I'm sorry to interrupt it's just I'm constantly
On the cusp of trying to kiss you
I don't know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together, if you wanted to
- Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know?

"Stark, please." Jon told the restaurant host. The host looked up from his computer screen to him with a smile.

"Ah yes, they're already here, so if you'd like to follow me."

Jon obliged, already aware that they were here; he had received texts and calls from all of them, but mainly Arya. It seemed that every day was a day that Jon would need to stay late at work and unfortunately he couldn't avoid that this evening, so his cousins were left waiting at least forty-five minutes for his arrival.

The host didn't even need to announce Jon's arrival to the table as Arya could see him approaching as soon as he entered the main area of the restaurant that was buzzing with people. She jumped from her chair and ran straight into his arms.

"Jon, you took your bloody time!" She shrieked, not sounding as annoyed as her words indicated she was.

He lifted his tiny cousin up and off her feet, as she giggled in excitement of being reunited. Jon hugged her tightly with a laugh and looking over Arya's head to return the smile that he saw Sansa and Robb giving him. Arya eventually leaped down from Jon and beamed up at him.

"Go on then, how much have you missed me?" She said, leading him over to their table.

"I only saw you two months ago," He responded, ruffling the back of her hair like he used to when they were younger. He and Arya always seemed to revert back to when they were younger when they got together – it wasn't like that with anyone else in his family.

"Okay, but are you excited – wait, why are none of you fussing over Jon as much as me?" Arya practically shouted as they reached their table, completely forgetting her conversation with Jon. Meanwhile, Jon was giving Robb a pat on the back and grinning over at Sansa.

"Arya, I saw Jon two weeks ago." Sansa explained with a slight roll of her eyes, taking out her phone from her little bag on the table.

She had come over one weekday night for dinner and to walk Ghost, whilst the evenings were still light. It was something they tried to do at least once a month. Jon would have preferred to see the one family member who lived near him more often, but he knew once a month was pushing it already with Sansa as she had her own life filled with student parties and assessments to attend to.

He figured due to naturally being closer, in both proximity and in relationship, with Arya that he would be seeing her at least weekly.

"And we're men, we don't hug like that." Jon let a laugh out at Robb's reasoning.

"Well, okay, are you excited that I'm in London now at least?" Arya continued on with her previous question to Jon as if nothing had interrupted her the first time around.

"How could I not be excited for that?" Jon responded, flashing Arya a grin.

"Because you'll have to be seeing her face every day?" Robb probed, leading Arya to throw a bit of bread at him.

"Arya!" Sansa scolded, before turning back to stare at her phone.

Seeing Sansa look at her phone seemed to trigger a reaction in Jon to look at his own phone. There were no texts or missed calls, not that he was expecting anything, but he still had been hoping there was something from someone.

But why would she contact him? He hadn't heard from her since Wednesday when they had shared that strange moment in the stockroom. He realized once they had kissed that he had been wanting that to happen for quite some time – maybe even possibly before that.

Okay, well he definitely knew that already, because there was last year's work Christmas party where she had looked absolutely incredible in a white flowing dress and he had spent most of that night looking at her, even attempting to speak to her. However, that kiss was definitely the moment he realized that kissing her was no longer outside the realm of possibility – that all this time he hadn't been thinking about kissing someone totally outside of his league.

She did run away pretty quickly after the 'barely there' kiss had occurred and had done an excellent job of avoiding him the past two days. He figured that them kissing was something for her to think about and analyze, because of course this was a very complicated situation, however he also thought that maybe she did think it was a mistake and she was better than him, like she had suggested with every move, every sentence since they had started competing, and so that kiss was an exception to their relationship – a moment worth forgetting.

Even though he wanted more than anything to know what she was thinking, he didn't send her a text or attempt any form of communication with her, because did he really want to know what this was between them?

And he would try his best not to think about her tonight.

"What made you pick London though? I fondly recall you once saying that you would never visit me here, because it was filled with pricks and snobs." Robb snorted with laughter as soon as Jon revisited this story. Arya sighed as if she had been explaining her decision to her family and friends ever since she had made it.

"That was years ago, I've matured -"

"Doubtful," Sansa provided with a scoff.

"Anyway, loads of my friends moved away for uni and I just thought, you know, I should experience the fucking world. Plus you're down here." Arya finished her sentence, as if that was just a parting thought, but the smile she gave Jon suggested it wasn't just that. Jon returned her smile, as he was always melted to a smile when Arya was around.

"And so am I!" Sansa piped in, causing Arya return to her scowling expression.

