I want to be your lover
Wipe your lipstick across my mirror

Your skin across my skin
Your hands on my hips

-Dillon

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"Working in collaboration with them, we can change our image to the public and potential customers forever whilst reducing our carbon footprint by… by…"

Daenerys stopped mid-pace across the corridor space they were sectioned to by Tyrion's office whilst they waited to go in for their pitch. She turned towards Jon who was supposed to be staring at her cue cards in case something like this happened. However he was actually staring at Daenerys whilst she was talking, so it took a bit longer for him to find the correct figure for her.

If she hadn't decided to wear that blue dress today or wasn't so engaging as she spoke then Jon felt he would have been more focused on the notes as required. He obviously couldn't give that excuse and so he had to listen to her clearly very frustrated sighing and just hoped she wouldn't begin tapping her shoe as well.

"30 per cent." Jon provided after a bit of fumbling with the cards. He kept his eyes down on the light pink cue cards now, so that he didn't mess up that task again. He could hear Daenerys begin her pacing once more.

"By 30 per cent and…" The shoes stopped. "Fuck… What do I say next?"

"Not fuck, but that we can also provide lower costs to loyal customers if we follow through with this procedure."

Jon looked up as he finished speaking and found Daenerys nodding slowly. She had needed him to prompt five times now in this little rehearsal she had practically demanded they do before they present their idea to Tyrion and the others. He wasn't sure they needed to practice and it seemed to be throwing Daenerys off more. In an attempt to calm her down a bit, he smiled, but this seemed to bring out a defensive nature in her.

"I just freak out beforehand, but it actually always goes perfectly." She was wringing her hands as she said this, still standing on the spot. It was the first time Jon had ever seen her look properly nervous and this made him warm to her more.

After the initial extremely rocky start, it seemed like they were getting along much better than predicted. The past two days they had knuckled down on their plan for the function and it was clear that they worked well as a team, but Jon was getting more and more curious about the impression he had of her before they began and how it seemed to be changing every day.

Jon had always found beautiful women intimidating especially if they had a strong personality to match it and Daenerys definitely had that, but somehow she had always sparked up an equal amount of curiosity and intimidation within him. As time ticked on he was still intimidated by her, but moments like this got him swinging more to the curious side than intimidated. Why was she so nervous? How was it possible for someone like her to be nervous? It was making her more human and, dare he say it, likeable.

"I bet you were the girl at school who was stood reading all her notes whilst waiting for the exam." Jon joked, in an attempt to make her comfortable once more and this time it seemed to work.

"That might have been me." She replied in a jokingly guilty voice before smiling. He returned the smile and at that she seemed to decide to take the seat next to him. Jon was so used to them facing each other rather than sitting side by side that he felt himself take a second to adjust to it. Daenerys seemed to be adjusting as well to attempting to relax and sit still rather than pacing the floor.

Jon didn't think through what he was about to do, but after he did it he knew it was a mistake. His hand hovered over her twitching one for just a few mere seconds before he lightly patted it. He wasn't one for physical intimacy with near strangers, so he couldn't process why he did that to Daenerys; in fact the only thought he could process after he had patted it two times was 'oh shit'. She did stop moving, but it felt like it was due to her feeling uncomfortable. Well, Jon thought, how would you feel if someone you barely knew patted your hand awkwardly? You would probably freeze as well.

In fact if he was Daenerys he would probably report Jon to HR for unprofessional and inappropriate touching in the workplace. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. He made a mental note to never touch Daenerys again.

He retracted his hand and sat on it as if his hand might disobey him and try to pat her again; he watched the way Daenerys' hands almost instantly began moving again and one of her fingers circled the spot where he had just touched her.

"Maybe you should stop freaking out before these things and it might make you calmer." Jon commented in a rather obvious attempt to beat the risk that they might be sat in complete silence for the rest of the wait if he didn't say anything.

"Is that your secret to remaining so calm?" She seemed to relax around him again after the few moments of awkwardness. She shifted her body in the seat and rested her head against her propped up elbow on the back of the chair, so she was now facing him, as if trying to give her full attention to what he was about to say. Jon didn't think it was going to be that interesting.

"Uh… no, I hate public speaking."

