Are you asking me on a…
Jon
NOTES:/
Goodness, it's been a while.
I'm sorry.
These last 3 weeks haven't been the best and I've found it difficult to write recently…
So I apologise for the delay in this story! This chapter is a long one, (Yes I got carried away) but I wanted them to have a little more time to themselves before we go camping (originally anyway lol)… I hope you enjoy!
[I'm sorry for the mistakes]
That bathroom door was mocking him. Oh, how he wanted to change through the damn thing, pick her up and pin her to the nearest surface. He swore he could hear every single drop of water dripping from her body, imagining the path each drop took... Annoyed was an understatement even if he knew the rules, she didn't owe him anything… Thankfully, his own shower helped to calm him considerably, but seeing her sprawled in bed… Had not, and all it seemed to do was send his mind spiralling once more. There were moments when he was close to snapping having to fight every perceivable bone in his bloody body to stop himself from pinning her to the bed. Lying there, he let his mind wander though it never went beyond her. There was something in her reactions, for their bet she'd made sure that he hadn't seen her naked and while at the time he thought it was just down to her teasing, now he wasn't sure. Was she simply scared? He didn't know, but what he did know was that she was unsure, sometimes even a little trepid about what they were doing especially when he wanted her to stop with all the stupid teasing. As if she wasn't sure what would happen in those two hours without it all… They managed though, if by some miracle, and he honestly enjoyed it. Not that he disliked any of the time he had spent with her…In that room, it all just felt different.
The following hours had flown by consisting of stolen glances and pretending to listen to whatever Daario was droning on about… No, that wasn't fair. He listened to Daario for a while as he prattled on about what he needed do to get through to Daenerys. As if, he could change her mind… He doubted she would put up with Daario's shenanigans because not 10 minutes after he dragged Daario to the other table he got distracted by his phone, and some eager Bimbo sending nudes. Jon grimaced at the sight and pushed the phone away slightly worried at the anger he felt. He didn't care before; he had a rule with Daario that he kept away from the family not that he needed to worry about the likes of Arya; it was more for Sansa because sometimes she was receptive to arseholes. Now though he felt himself getting worked upon Daenerys behalf, and he hated it, hated that he wanted to charge over there and, do what? What would he do when if he went over there? Kiss her? Sit with her and talk everyone else be damned? Jon sighed pulling his phone and dropping her a quick text from across the bar, like a teen, while looking at the route from the pub to boat shack and thinking of somewhere to go to enjoy themselves.
As they packed up, he was eager to go because if they stayed any longer he would lose it. He was annoyed, annoyed that he was getting angry on Dany's behalf, and more annoyed that Daario attempted to prize her away for the third time in the space of an hour. It wasn't even jealousy; well he didn't think it was... It was just ridiculous that he wouldn't leave her alone. Jon wasn't sure how the hell she stayed so calm about it, taking it in stride like she was used to it, and that was even more fucking ridiculous. On the road, he could see that despite her calm demeanour, she wasn't quite as calm as he thought well if her muttering under her breath was any indication… It didn't mean he wanted to talk about it though because he already suspected where this was all going…
"So are you going to share what's wrong?" he eventually asked. He knew they had a few things that they needed to talk about, some more important than others, but with how things were going, he imagined that the past would only put a damper on things…
"Has he changed?" Dany asked quietly. He had to look her way to make sure he heard correctly, she was really asking him about Daario, Christ. He wanted nothing to do with that though he found himself bracing as she sighed and continued, "I'm not asking because I'm-"
"Let me stop you right there!" he jumped in quickly. "I don't want to get involved with that," he couldn't help but grimace as his brain stubbornly mulled over the original question. Has Daario Changed? Depends, his near obsession with Daenerys could be seen as a change. He couldn't say for certain what it was and he never really gave it much thought in the first place, but seeing it in person was grim enough. The simple fact that he hasn't stopped his efforts to bed half of Westeros while trying to get with her answered the question simply enough... That didn't mean he wouldn't change for Daenerys, it didn't mean he would either. Why was he even thinking about this?
"I'm not interested in him Jon," Dany said firmly. "But if he's changed, I'd more open to having him around. If it meant that y-" she took a deep breath, and he turned her way as they pulled up at the red light, "I'd more open to having him around. If it meant that you'd be around too," she said shyly. Jon was taken back gaping at her until a horn sounded behind them and he focused back on the road. He was well aware he hadn't replied, knowing that if he responded how he wanted it would likely get him arrested for indecent exposure. It surprised him that she was already thinking of things like that, he wasn't. Yes, Daario was a friend, but the guy didn't dictate his personal life, and yes they found friendship in the oddest of ways. Truth be told Daario helped him come off the dark path he was on, in the following months out of the service and he'd always be grateful for that, but still...
"Fuck him!" it was the first thing that came to him, and he couldn't help looking her way as she barked out a laugh before he focused back on the road again, she wasn't half distracting… He wanted to go somewhere they could just sit and talk…
"No, he's your friend I just need him to stop trying to hit on me and we'll be golden," she mumbled. From the corner of his eye, he could see her looking at him intently, "I still can't believe you asked me to give him another chance," Dany said. He was glad she declined; trying to imagine what would have happened if she agreed. They would have killed each other; there was no doubt about it.
"When Daario found that you'd be on the first part of the camping trip he asked me to 'talk him up' and I accepted because to be honest with you it hadn't crossed my mind that we'd be talking, let alone handing out," he said. When Robb and Marg persuaded him to come, he was dreading it and when Daario asked, he agreed hoping he could keep his distance with Daenerys. In his defence, he was expecting a way worse reaction than the one he got…
"Okay, I can let you off for that…" she paused, tilting her head and watching him, "Another question… When he told you about what happened between me and him what was your first reaction?" Dany asked. What's with all the shit questions? The worst part was he didn't want to lie, and telling her his reaction would likely piss her off, well unless she let him explain…
"Do you want my honest answer?" he asked steeling himself, he saw her nod and took a deep breath. "I laughed," he could see from the corner of his eyes the way her face fell, her eyes narrowing and she crossed her arms over her chest and threw herself back in the seat a little too forcefully. The silence seemed to stretch, and he prepared himself for worst…
"It was hilarious wasn't it?" Dany asked sarcastically. Her voice surprised him; there was no venom, no anger, just… Disappointment as she stared out the window and that got to him more than anything. He would have preferred her anger…
"Can I explain myself?" he asked quietly, she didn't even acknowledge him, choosing to turn the radio up slightly and close her eyes, which was just as good as saying no. Jon shook the thought and decided to just explain, he wasn't sure if she was listening but he can only explain what he heard and how the events played out. He was at home when Daario dropped by moping about some girl he'd messed up with, which was odd enough, odd enough that he was willing to listen. It didn't mean he wouldn't need a drink when he did though. They ended up at the pub and he sat quietly listening to Daario go on, and on, and on, about what happened. Namely, these girls named Doreah and Dany, with it being about two girls he admittedly quickly turned it into a drinking game that saw him taking a shot every time Daario said the names. So there he was listening to Daario reveal the events of what happened, and to be honest it seemed more ridiculous than anything.
