I got to take you home
We're living in hard times, we're living in hard times
Baby, you think you know
I think it's about time, that you're gonna make me whine
- BANKS, Stick

Tried my hardest to make this as sexy as a song by BANKS as I'm seeing her in concert tomorrow, but I failed miserably bc i am me.

hope you enjoy, love seeing your reviews guys xoxo

That night: Dany's version

Daenerys opened the door, all the while smiling.

"I've opened a bottle of wine," Daenerys said in a form of greeting to her best friend before pulling her into a hug.

"And you've dressed up for me!" Missandei replied in a fake tone of awe, as she pulled away from Daenerys. She looked down at her pink pyjamas with a massive cat on the front and pink slippers on her feet, before frowning at Missandei.

She silently led her into the living room where Viserion was sat on the sofa looking very sorry for himself. Daenerys had spent the past two days working at home, so Viserion was probably getting very used to her sitting right by his side for the whole day and only moving to go to the toilet or make some food. He definitely saw Missandei's entrance as an interruption to his one-on-one time with Daenerys.

Missandei went straight for Viserion though to give him some affection and Daenerys could hear him purr – he should be okay with Missandei being here now.

"How has he been doing?" She asked Daenerys, moving to sit next to Viserion on the sofa, as Daenerys poured red wine for them both.

"He's been okay," Drogon took this opportunity to come and rub against Daenerys' leg, seeking the attention he hadn't been receiving due to Viserion's illness. "It was just scary. I've been working from home though to watch him like a hawk."

"Oh," Missandei commented, removing her coat before continuing on, but Daenerys wished she wouldn't continue on. She knew what was probably going to be talked about now. "So you haven't seen Jon since the kiss then?"

Missandei was giving her best bemused smile and Daenerys was narrowing her eyes into little lines. Her cheeks were bound to be flushed pink at this point though, so she most likely wasn't looking as intimidating as she was trying to look.

In a moment of weakness and confusion, Daenerys had made the big mistake of telling Missandei that she had kissed Jon on Wednesday. Missandei obviously thought this was incredibly exciting news, but it definitely wasn't exciting in the slightest – it was mortifying, embarrassing and all the other synonyms that could possibly be used in these circumstances.

"Are we pretending it didn't happen then?" Missandei asked, gratefully receiving the wine, whilst Daenerys took a seat on one of her big armchairs to begin taking gulps from her overfilled wine glass.

"No, but I wish it hadn't." Daenerys lied.

She had wished she hadn't been thinking about the repercussions of them kissing, so that it could have gone on for longer. She had though and now probably nothing would happen between them, because when would she ever be in a moment of weakness like that again?

"Okay," Missandei took a sip of her wine to hide her smile. She definitely wasn't buying that. "Have you spoken to him though?"

"No, I haven't heard from him."

She thought someone like Jon wouldn't let that kiss grow stagnant in the air and would make some form of contact by now, but he hadn't. Although this disappointed her more than she would have liked, she could hardly be surprised by that – she had kissed him and hadn't even given him a second to respond! He might not have even wanted to kiss someone like her.

Missandei clicked her tongue loudly at Daenerys.

"You know you could speak first?"

Of course Daenerys knew that.

However all that drifted between them now was confusion and it wouldn't be cleared up until someone spoke, but Daenerys thought it was best for him to make that move. After all she had kissed him first – she had spoken already as it were.

"I don't know -," Daenerys began when her phone buzzed from her coffee table. Both girls froze, their stare turning from the phone to each other with wide eyes.

What would be the chances that it was who she was hoping it was?

Missandei's eyes glinted with a playful nature and Daenerys snatched up her phone in the fear that Missandei would get there first.

Her mouth gaped open when she saw the text as if she was either full of a cold and unable to breathe properly through her nose or she was just plain stupid.

Probably the latter when it came to Jon.

"It's him," Daenerys mumbled, staring at the three simple words that were so Jon.

