'With my feelings on fire, guess I'm a bad liar' - Selena Gomez
Thank you so much for the overwhelming number of reviews for the last chapter!
To answer a few of the questions: Yes, Ghost will be making an appearance and there may be some jealous Jon in the next chapter!
Hope you enjoy this one!
Daenerys began to pull the zip down on her dress. It always took some sort of acrobatic skill for her to reach around to her back and pull it all the way down. The bedroom door opened and she turned her head slightly to direct her voice in that direction, but not turning her back away from the door as she didn't take that view away for them.
"Can you be helpful and pour my wine?"
"Yes, anything for you, princess." Daario sounded fatigued by the idea that Daenerys didn't immediately want to have sex with him.
"I think you mean Queen." She turned around to face him fully now to make sure he left the room to do as she said. She gave him a smirk as he reluctantly reproached and shut the door once more.
She was left inside the room with one of her cats, Rhaegal. He was the ginger one of her cats making him the fluffiest to cuddle and looked like he would be most willing to comfort Daenerys if she was ever at a point of complete turmoil.
"What am I doing?" She whispered to him as she picked him up for a quick pick-me-up.
She wasn't at complete turmoil yet, but her head was most certainly fucked and it felt like it was only going to get worse.
Firstly she didn't know what she was thinking when she had invited Jon to go for a celebratory drink with her. Why did she ask that? Yes, she had decided that Jon had turned out to be a decent guy and she was actually enjoying working with him, but that didn't mean that having a drink with him was a good idea. Daenerys didn't even want Daario here, but when he turned her down and Daario had suggested it had been a while since they had spent a night together she felt like it was better than nothing.
And that feeling that Daario was 'better than nothing' to her was hilarious. She couldn't imagine herself in any past thought thinking that Jon would make better company than Daario, because at the end of the day Daario's purpose was sex and sex was usually a better option than the dark and brooding silence that Jon usually supplied. However, it was very apparent to herself, that her interest in Daario was dwindling fast with the more time she spent working towards her promotion and, ultimately, with Jon.
She told herself it wasn't anything to do with Jon though. All she knew was that their intense conversations and barely touching of skin turned into extreme thoughts in her mind – a place she thought it would never go with Jon Snow. She could describe it as being curious and being curious wasn't good when a promotion was at stake.
And if anything did happen with Jon, and she wasn't saying she wanted anything with him, that would make things even more complicated in her romantic life – they were competing for the same position for fucksake! Turning it into anything else would lead to more games, a possible jeopardy of her position and if anyone found out? She was done.
And it wasn't like Jon saw her as anything more than a snobby bitch who wanted to destroy him in this competition. He had made that abundantly clear when he didn't want to socialise with her outside of work. She didn't know if she had expected him to say yes, but she was certainly disappointed when he didn't. It was a stab to her pride and a bigger bruise to her ego than ever before. She rarely made the first move, because she never normally needed to and now here was Jon Snow telling her no.
Had anyone ever said no to her before? She took a moment to consider that and came to the conclusion that yes, once when she was five years old on a playground she had tried to give a boy a flower and he threw it on the floor. That was definitely the equivalent to no in child speak.
And then there was Daario. Sweet, stupid Daario who thought they had the potential to be in a relationship. How? How had that thought even entered his brain and populate into this imaginary relationship that she had never asked to be a part of? With new focus towards her promotion and – purposely ignoring the aspect of Jon - dwindling feelings towards Daario, she knew now was the time to call it quits, but could she?
She had her suspicions that if she ended things now he would find a way to sabotage this opportunity for her somehow. Perhaps she could sensitively do it… She just needed a nice reason for ending things rather than her honest reasons.
The thought of copious amounts of wine was the only thing making her want to join Daario in the living room and so she sighed, finally letting Rhaegal get on with whatever he wanted to do. She finished removing her dress and put on her luxurious dusty pink silk nightgown; it was full length so that she didn't end up giving Daario the wrong idea more than he already had.
"Your wine, Queen." Daario commented with a smirk, signalling with his hand towards her glass filled with white wine. He was sipping on his own one, legs outstretched to rest on her coffee table.
She walked the long way around to join him, passing her floor-to-ceiling window to give a quick glance to the darkened, twinkling sky that overlooked the city of London. She snatched up that wine and took a gulp before slumping down on the sofa next to Daario.