"I don't want to hear it," she mumbled. He ignored her as he continued; Daario spoke about meeting this girl named Doreah who was hot, and was fucking crazy hot in bed… They met up a lot and it just so happens he bumped into one of her friends, some girl named Dany who was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. 'I couldn't stop thinking about her' Daario had said before he downed his drink like a love-struck fool. He and Doreah started to get to know each other, and he found himself asking about her friends, needing to find more and more about this woman. It was like fate when they bumped into each other… 'She was perfect' Daario said seriously. Jon remembered taking an extra shot after that one. This Dany refused to give him her number, wouldn't talk to him more than a few words at a time, and it did nothing but make him more eager. Daario continued to learn of this Dany while spending his nights with Doreah and that was that until he bumped into her again. This time he managed to persuade her to have a drink with him, 'she wouldn't let me buy her a drink of course' Daario said rolling his eyes.
Jon was sure he couldn't even stand at that point hoping that Daario was nearly finished with his story, he had questions and thoughts but he and Daario had an understanding and yes; it wasn't at all pleasing to hear but it was nothing to do with him. He was simply there to listen.
This Dany finally gave Daario her number, and it took two weeks but he persuaded her to go on a date with him. 'She was breathtaking' Daario sighed. They went out on this perfect night out to this beautiful restaurant, only he goes and fucks up in the weirdest ways ever. They were in the car and Daario was driving her home but when he started typing her postcode, the car auto-corrected it to Doreah's address. Oh, but that wasn't it, this Dany seemed to do something with her tongue that Doreah did, circling his earlobe before she brought it between her teeth. Exactly the way Doreah did, and he was so turned on he ended up whispering the wrong girls' name in Dany's ear. Jon remembered that someone needed to physically stop him from falling off his chair as he laughed; he thought it was fucking hilarious… Well, that was until Daario whipped out his phone and showed him a picture of this Dany.
"I remember when I saw that picture of you," Jon said as he focused on the road. He didn't want to see her reaction, "That was the first time I'd seen you in years, you looked different but still the same," he finished. Thinking about it, he remembered falling silent and forcefully shoving Daario's phone away, shaking her from his mind. Her eyes always remained though, like a bastard ghost. "So I laughed. I laughed and got absolutely wasted wishing not for the first time I just stayed at home." Of all the fucking women on the bastard planet, Daario shows a picture of fucking her… He laughed because it felt as like he was suffocating, to see her face after so fucking long only for her to be one of Daario's conquests…
"That's not what happened," Dany huffed out a breath before she explained her side of the story. I bumped into him at my favourite café in the morning. He was attractive, I didn't know he dyed his beards at the time, to be honest, I didn't know a lot of things. I liked that it felt like we had so much in common, so I caved and gave him my number. I don't usually give my number out, so that was a big deal for me. We texted and got to know each other for weeks while sometimes in the mornings he would be at my usual coffee shop and we'd have drinks before I'd get off to work. Marg and Missy eventually persuaded me to accept his advances and go on a date with him. The date went well; everything went well up until we got in the car. First, it was his phone blowing up with a message from someone asking 'are you coming over tonight x' the car's voice to text was a bitch. To be fair, Daario said it was his mother, but then i saw Daario nearly panicking as the tom-tom recommended a different address instead of mine, in honesty I didn't recognise the address and when we pulled up we kissed, and then he whispered Doreah name in my ear. "I'm not sure what it was but everything just clicked, I've obviously spoken to Doreah since then. We aren't as close as say me and Missy and she's become a little distant since then," Dany said. "It turns out that he was sleeping with Doreah for a month, only breaking it off a few days before our date." She finished with a long drawn-out sigh. He really wanted to strangle Daario at that moment, before he caught himself. He really didn't want to be talking about any of this. "Since then Daario has attempted to get me to give him another chance at any opportunity, unable to take NO for an answer!" Dany said gesturing to the flowers sitting on the back seat.
"I'm sorry that he duped you like that," he said quietly. Deep down he was pissed, and he was sure when he saw Daario next there were a few choice words coming his way, if he could reframe from punching him in the face. "I'm more surprised that Daario still wants to protect his image even to me," he continued after a moment, "but if you want, I'll buy you a shiny shovel and I'll even help you hide the body." He smiled slightly, wondering if it would be better to hit Daario with the bloody shovel.
"No, no. I've moved past it, it just comes back up when he comes back around…" she sighed for the thousandth time since they'd come from up in the Eerie… "Where are we going anyway?" she asked. How the hell did she notice that? Glancing her way he couldn't quite stop the smirk from curling at his lips and she clearly didn't miss it as she continued, "Don't give me that look, I saw you pull off 5 minutes back,"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to stop at the Harrenhal Shopping Centre?" he asked. Not that it was a question because they were already nearly there,
"Are you asking me on a-"
"Shut up," he cut her off quickly, glancing her way to see the smile on her face.
"I want to hear you say it," she prodded.
"I'm hungry, are you hungry?" he asked rhetorically, before quickly continuing. "There's apparently this shopping centre close by that has some amazing food court or something, I suppose you can tag along if you aren't busy." Dany whacked him lightly on the arm, her smile widening as he caught her gaze,
"Oh, I didn't realise how much of a romantic you've become," she laughed, "Are you going to hold my hand, feed me good food, and kiss me Jon?" she asked, her tone was teasing and yet he wondered if that was what she wanted,
"Do you want me to?" he shot back, making sure to catch her reaction. The grimace on her face would have bothered him if not for her eyes alight with amusement,
"No thanks, I could eat though," she replied quietly before they fell into a comfortable silence. He agreed with her he was hungry too,
"I hope you know you're buying,"
"I bought the drinks remember, I think it's only fair you buy dinner," she remarked grinning like a Cheshire cat. He supposed it was only fair though he shared his winnings for the bet with her too, not that money was a problem, he was sitting on a hefty severance paycheque. Jon shook his head, glad that they were able to move past all that Daario bullshit, he thought it was going to go worse, though perhaps that was just down to expecting worse from her in the first place. Not that he thought she was the devil or anything; it was how they left things way back, but now spending time with her again after so long it just felt right. Jon decided it was time to put his foot down, pushing everything about Daario and the past well away from his mind… The drive was quick from then on and pulling up he felt excited and hungry, he could tell she was excited too even if she tried to hide it as she busied her hands pulling a bag for life out of her rucksack and mumbling 'saving the planet' under her breath.