"What has he said?" Missandei looked extremely excited at the prospect of this text, as if her talking about him had caused him to text her at this exact time. Although it was strangely timed, so Daenerys was wondering if Missandei perhaps possessed some sort of gift.

"Are you okay?"

Missandei frowned.

"Is that it?" Her frown persisted as Daenerys nodded. "Wow, he's really not a man of many words, is he?"

Daenerys had been thinking exactly the same thing, but with a little less surprise. If Jon had written her a paragraph then she would have been more concerned, but no, she found his short and direct texts somewhat comforting now.

She focused on returning the text, not consulting Missandei as she figured she wouldn't be much help after her reaction to his text. Daenerys could feel her eyes on her the whole time she composed the message though and so it wasn't a surprise that when she rested the phone on her lap, taking a sip of her wine, Missandei was making elaborate hand motions.

"What did you say?"

"I just said that I'm fine, Viserion's fine and asked how he is."

"I doubt he cares very much about your cat." Missandei mused, before remembering that Viserion was currently sat right next to her and so she gave him a pat with a pitying smile. "I care."

"I mean I don't know if he does or -,"

Her phone buzzed once more and this reminded Daenerys that she should lower the volume on her settings, as it was going to get very annoying to see Missandei get excited every time she heard it from across the other side of the room. Daenerys tried to control her posture to not alert Missandei to the fact that she was probably more excited than her friend was at the possibility of another text from Jon.

She slowly sipped on her wine, attempting to take her time before looking at her phone screen, but she couldn't put it off any longer.

"What is he saying?"

The disappointment was probably etched on Daenerys's face as she finished reading the text. It wasn't just short and direct; it was uninviting of further communication.

It was the unspoken rule of dating that if you weren't interested in talking to someone, but didn't know how to politely get out of a conversation then you just answered in short, non-question provoking sentences and under no circumstances did you ask the other person a question.

Why bother texting her if he wasn't actually interested in talking to her? What did this mean? Was he texting her as a sign of being interested in things past that kiss or just as a friendly conversation to make sure things wouldn't be awkward between them when they were both back in work on Monday?

"He's just told me he's having dinner with his family."

Missandei knew the unspoken rule as well and catching on that Daenerys probably would have been content with talking to him further, gave her a warm smile.

"Hey, he's messaging you during a family dinner! He shouldn't be using his phone at the table." Missandei softly said, causing a forced laugh to leave Daenerys.

This whole texting business wasn't the real reason why Daenerys was now upset; it was just the fact that this thing would never stop being complicated unless she put a stop to it completely. She needed to stop thinking about Jon and if she ever did think about him it had to be in a completely professional sense.

"Okay, my phone is staying right here for the rest of the evening," She firmly placed the phone on the little table she had next to her comfy armchair and then moved over to sit cross-legged on the carpet to be nearer her wine. "More wine?"

An hour or so had passed.

Daenerys and Missandei had practically swapped places with Daenerys now lying face up on the sofa whilst the former lounged in what looked like an uncomfortable position across the armchair.

They had spent most of the last hour catching up on things (avoiding Jon and promotional talk completely), dancing around the living room, arguing over what photos were allowed to go on social media to depict their night and discussing the most recent season of The Great British Bake Off.

"Okay, but if we're going on holiday next year, we have to make sure it's nowhere near Greek food." Missandei started, as if they had been discussing holidays for a while, but they hadn't been.

"Maybe we just don't go to Greece then?" Daenerys responded, unable to hold back her laughter at the stupidity of the last statement.

"This is serious, Dany!" Turning her head to look at Missandei, she could tell that she was being very serious. "You know what happened last time I had Greek food."

"I do remember it extremely clearly, so I promise not to ever take you to Greece." Daenerys smiled over at her quite drunk friend – she was a lightweight.

She reached down to pick up her wine glass to have another sip, but with great disappointment she realized it was empty and with a glance over at the table, she saw that they had finished the bottle. The decision she made then was that she definitely needed another bottle.