"You and Jon were playing very nicely today." His hand was already itching over to her silk covered legs and Daenerys slapped it away as she wanted to fully concentrate on the delicious wine that was going to blank out her headfuck for a couple of hours.
"You said I should play nicely."
"Yes, but you were very nice. I think I even saw you laughing?" That brought a smirk to Daenerys. He had made her laugh and the icy Jon making her laugh was still a thought that surprised her. She didn't give a response to Daario's remark and so he continued on.
"Today was a very good day for you to show that you deserve this – you were miles better than Jon in that pitch."
Liar, liar.
She had thought Jon was better than her if anything. She came off as practiced and rehearsed every time she spoke, but Jon spoke like the ideas had just come to him and most importantly with heart.
"I thought he did very well." She simply mused, taking another sip from her glass.
Daario now shifted along the sofa to get closer to her and his hand crept back on to her lap. As she didn't see any other reason for having him stay over if she wasn't going to actually have sex with him, she let him keep his hand there.
"Events are what you're good at with your marketing background, so it will be very clear to Tyrion that you've done most of the work."
He shuffled closer to her and she knew at that point he wasn't putting much thought into what he was saying to her anymore.
"He's going to be doing as much work as me on this. I want to win fairly and I think me taking all the credit for our group project is not very fair." She took a refreshing gulp of wine before setting it on the table as she didn't want to spill any in Daario's race for her skin.
His hands brushed away her hair so he could kiss a path from her nape to her collarbone with a non-existent delicacy. Daario got excited very quickly and usually Daenerys went in for Daario with the same quick purpose, but that method didn't help her now when she was failing to feel interested. He brought her face around to face him and whispered before giving her a passionate kiss without the passion it usually invoked,
"This neck deserves a beautiful necklace around it."
She stopped wearing necklaces a long time ago. Viserys had presented her with one as a celebration of something… She couldn't remember the details, but she remembered the day she lost faith in him and ripped it from her neck to throw in the big black bins that were outside her block of flats. She hoped a homeless person found it and made money to start a new life for them – it would be the greatest thing Viserys had ever done.
"I'll get you one when you are promoted."
She felt lucky that Daario went immediately back to kissing her and she returned it in the same manner as he gave it, as she didn't want to give him an opportunity to pull away and expect her to say anything to that promise.
It wasn't his fault after all that the thought of that present repulsed her more than she would ever be able to say. Maybe if she kissed him hard enough then he would forget all about getting her a necklace.
She was even luckier that her phone distantly buzzed from the other side of the coffee table to let her know a text had come through. She lightly pulled away from his kiss, falling backwards on the sofa in her attempt to get away, as he was still trying to smother her with kisses.
"It might be important," Daenerys said as way of explanation before sliding out from underneath him. She heard him sigh as she stretched over the table to grab her phone.
"What text could be that important on a Friday night?"
It would be a huge surprise to Daario to know that she did friends, granted not many, and her life wasn't solely about work, her cats and having sex with him. She figured it would be Missandei texting to ask her to have brunch over the weekend or sending a photo of her cocktail to tempt her to go out with her for one, but Daenerys had her wine.
However it wasn't Missandei, it was Jon.
Daario probably looked over her shoulder and saw who had texted her, for he let out another sigh.
"Should I be getting jealous of this guy?" He mumbled as if he didn't want Daenerys to hear how desperate he was sounding.
"Jealous that he clearly works harder than you do?" Daenerys retorted, although she wasn't sure if he was messaging about work or something else. The idea that Jon could be messaging about something non-work related excited her and she had no idea how that could be such an exciting prospect.
She knelt on the floor, making sure the phone was now out of Daario's sight to have a bit of much needed privacy with her phone. She slid her thumb over the text to view it in its' entirety.
It was the most straight-to-business text she had perhaps ever read, even blunter than some of the ones she had sent to fellow members of her marketing team, and yet it was so completely Jon that she found herself smiling at it.
JON: I've found a venue for us to look at Monday 11am. Would be good for us to look at what else we need to do then too.
For such a straightforward message, it did cause Daenerys a lot of conflict when deciding to reply. Should she even be responding so soon after he sent it? She started her message with, 'Great, I look forward to seeing it', but then she thought maybe 'great' should be changed to fantastic or cool or awesome. And then she thought maybe she should make a little joke saying 'Stop working whilst you're with your family' or maybe even a reference to the clown talk they had earlier…
After a minute or two had passed of indecision, it settled on Daenerys that she had only behaved like this when she was a teenager. This was a strictly business conversation, why was she behaving like she was trying to get Jon to like her. Next she would be writing his name in little hearts. That was a terrifying thought. No, no, no... What the fuck was she doing? Maybe she had too much wine or not enough wine.