They climbed out the car together heading towards the doors, side by side, just walking he was hyper-aware of her every move and when the back of her hand brushed his he was glad to busy himself in pulling the door open. He held the door open, winking down at her and trying not to stare as she walked through the door. Just stood admiring her figure, he wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but he could swear that there was an added sway to her hips… Dany glanced over her shoulder and immediately he was aware he was standing holding the door open and staring like an idiot. Jon let go of the door, feeling the heat rise up his neck as Daenerys held his gaze only to be thrown from his daze when he heard a horn. Turning around, he stood face to face with an old woman glaring at him on a mobility scooter through the glass of the now closed door. He forced a smile to his lips pulling the door open so she could enter all the while she glared at him muttering 'back in my day there were such things as respect…' There probably weren't electric doors though, the same electric doors that were no more than 3 meters away…
"You seemed to have fun," Dany said as he caught up to her. He didn't need to turn around to know that the old crone was still glaring his way and turning around; she was, as she waited for the elevator. He shook his head as Dany waved her way and the woman's grim face actually turned into a smile, Cruella devil on wheels bloody smiled. "Come on, let's go exploring," Dany whispered, he was more surprised as she linked their arms and pulled him along into the foyer of the shopping centre. It was heaving, laughter ringing out as children and adults congregated around a puppets show taking place on a stage. Dany stopped at the edge of the clearing clearly enthralled with the show,
"Aren't you a little too big to be watching this?" he asked with amusement.
"No," Dany said before she continued. "But we're doing something about puppets in class after the holidays and this defiantly beats watching hours of YouTube videos about them." He watched her soaking it all in, brows flurrying as if she was making mental notes and storing them away for later before she shifted against him so she was stood leaning back against his chest. The strong fragrance of hotel shampoo enveloped him as they stood there, for how long, he wasn't sure, though he found himself enjoying it, laughing along with everyone else when the brightly coloured Punch whacked the crocodile with a stick. Once Dany had stored enough ideas in her head they eventually moved on, strolling through the shopping centre and taking the escalators to the second floor where the food court was located.
There were a few shops along the way that gained his attention though it was 'Explore Westeros' that mainly got it, the store was an alcohol warehouse that sold everything kind of beer and wine from sun spear to the wall and the best bit? There was currently a 50% sale on everything in the store. They agreed to go there last, and he ended up starting a group chat and firing off a request of orders. As they got to the Food court, he was surprised by how big and extravagant it all was with way over 20 stores offering food and dessert. The smells combining in the air, some spices empowering all the others, he couldn't say he cared for any of it, but he did enjoy it the way Daenerys looked at everything in wonder.
"So what do you fancy, I'd list the stores but there's way too many," Jon continued looking around at all the storefronts looking for something he at least recognised. There was a McDonald's though if he was honest he didn't fancy it, or any of the other fast-food joints for that matter. It became clear that she had less of an idea than him, though as he spun around again for the fifth time he caught the familiar old rustic sight of Hot pie's nestled away in the corner. He knew Arya's friend was still running the original restaurant in White Harbour and that this was either the second or the third in the franchise, though he couldn't say he cared… He was hungry and the familiarity was what settled it for him as he grasped a hold of Dany's hand and pulled her along.
"So you ask me what I want and then drag me along… typical," she was shaking her head until she realised when he was taking her, "Oh, I actually like this place," she continued. "You know Jon, I thought this wasn't a date?" she asked. He had no idea what she was talking about and the confusion must have shown on his face as she lifted their joined in the air. Jon rolled his eyes releasing her hand as they stepped into the restaurant, the smell of fresh bread, pastries and an assortment of vegetables making his mouth water, reminding him just how hungry he was. He hadn't eaten breakfast or dinner which was, come to think of it, a stupid decision because even here he wouldn't be able to eat much because they were having supper with everyone else back at camp. The menu was vast and homely consisting of stews, soups, toad in the hole, the traditional Sunday lunch with a variety of meat though in the end, they chose to order a soup to share along with some fresh bread, the portions were certainly large enough… As they sat down he purposely sat as close as he could, snatching the spoon from her hand before she could get at the soup. He scooped a spoonful of the lovely soup pressing his lips together as he brought it up to her lips, watching with amusement the way her face contorted in her feeble attempts to stop from laughing.
"Please don't,"
"I thought you said you wanted a date… This is clearly one of my best moves,"
"I'm starting to think you wanted a date…"
"Why would I want to date you?"
"Hey, I have feelings you know," she mock pouted, pressing her hand to her heart though again like always it was her eyes that gave the game away. They tucked into the small meal and honestly it was great the soup rich and thick with moderate chunks of meat and vegetables and once that was finished they fell into the same dance as they had thus far, in filling in the gaps between when they last saw each other though it was clear they were skipping the more difficult times, not that he wanted to dive into that just yet. They had plenty of time to dive into all that later but as of now, it was nice to get the glimpse into her life though he was more than a little surprised Viserys had settled down… The fact someone actually agreed to marry him, not at gunpoint, was baffling though he supposed a lot had changed and despite Viserys being an ultimate ass when they were younger Daenerys was adamant Viserys had changed too. His disbelief faded with the proof as she pulled out her phone showing a picture of Viserys, his wife Mia and the bump. There were pictures of Rhaella too, just as beautiful as he remembered with the lines of age a little more prominent than before. There was a time when he knew everything about Dany, the things she liked, the things she hated, her hopes, and dreams and not for the first time he wished he didn't just walk away…
Dany decided she wanted dessert and after arguing over cake and ice cream she was pulling him with little choice to the ice cream parlour. The store was bright enough to sway her temptation with someone dressed as a giant ice cream cone handing out tiny little tubs to try to tempt the children that passed by. It sounded way worse than it was in his head though he had no idea how the girl or guy survived in the suit with the bloody heat… Dany was bouncing, a lot like a child as when they entered the ice cream parlour. Her eyes wide as she looked over the 200 odd flavours that she had the choice of, just standing in the queue he couldn't take his eyes off her childlike wonder as she scanned every single one of the flavours grasping his sleeve and pulling him along.
"I don't know what to get," Dany said.
"Ice cream would be a good start…"
"Funny," Dany rolled her eyes, and he was rewarded with an elbow to the ribs as she looked up at the menu boards, "I haven't had this much choice in years," It was clear she was no closer to actually picking a flavour as she continued, "It makes me feel old,"
"Well why don't we grab a menu," Jon grabbed the menu huffing out a breath as he unfolded it to see the 184 different flavours, "Get half a dozen small tubs and then we can come back another time to slowly work through the rest?" he suggested. He realised it was rather presumptuous to propose such an idea though it didn't seem to matter one bit as he caught her gaze, and not for the first time he was struggling not to reach for her. It wouldn't do well to lift her on to the bloody countertop in front of all the kids lining up for ice cream.