"I'm trying to forget that part. Luckily you're still an hour away." Arya gave Sansa a dismissive side-eye before giving her full attention back to Jon. "And don't get me wrong, as soon as I'm done with uni, I'm back at home."

Jon didn't think her moving to London was really experiencing the world, but he wasn't surprised at all by the fact that she wanted to return home after that.

"Are you sure? I was hoping we might be rid of you." Robb sighed, shaking his head.

"After Jon and I show you around here, you might fall in love with the place." Sansa said, finally giving her complete attention to the conversation now to dramatically throw an arm around Arya, which was of course an attempt to piss her off, and talk in her overly sweet sounds.

Jon didn't stop smiling from the start of joining the Starks for dinner till now, because he was so happy to be completely enthralled in the return to normality. They always bickered and talked at high speed, making them all feel like they truly belonged in this moment, in this family. It allowed him to forget everything else momentarily.

"Hmmm… I wouldn't bet on it." She threw Sansa's arm off her, as Sansa gave a soft giggle at getting a suitable reaction out of Arya. "Anyway Jon is far too important to be showing me around."

Jon opened his mouth to quickly escape any conversation about himself that could lead on to work and, horribly, Daenerys.

That could not come up tonight.

"Ah yes, how is the promotion going with the hottie?"

Robb clearly had other plans.

"Hottie?" Sansa and Arya asked in unison, looking as if their ears had perked up in interest at this parting joke Robb was bringing up.

He should have joined in the joke right then and there, but his cheeks were flushed, his palms were clammy and he couldn't think of what to say. He was panicking and it was only going to make everyone more curious about her.

"Has everyone else ordered?" He turned away from everyone, looking helplessly for a menu on the table to take the attention away from him, but he knew everyone was staring at him and it wasn't going to be easily forgotten.

"A selection of tapas is coming and this is for you." Robb tapped a pint of beer next to Jon, all the while smirking. "Please continue on."

"Well… Uh, the competition is still going on and it's tough, but I think it's going better than expected." He said, firmly concentrating on that part of the question, as the other part didn't matter.

"Isn't it awful what happened?" Sansa asked, her voice suddenly full of concern. Jon figured he knew what she was referring to and it was worth keeping her on this topic instead.

"What?"

"Cersei Lannister's death! I followed her on Instagram, her fashion was -," Unfortunately Sansa was cut off by Arya, so Jon couldn't encourage her to continue discussing this matter.

"Forget that bullshit, what's this about a hottie?" Jon internally groaned as this topic just wouldn't be dropped.

"Robb is just talking shit. He's made up that the person I'm competing against is attractive." Jon tried to shake his head dismissively. Of course it was something Robb had made up, but it turned out he was accurate in this instance.

"Well, isn't she?" Robb asked, still with an easy smirk on his face as he took a casual sip of his beer.

"Uh… that's not something… I suppose…" Jon trailed off, feeling complete and utter irritation with himself that he couldn't laugh it off and exude nonchalance over the matter. His mind was filled with that fuzzy kiss as he took several gulps of his own pint. Robb burst out into laughter.

"Fuck, I was joking, but you're taking this a bit too seriously."

"What's her name?" Sansa asked, catching Jon off-guard with that question.

"Uh… Daenerys," He shouldn't have said anything at all. Obviously.

"Oh, that's not a common name." With that Sansa resumed tapping quickly on her phone and Arya leaned over for a better look.

"Wait, what are you -," Jon began to ask, his voice full of the panic that now grasped at him.

"Hey guys, I've got your tapas!" A waitress interrupted Jon by beginning to place their tapas onto their table. Jon kept his eyes on Sansa and Arya, fearing the worst.

"Oh my God, she's beautiful!" Ah, so the worst had come true.

"Is that definitely her?" Arya asked, narrowing her eyes inquisitively.

"It says she works at the same company as Jon. Is that her?" She waved her phone in front of Jon and Robb snatched the phone to look at it as well.

"Jesus, is that her?" Robb asked.

Jon fell silent as he stared at the Facebook profile he was being forced to look at. He hated to admit that he had stumbled upon her profile in a once-a-month visit to Facebook that wasn't long after last year's Christmas party and although she had a new profile picture up now – it was still undoubtedly her.

When he had last stumbled upon it was a photo of her and what looked like a friend posing with a cocktail. Now she had a casual photo of her sitting on a sofa, lifting up a cat to give it a kiss on the head. The fact that the photo had changed from the typical posed photo that he saw a lot of girls doing to this regular, and rather adorable, photo caused him to slowly start to smile. His cousins seemed to catch onto it immediately.

