'Our secret moments in a crowded room,
They got no idea about me and you...
All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation
My hands are shaking from holding back from you...
ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF'
- Dress, Taylor Swift

(is it obvious I love this song? No, then read further)

Dress is the red one seen here: . /litanyfever/jonerys-draw-your-swords/

DAENERYS - Part I

Daenerys surveyed the room with a critical eye, because despite her current situation, she still was a perfectionist at her very core and needed the night to run perfectly for that reason alone. Everything did seem perfect though. She knew her and Jon had done a fantastic job on their task and that it should be a difficult decision for Tyrion to make regarding who should be getting the promotion, but the promotion was located in the back seat of her brain right now – she had so much to deal with first.

"So, what do you think?" The voice set a small smile on her face despite herself. She tried her best to hide that smile as she turned to face Jon, who had entered in the event space behind her, but the image was so shocking that it caused her not to smile, but to freeze with her mouth slightly agape.

He was wearing a tux. Jon Snow was wearing a tux. Jon Snow had also done something to his hair to tame it from its usually wild appearance. It was not an exaggeration to say that she gulped slightly as her eyes took in his whole being.

She did slowly smile as she saw that he had not yet done up his bow tie, perhaps because he didn't know how to do it, so in that instant he went from a strange foreigner back to the Jon she had grown fond of.

"Do you mean of you or the venue?" This caused Jon to smirk, something she didn't see him do very often, but something she enjoyed seeing – especially on this dapper man who stood before her.

"The venue, but you can comment on either." He replied, standing straight. Daenerys took a cautious step forward; she felt like she had to be cautious as it had been a while since they had flirted at all and she wasn't sure why the hell she was deciding on doing it now. She had decided to be careful with her heart with what had happened, but now here she was wanting to… in simple terms… ravage him whole.

"Well, the room is set, name cards are out, the music has been selected, everything has been printed out accurately and the canapes taste delicious, so I think we're ready." She cleared her throat before continuing on. "You, on the other hand, do not look ready yet."

She took a final confident stride to begin doing up his bow tie, avoiding his eyes as she did so, as that would reveal that she wasn't quite so confident about doing this at all. He remained completely still as she fiddled with his tie, but she was so close to him that she could feel his chest vibrate before he actually spoke.

"I was considering using a clip-on one, but I knew you wouldn't approve of that." Her eyes darted up to his face as he said this, but they quickly went back down to his tie as he had been staring at her quite intensely.

"All done." She said, adjusting his bow slightly to make sure it was even. "I guess I should go back to the office and get ready myself."

Daenerys had left her dress in the office and all her equipment required to get her party ready. She had left it there and not taken it with her to the venue like Jon had, because she needed a reason to go back and not just the real reason why she needed to go there – speak to Tyrion.

She needed to be back here in just over an hour in order to make sure she was there before the first guest arrived – it would be a tight schedule, so she had to leave now if she wanted that talk with Tyrion.

She smiled, finally giving Jon eye contact, but just as she pulled herself away from him, he held on to her hands to keep them at his bowtie. Although it was the lightest of touches, he had her paralysed.

"Are you going to be -,"

"Did you want to test the lighting in here?" Dany knew that annoying voice belonged to Laura, their events coordinator, so she didn't even need to turn around.

She thankfully knew what Jon would have asked her – if she was going to speak to Tyrion – and so she gave him a curt nod, before finally pulling away from Jon's captivating hold and directing her attention to Laura.

"Impeccable timing as always. I will leave you in Jon's capable hands." Laura looked slightly thrilled by that situation and so Daenerys left her with a glare she hoped was cold enough to dampen Laura's spirits.

She put on her trench coat and left without giving Jon a second look. The lift was already at their floor and so she got in with ease, pressing the button to demand the doors to shut, but they didn't shut immediately; Jon's hand blocked them closing and it felt like the two of them were staring at each other for the longest amount of time before Jon's gruff voice broke the silence.

"Let me know how everything goes, I meant what I said."

It took Dany a second to remember what he had said, because she had pretty much lost her mind the night before and everything was hazy from that encounter with Jon. He had said he would walk right out with her if it turned out that the company was still corrupt.

"Okay." She simply said, giving him an unsure half-smile, but this seemed to appease him enough and so he released the door for it to shut and stop them staring so intensely at each other.