"Who knew you had all these good ideas," Dany said with a smile as they neared the front of the queue. "So if we got 8 tubs every time you'd have to bring me 23 times…" She finished clearly looking pleased. Maybe this could be their thing,outside work and their commitments in life they could come here to eat ice cream and catch up, would that be enough?
"I'm sure I'll survive."
They ordered a random assortment and slid into one of two booths situated against the large window, sitting across from each other. He couldn't even pronounce half the flavours and he couldn't say what the hell was in half of them so he was mainly going on what they looked like while he had to deal with her groaning quietly when she found one she particularly liked and shoving her spoon in his mouth. He liked all but two of them one that tasted of watermelon and caramel, and the other like the smell of a damp sock that looking at the menu was supposed to be chocolate grapes. "You should stop staring at me like that, or I'm going to have to kiss you in front of all these children," she kept her voice low drawing her bottom lip into her mouth,
"You should stop doing that," she rolled her eyes but went back to eating the ice cream, and watching her quietly there was a question that was beginning to bug him, "Okay, so I have a question… When was the last time you went on a date?"
"Well, you took me to McDonald's," Dany said. He was already shaking his head, there was no way that was a date, they could hardly look at each other and he was certain she hated him. "Don't shake your head, you bought me food, and then you took me back to your hotel room,"
"So you're a prostitute?" she recoiled from the words as a smile blossomed on her face, 'You didn't get lucky' it was a mumble under her breath that he chose to ignore. "No, so when was your last proper date,"
"Well, it would be the Daario one, if that counts?" she shrugged, clearly not impressed by that feat,
"Well, it was a date, so yes,"
"If you say so..." she grumbled before she looked at him curiously, "What about you?"
"The last time I went on a date was a blind date," he said as she shook her head, "Oh, I did, set up by Daario no less," he wasn't sure how long it took Daario to persuade him to go on that bloody date but in a way he was glad he did. "It was actually a lot of fun, to be honest. Carly was dreading it as much as me and once the awkwardness was out the way it was a great night." He watched amused as she pulled a face, "Not like that… Her friend who arranged the date with Daario worked at the Reach entertainment complex so we got free tickets to do everything," he remembered the day, it was possibly one of the most fun days he'd had for a long time.
"What was wrong with her?"
"Nothing, she assumed I was like Daario and kept me at arm's length." He shrugged, "I don't blame her for that and with how my life was I kind of just told her I wasn't interested." They hung out still and he could honestly say they were friends, for a while anyway.
"When was this?"
"Nearly a year ago now,"
"And not a single date since?" she asked. Jon shook his head, "That's surprising…" she trailed off. Sitting there, he supposed she was right though they were now getting close to the incident, and he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to speak about that just yet. The story was always close to his heart and people afterwards usually looked at him with pity, and he didn't want that, not from her.
"I could say the same about you,"
"Maybe…" she trailed off, her eyes widening as she looked out of the window. Jon watched her closely the way her mouth opened and closed before she smiled forcefully mumbling 'Oh you're fucking joking' under her breath. Turning slightly he followed her gaze to see a familiar-looking man, smiling brightly and waving at Daenerys before he was heading towards the door of the store. Dany was surprised, he could see it written all over her face though she smiled when the guy stopped at the edge of the table. The smile faltering on the man's face before he focused his attention on her, this close he could see his features properly, the dark receding hair, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes or on his forehead, he was likely in his fifties. Jon was sure they'd met before at some social event or a wedding or something he just couldn't remember…
"Daenerys it's a surprise to see you here," the man smiled, leaning on the edge of the table. "A nice surprise, I thought you and your friends were camping this week?"
"It's nice to see you too Jorah," Dany said with a smile, "We're going back afterwards, we're just here to get some supplies." Dany frowned as this Jorah leaned heavily on the table shifting from one leg to the other, "Do you want to sit down?" she asked. Jon watched amused as Jorah smiled and Dany slid along the booth so Jorah could squeeze in next to her,
"Thank you, I've been in the gym all weekend," Jorah said as he straightened up in his seat, Jon nearly choked on his ice cream coughing profusely as Jorah shifted his attention towards him, "And who might this be, it's not a boyfriend is it, you know how jealous I can be," Jorah laughed. It was supposed to be a joke but Jon was fighting back a grimace,
"Ha, no," Dany laughed clearly feeling uncomfortable, "This is Jon Stark," she said before she gestured towards this Jorah, "Jon this is Jorah Mormont, a friend and a colleague from work." The name clicked and Jon realised who it was, he'd met Jorah at Jeor's funeral 4/5 years ago.
"I thought I recognised you from somewhere," Jon said, nodding more to himself than anything.
"Ah, you were at my father's funeral," Jorah summarised. He remembered clearly, who he was now; Jeor and Jorah were at odds with one another, though Jeor never spoke of the reasons why, only that there was bad blood between them. The first and only time Jon met him was at Jeor's funeral and even then, it was a tense affair with the family at odds. Jon couldn't hold it against him it was none of his business and sat quietly eating the ice cream he could see that Dany and Jorah were close and that's all that mattered. Still, he couldn't say he was particularly enjoying himself sat watching the two converse between them oddly enough feeling like a third wheel… That was until Jorah's cousin Lyanna joined them who were waiting outside, a frown on her face as she slid into the booth in a huff,
"I thought you said you wouldn't be long?" Lyanna asked Jorah. Jon turned to look out the window trying hard to stop himself from laughing at how loud and condescending she sounded,
"I'm sorry, I'm just catching up with my friend," Jorah said turning his attention away from Daenerys for the second time since he arrived at the table. Jon caught her gaze, and she smiled slightly before turning her attention towards Lyanna.
"Can't you do this later?" Lyanna asked, "Or call, or text? Pop over for drinks," she suggested as she shook her head clearly not pleased with this current predicament. "Or you could Go on a date," she continued. Jon watched amused as Dany grimaced slightly while Jorah's face turned pink in embarrassment, "Literally anything as long as I'm not with you," Lyanna huffed.
"Stop being rude," Jorah snapped, though Lyanna just seemed unimpressed as she simply shook her head,
"The only reason we're in this place is because you promised to bring me so I can get a BB gun. Now we're here, ruining your friend's date," Lyanna crossed her arms over her chest and again he was struggling not to laugh and it seemed Daenerys was the same as he caught her gaze and she mouthed 'Not a date!' He couldn't say he'd want to argue with Lyanna either way, though he appreciated the sentiment.