"You're smiling – what the hell is going on?" Arya asked in a rather aggravated tone as she hated not knowing what was going on.

"Nothing, nothing," Jon said in a serious attempt of disregard, even going as far as to wave the phone away. Sansa pulled the phone back, an almost knowing smile appearing on her face as she glanced back at the screen of her phone.

"You like her!" She finally said in a voice filled with equal parts glee and accusation. Jon shook his head slowly, but his cousins were already all grinning at this prospect.

"Jon liking someone!" Arya exclaimed, like it was the most shocking revelation in the world.

Truthfully it was probably quite shocking.

He hadn't been in a proper relationship with anyone since he had moved to London. He didn't like the idea of online dating and it wasn't like he was the most social being to meet someone when he was out, so he would date now and again, but it was never anything serious. These dates weren't something he rushed to tell any of his family members, so they would only remember his relationship with a girl named Ygritte.

They were together for about two years and even lived together at one point for just a few months, but when Jon got the opportunity to work in London, he decided to take it after many talks with her. Ygritte would never leave her home and they both knew that, but she wanted him to explore the opportunity. He didn't know if they would still be together if he stayed, but he didn't like to think about that too much as he knew that she was now married with a baby.

"And does she like you back?" Robb asked, enjoying Jon getting embarrassed a little too much for Jon's liking.

There was no point trying to deny it anymore, because the way his cousins were looking at him it was as if they could see the kiss replaying over and over again in his head.

"I don't know," He reluctantly told them, watching as everyone's faces grew impossibly more excited by this statement.

"She might like you back?"

"You're saying you like her?"

Arya and Sansa asked their questions in unison, Sansa looked like she was witnessing a romantic movie unfolding in front of her and Arya looking shocked, yet mildly disgusted by the idea.

"It's a complicated situation." Jon said, before sighing as he gave in to telling his cousins the most recent development. "We kissed earlier this week, but -,"

"But what?!" Arya demanded, despite the fact that she didn't even let Jon finish his sentence.

"But we haven't spoken since."

"Where did you kiss?" Robb asked, helping himself to the tapas as his sisters were too busy giving their full attention to the story unravelling.

"On the lips." Jon replied in confusion, wondering how that was even a question. Would he be freaking out as much over a kiss on the cheek?

Actually the answer was probably still yes, as Daenerys kissing him on the cheek was still something to fantasize over.

"Where? As in location?" Robb didn't hide his laughter at Jon not understanding him.

"A stockroom." Robb raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything else. Either he just wanted to get back to eating or he imagined their kiss being far more sensual than it actually was.

"Hey, back to this!" Arya slammed her tiny fist on the table for the attention, chewing on some food as she continued on. "Why haven't you spoken to her?"

"Well, I just haven't heard from her and -,"

"Jon!" Sansa almost sounded completely outraged by that response. Her eyes were wide and she shook her head furiously. "The guy always texts first! Those are just the basic rules of dating."

"Her cat was sick and -,"

"That doesn't mean you don't contact her!" Sansa was speaking with such determination and knowledge that he felt like he had to follow her instructions.

"Down that pint and drop her a text." Robb said simply, nodding towards Jon's half-finished pint. Jon did as he said, thinking the drink might help him not be so nervous about a stupid text.

"What do I say?" He asked, sounding rather desperate for ideas, which he kind of was, as who knows what he would say otherwise.

"Ask her what the hell is going on between you." This was Arya's suggestion that Sansa quickly laughed off.

"No, absolutely not. Ask her how her cat is, how she is and that you've thinking about her since the kiss." And then it was Robb's turn to scoff at Sansa's idea causing Sansa's face to fall a little bit.

"I don't think Jon wants to sound like a total sap. Just ask her what she's doing."

Jon took all their ideas into consideration and began typing out his message to her. It felt like his fingers were shaking as he pressed send. After it had gone out to her, he took another gulp of his nearly empty pint and kept his phone, screen up, so he could see if he got a reply.

"Are you going to tell us what you said or just let us guess?" Arya asked, not hiding her need to know.

"I just said, 'are you okay?'" Sansa let out a deflated sigh.

"Jon, what an awful text."

He tried to concentrate on his food in an attempt to force himself not to look at his phone, but avoiding the temptation was futile. His cousins continued talking and criticize his short text, whilst he directed his eyes on a strict line between his food and his phone.