"More wine!" Daenerys announced, slowly peeling herself off the sofa and avoiding stepping on any of her cats who decided to sleep right where she could very feasibly step on them.

She tottered off to the kitchen and rummaged through her wine rack to find something to drink. Had they been drinking red wine? Yes, definitely, they had and she only seemed to have one more bottle of red left. Missandei had brought white wine, but neither of them really liked to mix their colours, so she supposed she would have to open her last bottle of red.

And it possessed a cork.

Was she sober enough to successfully deal with this?

After several attempts she felt like she had succeeded in the de-corking of the bottle or whatever it was called and she victoriously she marched back into the living room before freezing at the sight that sat in front of her: Missandei throwing her phone back onto the table.

"Missy! What are you doing? What have you done? Why were you holding my phone?"

Daenerys already feared the worst, but Missandei's strange casual to sheepish smile that she gave did not make her fears soften at all.

"What question would you like me to answer first?"

"What have you done?" Daenerys stormed across the room, grabbed her phone and went straight to the messages. Her breath was caught in her throat as she saw the most recent exchanges.

All she could see was that Jon had finally asked a question, whilst she wasn't in the room, and her own address staring back at her.

"You gave him my address? He could be a murderer!" She didn't believe that for a second, but she felt that directing her panic into anger at Missandei would make her feel better.

"I think he just wants to see you and most probably have sex with you." Missandei calmly stated with a small shrug.

"Why did you do this? How could you even do this? You're usually the worst drunk texter!" She fell to the floor, clutching her wine bottle as it was the only thing she could trust in this moment. A high-pitched whine escaped her. "I don't want him to come around!"

"Yes, you do, but you were never going to do anything about it. He's attractive and you're -,"

"Uh... How do you know that?"

"You know I'm an excellent Facebook stalker… Where are you going?" Daenerys had suddenly stood up during Missandei's sentence and slammed her wine bottle on the table.

"Well, if he is coming over as these texts suggest then I am not meeting him like this." She motioned down at her current pyjamas and slippers situation.

"You look cute!"

Daenerys glared once again at Missandei and a sarcastic smile was returned. She turned away from the smile and raced to her bedroom to find her silkiest nightie and dressing gown.

Well... if he really was going to come all the way to see her then she had to make an effort. Why else would he think Daenerys was inviting him over – if she was inviting him over? Girls didn't just invite boys over in the middle of the night for no reason at all!

Jon couldn't really be coming over though, could he?

He hadn't responded to that text with her address, so maybe he had just ignored it. That would be good, in fact, that would be great! He could ignore it and they could return to their regular professional working life with the undercurrents of sexual tension.

As she changed and looked at her reflection in her standing mirror, she couldn't pretend to herself that there wasn't excitement coursing through her as she considered that Jon could just show up at any time.

She took a few extra minutes to make sure her face didn't look worn out, to brush her hair and spray just a dash of floral perfume before opening her bedroom door to face Missandei again.

"I guess you didn't want to do cute, just drop dead gorgeous." Missandei simply said, a laugh escaping her.

"Too much?" She glanced down, but she was completely covered up by her silky dressing gown... Of course if she removed the dressing gown then there would be a lot more on display. "Anyway, time for you to go."

"What?" Missandei yelped, standing up from the armchair with a confused expression on her face.

"I don't think you should be here if Jon turns up?" She spoke slowly, because her drunk friend might not get it otherwise.

"He could be ages away," Missandei frowned.

"And he could be just outside, so... Look you're the one who invited him here! Let's go." Missandei frowned even more at this, but Daenerys was not budging from the door. "I'm even going to walk you all the way downstairs."

Missandei gave an exaggerated and long farewell to each individual cat before taking her time putting her coat back. Daenerys kept trying to usher her towards the door, but that seemed to prolong the torturous farewell further. At last they were ready until Daenerys remembered something she should do before going downstairs.