"Just give me a few more minutes, Leah," Jorah pleaded. Lyanna mumbled 'Whatever' under her breath clearly not pleased with how this was going. It would have been okay if the two extended an olive branch and or attempted to move the topic on from school and lessons or some shit but they didn't and once the ice cream was finished he couldn't just sit there any longer. Jon got up pointing to the till when Dany met his gaze, at least she remembered he was there… Standing in the queue he somehow got pulled into a conversation with some defeated Dad watching his 6 children argue over the only purple spoon the parlour had left, the poor sod. Jon glanced from the door back to the table, even now he could Lyanna grumbling on her phone while Dany and Jorah convene quietly smiling and laughing between themselves. He didn't need to be there while they spoke and he suspected Lyanna didn't either, hell Jorah would probably appreciate the privacy, as he got back to the table he decided to kill two birds with one stone, mainly his own boredom…
"I don't suppose you'll check out the BB guns with me?" Lyanna asked. He hadn't even managed to sit down, and yet that was exactly what he was going to ask, anyway.
"Yeah, sure,"
"No, Jon we…" Dany tried but Lyanna cut her off,
"I'll need £50 cousin. Have fun," Lyanna snatched the money from Jorah's hand before mumbling a quick 'thank you very much' and heading to the door. Jon shook his head following her, grinning and waving as Daenerys glared his way. It was safe to say Lyanna knew exactly where she wanted to go walking like a girl on a mission as she ducked and wove through the throng of people to get to the toy stall. It was amusing how much the stiff, angry visage had faded when he caught up with her smiling like the kid she was as she looked over the many toy guns on sale, picking them up, aiming down the sights before moving on to the next.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?"
"I want something with range but something light enough that I can run with,"
"So any one of those?" he summarised pointing to the entire row of guns. She didn't look at all pleased with his assessment so he found himself debating guns with her. It turned out she knew exactly what she wanted, her friend had a small SMG, and she wanted something with a little more range so she could climb trees and shoot him with it. Jon didn't think it was wise but Lyanna was adamant that they already played in the woods with the guns besides there was nothing he could do against the 'I can do whatever I want with my money,' attitude… Well, until she added the cost of all the items together, Jon watched amused as it dawned on her that she wouldn't be able to afford it all, though the amusement quickly dissipated at how dejected she looked. The assault rifle with the adjustable scope, suppressor, fast mag and laser sight came to a whopping £64 and with the money that Jorah gave her she had a total of £53.28.
"I'll do you a deal," he offered, quickly realising he could get out of going back to the ice cream parlour. "I'll give you the £10.52 that you need if you go back to the ice cream parlour and let Daenerys know I'm exploring… Do we have a deal?"
"You're going to make me go back?"
"You don't have to accept…" he shrugged shifting the gun in his palm slightly,
"Fine, deal…" Lyanna sighed loudly, though he could tell she was excited to be getting her toy's.
"Shake on it," they shook hands, and he quickly paid for the goods before paying an extra 20p for a bloody bag, robbing bastards. Lyanna was buzzing when he gave her the bag and even as they headed back to the food court he didn't think anything could slow her down. As they reached the ice cream parlour Jon was determined to stay out of sight, he really didn't want to be sat waiting around, so he waited to the side watching Lyanna head inside before quickly firing off a text to let Dany know.
| Jon: I'm Explorin', have fun! Text me when you're done! :)
He didn't wait for her to receive the text sneaking back the way he came and going to explore while he still had the chance. He hated shopping, there were always too many people about, and they all just made him feel uncomfortable. Jon ended up in the first interesting shop he could find, one by the name of 'Code Name', a shop that sold pretty much sold a little of everything, the cool gadgets and gizmos to fancy dress, magic trick and pranks to pick and mix with comics in between. He looked at it all in wonder, not sure where to start though he hadn't managed a second step when his phone went off…
| Dany: Where the hell are you? -.-
| Jon: Are you sure you want to know, it's been like days…
| Dany: 30 minutes! -_- You could have waited!
| Jon: You two seemed to get cosy and I was bored
| Dany: Just tell me where you are, you ass.
| Jon: That's not very nice :(
| Dany: FFS JON
| Jon: 'Code Name'
Years of military service and he was terrified of facing her, and the reprimand that was surely coming his way. He knew he'd pushed his luck leaving her in the ice cream parlour with Joreh and Lyanna, but she did seem to be enjoying herself catching up, so why not? He was looking through the pranks and weird stuff when he caught the movement in the corner of his eyes as she peered around the corner. Jon watched as she marched towards him, eyes narrowed, fists clenched, the bag in her hand swaying with every step she took. Someone wasn't happy… Still, he couldn't help look behind her for any sign of Joreh or little Lyanna, not quite sure if it was relief or disappointment that he felt when they weren't there. His attention shifted back to Dany as she stopped in front of him, her arms folded over her chest while she glared up at him silently,
"You're missing someone," he said pointing behind her.
"Wow…" Dany shook her head slightly, "You're a fucking comedian,"
"Calm down," he put his hands out feeling all too well like he was trying to tame a wild animal, "You seemed to be enjoying yourself, I didn't think you'd be that bothered,"
"You just left me with him you ass,"
"I'm more surprised you left him, to be honest," he pressed his lips together as she blinked clearly taken back by the comment until she turned around, intent on leaving. He didn't give her the chance, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his chest,
"Get off me," she attempted to get out of his hold but he tightened his grip and nuzzled against her throat. "He's a colleague," her fingers paused on his wrist and she tilted her head closer to his so her nose brushed against his cheek. "It didn't mean I wanted you to ditch me with him,"
"I was bored, you two were talking amongst yourself all warm and cosy and when the opportunity presented itself I got the hell out of there,"
"So you were jealous?"
"Jealous of what, you could have stayed, explored with him and met me at the car afterwards… it wouldn't have bothered me," he shrugged, knowing it probably would have, a little.
"Why…" she trailed off shaking her head, "I really can't be bothered, let's just go." She turned on her heels trying to leave once again only her cut her off pulling her into a hug, "For fuck' sake, get off me," she mumbled. Yet she didn't pull away and he couldn't help smiling as her arms looped around him,
"Aww, it's okay…" he leaned closer to her ear aware that they were stood hugging at the back of the store, "You'll see him again when you go back to work," he whispered pressing his lips together as she mumbled 'I hate you' against his throat. As he released her, he turned her around and pulled her down the aisle with all the pranks and jokes. There was everything from the age-old fake poo to the timeless classic of whoopee cushions; it was a kid's paradise and going down the aisle he could see the flicker of the smile on her face though it was clear she was trying hard to suppress it. Jon left to grab a basket and returned to find Dany with a handful of realistic rubber bugs and flies to stick on walls, or in this case the side of Margaery's Tent. He also put some fart spray in the basket, some snappy gum, smoke bombs, sticky poo and three padlocks that were sure to piss someone off at some point.
Dany startled him once more as she was again pulling him along, you'd think he'd be used to it by now but he wasn't, as he tried to figure out what she was going to do next as they headed into the fancy dress section of the store. He watched amused as she moved to the side grabbing a 1920s black flapper headband with the feathers before he was having to lean forwards so she could place it on his head. She stepped back a smile across her face as she admired her handiwork and he couldn't help scrunch his face up
"Need your hair down for this, methinks," Dany mumbled more to herself as she moved closer again, her fingers pulling at the band of his hair as she caught his gaze. "There you look like a proper lady now," Jon shook his head failing to suppress the smile tugging at his lips as he stole her phone from her hands before she could take photographic proof of the monstrosity.
