Notes:
I know… It's been a while. Unfortunately for me I have social anxiety and depression. At times I struggle to write more than 10 words while others I can write thousand but I guess I just wanted to explain myself more than anything. I started on some depression meds to help me get by and while they did help in some ways I really struggled when it came to work and writing. I think it sums it up nicely to say I've written more in the last couple of days than I have in 2 months and that's with shifting through my many drafts that are beginning to litter my hard drive. So I'm sorry again, and well we're on the home stretch, so let the games begin.
P.S I love this story and I do plan on finishing it, I have a few chapters ready that just need a bit of TLC before I can upload them but just to confirm I will finish it. (one way or another)
I'm sorry for the mistakes you'll probably come across! I hope you enjoy :)
Jon
She was fidgety. It was something he noticed as they headed back to her tent. As in you'd have thought he was marching her to the block to lose her head, with how she was acting. Yes, the thought of going back to the tent was a little nerve-wracking but he was sure there had been something there all day. It wasn't like he could blame the teasing either, he defiantly hadn't taken full advantage of that, but there was something and all he knew was that she wasn't ready to talk about it yet. Whether that was the same conversation that they needed to have or it was something else he didn't know. There was just a lot to talk about, a real lot. It wouldn't happen all at once… He knew that much at least but it would. First, they had tonight. There were so many ways the night could go, but all he wanted to do was surprise her. Do the opposite of whatever she was expecting, make her smile or laugh. Well, if they ever got back to his tent when they still needed to get back to hers. Whether that was tonight or tomorrow morning, it was anyone's guess.
Theon was climbing out of her tent when they got there, clutching a box of condoms in his hand as he smiled and shook his head, clearly in a world of his own. Jon glanced at Dany to gauge her reaction as she pulled a face and shrugged just before Theon turned around and spotted them. It was amusing watching Theon's attempts to hide the box behind his back like he was a naughty child caught with something he wasn't supposed to have though when he spotted a nervous-looking Dany. That was the real game-changer, as his eyes widened and the smile fell away. The next thing he knew Theon was approaching her,
"Shit, are you okay babe?" he asked, moving closer and weirdly reaching out for her like that was normal. Even Dany looked confused as she recoiled from the wild hand and laughed awkwardly.
"I'm going to ignore whatever the hell that was," Dany said as she glanced his way looking as confused as he felt. "You don't need the divider up after all," she explained as she turned back to Theon. He was still trying to figure out if Theon was drunk or not or if he'd lost his mind.
"I won't need it anyway…" Theon replied, looking a little too smug in his bloody boots. "Where are you off to?" he asked as he looked between them frowning. It wouldn't take a genius to figure it out.
"I'm sleeping with Jon,"
"She's sharing my tent," Jon quickly clarified laughing at how mortified she looked before she took a deep breath and ducked into her tent, out of sight. Not out of mind. There was a new puzzle to solve though especially with Theon stood there. Naturally, it was a straight flip between Nymeria and Arianne, beyond that he had no idea. He always expected Arianne and Daario to stop trying to drive each other crazy long enough to hit it off. Either way, it didn't matter he would find out in the morning.
The silence seemed to stretch with Theon stood awkwardly to the side while they could hear Dany shuffling around inside the tent. He decided to take a seat, wait and give his mind a break from overthinking the night. It was crazy how much one person could consume him, though once he stopped pretending the flood gates opened and here they were. Here they were indeed... Dany thankfully emerged from her tent with her supplies sooner opposed to later, though her face was still pink with embarrassment and he quickly climbed up to take a bag off of her.
"That's what I meant by the way," she mumbled as he took the bag from her grasp. Jon was nearly floored when he realised her cheeks weren't just slightly hued from embarrassment. She was wearing makeup. It caught him off guard as he let his eyes map over her face, the colour to her cheeks, mascara? To be fair, he never paid much attention to the names of makeup, but they made her beautiful eyes stand out even more if that was at all possible, but that narrowed in compassion to her lips, sinful, a shade of red designed by the devil himself and all he wanted to do was taste them. Jon shook his head, trying to curve the feeling of smugness at the very fact she was trying tonight. Not that she needed to, like at all, but fuck! He couldn't take his bloody eyes off of her, meeting her gaze as she narrowed her eyes, "What?"
