Jon
Fuck, it was cold. Legs stiff, he felt like some kind of undead zombie but he wasn't alone as everyone seemed to be faring just as badly… Even Mr 'it's not that bad' Grey who was shivering like a leaf, yeah it was that bad. The only thing going through his mind at that moment was an almost desperation for warmth as he staggering ungracefully back to the tent. Drying as quickly as he could before grabbing a blanket from the bottom of his bag and climbing into bed, he was freezing. Cold enough to the point where he could feel the drowsiness slowly overtake him as the warmth started seeping into his bones. Where was Daenerys when you needed her? Jon knew that she was going to be avoiding the tent like the plague, especially now that he had won… He'd actually won! It was the only good thing to come out of the cursed water. Closing his eyes, he allowed the drowsiness to overtake him as he slowly warmed up.
Jon stirred at the zip of the tent peeking at the flap as Dany climbed on through, wearing joggers and his jumper, looked better on her. What was with her and his clothes? She shifted slightly taking a deep breath before she looked down, "Can we start the wagers after we get warm?" She looked shy and despite wanting to annoy her at that moment, nothing sounded better than cuddling to warm up.
"Come on then," she smiled throwing the jumper to the floor revealing another one of his t-shirts that slowly rode up revealing the expanse of her pale lightly toned stomach. Jon shook himself from staring as she climbed into bed almost spring free when she attacked with cold fingers. He battered her hands away as he tried putting distance between them loathing the cold space he rolled into,
"Oh, Come on, share your warmth," he scoffed as she moved closer again only he leaned back before she could touch him with her evil hands. Dany frowned blinking up at him with big stunning blue-brown eyes. "What happened to survival 101?"
"I've let you keep your clothes on, you should be thankful," She rolled her eyes and closed the space between them, this time he had nowhere to go shivering as one of her hands pressed against his stomach while her other moved around his back.
"See that wasn't so hard was it?" it was his turn to roll his eyes at her triumphant tone, "I can't wait to boss you around," she sighed happily. "Just think of all the chores you've yet to do," Jon shook his head, of course, she was looking forward to bossing him around.
Jon pulled back enough to see her, "I can't wait to see you without all this," he pulled at the band of her pantie, boxer things smothering a hand over the curve of her rear as she shook her head,
"Oh you won't be seeing anything," she smirked as she moved forward her lips tracing his own only she pulled away before he could kiss her, "You won't be touching me either…" he looked at sceptically trying to figure out how she was going to pull that off. "Oh don't look so surprised, I have the power to make you do whatever I want you to remember. I'll just make you keep your eyes closed and reframe from touching me," he felt speechless lips parting as she chuckled to herself, what a bitch. "What's wrong Jon, cat got your tongue?"
"No," he shook his head shaking her off as her lips traced at his throat, now she was trying to torment him. "At least I know what I'm picking for our next set of challenges," before she could say anything he pulled her closer and pressed his lips to hers, pulling away and kissing her again opening his mouth slightly to deepen this kiss until he felt her attempting to take control. When she was lost in the kiss, he pulled away abruptly watching the way her eyes fluttered open, lips parted slightly as she shook her head sighed and rolled over. Jon chucked wrapping his arm around her,
"Won't Sansa be coming with your tent tomorrow?" she asked, Ah, that was the plan but he really didn't want his own tent. He didn't want to stop doing whatever this was either… It wasn't really his choice on that matter?
"She will but…" I want to share with you for the rest of the trip… He felt like he was asking for too much so he refused to air the words. "It doesn't mean we still can have our wages though,"
"That's true," she sounded anything but pleased and he wasn't quite sure what to say on the matter so he tightened his hold on her brushing her hair from her throat with his nose before he pressed his lips to her skin, testing the waters. When her only response was to run her palm over his arm, he continued kissing up her throat, nibbling her earlobe, exploring her skin with his hands, "Jon, s-stop" he pulled his hand away and moved back immediately. He wasn't entirely sure what he'd done wrong… Daenerys rolled over the playing of a smile on her lips as she regarded him. What are you thinking?