They tried on a few different hats acting out the parts between the isles and no doubt making a complete fool of themselves but it was fun. Whether he was wearing a Smurf's hat or Dany was wearing a red visor and peering off into the distance to look for her putt in golf he really was enjoying his time with her. Of course, there was also the devil, the naughty nurse and a halo outfits that set his mind racing once again and the knowing looks she gave him told him she knew exactly what she was doing.
"We have to try some of these on," she suggested as they moved to the more professional lines of fancy dress costumes. In this section, there were full outfits to choose from, from buzz light year to the IT clown, "Which ones do you think?" Dany asked as she wandered off down the aisle returning with a soldier's uniform and a Tarzan costume the latter of which consisted of a thong and a rag, which he defiantly was not wearing! Jon decided to take this seriously and ended picking a pirate costume and a Greek goddess costume that actually looked rather authentic, well compared to the atrocity that the Tarzan one was. Dany seemed pleased, and they headed into the changing rooms to try them on. He changed quickly and standing in front of the mirror, he just felt wrong. The army uniform was wrong, its weight, the rougher material or the cardboard armour covered with flimsy foam, it was all wrong. The hat was an officer's side cap which couldn't even be compared to the helmet he used to wear, it all made him feel hollow. He knew where his real uniform was, folded neatly, tucked away with his rifle in a trunk in mothers attic. Most of it was brand new bar the helmet that he'd kept all throughout his service and the rifle that Jeor gifted to him.
"Jon?" her voice pulled him out of his daze and he straightened up the uniform pressed a smile to his face and pushed out the curtain. He was sure his eyes were going to fall out of his head as she stood before him in all her pirate glory. The costume quality seemed to be much more impressive than stupid army costume, the brown corset hugging her curves and doing nothing but drawing all his attention to her cleavage. He was staring, he knew it, she knew it and tearing his eyes away he couldn't help work his way down her form.The skirt went to her mid-thigh length with a longer length at the back and the brown colour did nothing but draw his attention to how pale her skin was or how smooth and sexy her legs were especially as she stood barefooted in front of him. "Stop staring," she poked him with her foam sword, he hadn't even noticed that, the hat, or the bloody belt….
"I was admiring the costume,"
"What like the bikini?"
"I admire women's fashion, sue me!" he protested. It was clear she was not buying it, "I see a pirate, you need to act the part…" he said watching amused as she stood back swinging the foam sword towards him,
"Get back ye scallywags," he laughed as she closed the distance pushing him back again the wall, as the foam sword came to his throat. Her body pressing against him slightly and he couldn't help wrap his arms around her deciding to be bold and squeezing her butt, "take ye hands off me booty," she kept her voice low and raspy and he put his hands up in surrender as she stepped back a grin on her face, "Your turn,"
"I need a minute to get into character," he replied on instinct. Dany pulled a face and went to get changed and he counted to 3 before he charged after her kicking through the curtain grasping her arms and pushing her lightly but firmly against the wall. "I have you now, pirate scum." There was surprise on her face as she turned her face towards him pulling her arms gently until he released her and she turned around to face him fully. Jon couldn't help it, leaning in a kissing her lightly, smiling as she pulled away before leaning in and kissing him again, and again. The kiss deepening as her arms wrapped around her his neck, and he lifted her enjoying the way her legs wrapped around his waist. Everything else faded leaving the brush of her tongue, the pants of breath, the warmth of her body pressed against his, his mind relishing it as he moved forward pressing her against the cubicle wall feeling her fingers pulling at the Velcro to the flimsy combat pants he wore. He couldn't help but cringe knowing they couldn't do this, as much as he wanted to, here… Jon pulled his hips away pressing his forehead against hers, every time it felt like he was losing control,
"We really need to start heading back," she whispered. Jon forced his eyes open to see that she still had her eyes closed, but she was nodding to herself slightly and he agreed and put her down onto the ground. He smiled pulling away before he turned on his heels and headed back to his own cubicle, getting changed into his own clothes quickly. He hadn't even given thought to the warrior costume, but she was right, they needed to start heading back, though he couldn't help but think he'd done something wrong. He grabbed the basket sticking the costumes back on the rack before heading out to pay, taking half the payment from Dany when she caught up.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she wasn't fooling anyone, and he watched as she looked up again rolling her eyes, "Fine, I can't stop thinking…" she trailed off,
"About…"
"We're having fun right, I mean its nothing serious… It's just fun," she was searching his gaze intently as she finished and he was unsure how to react. A part of him hating that she thought it was, maybe he really was simply over thinking everything. This could just be fun, right? "I mean I'm enjoying spending time with you again, is wrong to want to be friends again after everything?"
"No, I want that too," he did. They both knew he skirted over everything thing else she said but how was he supposed to respond to that? No, it wasn't just fun. He was already attached, and it was getting worse with every damn second spent in her company, but if she wanted, he could do this… If he couldn't well he could easily go back to avoiding her forever, it would be easy, easier than riding a bike… It wasn't exactly like she stated what kind of friendship she wanted and he was currently thinking pen-pal was the only way to go. Daenerys nodded again, clearly in her own world as they walked side by side. He found that he couldn't quite get her words out of his head, 'nothing serious… Just fun' and all it did was make himself conscious about their close proximity, now he was defiantly over thinking everything. He was so lost in his own head he didn't realise she was pulling him into another store and when he looked up, he couldn't help wincing as he met the gaze of a woman holding out barely their thong her face contorting as she met his gaze until he stared at the floor. This was one store he defiantly didn't want to be seen in, let alone with Daenerys and he certainly didn't want to make eye contact with the people shopping. Daenerys still hadn't released his arm as she pulled him through the bloody store her snickering growing as pulled him through a red velvet curtain in the back of the store.
Jon froze when he looked up mouth falling open as he scanned the surroundings to the tiny box room they were now in. There wasn't much to it in truth with a till at the front with 3 racks of various sex toys and another of lingerie while the walls were full of accessories like batteries and lube. He wanted to run, hide as she released his arm and picked up some of the sexiest almost see-through underwear he'd ever seen. Yes, he was imagining her in them, tearing them off with his teeth… That was fun, the playing around, the teasing, the sex… That was all fun, right? Jon was pulled from his daze as she nudged him,
"Maybe this will help you and your wife out?" she said the words loud enough that he was sure half the damn shopping complex could hear her and it did nothing to confuse him.
"I must say you two make a lovely couple, is there anything I can help you with today?" Jon turned to see store assistant leaning against the end of the stall.