She ran over to the coffee table where she had left the wine and poured half a glass in order for her to down it before they left. She returned to Missandei, feeling automatically relaxed.

"Really?" Missandei's mouth had been gaping as she watched what Daenerys did.

"I might not have a chance to drink any more tonight!"

Daenerys lived directly opposite the main lift for her floor, so it was a simple task of exiting her flat and pressing the button. They went down in the lift in silence, but when they got to the lobby, Missandei tugged at Daenerys's arm to stop her leading her towards the door.

"I'm sorry if I was massively interfering..." Missandei began, trailing off as if hoping that Daenerys would tell her she was being silly.

"You were."

"Oh, okay, I just... You've never liked someone before and I could see you shutting down, because liking someone is scary for you, so I knew if nothing happened tonight then nothing would ever happen -,"

"Okay, you know me very well." Daenerys simply interrupted to stop hearing how scarily accurate everything Missandei was saying actually was. "I forgive you."

She squeezed Missandei's hand to let her know all was well.

"Right, I should go before my booty text for your benefit arrives." Daenerys shook her head with a laugh and Missandei began walking towards the door again. Daenerys was close behind to see her off. "Good luck."

"Let me know you've gotten home safely."

"I doubt you'll be looking at your phone for the rest of the night." Missandei replied, scrunching up her nose before blowing a kiss to her.

Daenerys grinned as she watched Missandei walking away, not noticing the man emerging from the shadows until he was basking in the light from the building.

Her body froze, not ready for this moment where it would have to react to Jon being in such close proximity. A big part of her wanted to turn away from his face and run straight up to her flat to not deal with these consequences, but a bigger part of her, of course, wanted to see what would happen that night if she just didn't think about tomorrow for once.

And so she smiled softly at him to begin with, almost embarrassed, as she remembered what she was currently wearing. Soon they were both smiling, no, beaming at each other. That was a good way to know that they were happy with their decision to be stood there right now, and that urged Daenerys to step closer to the door and invite him in.

"Are you coming in?" She was so proud of the way the words left her mouth. It gave off the correct air of not freaking out at all inside, yet still having a tinge of flirtation.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Jon didn't seem to be doing as well with not sounding like he was freaking out, but he still took a confident stride to join her in the lobby. Sliding through the small gap that Daenerys had created by opening the door meant that there wasn't much space for him to pass her without his chest coming into contact with her.

Her head was tilted upwards, staring up at him as he stared down at her. She wanted to kiss him right then and there, but she used all her self-control too pull herself away and silently lead him towards the lifts. Once they were inside and Daenerys pushed the button to her floor, she pushed her back against the wall and dared to look up at him once more.

He was up against the opposite side of the lift and he was looking at her like he hadn't taken his eyes off her this whole time. The intensity of his eyes was impossible to not cause a reaction of blushing, heat underneath the skin and the strong desire to touch him. He began to smile as if he knew he was causing her to feel all these things and Daenerys was weak to smile back when he smiled.

"Stop smiling!" She complained after an unadulterated period of just smiling and staring.

"Why?" He laughed, completely amused at her whining about such a thing.

"It's weird to see you smiling so much." She laughed as well.

"Can't I smile?" He took a step towards her and suddenly it was all serious once more.

He was suddenly centimetres from her and Daenerys felt her breath stop in her throat as she anticipated what would happen next.

What happened next was the lift coming to a halt and opening the doors to bring them out of their current bliss.

Daenerys, flustered, quickly escaped her proximity to Jon by approaching her door. She opened it, her back pushed up to the door as she let Jon past. He finally stopped looking at her, to appreciate her living quarters with his eyes.

"So this is my room... Oh, I mean, my house... My flat." She wanted to slap herself for the words accidentally escaping her. She was clearly just thinking about where she wanted Jon to take her.