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Yes,"
"Sorr-"
"Why can't you be an ass? Why can't you be one of those evil villains that I portrayed you as in my head?" He watched her closely, the slight shake in her head as she looked into his eyes,
"Did I have a top hat and a cane, I always wanted…" her lips silenced him, wrapping his arm around her to bring her closer, mind losing any control only knowing he needed to be closer to her. The kiss was messy clambering to remove the distance between them and he couldn't help smiling as they broke away for air, her arms around his neck his arms around her back. "I never hated you, you know. I couldn't even pretend I did," it was better to pretend she was a stranger, to not know anything.
"I could," he laughed laying down again, so she was laid on top of him, twirling her hair with his fingers. There was something about this, something about her that unlocked a part of himself that he hadn't felt since he was a young fool in love. "Did you know about Daario?" she asked, he knew it would come up eventually, he knew Daario so it would make sense if he pushed Daario into pursuing Dany. Well, unless you knew Daario and why the fuck would anyone do that?
"I knew he was excited about seeing someone but he sees so many girls I don't bother asking anymore," he sighed looking at the roof of the tent, "To be fair he doesn't actually know that we have an history," Dany snorted,
"History… And here's me thinking you'd be bragging about me until you were old and frail..."
"Bragging, surely you mean complaining…"
"I have it on good authority you enjoy my company very much"
"Oh, and whose authority is that…" Do that again! She wiggled her hips against his length, the sensation making his breathing ragged as he fought against his restraint. "You should stop doing that," he sounded winded and she laughed,
"You should stop poking me then," he hated the lack of contact when she rolled off him but he understood that there was a fine line between kissing, touching and sex. There was baggage and regardless of how much they didn't want to, they would need to hash it out before anything really happened, If she wanted anything to happen…
"That's your fault,"
"How?" there was a look of confusion as she dipped her head against his chest and moulded herself against him, hooking her leg over his.
"You're just you," The moment he said the words she froze,
"You should stop saying things like that or I might end up having to push you off the cliff,"
"Ouch,"
"Shh, your first task it to cuddle me while we nap like everyone else," he smiled wrapping his arm around her and snuggling closer to try to get some rest. There was an odd peacefulness laying there, everything so quiet with no worries from the real world and it gave him the opportunity to think, of her, of home, of Ghost… He remembered his therapists' words, the scars don't define you. I want you to show them to someone, a friend, a lover, someone in the family someone who knows you. He ended up showing them to mother, she refused to let him go for hours sitting in the snow watching Ghost play around in the garden. It was the first step in accepting them and from there over the months the family eventually were shown, and Margaery. Only because she enters the apartment like she owns the bloody place. This trip was the big step in trying to move past it all and for a change he didn't mind, it was the story that was the problem.
Jon wasn't sure where the hell he was when he woke up buried in a sea of silver; quickly gaining his bearings the real struggle was detangling himself without waking her. He knew she was a heavy sleeper it happens that she was super strong too. Clinging onto his arm like a bloody monkey murmuring nonsense until he finally managed to pull his arm free. Jon decided to head out as see if anyone else was awake, walking back to camp and picking sticks and twigs up that could be used for the fire on the way. That's one less task to do later. Tonight was the last night they had to spend together before everyone else rocked up and he wanted to relax so he took the time to do any and all chores he could think of so he didn't have to do them later. It also meant he could spend time with her…
Grey emerged from his tent first with Robb arriving a few minutes later to start on the food, just because the girls lost in the race didn't mean they were cooking. Well, Arya ended up wrestling with Gendry, while Daenerys, Margaery, and Missy all quickly jumped out. He finished the race second, but he was sure Robb would argue at that but there were no arguments as to who won, that was all Grey, he did not look like he had won though. Robb thankfully got the fire going again, and they sat in silence around the fire for a few minutes,
"Feeling better?" Robb asked looking at Grey, he looked like he'd gained his colour back so that was good at least. That fucking lake was awful,
"I didn't find it that bad until I got out," Grey sighed loudly and Robb laughed poking a stick into the flames,
"Be careful Grey you almost sounded human there," Robb chuckled while Grey rolled his eyes and he couldn't help but laugh too watching as Grey climbed to his feet and began sorting through the food for what to cook for tea,
"So Dany huh?" it was his turn to roll his eyes at Grey's question not really sure how to answer the question. What were they doing? Getting to know each other seemed like the right way to describe it and as for the kissing, it was more a game, definitely a game.