"Oh no, we're only friends." Dany said, "My friend here is having trouble with his wife… Struggling in the bedroom department, you know what I mean and after a long lengthy conversation, his wife suggested he could use a strap on… could you show him to those please?" Jon stared at her, speechless… What the actual… She pressed her lips together as the assistant looked at him sympathetically having the audacity to press his palm to his shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, I'm sure I can help you find something that's right for you," the assistant said. Jon shook his head as Dany snickered and left him there with the assistant trying to pull him along, that wasn't happening, this was not happening!
"I'm sorry about her, she gets rather embarrassed about her current non-existent sex life. I'm here for moral support really because she's looking for a blow-up doll," He paused glancing around the room slightly, "or one of those dildo's that sticks to walls…" he trailed off trying to spot where she'd got off to before he caught sight of her hair. "She's after anything that she can pretend is a real person, really. Hell's maybe you could help her out… If you know what I mean…If she asks I'll be outside," Jon winked and patted the guy firmly on the shoulder before he ducked past him and darted to the exit.
He felt at home outside among the other guys and the few children that were waiting outside and taking a seat he sat and waited quietly; he wasn't sure how long she had been but Dany's face was a mask as she exited the store though it was the tiny red bad on her wrist that got his attention. She was already shaking her head as she paused in front of him pulling a small card out of her pocket.
"Thanks a lot," Jon laughed as he got a proper look at the card with the number scribbled on the back, linking his arms with hers and pulling her along.
"You're welcome; I'm rather a great wingman… Or so I've been told," he said smiling down at her, "I'm sure I can help you out,"
"Is that so?"
"Well, you already had an ice cream date with Jorah and now you've got…" he paused pulling the card out of her pocket again, "Ben's number for your next date." Dany rolled her eyes snatching the card back before throwing in the bin.
"It seems I've lost ben's number…"
"Oh I memorised it, I've got you covered. It was 07-"
"Shut up," she grumbled rewarding him bump to the shoulder, as they walked on. Jon glanced down again catching the sight of the red bag, the curiosity bubbling over.
"So what did you get?"
"None of your business," she said. "You'll see, only and if I want you to see, but I don't, so you won't," she smiled up at him and he was picturing those see-through underwear again. Jon banished the thought not really sure what to think, if this was one of her games he would have expected her to show him exactly what she'd bought so he knew and them made sure he never got to see her wear or use it though as she was refusing he honestly had no idea what to think. The continued on to the beer warehouse and with the orders, the gang had placed they needed a flat trolley just to get it all out of there with Dany controlling the front while he was pushing. They were getting strange looks from people as they went by and looking at the near overflowing trolley it was no wonder why. They were either about to have the best party ever, or they were alcoholics ready to drink themselves into oblivion… At the car, the most they had to do was move all the camping gear onto the back seats so the beers, spirits, and the wine could all fit in the boot, though if he was honest he was glad it all fit even if it was ridiculous low the car dropped with the added weight. Jon sighed happily as he finally sat behind the wheel,
"That was the weirdest 'not date' ever,"
"You're an arse," she laughed and looking at her seeing the mirth in her eyes he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss. Dany hummed as he deepened the kiss before she seemed to catch herself. "What was that for?"
"Oh sorry, now that qualifies for the 'not date' awards,"
"I think we need to be sure…" he was surprised by her boldness as she closed the distance quickly and brought him into another kiss. He cupped the back of her neck deepening it, her tongue brushing against his own before he felt the sharp pain to his bottom lip and as she pulled back, he could taste blood on his tongue. "Now, we're even," Dany said. Jon shook his head tempted to get her back, but he knew if he did they would end up staying there all bloody day and they were already running late so instead he started the car up and set off towards the boat shack. He was glad to be on the road again even though it felt like he was driving a tank, though it meant little when the drive went so quick, mainly without incident because one areshole driver thought it would be amusing to cut in front of him, which surprisingly had Dany going absolutely crazy. He couldn't help marvel as she commanded him to catch up but thankfully they were pulling off the next turn off before he had the chance. Pulling up Dany was still pissed, her face darkening as she saw Daario and Theon were waiting at the edges of the car park….
"Where the hell have you two been?" Theon asked as the duo approached. Everyone got the text, so it wasn't like they didn't already know, they were just being nosey.
"We went shopping," he replied with a shrug before turning towards Daario, "I'm going to need your pirating skills to smuggle the precious cargo to the island."
"Fucking hell," Daario said clearly impressed, and rightly so. The boot was full, seven crates of beer, ten bottles of wine, four bottles of gin, two bottles of vodka and two large bottles of Baileys. "Could you bring anymore?"
"I don't think any more would fit in the car," Theon grumbled,
"Dany, I was wondering if you want to share a boat," Daario asked. That was it, Jon turned to see the physical battle Daenerys was clearly having with herself, whether she wanted to be nice or just let loose though he didn't need to choose because he was done with it all…
"Will you stop harassing her for fuck' sake," He could tell with the way they both turned to look at him his voice was laced in anger, he felt warm, too warm.
"I'm no-" Daario tried to argue though he cut him off.
"You are though aren't you, I heard her at the bar. She said she wasn't bloody interested yet you still went back asking her again. This is the third fucking time in less than a half day. Give it a rest…" He tried to keep his voice calm though it was a struggle especially after learning what really happened between them.
"Do you fucking speak for her?" Theon asked. The question seemed to spark his temper because he found himself closing his eyes and counting to 10 so he didn't do something stupid.
"No, he doesn't speak for me, but he's not wrong Theon," Dany said. He opened his eyes in time to see her turn towards Daario. Gone was the easy smiles, any hint of amusement and in its place was a mask of indifference as she continued. "I don't want to share your fucking boat, your bastard car, or your damn tent," Dany said, her voice laced with anger as she stared Daario down for a moment. Jon watched as she turned on her heels and started rummaging through the boot for her things and he quickly moved to do the same. They piled the crates and bottles on the banking and Theon stayed there as he and Daario followed Dany to the boat shack. Fish, and damp, that's all he could smell as he entered through the doors, fishing trophies adorned the walls with shelves full of things one might need on the lake. Jon ignored it all pulling his phone out and showing the email Robb had forwarded him earlier on to the clerk behind the till. It showed their reservations for loaning the boats, with the additional one now that he and Dany were racing. The clerk nodded, taking the registration number to the car before he led them out the back door to where the boats were moored. Jon made sure to stay a step behind Dany as they walked along the walkway because he was eager to see her reaction to the simple fact that they had to actually row to the Isle of faces. Dany whipped around a smile pulling at her lips as she shook her head.
"You knew didn't you?" she asked. They continued following the clerk and Daario who was now nearing the boats,
"What are you talking about?"
"You knew we'd have to actually row over there,"
"What aren't you feeling confident anymore?" he asked. He wasn't questioning her strength, he knew she'd push him all the way, it was just this time he was determined not to get distracted.