Jon realized as soon as the words left him that this was completely the incorrect move. Daenerys may have announced that she wanted to be fair, but did he actually trust her when she said that? And regardless of that, offering up his weaknesses on a plate to her was still not very wise to do. They had future instances of attending meetings and providing their own ideas that weren't part of this task, so now she knew what he would be bad at doing. Fucking hell, Jon, do you actually want this promotion?

She licked her lips before responding. Jon felt like he was watching the wheels in her brain store that information for later. What a stupid idiot he was.

"Well, you know what they say you should do to combat that." She looked away for a second, but her signature smirk was firmly on that face of hers and that always made him uneasy.

"I've tried everything. Imagine everyone naked..." Daenerys looked down at that, maybe she found that an unprofessional topic, but her head snapped back up at his next idea. "Or that everyone's a clown."

"What, clowns?" She let out a delicate laugh, shaking her head before continuing on. "I was going to say you just imagine your life is on the line."

"Why is it not surprising that you have the most serious idea imaginable?" Jon joked with a light laugh, but Daenerys simply shrugged.

"It works. You just imagine that if you don't do it well then your biggest fear is waiting outside to end your life. Or is going to swoop down and get you if you get a word wrong." She said it with such seriousness that made Jon wonder what kind of personal experience she was speaking from.

"Okay, I'll give it a go." Jon replied, unconvinced by the idea, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to give it a go.

"What's your biggest fear, Jon?" It didn't matter how sweet she sounded when she asked that or how it felt when she so nonchalantly said his name with softness instead of hatred, that would be one question he wouldn't answer.

"Clowns." He instead said in his most deadpan voice. Daenerys took a second before letting out a most surprised and genuine laugh at that. And that laugh caused Jon to smile as well.

"Guys," They both flicked their heads up at that, the laughing stopping as abruptly as how it started. Daario was popping his head around the corner with an almost confused grin. Maybe he was just as bemused as Jon was by the sound of Daenerys laughing. Daario had probably spent as little time with Daenerys as he had, but they must have both known how unlike her it was to laugh, whereas Daario always seemed to be finding things amusing – that was something Jon found strange.

"We're ready for you." He stayed there, waiting to show them in.

Daenerys stood first and held her hand out to Jon. It took him by surprise at first and he uncertainly held his hand out as well, but after her startled expression and a nod towards his other hand, which was still holding on tightly to her cue cards, he realised. He handed them over, unsure whether he was imagining how slowly Daenerys took it from his hand or not.

"We'll be fine," She smiled and he nodded in agreement with her.

Jon and Daenerys walked back out of Tyrion's office with stiff smiles on their faces before they let the door shut behind them and then they began to grin at each other. In fact Daenerys let out what could only be described as a squeal.

"He loved it, he loved it!" She said, taking a moment to enjoy the win.

It had gone tremendously well and Tyrion hadn't even said there was anything that needed changing, in fact he basically just told them to get on with it, to make sure they got good wine and that he was looking forward to attending.

They began walking down the corridor again with the lead of Daenerys as, Jon assumed, she wanted to continue discussing the meeting and shouting about it right in front of Tyrion's office.

"There was one part where I thought he was going to say he hated it, but I believe that was just –,"

"His face?" Jon asked, causing Daenerys to let out a little laugh again. If she carried on with all this laughing then Jon was going to start thinking he was a comedian and that would be a very disappointing career for him.

"You were very good up there. Were you using my tip?" They walked at a slow pace and Jon was happy not to return to his desk straight away just to spend a few more seconds discussing nothing much with her.

"I'm sticking with the clowns for now."

"At least you weren't imagining Tyrion naked." He didn't have to look at her to know she was wearing her smirk as she spoke.

"Yeah, I suppose the other two men wouldn't have been so bad."

A silence fell for a moment and Jon wondered what he had said wrong. He discreetly looked at her from the corner of his eye to see that she thoughtfully chewing on her lip. Maybe he should also stop making jokes around Daenerys as well as inappropriately touching her.

"Hey," Her voice took him as being commanding even though it was perhaps meant with casualness and so he stopped walking, giving her time to walk around him and plant herself in front of him with a determined expression. Jon didn't know what to expect next. "We should go out for a celebratory drink tonight."