"Do you really want to talk girls with me?" he asked, Grey blushed trying his best to busy himself while Robb moved closer,
"Him no, but me… Defiantly," he frowned at Robb who looked way too excited, "So come on open up to your favourite cousin," Jon raised his eyebrow for good measure "second favourite cousin," he paused "just by a tiny bit, anyway spill…"
"Why aren't you asleep?" Jon asked wishing he stayed in the tent tucked up warm and snug against Dany,
"I love Marge, but she's like the damn energiser bunny," Robb sighed shifting on the log as if he was uncomfortable talking about the matter and Jon could only agree. He definitely didn't want to be talking about Robb and Margaery's sex life.
"I don't see the problem," he said watching the way Robb rolled his eyes,
"Funny, I mean she struggles to get comfy out here and she can't keep bloody still in the sleeping bag. I swear I love her but that fucking elbow of hers…" Robb sighed rolling up his sleeve revealing a big purple bruise on his arm, wow…
"Me and M have a few spare blankets you can have. If you want," Grey said as he was chopping the onions, Jon would have helped but Grey pointed the knife at the log when he tried to get up,
"I'm sure Missy has thousands," Robb said with a chuckle, Missy did like her comforts.
"You're not wrong," Grey smiled wistfully whilst sticking the pan on the Grill. His efficiency was impressive!
"So are you going to tell us what's happening or what?" Robb asked he was never one to let it go; he would moan and continuously ask about it until he was told. It was why he was the second favourite.
"We're just keeping each other company for this part of the trip, everything will be different from tomorrow when we meet everyone else," it was the truth despite how much he wished it wasn't.
"Do you want it to be different?" Jon blew out a breath at Grey's question,
"It's not an easy question to answer, we're enjoying our time together but we haven't really spoken about the past in great lengths but it's always there," he sighed thinking about these last few days, they hadn't spoken about the past at all. Was he over thinking this? What the hell were they even doing beyond enjoying each other's company?
"You like each other," Robb slapped him on the shoulder and he had the distinct urge to push him in the fire. Obviously, he liked her, he couldn't fucking stay away from her…
"She's alright," he settled on as Robb rolled his eyes,
"You're totally smitten," Robb smirked slightly as he continued, "Okay answer this question, do you want to see Theon or Daario flirt or share her tent for the rest of the trip?"
"Well, I wouldn't want to watch them but it's not my decision to make, she can do what she wants," That was the truth of it, yes they were cuddling. Yes, they shared a few kisses but whatever this was didn't have a name… She did want to share tents for the rest of the trip but that was only so she the guys left her to her own devices.
"What do you want; I mean we know you like her..." WELL, NO SHIT, and just like that Jon is reminded of much of an idiot Robb was, shaking his head and glaring at his cousin,
"Can we just stop?" the conversation was tiring, and it didn't do well to overthink things. He should have just stayed in the damn tent.
"I'm just looking out for you man, you've looked happier these last couple of days," Robb had a small smile on his and he knew his cousin was only watching out for him, but he didn't need guidance or help from him on this.
"I appreciate that but I'm fine," he smiled happy that, that was the end of the conversation.
"You always say that," Robb sighed shaking his head slightly
"Grey, am I lying?" He looked at grey expectidely though he simply shrugged,
"How do I know?"