He was smiling, couldn't stop himself, "Nothing," he replied, as he focused on her bag and slid it onto his back. "Besides, you don't need to explain yourself to me," he continued, well aware that Theon was still stood there watching them silently, weirdo. Dany peeked around his shoulder to spot Theon before she scoffed and shook her head.
"You're not funny," she whispered, pouting adorably until Theon moved closer. It was amusing the way she tried to save face by frowning and pushing at his chest, create some distance, not that it worked as he stood unmoving. "Do you need something from us Theon?" she asked. He didn't know what was going on, but Theon definitely seemed to be nervous about something.
"No, no… I'll see you later," He replied, turning on his heels and clutching the box against his chest tightly, they watched him go in silence, more confused than anything though he couldn't say he particularly cared, like at all, his mind was otherwise occupied.
"So, have you got everything?" Jon asked as Theon disappeared into the distance. Dany nodded and linked their arms together before they set off back to the tent. It was his turn to take his time as they walked back in silence; his mind struggling to move beyond pure animalistic urges and nothing could beat the thought of tearing the clothes off her body the minute they passed the threshold of the tent. No, he wasn't going to do that, it was too predictable, and he wanted this to be different. It was crazy how nervous he felt. He had no rules, there were no exceptions, and yet this was by far the most nervous he had ever felt on this trip. Of course, that didn't include seeing her for the first time. Not that he would ever admit to it if someone asked. The walk back to their camp for the night was peaceful, and he took the time to reflect on the day. It had genuinely been a lot of fun. They'd spent time talking and learning one another again, a familiarity that he didn't know he missed, and he did. So, fucking much! Jon paused, reaching out to stop her, smiling at the confused look on her face until he quickly leaned in and kissed her. Enjoying the way her lips almost peeled off his own, as he stepped away and set off again smirking as she chuckled and had to catch up with him again.
Every other step, he stopped pressing a shallow kiss to her lips, but it wasn't enough, and as they got back to the tent, Jon dropped her bag on the floor before turning to her slowly, smiling at the knowing look on her face before he reached out and brought her close. Just looking down at her, he took a deep breath before he leaned in and kissed her, a proper kiss this time. He was vaguely aware of her sleeping bag slipping to the floor as her arms wrapped around him. Her body pressed against his, a soft moan spilling from the back of her throat. Gods, the taste of her, just holding her in his arms, he was sure he could do it all night, he just needed to breathe. Jon pulled away surprised as she pressed her forehead against his and took a moment to gather her breath.
"Are you trying to get me in bed Jon?" she asked, her voice almost breathless as she pulled away to look at him. He felt a little off guard by the question searching for some witty reply in his head though instead he was distracted by the closeness as he cupped her cheek, and brushed his thumb gently across her lips. He wanted to smudge it all across her body, and he would be pretty disappointed if he didn't achieve that by the end of the night.
"Is it working?" Jon challenged, amused when she shook her head, drawing his thumb between her teeth as he continued. "No, I'm going to annoy you," he whispered, needing to remind himself, it was way too easy to get lost in her, with her. Just watching the way she teased his thumb between her teeth before she released him and rolled her eyes.
"Well, you're terrible at that." She replied in a whisper, leaning in and pecking him on the lips, making him smile again. He let her little dig slide. It wasn't like he'd even started yet…
"Well, I've got all night," Jon replied, kissing her again as he held her close. It felt different tonight more open like they were on the same page or at the very least trying to be, and if he was honest, he couldn't get enough of her. It was nice just standing there holding each other, lost in the moment wrapped in each other's arms, until he felt her shiver. It was a straight toss-up between getting the fire going and cuddling in bed, though he supposed he wanted to get the bed and everything else sorted before anything. Jon focused on getting the sleeping bags put together again, noting the strange sense of relief he felt as he connected them up. It felt right! Just cuddling, holding her in his arms felt right, but those were thoughts for another day. Once he was done with the bags, he switched on the lamp, took a seat and turned his attention to Dany as she locked them away for the night once again. He smiled as she quickly took her coat off and folded it away in the corner before she crawled over and took a seat across from him, within reach.
There was a sort of nervous anticipation then, one that was worming away in his gut, but it was easier to see the effects from her. Watching the way she continuously fidgeted, picking at her nails or found a loose thread on her clothes that needed her attention when he caught her looking his way. Jon was happy to sit there and watch her suffer. Letting his mind shift to last night and how easily things could have escalated beyond what they did, she was near naked all night, and yet they didn't, and had much changed since then? Had they talked through everything that they needed to? No, but they would. They needed to, especially if this was to go beyond the trip.