This was, of course, fucking ridiculous. It was absolutely fine and intelligent for her not to have contacted him and vice versa, because they were competing against each other! Adding another dimension to that relationship was not very wise at all. What would happen when this was all over? Or, better yet, what on earth would be happening now? What was he hoping to achieve by contacting her? What did he want to happen between them?

Ultimately it was either going to be purely sexual between them… Or was the intriguing and disguised softness of her appealing enough for him to want more? Would she want more from him as well?

The questions were cut off in his mind when his phone lightly buzzed.

"She's texted back," He uselessly announced, yet it caused his cousins to all stop talking and turn expectantly towards him.

Daenerys: I'm okay, thank you. It's nice to hear from you. Viserion (my cat) is making a swift recovery. How are you?

He read the text out loud, only processing the words afterwards. His thumbs hovered over the screen, wondering what he should say to her next.

"What are you doing?" Robb asked, practically swatting Jon's hand away.

"Replying?" Jon asked, again, confused by Robb's question.

"You don't do it straight away."

"I think it's nice when a boy replies straight away!" Sansa argued, her eyes glaring over at Robb.

"She didn't even say anything about the kiss!" Arya said, looking just as confused as Jon felt over this situation.

"Blame Jon's shitty text for that." Robb commented. Jon felt Robb staring at him out of the corner of his eye with complete and utter disappointment. Jon understood though, because he was also disappointed that he had spent so much time growing up with Robb and yet he still didn't have his skill level when it came to talking to women. In fact he was nowhere near his level.

"Anyway, I'm replying." Jon said, ignoring the others. Robb shrugged as if he had done all he could do and helped himself to more food.

Jon: I'm good, just out for dinner with my family right now.

"What did you say then?" Sansa asked as soon as he had put his phone down.

He read out the text and heard an almost unanimous groan when he had finished speaking.

"How are you so bad at this? If you don't ask a question then you can't keep the conversation flowing!" Sansa complained.

Arya returned Jon's confused stare with a blank expression – she clearly didn't know how these things worked. He turned his head slowly to look at Robb with hopeless eyes and Robb patted his shoulder.

"Yeah, she's right." He gave their waitress eye contact to get her to come over before continuing on. "Now that those five minutes of making fun of Jon's failure to speak to women are over, let's have another pint, finish this food, so Jon and I can go get wasted."

"Uh… You missed me out of that?" Arya looked pissed off, as she must have known already that she wasn't really invited to that.

"I'm dropping you back off to student halls and then I have to get my train." Sansa answered, causing Arya to let out a low laugh.

"You can go and get your train whilst I stay out with these guys."

"You don't know how to get around here yet."

"No…" Arya sighed, looking like she had now been defeated. "Fine, drinks are well expensive down here anyway."

Jon let out a laugh. He checked his phone and didn't see a text from the person he wanted to receive it from and so he decided to put it back in his pocket.

He should be focused on having this great moment with his family anyway; even if his head was drifting back to those ten seconds of bliss.

Two pints of beer, copious amounts of food, Arya not understanding London and a group selfie to send to his aunt and uncle later, Jon and Robb had left the restaurant.

It was weird saying goodbye to Arya, knowing that he would be seeing her most probably extremely soon. She still hugged him like it would be a few months away and that had made Jon smile.

The person he wouldn't be seeing in a while though would be Robb, so Robb seemed to have plans to make this a grand affair of drinking and wouldn't take Jon's declarations of missing his last train home as an excuse to not do it.

"You can just take a fucking taxi!" He exclaimed, before chugging at his next bottle of beer in the slightly dingy bar they had chosen. Robb seemed to chew on his bottom lip as soon as the words left him, as if remembering Jon's dislike of anyone driving him around in a car. "Or you can crash at my hotel room."

"Okay, we'll see." Robb already seemed distracted though.

"Yeah, we'll have to, because those two ladies are looking over at us." Robb gave an easy smile over in their direction and Jon was again left in confusion how he had not picked up just one or two tips when it came to girls. "We might need separate rooms."

Jon had no intention of picking up a girl, like Robb clearly was. One, Jon was not very good at it and two, he doubted that any girl would walk in to that bar that would appeal to him the way that Daenerys currently was.

That thought reminded him to check his phone again. No text yet.

"Hello ladies," Suddenly the two girls who were sat at a completely different table were now standing right next to them.

Jon blinked in surprise, unable to gage what exactly had happened there. Robb seemed to capture the attention of the slightly prettier girl, whilst the other girl was moving closer to Jon and smiling at him. He didn't know what to do, so he simply smiled back and took another gulp of his beer. Were they going to have to talk?