Of course Tyrion wasn't in the office when she got there.

However after much fake cooing and laughing with his PA, she discovered that he had scheduled some time in the office before he would arrive to the party late to make a little speech and such – the speech had been arranged all along, as it was only right to have the stand-in CEO making a speech about how passionate they were about their corporate social responsibility and blah blah blah… all of that spiel. Daenerys was a little more concerned by the fact that he was intending on arriving late to the event? How late? This meant she would be late then?

She decided that she would just have to get herself ready first and then just hope that Tyrion would arrive soon enough that she didn't completely abandon the event that was really the deal breaker of her getting a promotion or not.

So now she stood in the women toilets, staring at her reflection to make sure she looked presentable.

Daenerys always picked her outfits off a pale colour palette, especially for anything corporate, but tonight was different; she wore the colour of fresh blood in the form of a silk crepe de chine dress pulled over her shape in the most flattering of ways. The boning in the chest of the dress pressed against her in not the most comfortable of ways, but in a way to let her know that it was doing its job. Her blonde hair seemed to scream out more dramatically against the vibrant red shade that laced its way down her body. The smallest of smiles crept onto her face as she continued to stare at her reflection as her hands smoothed over every curve of her body.

She would be lying if she said that she didn't wish someone else's hands were running over her dress right at this moment, but it was something she didn't really want to admit considering everything that had happened in that respect. Although maybe she had picked out this specific dress in order to cause some sort of punishment that he wasn't able to touch her when she looked like this, but if she caused that sort of reaction in him then wouldn't it be causing punishment to herself more?

Because then all she would want was him to push her up against a wall in a private room at the event (there was a cloakroom that would be perfect for that – she had checked… for no particular reason) and creep his hand up her thigh to –

"Ugh!"

She let out a loud groan and removed her hands from her dress, because clearly that action was just causing her to think about stupid Jon Snow even more. She needed to get some more self-control, but until she did that, at least she was able to focus on the actual matter at hand instead of her sick obsession with having Jon's body pressed up against her.

Yup, she needed to stop thinking about Jon.

She put on the finishing touch of a deep red lipstick and then began putting together her things. She had been forty-five minutes already and she dreaded checking her phone to see if Jon had contacted her to see why she wasn't there ready to greet everyone at HER OWN EVENT. This was completely unprofessional for her and yet, for the first time, she didn't really care; she wouldn't care until she could find peace of mind in what had been occurring at this company.

She looked at herself in the mirror one more time.

Good, she looked so much more controlled than yesterday. It was a bloody fantastic job that Tyrion hadn't been in the office the night before, because otherwise she would have gone into his office screaming and crying, now, however, she looked like she meant business and was far from crying. Even if the story was completely different on the inside.

If Tyrion wasn't back in the office yet, then she would just have to speak to him about it at the event later – she was sure that wouldn't go down very well at all. Thankfully though as she left the toilets with her belongings, she saw that there was a welcoming glow from his office; the blinds were usually shut to his office, like they were now, so she couldn't see what he was actually doing.

She took a deep breath and headed to his door, stopping off at her desk only to dump all her things there. She noted that the PA had left at this point – she was probably at the event where Daenerys was supposed to be right now – and so she could go to his office quite freely now. Her hands unsteadily shook as she approached the door and so she clenched them both into fists, using one of them to knock on the door.

The distant grunt of what seemed like a greeting was enough for Daenerys to grip the handle and burst into the room like a red hurricane. Tyrion was sat at his desk, like he usually seemed to be, taking a sip from a glass of red wine. He looked mildly surprised to see Daenerys there, but he always seemed to have a good control over his facial features, so she couldn't make out how surprised he actually was.

"Ah, Daenerys," He said, furrowing his brow as he set his glass down. "I was just making sure I knew my speech for the event and speaking of the event… Shouldn't you be there right now?"

He made to look at his wrist, but he didn't actually have a watch on that wrist; this was something that under usual circumstances Daenerys would have made a witty comment on or perhaps Tyrion had something witty to say, but Daenerys cut him off pretty fast.

"I needed to have a conversation with you that I didn't think would go down very well in front of potential new clients."

Yes, it was definitely a good thing that she hadn't been able to do this yesterday – imagine the lack of articulation that would have been present in that conversation.