Jon didn't seem to really notice her saying anything wrong, but she thought she saw him smiling from the profile look she was getting of him right now. He was still looking around her immaculately kept flat, as if looking for clues about how she lived her life and any insight to her past. She saw his eyes glide over to her wall where a photo of her as a little girl was hanging up.

A purr from one of her cats brought her attention back to her surroundings, instead of just Jon's face.

"Who is this?" Jon asked, as Drogon eyed Jon up, wondering if he was a suitable person to approach. Jon bent his knee and held out his hand towards Drogon. After a stare-off of sorts, Drogon approached and rubbed against Jon's leg.

"Drogon," She finally replied, staring in awe at the way Jon and Drogon were interacting. It was so similar to how her and Jon's relationship had started.

She started off feeling cautious and sketchy about Jon, but now she just wanted to rub herself against Jon as well.

Okay, she needed to calm down.

"And there's a Viserion," Jon said and Daenerys realized she had told him his name in her earlier text. She wondered if he had picked up on the similarity with Viserys when it came to their names.

"Yes, he's probably sleeping." She approached the sofa where Jon was stood near to and peeked over the top to find a sleeping Rhaegal there.

"That's Rhaegal," She announced, as Jon followed her to peer over as well. He was positioned right behind her and she could feel his chest right on her back. "And Viserion." She had found Viserion curled up underneath her coffee table.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry for running away like that on Wednesday." Before anything happened tonight, she had to get those words out. She moved away from him, back towards the wall she had been standing at, as if when she was too close to him she couldn't think straight and get the words out.

"I understand, you probably needed to think about it."

"I haven't thought about anything else." She rested her head against the wall and by the way Jon's eyes diverted from her eyes to her legs, she realized her dressing gown must have flashed him something then.

"Neither have I." He spoke so intensely without a trace of a smile and the anticipation for him to come over to her was going to kill her, but she didn't have to wait long for he was walking over to her purposefully at a slow pace to continue to make her want this more and more.

It didn't matter if this was completely wrong – this was what they both wanted and needed right now.

"But if I kiss you," He leaned in, his hand pushing the wall by her head. He was so tantalizing close that what he was offering up was driving her wild. "Then I won't be able to stop."

"I'm not going to want you to stop, Jon."

Her breath hit his face as she spoke, because he was forever inching closer. Eventually there was no more space to get any closer and his lips were on hers in an automatically passionate affair. The way his lips sank on to hers made it clear that they had both been thinking about this since they tested the waters with the lightest of kisses.

For some reason her hand went immediately to his hair, as if that was the most important thing for her and for Jon the most important thing seemed to be to carefully untie her nightgown and let it slip off her shoulders to reveal her pale clavicle. He lifted his lips from hers to watch her reaction as he let his fingers graze across her neck to clavicle, to her barely there cleavage. The lightest of gasps escaped her and she made sure to bite down hard on his bottom lip when he brought his face back to hers.

She was off the floor in a matter of seconds and her legs were wrapped around his strong body. As soon as his mouth travelled down her throat, she breathlessly told him exactly where she wanted to go.

"Take me to my room – it's to the side here." She waved her arm out pointlessly and the crash of photo frames and a vase were the sounds to confirm that Jon wasn't paying attention to where she was directing him to.

"Sorry, sorry," Jon said, as they fumbled into the room, but Daenerys was nowhere near close to caring about that. Instead she brought her face back down to his.

"Shut up." She didn't know how they made it to her room at all, but eventually they seemed to be by her bed.

When they got to her bed's edge, she slid down his body so her feet could touch the floor once more, but to feel grounded wasn't a sensation she desired right now. She pushed him down on to the bed with an intensity she didn't realise she possessed in her little body. When his eyes didn't falter to leave hers, in fact, they grew hungrier by the second, she straddled him right then and there. Slowly she slithered her skimpy nightgown up her body, revealing her flesh little by little to those hungry eyes.