"So what's the plan for tonight?" she asked, pulling him from his thoughts. Jon caught the way she glanced up before she glanced back down at her nails as he caught her watched her silently as she continued; pressing his lips together as she glanced up again before she shook her head and looked back down, snickering to herself. "I'm not nearly drunk enough for this," Dany laughed. Jon watched as she crawled over to her bag and pulled out the expensive bottle of Rum that she bought from the bar, clearly saving it for a special occasion.
"For what?" he wondered aloud. Dany glanced up at him as she crawled back, taking her place from before in front of him and settled the bottle between her legs. There was no way she was going to be getting drunk, certainly not after last night. Whatever torture he could think of he wanted her to remember, torture. He was surprised that she hadn't figured out that he was soft when it came to her!
"What?"
"What aren't you drunk enough for?" he clarified trying to tame the grin on his face as he watched her. There was zero chance she knew what he had planned unless that was absolutely nothing; at this point, he was winging it… Which could be terrifying though not when every thought revolved around wanting to spend bloody time with her like some sort of moony-eyed idiot.
"Whatever you have planned," she stated quickly focusing back on the bottle. He knew technically there were no rules between them but there was a devilish plan forming in his head as he watched her fighting with the lid. A smile pulling at his lips as he knew how much it would annoy her too…
"I think we've had enough," he said quickly, giving her a pointed look as she glanced up a smirk playing at her lips as she very slowly unscrewed the top. Dany held his gaze as she lifted the bottle pausing just before the rim could touch her lips,
"What you going to do about it?" she taunted. Jon surged forwards snatching the bottle from her hands and screwing the lid back on. Looking up and watching the way she frowned playfully, her eyes narrowing slightly before she was surging forwards. Jon laughed, stretching his arms out trying to put the bottle somewhere it wouldn't smash, or hurt them, as her body crashed against his. He knew exactly what she was doing, well, trying to do, as he captured her hands to stop her from pulling at the buttons to his jeans and rolled them over pinning her on top of the sleeping bags. "I'm not sure how you managed to keep still all night," she said breathlessly. He understood what she meant, after last night he imagined it was ten times worse with how high the bar had been raised… It also defiantly helped not to know, not that she at all knew what he had planned. He imagined she had a lot of thoughts about the possibilities, which was why he really did want to do something outside the box… Just looking at her kiss bruised lips he wanted to kiss her again, but he knew if he did there was a big possibility he would lose control, and he wasn't quite sure if he wanted that, just yet. Still, he couldn't help to lick his lips, a plan forming in his head as he met her gaze, leaning down and pecking her on the lips. Dany pushed forward, her tongue running along the seam of his mouth, demanding entry though he pulled away and shook his head, stretching her arms higher, so she laid back down.
"Slow down," he whispered, leaning in again, slower this time. Pressing his lips to hers lightly, releasing her arms as he deepened the kiss, enjoying the way her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him down. Slow, breathing in her scent, the taste of her tongue he wanted this to be something she would remember. A milestone in their story… Jon broke the kiss, sitting back on his knees and looking down at her taking amusement at how fidgety she became as he eyed her from head to toe. "Hmm, Stand up," he commanded softly, taking a moment to lay back and get comfortable crossing his arms under his head as he turned his attention back to her. "Strip,"
"Jon…" she whined, falling silent before she grinned darting over to the lamp to switch it off. He snorted as her face fell when she realised the moonlight seemed to illuminate the inside of the tent just as much, "Damn it. The stupid moon, close your eyes," she pleaded pouting adorably. Jon couldn't say he understood her trepidation, though he supposed he could give her what she wanted in this case,
"Are you really that bothered, after last night?" he asked. After that and everything that happened why was she so trepid about this? What was her problem? He found it easy to open up to her, well she saw his scars though he supposed he hadn't shared the story that accompanied them yet… Jon shook himself from falling down the long and narrow path, focusing back on her as she begun fidgeting again,
"This is different…" she sighed looking down at her socks, "Please?" Jon smiled softly and closed his eyes trying to think of why, and more importantly what he could do to reassure her. It was rather difficult to keep his eyes closed as he heard her moving around, rustling in her bag as she mumbled inaudibly under her breath and the time defiantly stretched until she seemed to laugh.
