression?"
"What?"
"Please, sir, may I have some more?" she laughed hiding her face from him realising too late that she had moved forward and was now pressed against him again, only this time she pushed him back following and sitting across his stomach. The zip of the bags went haywire assaulting them with cold air, not that it bothered her. She was sure she was on fire.
"Please, sir, may I have some more?" she whispered the words holding his gaze and biting her bottom lip watching as he slowly rose up reaching out to cup her face. Dany batted his hands away and pushed him back down looking at him triumphantly. "You tell me who was involved and how to get them back and ill kiss you."
"So you're bribing me,"
"You're bribing me,"
"You don't have to kiss me, I'll tell you who was involved" he folded his arm under his head while his other moved across his chest in a poor attempt to hide his scars, "I think it's obvious that Robb and Margery were involved. Missy and Grey weren't but Arya and Gendry were she does this thing every bloody time we go camping. I guarantee my bag is up whatever tree is closest," she laughed as he huffed in exasperation at Arya's antics.
"See that wasn't so hard, was it?" Well, it was, but now she had the who all she needed to figure out was how to get them back.
"I guess it wasn't,"
"So how do we get them back?"
"I'm sure you can think of something…"
"You're going to be helping me,"
"You aren't the boss anymore," she was rolled on her back, his cock pressing against her stomach as he hovered over her, "You should aim to get everyone back," he leaned forwards her eyes on his lips the entire time as he drew his tongue across them
"How do I get them back?" she turned away as he traced her jaw with his nose, his warm breath on her ear,
"Who?"
"Arya and Gendry," Oh gods, she was powerless as his lips brushed against hers, fingers fighting to pull him down only he resisted as he opened his mouth, the brush of his tongue and she was closing her eyes attempting to wrap her legs around his waist. He pulled away suddenly sitting back on his knees and pulling the bags apart in the process,
"You should lock Arya and Gendry in the tent and Arya will lose her shit, it always works. Just imagine putting Chucky in a washing machine"
"And the rest?" that shit eating grin on his face told her exactly what he wanted, she reached out pulling him back down, "Last one," he hummed in agreement before their lips met. It was a brush at first, soft then she was wrapping her arms around his neck as he settled against her deepening the kiss while fighting to reframe from doing anything impulsive… Impulsive, he was fucking addictive. He pulled away again rolling off her giving her the ability to breathe. "So?"
"Margery and Robb could be fun, if Margery wasn't there I'd say we could probably throw him in the lake without him waking up but Marge's a light sleeper," he sighed rolling onto his side "You should know though, Margery hates bugs…"
"Oh, I know… Have you seen all her bloody bug spray?" she had tons; Margery's greatest nemesis was the wasp, the devils' creation, though Margaery wasn't fond of any bug or critter for that matter.
"Yeah well I'd say maggots but that feels like overkill so maybe some toy insects. Scatter them around her tent during the night and I'm pretty sure you'll hear when she wakes up," it didn't feel like it was enough,
"We could just steal their clothes,"
"Or shoes," he suggested,
"I guess we have something to think on now," What the hell was the plan with the zips and the tents? What were they trying to accomplish? It didn't really matter at that moment as Jon rolled over again and she moved on instinct, moulding herself against his back as the big spoon. She pressed her face against his back, throwing her arm around his waist laughing as he grumbled trying to get away. They laid like that for a while and she allowed herself to enjoy the closeness at least until they had to head out for breakfast.
Stupid pranks, no matter how annoyed she was, she did enjoy their little morning cuddles… and the kisses… and the teasing… she was so screwed. When did she lose her mind? Why did it constantly get lost when it came to him?The funny thing was she didn't even know who this new Jon was, well not really… He was still the same, he just had stories and secrets now, just like herself. They were the first out the tent just, with Grey arriving within minutes after them looking a little sleepier than his usual self. Jon quickly replenished the fire pit which had dwindled over the night into nothing more than a glowing pile of ash though it didn't take long before it was smouldering again.
Jon was right in his assessment. Arya struggled to keep a straight face and Gendry refused to look at her, the bastards. There was Margery and her stupid knowing look and if that wasn't enough, Robb whispering something in Jon's ear had them descending into a game of cat and mouse. Payback would be sweet! Dany turned as Missy sat down, pulling her dressing gown up over her throat in a poor attempt to conceal the dark loves bites littering her throat. Raising her brow poking at her throat, Missy blushed crimson ducking away; at least someone enjoyed their night.
"Jon, don't, I already apologised," He had Arya over his shoulder as she kicked and tried to fight her way down, while Jon sprinted off towards the lake, "Please…" Arya tried again, Jon laughed in response as Robb grabbed his phone to record it. "Jon, it's going to be… Ahh" Jon didn't stop or hesitate to throw Arya up into the air over the lake,
-Splash-
There was a silence before Arya flew out the lake, "Yo-fuc-argh- twa-" the curses trailing off as she snatched a towel off Gendry and marched back to their tent with Gendry following her. After that breakfast was a quiet affair with instant coffee and blueberry pancakes, which Margaery made back at home.
"How was your night?" Glancing towards Missy, she eyed the love bites again grinning as Missy averted her gaze.
"Way less eventful than yours,"
"What about your morning?" Margaery asked, Looking all bloody knowing. She couldn't help but shake her head. Maybe Jon was right, they should fill Margery's tent with maggots.
"Nothing out the ordinary." She shrugged deciding to hold her tongue. There would be payback but she wanted to make sure she caught Margaery unaware.
"I guess it could be the new normal," Margaery looked rather pleased with herself as she pretended to look over her nails. "Oh, before you start moaning, it was cold last night, and we thought you two needed a cuddle buddy," she shook her head, forcing a frown to her face,
"Ha, ha well thanks to you I may or may not have shouted at him for touching me," It wasn't a lie, and it seemed to bring Marg down a peg or two, good.
"You didn't"
"Yup," she smiled, trying to stop the thoughts of everything else they did. This needed to stop… Margery clearly was trying to get them together, yeah they kissed a few times and played about a bit but being together is a different kettle of fish. Could they even be together again?
"I guess you could kiss and make up," missy suggested, Marg snorted as a result and high fived Missy.
"Jon and I are old acquaintances and nothing more,"
"You do look good together," Missy said with a grin, Dany shook her head deciding which of the two she wanted to be on the receiving end of a change of subject.
"So Missy on a scale of one to ten, just how hard did Grey-"
"Dany" it was a squeak and she couldn't help but laugh as Missy climbed over her to stop her from talking with a hand to the mouth. They finished up before heading back to the tents for a bit to relax before heading on a trek. Entering the tent, Jon was already laid in the sleeping bag that he still hadn't bloody separated. He was useless, dressing down she climbed in smiling when she was pulled back against him. These sleeping bags definitely needed separating, as soon as possible…
Later…