"Use your built-in lie detector," Robb snorted while Grey simply shook his head,
"Okay, Kid's I'm going to start cooking now,"
"What do you want us to do?" Robb asked finally throwing the stick into the fire,
"Well, I'm going to cook, Jon's going to head back to his tent, Gendry's asleep and you're going to stay here and pretend to cook,"
"I don't think I like this new software," Robb said side eyeing him, Jon snorted looking Grey up and down,
"I know so suggestive," Robb laughed and Jon joined him as Grey shook his head,
"I swear I'll whack you with the pan," Grey waved the empty pan at them which only made him laugh more,
"He's Violent too," Robb said, Jon laughed as Grey threw his arms up in exasperation,
"Off you go," he heeded Grey's advice leaving them there and heading back to the tent smiling like an idiot when he found her sprawled face down in the sleeping bags right in the middle. Stripping down Jon climbed in squeezing in beside her as quietly as he could half wanting to leave her there, half wanting to pull her closer. In the end, he left her and closed his eyes enjoying the quiet and trying to think of the weird and wonderful tasks she would no doubt give him later in the day. 'Jon?' it was a mummer that had his heart in his throat as her hand stroked his face, she hummed then and rolled to her side. Pealing his eyes open she had hers closed but there was that beautiful smile on her face.
"I didn't give you permission to leave," he thought about a witty retort or some sarcasm but he settled on drawing closer and kissing her before he could talk himself out of it. She hummed as her tongue brushed against his own deepening the kiss and he couldn't help but pull her closer enjoying the taste of her, the warmth of her pressed against him. Breaking away to breathe he was startled as her hand covered his mouth, she was shaking her head as she opened her eyes. "I'm trying to sleep here," she was smiling before she held his gaze and drew her tongue along her bottom lip, clearly trying to drive him god damn crazy.
"Hmm hmm," she pulled her hand away, and he moved forward to kiss her again laughing as she hid her face against his throat, Using a finger he started along her throat drawing a down her spine slowly applying more pressure as he got to the band of her panties. Still, he continued feeling the beginning of the curve pausing only when he felt teeth against his throat,
"See now I'm awake," it was a grumble as she pulled away moving his hand in the process,
"I prefer you when you're asleep actually," she rolled her eyes as he continued, "You're so lovely and quiet…" he sighed drawing his thumb over her cheek, "And then you wake up," he blew out an exasperated breath as she laughed rewarding him with a punch.
"The cheek," she shook her head clearly suppressing a smile. "It's clear I've been too nice, you're taking advantage. I shall not kiss you ever again," she huffed turning her nose up and closing her eyes as if she was done with the conversation.
"Say's the person who keeps putting their tongue in my mouth,"
"How the hell-" like that, he pushed her to roll over deepening the kiss as she pulled him flush down on her. "See that was all you," she sounded breathless shaking her head despite tightening her legs around his waist. When he attempted to pull away, she tightened her grip around his neck holding him prisoner, "Now you have to stay here,"
Jon made a show of looking around as best he could, "It's not so bad, to be honest especially if I do…" he trailed off pushing his hips forwards slightly watching the way her lips parted and her eyes closed tight. Even through the layers, he could feel her heat against the tip of his cock, gravitating his hips slightly enjoying the way she shuddered against him lifting her hips slightly to meet him. Jon took the moment to lean forwards to blow raspberries against her cheek. Dany snorted shaking her head, her eyes bright and playful,
"You see what I put up with, all in the name of my goodness too," she pushed him off her and rolled over grabbing his arm and pulling him along so they could spoon again and for once he had no arguments about it. They laid there cuddling and catching up on life, he found out she was a primary school teacher and he found his heart melting at the image of her surrounded by children shaping their futures. The most important thing was she sounded happy, and that's all mattered at the end of the day. The stray thought that he should stay away, not allow himself to jeopardise that happiness. They spoke for ages catching up on the years and the happenings. Usually, he kept quiet about it but he found himself divulging more to her in that tent than he had to anyone about his time in the forces from protecting foreign dignitaries to infiltrating compounds, is the team was shipped all over the world. He didn't realise how uplifting it was to share those stories and watching her listening intently, hanging on every word he said made him appreciate her all the more.
He was screwed, utterly screwed.