"What?" he asked. Listening as she froze whatever she was doing, he imagined her smiling as she concocted whatever plan she had come up with, watching him as she thought of a response before she stepped closer leaning over him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Don't worry; I won't be a second," she dashed back up to her feet amongst more shuffling and chucking. Jon waited patiently, noting her seconds' stretching until he felt her fingers on his cheek, her hair tickling his face as she hovered over him. His hands where gripped and pushed above his head, "keep your eyes closed," she whispered against his lips. His mind trying to figure out what she was doing, intrigued as she kissed him hard for a moment before she was shuffling into the sleeping bag under him.
Once she was settled Jon opened his eyes rolling over so he could see her, narrowing his eyes at the lip of the sleeping bag up to the top of her throat hiding herself away.
"You can follow instructions then?"
"My clothes are over there," she stated, holding the top of the sleeping bag against her as she nodded behind her. "You could always come in and find out…" she laughed. Jon shrugged before he quickly undressed feeling her gaze on him as he pulled his t-shirt off and started at the button of his jeans. There was a relief when he pulled the buttons to his jeans free; he'd been bloody hard most of the day, and now was no different as he climbed into bed. He made sure to leave some space between them, not that he was getting beyond the death grip she had on the sleeping bag, he was content to wait until she was comfortable though. There was a smirk on her face that he couldn't place, surprise though that was probably at the space he left… He had a plan now; every time she didn't follow his commands he was going to do something that would ruin the mood and probably annoy her in the process…
"Are you alright?" he asked, noticing that smirk was only growing as he watched her. He knew this was different and with the way things were escalating she probably had so a rough idea that he would get her to the tent and fuck her till she couldn't walk and as tempting as that was–defiantly wasn't off the cards either–he wanted to take his time.
"Yes." She replied quickly the smirk still their even if her deathlike grip on the bags showed that she was at least a little nervous. Jon glanced at her deathlike grip on the sleeping bag watching the smirk widen before he squeezed his hand under the tiny gap mouth falling open when he felt the material. He narrowed his eyes as she laughed tearing the lip of the sleeping bag from her grip so he could see her and the damn onesie from the first night. Jon surged forwards grasping her right arm in his left and rolled her on to her back, pinning arms above her head.
"What should I do with you, huh?" he wondered hovering over her, listening to her quickened breaths and watching the way she bit her lip. Her eyes blown as she painted a nonchalant mask on her face and shrugged. Jon shook his head taking a moment to follow the path of the buttons, imagining popping them open revealing her moon kissed skin, opening her like a present but he sighed releasing her and quickly pulling his jeans on.
"Where are you going?" she asked quickly climbing up after him, he could have smacked himself for how it looked. There was panic on her face, and he wanted to smack himself again as he pulled her against his chest, swallowing hard as his mind rushed back to a different time,
"I'm only going to get the fire going so we can sit out there," he said quickly pressing his lips to hers, reprimanding himself as she tried to pull away, to retract herself from his arms but he didn't let her. Kissing her again, bringing her back to this moment because there was little doubt what she was thinking about… He watched her shake herself from her thoughts as she smiled tightly and pressed her face against his throat,
"Why?"
"I think it'll be nice."
"Jon," she sighed, leaning away just enough so she could see him, "Is this because of this?" she pulled at the collar of her onesie, "I'll take it off," she stated, and he believed her but they were still going outside.
"I think it'll be a little too cold to be sat out there with nothing on," he replied.
"You're not funny."
"Then wh-"
"Don't," she stated, trying her damned hardest to keep a straight face as she turned around and started to pull a blanket out from under the sleeping bags. Jon turned away and headed out quickly, getting a small fire before he sat back. It was beautifully quiet, well except for her mumbling and shuffling in the tent. This was his spot when he came with Ghost, the pup was only four or five months old chewing everything he could get his little teeth into, sniffing everything, exploring a little but never out of sight. He went further as he gained his confidence, he was a curious thing and when morning rolled through Jon was led across the damned isle when he wanted to catch a bloody pigeon that unfortunately landed by his food bowl. Ghost chased after it, listening to no reason until Jon caught him. He remembered picking him up, wanting to reprimand him but Ghost just looked at him panting, his tail wagging as he tilted his head to the side curiously and barked.