"I'm Melissa."

Clearly talking was expected.

The girl was rather pretty. She had red hair and big brown eyes with a pleasant smile.

"Jon," He said, not knowing what else he was supposed to be saying. Despite how difficult he found it to talk Daenerys sometimes, he was usually able to struggle through it, because he actually wanted to speak to her most of the time.

"What do you do then, Jon?" She asked, still grinning at him as she spoke.

"I work at a company."

"A company?" She let out a somewhat irritating giggle at this. "You're very mysterious, aren't you?"

"Uh… I guess." He shrugged and that got her to stop laughing. An awkward silence occurred then before Jon realized he should ask the question back. "What do you do?"

"I'm a nurse." She didn't look as interested in the conversation anymore and her next sentence proved that. "I'm just going to the toilet."

Well, just as expected, that hadn't worked out.

He decided that he should definitely just finish his pint and call this night over. Robb looked like he was having a great time and didn't exactly need his help. Jon would still be able to catch his last train home, so that was exciting.

He was about to tell Robb that exactly, but as if Robb sensed what was happening, he turned his attention away from his girl to put his arm around Jon and bring him closely in.

"Okay, mate, you're clearly too hung up on what's-her-name to even try with anyone else, so this is all you need to say; 'what are you doing?' In fact, come here." He took the phone out of Jon's hands and typed exactly that.

"That's not going to do anything, but thanks. I'm just finishing my drink and going, okay?" Robb grinned and gave a shrug.

"Let's meet up tomorrow before I go then."

And with that Robb turned back around. Jon quickly tried to down his drink, so that he could leave without having an awkward encounter with Millie… or was it Melissa? He couldn't remember.

He also had forgotten that he had kept his phone in his hand and so when it buzzed, it completely surprised him.

Daenerys: I'm just at home. Are you free?

He couldn't believe it.

He needed to trust Robb with all future decisions from this point onwards. How had that worked?

His fingers couldn't type out his reply fast enough.

Jon: I'm free.

And rather quickly back he received another text from her with just an address. That would be her address, he thought.

What the hell was going on? He was going to have to go, he realized, otherwise he would never get a chance like this again and oh, how he didn't want this chance to go to waste.

He finished the rest of his drink and tapped Robb on the shoulder to say bye.

"How did that work?" He simply asked with a bemused laugh. Robb laughed too in an excited manner for his cousin.

"What are you still doing standing here?"

Jon didn't stick around to reply, but just simply laughed as he walked out of the bar.

He didn't want to stop walking until he got to hers for the realization that he would now be seeing Daenerys might be too much for him to keep on walking towards her place.

The underground ride really got him to sober up quite a bit and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. Now his head was filled with anxiety for this interaction. What was going to happen when he got there?

Although he kind of knew the answer to that already – no girl would invite a guy over at 11PM to have a talk, play games or watch a movie.

No, there was only one possible outcome here and that had him freaking out.

As he walked down the road, coming up to the block of flats that he assumed were hers, he took the time to concentrate on other matters, like how much he had enjoyed his dinner with his family, or, more importantly, how conveniently close Daenerys lived to work.

She lived incredibly close. She probably never had to use public transport to get there, hence the reason why she had wanted to take a taxi that day to the hotel, because she never ever had to take the underground.

A woman leaving the building that he figured he was supposed to be entering brought his attention back to this all important moment.

His hands were unbelievably sweaty and he had no idea what his first words to her were going to be, but he didn't really have time to consider that.

As he grew closer to the building, he was suddenly surrounded by the strong light of the lobby and that allowed him to see the ethereal being of Daenerys staring at him just beyond the glass door. It was the first time he had seen her blonde hair left to hang down, framing her face in the most perfect way. Her face was not done up at all, leaving her cheeks to flush as she looked through the window.

They stared at each other with a strange amount of seriousness for two people that agreed to meet in the first place. Jon softened his face to one of complete awe, because how could he not be when Daenerys was stood there wrapped in a silky dressing gown and staring right at him. Slowly her face softened into an almost embarrassed smile, so they were now just stupidly smiling at each other.

What the fuck were they supposed to do now?

Her hand approached the door and removed the glass that stood between them.

"Are you coming in?"

Sansa - biggest shipper for anyone getting into a relationship
Arya - angry and confused by human emotions
Robb - Just wants to eat
Jon - An awful texter

Tag yourself, I'm Robb.