She quickly scribed the message back of, 'Great, look forward to seeing it! Now don't be so boring around your family and stop working' before practically throwing her phone back on to the coffee table. That was enough of the weird lapse of joyful craziness of a single text less than 140 characters – had Twitter ever managed to get her to overthink about nonsense like that before? No, so why was Jon getting a special privilege at that?
She was still thinking about it though. Maybe he wasn't seeing his family at all and was just trying to get out of a drink with her, so her message would look stupid, commenting about his family. And she really shouldn't have responded so quickly.
Ugh, this needed to stop. Immediately.
And with that she threw herself upon Daario grappling for an escape from the inside of her head. Her lips pressed against his with such force that it was like when she first started meeting up with him. Her hands pulled Daario from the sofa to fall on top of her on the fluffy carpet and Daario responded fantastically, as he always did, using one of his elbows to prop himself up so he didn't crush her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her confusion from earlier was now being covered up with sexual desire.
"I think your pussy wants me."
And then the moment was gone.
Daenerys let out an irritated groan at that and pulled her mouth roughly away from his. He let out a laugh as he cocked his head to the side; she followed his gaze to see Viserion purring underneath the table near Daario.
"Did that deserve an announcement?" She asked, more annoyed at herself than him as now the moment was gone, her head was now available and open to unwanted thoughts once more. Daario was still laughing lightly at his own joke and this drove Daenerys to push him off her and snatch her wine glass off the table; unfortunately there was only a sip left at the bottom of her glass.
"You didn't give me nearly enough wine." Her hair was all over the place as she stalked off to the kitchen to refill the glass.
"Oh, baby, come on, I was just messing around." The sound behind her was clearly Daario following her to the kitchen and that was just what she didn't want.
She was acting bizarre, she knew that, and she didn't think she could hide the fact that she didn't want the same things as Daario anymore. After opening the fridge door and refilling her glass, she ignored Daario as she started taking gulps of her wine, but it was difficult to ignore a confused looking man filling up her doorway.
"That was a turn off." She took a break from gulping at her wine to say that.
"Well, baby, you've been so difficult to please recently. What's going to turn you on?" There was some desperation in his voice as he said that. She actually found him being so desperate a nice thing and that was so wrong of her.
"Winning," She allowed herself to give him a smirk as she said that. That probably would turn her on immensely, but she didn't know if it would with him anymore. Maybe as soon as this was all over everything would go back to normal.
Oh, but Daario had already announced that he wanted a relationship, so going back to normal was impossible.
"So you're saying I have to wait until then?" He said this as light-heartedly as possible, but she knew the thought of no sex for three weeks was driving him crazy. He would just have to find it somewhere else.
"Tonight I don't want sex. I've got too much on my mind and that's not going to work. We don't really do much apart from sex," She added this in as an almost subliminal message to show him that they didn't really have anything close to a relationship. "So I think you should go home."
"We can have more than that though-,"
"But tonight I want to be alone to focus on this promotion. Jon is working right now and I can't get behind with a distraction as big as you." She had quickly cut him off before he could speak more nonsense and she knew the sound logic of the fact that she needed to work would convince him that he shouldn't be there yet wouldn't necessarily upset him too much.
She was relieved to see that he gave a small, reluctant nod as she spoke. It had worked. Now she just needed a similarly nice reason for ending it for good to make herself feel better.
"Okay, do I not even get a cuddle?"
She gave him a nod and a small smile – that was absolutely fine with her. She approached him in the doorway of the kitchen and rested her head against his chest for a moment before pulling away. He was smiling down at her then and pressed his lips against her forehead.
"I'm sorry for having you come around." She said, feeling as if she owed some sort of apology. This was definitely not the night he had planned. She walked him to the door and just before he was walking off, he turned back around to face her.
"Don't worry, I'll call you later."
Maybe she could turn her phone off later then. What would they be discussing later on?
She waved him off as more a sign that he needed to continue walking away now. The door got shut firmly as soon as he left and she sighed against it for a while before remembering that she had wine left.
Not bothering with her glass anymore, she grabbed the bottle and walked back in the direction of her bedroom. First she stopped to check her phone to see if she had received a text back – no.
She was really starting to hate Jon fucking Snow.