Jon laughed putting him back down following his lead as the pup explored the island, finding all the good spots, the spots where people didn't usually go, untouched with birds and wildlife in was better to focus on those than the very possibility that she could be still hung up on how everything between them went to shit. No, hung up was the wrong word for it but there was something… The jump to arms, the panic when she thought he was just going to walk out and leave her… Gods, he was so fucking stupid.
"It's fucking cold," Dany grumbled as she strode out the tent wrapping the blanket around her form as she moved closer.
"It's refreshing," he corrected pulled her down onto his knee, snuggling up against her and pressing small kisses to any skin he had access to enjoying the way she sighed and leaned back against him,
"This would have been much better in the tent," she complained, though he knew it was only half-heartedly it was, after all, a beautiful night.
"This would have been much better if you weren't wearing so much clothing," he shot back.
"I'll take it all off if we go back in."
"But you disobeyed my command," he tsked shaking his head slightly, "and now you have to face the punishment," he said gesturing to the little fire and their surroundings, see he was too bloody soft with her.
"This is the worst," she replied though there was humour in her voice as she pulled the blanket up around them.
"And you have to answer a question," he decided, what's the point of having all the power if he wasn't going to use it?
"And if I don't?"
"I haven't decided if I want to strip you down and march you back to your tent or if I want to start teasing you again… I mean I do have all night," he stated nonchalantly
"Don't let the power go to that pretty little head of yours," she mimicked turning her face to look at him. "So what do you want to know?"
"Why are you hiding away from me?"
"I'm not hiding from you. I was at first …" she smiled shyly, "it's weird…"
"I guess it's been a while see we saw one another," he said. Somewhere between six or seven years,
"Let's not talk about that tonight," she mumbled leaning up to press her lips against his cheek before she pulled away, turning back towards the fire. "Tomorrow?" she said in question. Jon nodded faintly, "Tomorrow," she said again firmer as she tucked her head under his chin. Jon knew it wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't going to be a walk in the park; it would take time like all the wonderful things did. He wasn't sure how long they just sat there in the silence chuckling as Dany fought off his cold hands as he fought to get them under that damn onesie. She was having none of it, her elbows digging in to his chest as she wiggled to keep his hands away, though she stopped when his hands began to wonder, working slowly up her body. Dany sighed leaning back as his hands cupped her breasts over the stupid material, soft with an underlying firmness. She was smiling as he pressed a chaste kiss against her cheek and he was smiling as her hand covered his, he began moving his hands again slowly working along her shoulders, down her arms before he worked up her side again, grinning as he poked her. Dany huffed squirming away before she turned on him attacking him, poking him in the stomach until their lips found each other's, and they were kissing again.
Dany kept her word as they entered the tent, hastily popping open the buttons on her onesie but he stopped her. Stilling her hands as he closed the buttons again reframing from trying to steal a peek, he already knew what he wanted to do when he considered the stupid onesie though he didn't think she'd let him burn it. Taking even more bloody time to take it off did seem a fitting punishment, punishment? Yeah, she was sure to hate it! Jon huffed out a laugh brushing her hair behind her ear, "Lay down,"
"I thought you wanted me to take this off?" she asked as she followed his instructions, laying down in the open sleeping bags. Jon followed after her, hovering, watching her like prey,
"Oh, it's coming off," he replied, happy that she laughed again. "One way, or another,"
"I'm going to find ya, Im gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya" she sang, closing her eyes her fingers straying and poking at him. Jon sat back unable to contain the smile as he watched her, laughing when he caught her gaze. "Come here," she said, there was a smile on her face she reached for him pulling him back on to her, catching himself on his hands at each side of her head. His heart thumping in his chest as she reached up digging her fingers into his hair, pulling him down against her bringing their lips together. Smiling into it, happy at the slower pace, trailing his lips along her jaw as she tilted her head to the side to give him access. Her rugged breaths feeding him as he paused, drawing her earlobe between his teeth gently, working down her throat, circling her pulse with his tongue trailing kisses down until he got to the neckline of the stupid onesie again. Biting the tip of the collar and pulling, arching a brow when the top button popped open.