Tyrion, again, was difficult to read, but it was clear that he was intrigued regardless of whether it was good or bad news. He motioned for Daenerys to take a seat in front of his desk, but Daenerys stayed stood up – she wasn't about to rest as she spoke out about this subject. This seemed to throw Tyrion slightly.

"Well, you've set the scene – what would you like to discuss?"

She took a deep breath and let her words fall from her mouth in the most direct manner she could manage.

"I came across some documents yesterday that showed how my brother managed to take money from you and it wasn't done without help; Cersei signed off on every single one of those documents. I don't know if she did it for some tax free money or if something was going on with -,"

Her voice trailed off as the way Tyrion behaved was enough to tell her what she needed to know.

"But you already knew that, didn't you?" She asked, lamely.

Her breath was caught in her throat as she watched him take a sip of his wine, buying his time before he had to answer her question. The most non-humorous of laughs left her then, as she continued to wait for his response.

He finally stopped sipping on his wine and held his hands up to her, as if admitting his faults in all this.

"When you came forward to turn your brother in, it had to be investigated… not even my sister could cover that up, but then in turn we covered that up." There was a tinge of panic in his voice as he spoke. "We would have never been able to come back from that if it came out about Cersei being involved. Not that Cersei would have let us get it out anyway… But can you imagine the headlines? The scandal?"

Daenerys wasn't really listening enough to be able to reply to his questions. Her face was etched with concentration lines as she got all of this into her brain.

"Why did she do it?" Tyrion snorted a little and shrugged his arms, not giving Daenerys a clear answer.

"She was putting money aside from everyone and this was an easy way to do it, because if Viserys got caught, then he would take the full blame."

"And Viserys…" She started, not sure where she was going with it.

"He never brought her into it. Probably thought she'd still get away with it, and she had – until now."

It felt like Daenerys had her closure on what happened with her brother without having to ever speak to him about it. Of course she'd never really know what happened between Cersei and Viserys, because to not turn someone else in was very unlike Viserys, but she'd never have a need to know more than that about what happened. She could close the book on Viserys once more.

Well, almost.

The matter remained that Tyrion knew about this.

"You knew all this time."

"I was powerless to do anything, it would ruin the company." Tyrion paused as if he realised how Daenerys having this information could still ruin the company. He was dramatically using his hands to help his speech. "I meant what I said about making this a better place. I want us to be respected, to be better than it ever could be under my sister's reign… To change the wheel. You can see that, right?"

She believed him.

Tyrion's words brought her back to the first conversation they had about the promotion. He had said that he thought either her or Jon would be the best fit for higher management, for his vision of a non-corrupt future.

Now she knew why she was chosen without a doubt in her mind.

Finally she gave a nod in response to Tyrion's question, but it wasn't going to be the answer he really expected.

"Now I see… You could have considered a lot of women in this company, but you chose me, because I'm the one who fought the injustice of my brother and your sister. I revealed the internal corruption, so I would be able to stamp out future corruption."

"That isn't -,"

"Oh, but it is." Daenerys was quick to interrupt Tyrion. She smiled courteously as she did so. "You know you're going to be watched very closely, so you've got to have the right people by your side. Jon probably has the cleanest background and I have the opposite, but I turned my brother in for the company and that's what makes all the difference."

She paced a short distance between the two chairs set in front of Tyrion's desk, as another thought nestled in her mind.

"Or perhaps you didn't know how much I actually knew about my brother's embezzlement and you thought it was best to keep me sweet."

"Daenerys -,"

"I have my brother to thank for a new job position again it seems." She let out a loud, hollow laugh, realising with that sentence how truly fucked up her life still was long after Viserys.

She had stayed in this job, screwing Daario and hoping for a promotion, when it had been Viserys who got her a job here and made her think it would be a good opportunity.

Her thoughts had been correct when she spoke to Jon the night before – men really did rule her career.

Viserys got her the very first job that she could put down on her resume. He also strongly suggested that she sleep with management in order to further propel her career, which led her straight to Daario, and then she had to compete with Jon, whom she ended up sleeping with as well, in order to prove she was worthy of a job promotion from Tyrion. Now she was finding out that all along she was only being considered due to her 'conquering corruption' with Viserys and that took her all the way back to the start.

What the hell was she doing?