She didn't even ask it like a question, of course she didn't. His tongue felt like it was compelled to say yes, but he stopped himself. This was bad for many reasons.

Firstly, just a mere three days ago she was being unkind and surely trying to play a game with him. He wanted to believe that she wouldn't try that again, but jumping the gun and going for a drink for her – did he trust her that much?

Secondly, the last proper and more significant reason, was that with those purple eyes prettily staring at him and the addition of alcohol taking over him – did he trust himself with that?

And so there was only one answer he could give.

"Uh… I can't, sorry."

"Oh… okay." Her voice seemed to break a little then as if she was wondering how even though she hadn't given him a choice he was still managing to get out of it. She looked down firmly at her feet.

"I'm seeing my family tonight." He didn't, that was next weekend.

"Well… I'm going to start getting together a guest list; do you want to start looking at potential venues? We can view them next week." She was looking back at him again, ignoring the previous part of the conversation. That was an extraordinary habit of hers; if she didn't like or want to listen to a response she continued on in the fashion she wanted to. She had done that earlier in the week when he was asking if she was trying to apologize.

"Yeah, sure."

"And you have my number; feel free to message me at all about venues, people, and well, anything to do with the function."

He did have her number. She had thrust it at him as soon as they had agreed to work more amicably. It was the easiest he had found it to ever get a number from a girl before – he hadn't even had to ask. Not that he was in common practice of asking girls for their numbers.

"Okay, I will."

"Have a good weekend, Jon Snow."

Those words must have been chosen so carefully and were said so delicately to give Jon maximum impact. Their eyes were locked then as she said his name with more fondness than he could have ever imagined her being able to stomach when it came to saying his name. And then she broke that contact and walked away from him.

He was left feeling like a pretty huge idiot for turning her down.

All afternoon Jon could barely concentrate. He didn't know why his head kept going back to the one drink he could be having with Daenerys after work, but it did with full forced determination. His mind drifted back to her face and that laugh and the thought of her laughing more.

His reasons for not going were still clearly based on sound logic to Jon, but his gut was saying he should have still gone. Fuck all the logic; he was being pushed by something else now.

And he didn't need to have more than one drink; she had only asked him to go have one drink anyway. One drink couldn't hurt... He surely couldn't make such a ludicrously stupid mistake after one single drink. It wasn't like he would be on vodka, tequila or anything dangerous, he would just have a beer – one pint of beer – and wouldn't make lame attempts to flirt or stare at her anymore than he currently did.

He didn't even like her in that way - that was stupid. He just wanted to get to know her better and have a good partnership for the next few weeks and celebrate their great pitch. Drunk Jon might have different intentions though, but...

Sod it. One drink.

He stayed there until pretty late in the evening, attempting to do work as his mind debated what he should be doing. He knew Daenerys would be there until late as well as she never left before six in the evening.

But when he heard her unmistakable voice wishing a cleaner goodnight earlier than expected – of course she did because she was so fucking polite – he jumped up from his chair and unhooked his thick coat from the coat stand to practically chase after her. There was no time to make a decision now; he just had to go with his gut.

The lift doors had just closed as he got there, but thankfully the next set of lift doors opened as if urging him on to do the wrong thing and meet up with her, like the devil on his shoulder. His heart pounded that he might make it, but when the doors opened back up at the ground floor she wasn't to be seen in the lobby.

He tried going through the barrier, but it didn't work. The guard on duty tutted and indicated to the barrier again, reminding him that he needed his pass to go through.

"Damn, how long have you worked here?" Jon ignored him, having been in many verbal back and forths with the guard before, and instead just got his pass out of his coat pocket to go through.

He continued at his half jogging, half walking pace and when he got outside to the refreshing blast of icy air, Jon had prepared himself for an evening by himself again, as he couldn't see her anywhere, but suddenly there was her blonde hair across the road walking towards a taxi.

He smiled despite himself and walked forward, ready to call her name and run to join her, until the door opened and inside was Daario, pulling her in by the hand.

Jon noted that it wasn't the tentative, awkward patting of hands; it was with such familiarity that made Jon say:

"What the…?"