Dany pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt and he pulled away just enough so she could pull it over his head, her hands palming his chest, fingers drawing over the lines of his muscle though he shook his head pulling away. Tearing the sleeping bags open further if that was at all possible before he focused back on the buttons, smacking her hands away when she reached for him,
"This is very important work," he murmured, looking into her eyes, "I can't be having you distract me just yet,"
"I'm starting to think I went easy on you last night," she huffed,
"Are you annoyed yet?" he asked smirking as she sighed and shook her head. Jon focused back on the buttons popping them open one by one slowly watching the material pull away revealing her light creamy skin. He followed the line over the mound of her breasts revealing the valley between them, down across her belly, stopping just before her waist line. There was the urge to tear it from her body but he checked himself noting her chest heaving, her eyes closed, and fingers fisting the sleeping bags under them. Jon licked his lips leaning in and placing a kiss to her collarbone stifling the urge to laugh as she huffed though if anything it made him take his time. Following the trail left by the stupid onesie kissing, biting nibbling her skin, enjoying the way she gasped fidgeted beneath him. Jon sat back pulling her against him, his hands holding hers behind her back as she pressed against him, his mouth exploring her skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses between the mounds of her breasts, his mouth seeking, latching on to her pebbled tips, teasing them with his teeth, flicking his tongue over her nub enjoying her reaction, her breath laboured, as she leaned her head against him.
He released her hands, pushing the material over her left shoulder working to release her arm, drawing his fingers across her skin, past her elbow until he could free her hand. Trailing his lips over her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm as she cupped his jaw bring his mouth back to hers. Jon allowed her a moment, a small shallow kiss as she huffed out a laugh and he focused back on the stupid onesie still covering way too much of her. Once he freed her other arm, he pulled away drawing his fingers down her back, before he laid her back down.
"Roll Over," he whispered, not wanting to break the mood that they found themselves in. Dany surprised him as she leaned forward brushing her lips against his lightly, before she did as he asked turning around and flopping to the bed. He sat back giving himself a moment to appreciate the view, the way her hair sprawled down her back on top, and underneath the material of the onesie that was now loosely covering her back, her skin, soft, almost eternal under the moonlight coming through the tent… Gathering her hair in his hand he gently drew it to the side, exposing the top of her back and giving him access to her neck though he turned his attention to the onesie. Jon drew the material away with his fingers, drawing a line along her spine stopping just before the curve of her bottom. He remembered what she wanted if she won and he decided he'd give her exactly what she wanted, starting at her shoulders, pressing, squeezing, running his fingers over her muscles. Down her back, applying extra pressure where she needed it, following it all with his lips. It was relaxing, drawing on her back, different because he wanted to prolong this, not that he was in a rush before… Jon turned his attention to the bunched up material still covering her arse, and sat back amused when she looked over her shoulder biting her lip as she moved onto her knee's stretching the material, amplifying the curve of her arse that much more, as she swayed her arse from side to side slightly. Naughty.
He shook his head needing to pop open the buttons of his jeans for relief, meeting her gaze as he smacked her arse lightly, causing her to gasp. He drew his hands over her arse, curling his fingers around the material rolling it slowly over the curve of her arse. He was salivating as he revealed her perky arse, Dany twisting pulling him onto her before he had a chance to stop her. Her Legs kicking wildly as her arms wrapped around him, pulling him down against her. Mind blank, eyes closed, her tongue curling around his, her fingers shifting pushing to get his jeans down his legs to free him until he caught himself. Pulling away just enough so he could see her, raising an eyebrow at her flustered face,
"Don't start, just…" She took a deep breath, "Come here," she whispered, Jon shook his head, rolling off of her, taking the time to pull the bloody jeans off properly before he stood up, fixed the bags and climbed into bed. "What are you doing?" she asked as he buried herself deeper into the sleeping bag before she followed him in laying beside so she could face him, and he smiled.
"Let's just go to sleep," he suggested, snuggling down further and watching her. It was clear she wasn't expecting it though maybe it was for the best, he knew she was nervous he was too though and he didn't want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable. Jon closed his eyes after she turned away from him, listening to her shuffling about before she settled down once again.
"What about the fire?"
"It'll burn out," he replied. He made sure it was only a small fire in the first place, and it was already dying out when they came back into the tent, so it wasn't going to spread of anything.