She laughed again, because what else could she do? She massaged her temples, attempting to process what the correct move was for her now.

"That is not -,"

"Tyrion," She figured she could just interrupt him whenever the hell she wanted now, so she was taking full advantage of that. "If you're worried I'm going to reveal anything about Cersei then rest assured I won't – I have more than a few confidential matters that I've actually kept confidential and wouldn't want them getting out. Anyway, I must get to the event that I am supposed to be running, but I am sure that doesn't matter in the slightest."

"We really should discuss this further." Tyrion slammed his fist on the table as he spoke, the clear frustration evident with how Daenerys was running off with this theory in her head.

"Oh, no," Daenerys had already turned her back on him and was heading in the direction of the door. "Completely unnecessary until I come to a conclusion of what this all means to me. I will set myself a deadline of Monday morning for a conclusion. I'll see you later this evening."

She gave him a final wave without turning to look behind her.

He was still calling after her and she was surprised that he wasn't running behind her to get her to stop, but she managed to get inside of the lift without seeing him approaching behind her. She checked the watch on her wrist, still avoiding her phone, to see she had only missed the first half hour of the party though, so she wasn't doing disastrously bad… yet.

JON

Drinks were flowing, people appeared to be mingling and Jon hadn't done anything wrong to fuck up the whole night yet. In fact there was very little that Jon was meant to do now that the party was in full-swing, as he didn't have any speeches to make or people to actually mingle with as that was up to higher management and the business development managers who looked after the key clients. It was just up to him to make sure things continued to run smoothly and everyone stuck to the programme, so it wasn't absolutely vital to the proceedings that Daenerys wasn't at their own bloody event yet, but it wasn't like Daenerys to be late to anything.

He continued to wander aimlessly around the party, finding it difficult to make fake conversations with guests, as his eyes kept glancing to the main lift that people had to come out of in order to arrive at the party.

There were fewer and fewer welcome prosecco being served, as guests were only trickling few the lift doors now. Jon sighed and downed the remains of his own prosecco.

He was worried, in fact, beyond worried about Daenerys. He had seen the state she was in yesterday and he didn't know how she would cope with talking to Tyrion today… And what would have been the outcome of it all? Surely nothing good if it was taking this long for her to arrive… Or was she even going to attend the event at all?

"Jon!" His mounting thoughts were interrupted by the female voice and hand pulling on his arm. He turned his head to see an almost anxious looking Sansa. He had seen her when she first arrived, but hadn't for at least half an hour. "I've been looking for you!"

Sansa had leapt at the chance of attending the event, as this was completely and utterly her thing. He was sure she had posted a dozen photos to whatever social media app was thriving amongst the younger generation nowadays… not that Jon was exactly old, but still.

Sansa had put in a lot of effort with her outfit as well. She wore a white fitted dress and pink fur shrug around her shoulders. She usually had a dash of pink in her outfit somewhere.

"Well, I've been right here. You enjoying yourself?" Jon asked, his eyes still flitting towards the lifts whenever he could hear the doors open.

"Mmmhmm…" Sansa mumbled, non-committedly, causing Jon to give her his full attention. Sansa gave a small shrug, before speaking in a much softer voice, as if someone might overhear them. "I just thought it might be more like the parties Cersei used to post on her Instagram. There is not a single famous person here."

Jon couldn't help but roll his eyes, even if he could understand why Sansa, a person who worships socialites, would be disappointed by this party.

"This is a strictly corporate event to win new business." He blandly stated. Sansa looked like she didn't grasp how this meant that they couldn't have a room full of celebrities.

"Daenerys isn't even here; I was looking forward to seeing her."

You and me both, Jon thought.

"Jon," Another interruption that wasn't the welcoming face of Daenerys. In fact it was the least welcoming face of all – Daario. After the last time they spoke, Jon really wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face. "This is quite the party you and the lovely Daenerys have put together. Where is she?"

Sansa was also staring at Jon, as if she also wanted to ask this very question.

"I believe she's getting ready." Jon said curtly, internally groaning at how even that statement made Daario's expression grow smugger. What did he have to be smug about right now?

"Being late to her own event? She knows how to make an entrance." Daario was talking in a familiar tone for someone who shouldn't be making it obvious that he had any relationship with Daenerys that wasn't professional.

And he was also completely wrong.