"Yes," she huffed out a breath as she continued, "I just want you to know that I hate you and I'm not helping to ferry the beer over," Jon laughed reeling himself in when Daario turned and gave him a questioning look,
"I can accept those terms," he said to Dany before he turned to Daario, "We had a race heading up to the Eerie, she won… She cheated, but she won." he could see from the corner of his eye's that Dany was shaking her head, "So we're having another race to settle it," he said. Daario nodded though Jon didn't miss accusation and a hint of jealousy in his eyes but it passed quickly as Daario turned back around. "You'll make up for it later," he whispered to Dany when he was sure Daario wasn't watching, a promise, a threat, he didn't know but he was going to get her back for every little bit of teasing he's been on the receiving end of,
"If you win," she whispered back,
"I don't know, I'm feeling confident," he crossed his arms over his chest watching as Daario climbed into one of the bigger boats he was sharing with Theon and set off back to where all their supplies were at the other side of the banking,
"I don't know Jon…" Dany said. He watched as she closed her eyes and tilted her neck from side to side, "You said the same about climbing the eerie, I guess we'll see won't we…" It was clear she was going to get in the boat, collect her belonging and then head off without him,
"You have to wait for me,"
"I'll need to think about that,"
"Oh, shush and get in the bloody boat." Dany rolled her eyes but accepted his help into the boat as he climbed into his own boat. They all met up on the banking with Daario and Theon helping to stick the Alcohol on the two boats while Dany helped with their supplies, thankfully it didn't take long and he waved the guys off before he climbed back in his boat and pulled up alongside Dany in her boat.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Dany nodded, and he rolled his wrist before starting the count, "3…" As soon as the word left his mouth she was off, he really should have seen that coming… Jon shook his head before he slowly set off to catch up, he found that it wasn't actually so bad. The sun was close to setting and even with the odd splash, it was a rather calming experience. When he finally managed to catch up with her, he made sure to stay level glancing over, wishing they'd shared the boat so he could experience this with her. Jon pushed himself pulling ahead and pausing at around the midway point to have a break smiling like a fool when she stopped alongside him.
"Are you tired, Jon?"
"No, I was just giving you a chance to catch up," he turned his attention towards her leaning back and rolling his shoulders, "How are you finding it?"
"It's not that bad," she said quietly, "I'm looking forward to the back massage you're giving me when I win."
"Another one…"
"I wasn't joking, it really was great…"
"Well, I might have to see how your messages are when I win,"
"You aren't winning Jon," Jon rolled his eyes shifting his attention the packet of sweets Dany was currently opening, gummy bears. She stuck one in her mouth before she gestured the packet towards him only instead of reaching out to offer him one, she threw one that smacked him straight in the forehead bouncing into the water. Dany laughed before trying again, he was sure she was just throwing them at him randomly at him… He managed to get two before they set off again, and he made sure to lull behind, letting her bask in false hope, as they rowed onwards to the island.As they neared, he made sure to pull alongside her, winking her way, enjoying the disbelief, the way she laughed as he pulled his tongue out. He had to give her credit despite the few curses thrown his way she pushed onto the very end but it still wasn't enough, as she hung her head low in defeat and sat in the boat at the edge of the banking. Jon quickly climbed out pulling his boat on to the shore looking up and grimacing as Daario strode over to where Dany was,
"Thanks, but I can do it myself," he heard Dany say as he pulled his boat further on to the shore, "Bugger off…"
"I'm only trying to help," Daario protested.
"I've just told you, I don't want your help."
"But you'll accept his help?" Daario said. Jon looked up in time to see Daario point his way, what the hell had he done? Here he was pulling his own boat on the banking…
"I'm not helping anyone," he replied. Not that Daario paid him any mind; he was focusing solely on Dany. Jon wanted Daario to leave her alone, and it wasn't for pride or desire it was for the simple fact that this camping trip was everyone's getaway.
"I don't see what your problem is," Daario said, clearly having ignored him. He could see that Daenerys was now getting worked up, nostrils flaring as she stood back straight staring Daario down,
"You realise we keep having the same fucking conversation every time we speak. You can't just be fucking normal and talk about football or the weather. You always come out with some comment about my appearance," she took a deep breath before she continued. "I'm NOT interested in you, I never will. So stop with the flowers, the texts and just leave me alone," she smiled tightly, and he knew he was staring so he quickly got back on with what he was doing.
"Why…" Jon winced as Daario spoke up again, "I've already apologised for what happened," Daario said. Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he knew now he wanted to be anywhere else in the world.
"Do I need a reason? I suppose using my friend would be up there," Dany lifted her hand above her head and he could see where this was going so he decided to grab his bag and head towards the camp to give the duo some privacy, "No, Jon you stay your arse there," she said. He felt like a kid again throwing his head back to look up to the sky before he turned around to see them both looking at him. "Daario, me and Jon used to date when we were younger… for years. We fell out and pretended each other didn't exist and yet despite all that we are still friends and I want to spend as much time as I can with him and all my other friends." She sighed running her palms down her face before she looked towards Daario again, much calmer this time. "I'm open to being your friend and hanging out, but not if you can't move past all this..." he watched it all and not for the first time she amazed him. Jon was sure if the roles were reversed and he had to deal with this there would be blood and shouting, with possible threats. Daario nodded slowly clearly second guessing himself,
"I'm sorry it's just that…"
"Okay, I think that's enough talking for one day," He cut in quickly receiving a look from Daario that said he expected an explanation but later, way later… The three of them stuck all the alcohol in one of the smaller boats as well as their belongings before Daario lifted the back and he quickly grabbed the front with Dany keeping a hold of the side so it didn't tip as they manoeuvred through the trees. He had no idea when Theon left but he was already cursing the lazy bastard as they neared the camp, the boat was fucking heavy, add that to the uneven terrain and the sticks and brushes they had to avoid, it was a pain. Jon laughed when he pushed through the clearing and everyone cheered, though he was more relieved when Robb climbed up to help, them sit the boat down near the camp. He felt sluggish by the time they put the boat down, ready to sit and relax but first he needed to stick his tent up. Sansa passed him the tent she'd brought, and he smiled before he was heading out again, not before glancing up to find Daenerys heading in the opposite direction. He'd been here a few times and knew exactly where he was going, it was a place at the opposite side of the 'Circle' and far enough away from camp that he couldn't hear anything beyond the water lapping against the banking. As he pulled the tent out the sleeve, he was rather impressed with the tent Sansa brought him, it was big enough to fit six but he supposed it would be nice to have space. Once the tent was up, he decided to explore the surrounding around his tent for some wood and rocks so he could build a tiny fire outside his tent for the night, somewhere to relax and drink beer… He should have asked Dany to share, they could have done this together, would that have been to forward, It was only fun after all...
No, no it really wasn't.