"Yeah but it's not safe,"
"It'll be fine, I promise," he whispered. He was aware that she was watching him, as she sighed. There was even more wiggling about and shuffling before she settled back down in front of him for the third bloody time. Smiling as he felt the brush of her nose against his as she shifted closed her lips against his, opening her mouth, trailing her tongue across his lips though he didn't react taking a deep breath through his nose as he got comfy. He could hear her mumbling under her breath she moved closer, throwing her leg over his waist, her hand grasping his and moving it to the low of her back. Jon needed to bite his tongue as he felt her soft skin against his fingers, her bare thighs rubbing against his legs, knowing she was naked, the hard part was stopping himself from reacting beyond that…
"You're not going to make this easy are you?" she whispered, pulling away from him altogether and tearing the sleeping bags apart, again. Jon whined when he was pushed on to his back, turning his head away from her as he felt her tug on his boxers. Dany grumbled when he rolled over as the boxers came down to his knee's fingers reaching out for the cover, or trying to, but she stopped him. Pulling the cover down with her, as she snuggled back against him throwing her leg over his waist, "Kiss me," it was a mummer against his lips as he sniffed and turned his face down to the pillow.
"Go to sleep," he mumbled, not quite able to tame his lips. Swallowing hard as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth pulling him forward before she sighed loudly when she let go
"You're so annoying,"
"Look who's talking…" he replied earning a whack to his chest as she sighed and snuggled back up against him. Jon opened his eyes to watch her frowning as she followed the lines of his scars, feeling a shift in her mood, knowing whatever he told her, the scars would only bring it down further. He closed his eyes again smiling as he thought of a way to make her laugh, pressing forward rolling over and pressing her down to the bed. Trapping her, as she giggled, shifting her body up the bed until she could see him with a small smile on her face as he met her gaze. "You're supri-" Fuck. Dany smirked as she circled his cock with her hand, wiggling her hips and pressing him against her core. Her eyes wide and searching as he stared into them, noticing the way she reached to the left before she was holding a condom between them. Ah fuck it!
Jon snatched the condom away, leaning back, as she leaned forward, her lips against his cheek, his throat, her teeth teasing his skin as he rolled the condom over his cock. Laughing as Dany threw herself at him again, her legs around his waist, her arms wrapping around his neck. He could feel her lips against his throat; he grabbed a handful of her arse and lifted her up against him as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Are you sure?" He asked quietly. The words were raspy to his own ears as she pulled away just enough so she could meet his gaze. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, he knew she was the same as their eyes met, watching the way she drew her tongue along her bottom lip, smiling softly and nodding ever so slightly. It was her actions that left no doubt, holding his gaze as he felt her hand squeeze between their bodies. He was fighting against his eyes falling shut as she palmed his cock, breath catching in his throat as she drew him through her folds once. The nails on her other hand digging into his back, her head pressed against his shoulder as she moaned softly. Jon lowered her gasping at the sensation of her tight heat enveloping the tip of his cock. Lowering her further still, taking his time, listening to her and the noises she made in the back of her throat, needing to clench his teeth together as she bit into his shoulder arching into him.
She was deliciously wet, incredibly tight, and he was fighting the will to pin her down, as she shifted in his arms pushing him back. Her teeth teasing him again as he landed on his back, opening his eyes as she sat back on her knees smiling down at him. Jon smiled drawing his hands to her hips as she placed her hands on his chest before she drew herself along his cock, lowering herself, riding him. His mind was swimming, feeling her, watching her, running his palm up her side cupping her breast in his hand, drawing a nipple between his fingers as she picked up her rhythm. The image was sinful, the noises she made, watching the way her head tilted backwards, eyes closed, lips parted, the bounce of her tits with every move he wanted to capture this image he wanted to, he needed to- Jon pulled her down, his hand cupping the back of her neck as he brought her into a messy kiss, his other hand on her arse holding her against him as he bent his knees and thrust in to her, breaking the kiss to breathe as he readjusted his hands holding her against him as he fucked her hard, good.
There was a numbing pain in his shoulders from her nails though it was drowned out by the pleasure that was simmering, amplifying as her felt the faint flutter of her walls around his cock. Rolling them over, fighting to pin her arms above her head, running his teeth along her throat as he increased the speed of his thrusts, harder, the muscles in the base of his spine tightening, so very good, a pain and pleasure entwining around his senses.