There was a moment where neither of them moved, her suddenly feeling nervous to have her breasts displayed right in front of his face, but she knew he was staring at her with some sort of awe, as he was growing harder beneath her and he lifted himself up to begin kissing her breasts. His mouth on every part of her body was what she had been craving and so far it was living up to her expectations. She placed her hand beneath her to start stirring on his excitement, but then she realized he was still wearing his shirt and this could simply not stay this way.

She unbuttoned his shirt, which was difficult, when he kept causing pleasurable waves to ride through her as he kissed her skin. She gave up and simply pulled his shirt open with the sudden force she seemed to possess – so what if she ruined his shirt, he had knocked down some priceless ornaments out in her living room.

She could barely see what she was doing, but she could feel his chest and it was defined enough to double her rush to have him inside her – it couldn't come quick enough. She unbuckled his trousers to get things moving along at the exact moment where Jon's hands began exploring lower regions as well. An almost laugh escaped her as she discovered that he had a decent number of inches and she reached over his whole body to get into her bedside table to pick out a condom from the top drawer.

It felt a bit strange to be getting a condom from the collection that Daario had started when he used to visit, but she could barely think about that, or anything for that matter, as by leaning over Jon, she was giving him better access to feel how she wasn't wearing underwear and how wet she was between her thighs. He rolled her body over onto her back so he was on top of her. She frantically pulled his trousers and boxers down to put his condom on. She wrapped her leg to rest on his bum and he kept his mouth on her neck, biting down on her skin.

He entered her and their bodies both inhaled sharply in rhythm with each other. Moans escaped her freely now as he pushed into her further and he wasn't exactly quiet as he moved back and forth either.

When Daenerys had sex it felt like a song was playing and a fantastic, mind blowing song was playing during this. Their bodies were the instruments perfecting the melody that both of them wanted to orchestrate with little surprise beats coming in at times to excite the other, and then they would provide their own vocals for the song. The more pleasurable the experience, the more lyrics would appear in the song.

When a song was so good, you just had to lie on your bed and suck up the greatness before nothing else mattered in the world and you were just floating out of your body to enjoy the waves that rode through you.

And soon she was floating.

"So..."

"So..."

She lifted her head lightly as the reverberations of his laughter shook her from his chest. She lightly laughed as well as she stared back at him. The awkward laughter subsided and he tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear.

"What is all this now? Is it going -," Daenerys was quick to interrupt him as she was scared of what that question could be. Was he going to ask if this was a start to a relationship? No, because that couldn't work.

"To affect our promotions? No, right? We both still want the job, but it's just a little complicated."

It was true. It was a little complicated now. They both still wanted the promotion and so this night couldn't affect what they wanted. They both worked too hard for that, but, she suddenly thought, what if he won?

"Yeah, I guess it is."

This conversation would only bring a downer on what had just happened; that was clear from the way Jon looked like he was entering his own head instead of just enjoying the moment. Daenerys was slowly following him into the darkness of her own head and so she quickly shook herself out of it.

"Let's not think about it for now anyway. As long as we work well together for the event still, then it's not really a problem for the time being... Anyway, are you going now?" She asked seriously, now lying down next to him, tugging on the blanket she had placed over them both as a post-coital modesty kind of thing.

"What? My trains have stopped for the night already." Jon gave a bemused laugh.

"Oh... it looks like you're going to be homeless for the night then." She continued to speak extremely slowly, adapting the way she used to speak to him before they got themselves into this situation. He stopped smiling and only then she began to laugh. "Jon, I'm joking."

"That seemed like something you would make me do, so I didn't know."

"I'm not evil!" She swatted his chest with her hand, laughing all the while and he joined in as well.

"Yeah, just sleeping with the enemy."

He was still joking around with her, but it sent a chill in Daenerys. He still thought she saw him as an enemy? If she saw him as an enemy then this meant that it was all a game still, right?