Daenerys would never be late to her event. She would be the first one there to make sure everything was perfect and this was why Jon was so concerned at her lack of presence now.

Jon remained silent, feeling no need to give an answer to that. So the three of them stood silently until Daario decided too much time had passed and it was best for him to continue on.

"Well, I was going to ask her if she would rather introduce Tyrion to speak instead of me doing it." He gave his smarmy smile and took a sip of his prosecco. Jon's facial expressions remained tense, as he didn't think it was worth hiding his displeasure to be in the same room as Daario, let alone in a conversation with him.

"You can wait for her to arrive to ask her that or we can just stick to how we all agreed things to run." Jon said, finally providing Daario with a forced smile, hoping this was the end of their little conversation now.

Daario froze for a second, with his prosecco seconds away from his mouth, before he broke out into his disgusting little smile again.

"Hmm…" Daario took a sip of his drink and then turned his attention finally to Sansa. "I don't believe we've met."

"Oh, I'm -,"

"This is my cousin, Sansa." Jon stepped in quickly, not wanting Daario to know anything more about her than that. Daario eyed Jon with what looked like a smirk, before holding out a hand for Sansa to shake and she did so, because she was the politest girl in the world.

"Daario," His hand seemed to stay touching Sansa's hand for just a second too long for Jon. "I figured you didn't work with us, as I would have remembered that face."

Both of Jon's hands clenched instinctively.

He could really punch Daario right now.

He would punch Daario right now.

Sansa's hand squeezed Jon's arm though as his head had firmly decided on punching Daario right in the face.

He turned to look at Sansa and her face had suddenly lit up. She was paying no attention to Daario and instead was looking past Jon in the direction of the lifts.

Jon turned his head to see the most calming vision in a flurry of red. Thoughts of punching Daario, of the event, of the promotion and of his life seemed to vanish when Daenerys stepped into the room. Forget that, the whole room seemed to disappear when she was there.

He had seen her at last year's Christmas party in a white dress, a vision of innocence with hair that melted into her dress, and had decided that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Now she was in the complete opposite, with the strong contrast of platinum blonde to bright red, looking like she could kill him with minimal effort, but he knew that would be the kind of death he would long for if he got another intimate moment with her.

She didn't look upset, but instead smiled easily around the room, already picking up a glass of prosecco. He knew how she put on a face to the crowds, so he still needed to know she was okay, but for now they were just two people in a crowded room where nobody knew about them.

Her eye caught his and his infatuation with her must have been evident on his face in that moment, as she gave the tiniest of smirks to show that they still had a secret between them. And then the moment was over as she strutted off in the complete opposite direction to him.

He cursed himself for the thousandth time for being such an utter arsehole to her.

DAENERYS - Part II

She had always found it easiest to conceal her emotions when she was in a room full of people, so Daenerys was currently in her element for avoiding her thoughts and confusion. She had only been there for thirty minutes and had managed to avoid everyone she didn't want to speak to and spoken to at least fifteen acquaintances in that amount of time.

She gave another fake smile and uttered a 'thank you' to someone else who offered a compliment on her appearance or maybe they were complimenting the event, she was just thanking people without a real thought now.

Her feet froze and wouldn't let her walk further, as she saw Jon once again with some ginger haired girl at the bar. She was definitely too young to be at an event like this and definitely did not work here as Daenerys still had the names and faces of everyone who worked at the company memorised. The conclusion was that Jon must know her and she didn't like to think anything more about that point.

She downed the rest of her (third) glass of prosecco and marched the other way to find another full prosecco instantly, but her eyes caught onto a thankfully familiar and welcomed face.

"Oh my gosh!" She shrieked, jumping forward to give her best friend, Missandei, a hug.

She was truly the worst person in the world. She had invited Missandei to this event as her plus one and had even ensured that she was on the list for it today, but had miraculously in all that had happened forgotten that she would be here.

It was a lovely surprise for her, but she figured that it had probably been a shitty night for Missandei so far.

Daenerys finished suffocating Missandei with her hug and pulled back with what she hoped was a smile that told her she was extremely sorry, but also required heaps of sympathy.