"Jo-Jon I'm going to-" she whimpered, reminding him. Stopping himself from getting lost in her… The moment the words left her lips he pulled away immediately, talking a long deep breath and basking in the cool air, laughing airily as she whined. She frowned as she reached out for him her fingers curling into his side pulling though he only smirked down at her,
"Annoyed now?" he asked, smiling as Dany pressed her lips together, trying hard to stop herself from laughing as she shook her head. Jon was certain he could get used to her sprawled out on the bed, her hair free and flowing around her, her pert breasts heaving with every laboured breath she took, her lithe waist, feet flat on the bed, legs wide her slit open, flushed with want.
"Come back," she pouted, blinking up at him.
"I'm admiring the view!" he said taking his time to draw his eyes down her again, thinking of words to describe her, "You're…" sexy, beautifully sexy, sinful even, it wasn't just the way she looked either because when you took who she was into account he didn't think there was a single word to describe her… and he let her sift through his fingers… Stupid was a fucking understatement, he was a brain dead fool…
"What?" she asked, smiling up at him shyly allowing her to pull him down, chest to chest, settling on his elbows so he didn't crush her beneath him.
"I can't think of the right word," he admitted, taking a second to draw a strand of her hair between his fingers searching for the right word; beautiful, drop dead gorgeous. Stunning, alluring, funny, charming, fascinating, exquisite, sexy, adorable, perfect…
"Try," she goaded, nosing his check, drawing his gaze back to her,
"A word doesn't seem to be enough,"
"And you said you weren't a poet," she teased, leaning in a pecking him on the lips,
"Okay, I'll give this a go," he said, leaning back again as he regarded her, going over the words in his head until he settled on the fact he couldn't do it with one word, or two… "Five words…"
"Oh," she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him close, their noses touching as he stared into her eyes,
"You're…" he trailed off trying to tame the smile fighting to show on his lips, "a pain in the arse," he stated, happy that she laughed her fingers digging into his hair as she looked into his eyes,
"There's only one problem" she replied shaking her head gravely, though her eyes were filled with mirth, "That was six words,"
"I never said I was good at maths," he replied, smiling as he watched her laugh again, unable to restrain himself anymore as he leaned forwards wanting to taste her skin again, trailing kisses along her throat biting into her ear lobe gently. Listening to the way the laugh fell away, and she nosed the side of his face, her lips searching. Turning into her, catching her lips with his own. Drawing her bottom lip into his mouth, kissing her hard as drew his cock through her folds and thrust forwards, hard, deep, breaking the kiss to breathe. Enjoying the way she moaned. The way his name rolled off her tongue, the press of her body, chest to chest. Her fingers digging into his back, pulling his hair, as he fisted the sleeping bag for leverage increasing the speed of his thrusts further. Dany was driving her hips against his with every thrust, amplifying the pleasure, eyes clouding as he felt the flutter around his cock once again. Wanting to hear her scream, the devilish thought of wanting everyone to hear her scream, squeezing his hand between their bodies to find her clit, circling with every thrust feeling her hold tighten, the pleasure rapidly building at the base of his spine. The whispered moans close to his ear growing louder with every thrust, and then a guttural moan spilling from the back of her throat as her body seized against his, her walls spasming, pressing against, a pulsing squeeze blinding him, surrounding him, consuming him as he thrust, his body tensed following her as he found his release, with her name rolling off his tongue. His senses shifting, merging, hard to process as he found her lips, continuing with slow lethargic thrusts as she held him close only breaking away when they needed to breathe. There was a beautiful smile on her face as looked down at her, unable not to smile as he pecked her on the lips again and quickly moved to clean up.
She watched his every move though perhaps the best part was the way she snuggled back against him as he climbed back into the sleeping bags, needing to pull the zip back up for the thousandth time, not that he was complaining. There was little to complain about when he was nestled against her…
"Okay?" he murmured quietly, watching as she smiled before she prized her eyes open to look at him, leaning in a pressing a chaste kiss against his lips again, she hummed
"More than okay," she said huffing out a laugh before she looked at him, "a little tired," Jon smiled before he shook his head, knowing damn well by the end of the night she was going to be so much worse… "What's that looks for?" she asked quickly, narrowing her eyes.
"I'm sorry, didn't you get the memo?" he asked, drawing his fingers down her back, pulling her on to her side and hooking her leg over his waist,
"What memo?" she whispered breathlessly, feeling his cock stiffen at the very thought of having her again though he let the silence stretch watching her silently waiting for her to… "ohm," she moaned, her eyes widening, her breathing picking up as she smiled shaking her head slightly,
"Well, I haven't finished with you just yet…"