She couldn't blame him for still feeling cautious of her. If she was him, she still would as well, but sleeping with him wouldn't benefit her position in the slightest, in fact this was a hindrance to her promotion, so this was all wrong in logic if that's how he felt.

"And so are you, but it's different with me, isn't it?" The tone changed automatically with just that one sentence leaving her lips.

"No." Jon could see her face and tone change, because he violently shook his head.

"You still think I could be playing or-,"

"No, no, Dany, I don't think that anymore." His words were strong in his disagreement with her. He propped his head up with his elbow, his face covering her vision of the rest of the room. She stared at it hard, hoping it would give her the truth and eventually she breathed again and smiled softly.

"Good. I don't know what this is, but it's not that."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, before moving away to lie back down flat on the bed. As he moved, his chest came into clear focus for the first time that evening.

"What are these?" Her voice was rushed and full of concern. Decorating his chest were heavy lines of past injury; three or four, at least, were marked hard there, not disappearing any day soon.

"Oh, it was from skateboarding when I was younger." He was quite dismissive about them as he said this and so Daenerys felt that maybe she shouldn't be so concerned about them even though they were some scars.

"You used to skateboard?" She decided to play it down like he was doing and so she asked her question with a laugh.

"Not very well as you can see." He laughed too, pointing down to his chest before tugging the blanket to cover himself slightly.

"I would go as far as to say you were an awful skateboarder."

"Yeah, I didn't win any competitions."

"Oh, no, you entered competitions?" She laughed, enjoying how either what she said or her laugh caused his own lips to tug upwards. She had never seen Jon smile this much and she wanted to see it a lot more. "How old were you when this happened?"

"About eleven." Suddenly the smiling stopped, Jon was inside his head again and she didn't know if these scars were as simple as he claimed them to be, but was it really any of her business?

"I was eleven when I used to play the clarinet." Instead of hanging on to a topic that perhaps made Jon uncomfortable, she announced her life as an eleven year old as a big joke.

"You only had one hobby? I would think you were one of those girls with loads of hobbies."

Yes, he was smiling again, so this was all going favourably again.

"Okay... I used to do horse riding and ballet dancing. Oh, and chess!"

"Chess?" He was surprised.

"Can you play?"

"No."

"Good, because it would be very embarrassing for you if I kicked your arse in it."

She shouldn't have brought up chess. Her face was forced into a smiling expression as her head replayed the times Viserys taught her why chess was such an important game, as it was the only game that was close to how real life worked.

She beat him at it once and she knew never to beat him in it again after that.

"I dodged a bullet there."

"Definitely..." She didn't want to discuss chess anymore, just like he didn't want to discuss skateboarding anymore, so now she had to decide whether they now just awkwardly went to sleep or they maybe stayed up a little later.

"Do you want a drink? As you're apparently going to be staying the night."

"Yeah, a glass of water." She sat up properly and pulled the blanket completely off Jon so that she could wrap it around herself. She let out quite a loud giggle at the strangled sounding gasp Jon released as he was completely exposed – Daenerys enjoyed his exposure though.

"Ooh, sorry, I'm having wine, so you'll have to have one too." She was now out of bed, looking down at him, as he struggled to get under her main sheets.

"I was going to say if you don't have water then I'll have wine." She laughed; Jon was becoming funnier and more charming each day. That was perhaps a bad thing, but not something to muse about now.

"Perfect."

She walked out her bedroom door when a thought grasped at her and she decided she needed an answer right at that second. She pulled her head back into the doorway.

"Oh, Jon, do you snore?" She said it like it was the most important question in the world and in that moment, it so completely was.

"I've never had complaints of that?" Jon replied with a snort.

"Just checking."

They spent the rest of the night with a glass of wine each, continuing on trying to find more out about each other without falling for the other, but the more they talked, the more Daenerys found herself losing sight of the fact that they had a promotion to battle each other over.

So she had to wonder, by screwing Jon was she screwing herself over?