"You're always early," Missandei stated slowly, as if about to ramble on to a speech and this was highly likely given the dreadful circumstances Dany had left poor, slightly socially awkward Missandei in this evening. "So I arrived on time and have spent the past hour or so staring at walls, sipping on the same glass of prosecco and avoiding this creepy man who wants to talk to me about the recent developments in the retail industry."

"I am so, so, so unbelievably sorry. I have had a truly horrible past week." Missandei knew what had happened with Jon this week, but Dany hadn't really gone into the details of how Cersei had been assisting her brother in stealing money.

And now there was the new information of how Tyrion already knew about everything and had picked Daenerys for the promotion opportunity solely due to what had happened with her brother for possibly many reasons.

Hmm… it was quite a lot to get into for an event with all her fellow employees and… oh, dear God, Daario.

Without saying another word, Daenerys grabbed hold of Missandei by the wrist and dragged her around the corner. They stood still for a second, as Daenerys kept an eye out for Daario, making sure he was well in the clear.

"Wow, what is going on?" Missandei asked with wide eyes and a mildly concerned expression for her best friend. Dany finally looked back at Missandei and gave an unconvincing laugh.

"It's just… Daario was approaching and I've successfully avoided him all night. He's the last person I want to see here tonight…" She scrunched her nose up slightly, as she considered that. "Actually maybe not the last."

Definitely not the last.

Although she was wracking quite an extensive list of people she didn't want to see right now – Daario, Tyrion, Jon and now this ginger haired girl at the bar…

"As your best friend, I would like to say that you are acting quite manic tonight."

"And you look wonderful!" Daenerys replied, as a means of getting the attention off her, but honestly Missandei did look great. She always looked wonderful at things like this, even if she did always wear the same fitted blue dress to them, she always made it look like a million pounds.

"Yes, manic." Missandei confirmed, with a nod, but then her eyes started doing something really weird, as if they were bulging out of her head. "So… just wondering who that last person would have been?"

Missandei's voice got softer and faster as she proceeded to go on with her sentence, causing Daenerys great confusion. Her whole face scrunched up before she responded in a tone that suggested it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Jon!"

"Daenerys,"

She practically jumped in the air as she heard that exact person greet her from right next to her and it took many attempts for her to try and get some coherent words out to him.

"Uh… Uhm… Jon, we… This is my friend, Missandei."

He was the last person that she wanted to see tonight, because she had no idea what to tell him about her meeting with Tyrion and that was obviously the only thing that he would have wanted to speak about right at this very moment.

"Uhm… Hello, Missandei, I'm Jon and sorry to interrupt." She stared at him as he made his way around the awkward conversation that Daenerys had created for him. It was nice to stare at him when she had a perfectly reasonable explanation for doing so.

"Yes, I've heard a lot about you."

Daenerys whipped her head from staring at Jon to glare right at Missandei. What on earth? What kind of friend brought attention to the fact that their friend had conversed greatly about their complicated working relationship?

Not a very good friend!

Daenerys was still glaring at Missandei, but was being ignored as Missandei was smiling at Jon, who she towered over, as she shook his hand.

Clapping started further up the crowd and with a brief glance behind Missandei, she could see Daario picking up the microphone on the stage and so the speeches were obviously about to begin.

"Daenerys," She shuddered as he said her name again. Turning back to look at Jon, she silently begged him not to ask anything. "I was wondering if I could have a word."

Giving an apologetic smile, she gave a brief shake of her head.

"The speech," The words left her simply. As an afterthought, she added, "I'll find you afterwards."

She didn't really want to, not when her head was full of ideas and thoughts that were not fully formed at this moment in time. She had given herself a deadline of Monday morning to have them put together, so she shouldn't have to rush her decision all because of Jon.

Jon challenged her with an intense stare as if he couldn't quite believe she was blowing him off like this, but after a few seconds that felt like hours, he nodded his head and then politely smiled at Missandei.

Daenerys tried to turn back to look at the stage, although she wasn't taking in a single word that Daario was saying, but Missandei cleared her throat pointedly and stared at the profile of Daenerys until she turned to face her.

"Yes?"

"That was weird." Daenerys sighed. "Have you talked properly since…?"

Her voice trailed off, as Missandei was smart and knew that Daenerys couldn't discuss anything relating to her brother anywhere near work. Missandei still thought that the way she had left things with Jon had been the fact that Jon had found out she turned her brother in. Oh, how long ago that felt now.

"Yes, and it's gotten more complicated since then."

"Impossible." Daenerys let out a sharp laugh at that.

"Very, very possible."

There was silence then as Tyrion was welcomed onto the stage and there was more clapping. Daenerys snuck a glance over her shoulder to where Jon was stood with the ginger-haired stranger once more. As if he could sense that Daenerys was looking over at him, his eyes glanced over to her direction and she quickly turned back around with breath caught in her throat.

"You clearly want to talk to him."

And in that moment she knew she did and she almost knew what she needed, and wanted, to say to him about what had happened.

She looked at Missandei, hoping to convey with just one look that yes, she did and she needed to do it now. And because Missandei was a great friend, she nudged her shoulder, pushing her in that direction.

Whilst everyone was watching the stage intently, Daenerys headed in Jon's direction, grabbing a prosecco on her way, and she walked right past him, throwing a glance his way to let him know that he should follow her. She led the way to the cloakroom, not losing her focus on the path ahead of her, because if she turned back once to see if he was following her… Well, then that would be quite embarrassing.

Once she entered the cloakroom, she realised how much smaller it was than even she expected. It was completely packed with coats, aside from one little table that looked like it had no purpose in this room. She was right about the fact that it would be dimly lit and empty. Nobody was occupying the cloakroom to take care of coats at this time, because she knew that they had only requested somebody to be there at the start and end of the evening to avoid extra fees.

Taking a large sip of her prosecco, she marched right over to the table then set her glass on top of it. She braced herself to finally turn around and to her relief; Jon was close behind, shutting the door behind them.

"What did Tyrion say? I was worried about you and couldn't get hold of you. Are you okay?" Jon looked genuinely worried and that strangely relaxed Daenerys for what she was about to say.

She smiled, a soft and sweet smile, one that wasn't always natural for her.

"Everything was fine."

Jon looked confused, like he didn't believe her, but she kept on smiling. She had to make him believe that.

"He didn't know anything about it -,"

"So what is he going to do about it?" Daenerys inhaled deeply, she didn't want Jon to care this much about it, because now it was more difficult to lie. She took her time to reply, leaning against the table with her hands as she considered her response.

"He's going to investigate it further obviously, but he guaranteed me that this isn't what the company is like anymore; this isn't what it represents at all."

Finally Jon's face broke out into a little smile. Either he believed her or her smile really was that infectious.

"How do you feel about it?"

She felt like pure shit about it.

"I feel like I have as much closure as I'll have on my brother." She was always told that you successfully lie by telling half a truth and leaving out the lie entirely, so that's what she did. "Now… do you really want to be discussing business when I look like this?"

She pushed herself further against the table, giving him ample opportunity to look at her body that she was so readily offering up. He didn't stop looking at her face though.

She had never really stopped wanting him all this week, but it was just plain wrong for her to want that. Now it was still wrong, but it was excusable. She had come to a hard conclusion on her life at Lannister Enterprises and she had chosen to lie to Jon about that, because… because she didn't know if she wanted to be there anymore; it didn't feel like it was the right place for her based on what she knew, but she believed Tyrion when he said he wanted to make it good and so Jon didn't need her doubt creeping into his mind whilst she tried to come to her own conclusion.

"How do you feel about it? About the company?" His face was etched with complete concern again. How difficult was it to convince a guy that you were okay? Usually that was easy to do, wasn't it?

She pulled hard on the hand that was nearest to her until his face was centimetres from her. Her hands cradled his face, so she could look hard in his eyes and he could see she was okay.

That was another good lying tactic if you could pull it off – you give them complete eye contact.

"I believed Tyrion when he said he wanted to make this good again. I'm still in." Her mouth was so close to Jon's that she was sure she was spitting at him with the intensity of her words. Her eyes darted all over his face, making sure that concern passed and belief settled in his creases.

And then it was silent, so all that was left was the anticipation for when one of them made the miniscule move to have lips against lips. If her hands weren't cupping his face then they would have been shaking.

Finally their lips crashed into each other and her legs were hoisted to sit her up on the table. It felt like such a release to have herself entangled up in Jon again. Her body knew his now and was just planning the next step and the next step to reach pure ecstasy. As he raptured her with his mouth, his hands all over the place, she violently pulled her dress up, hating how tight and difficult it was to manoeuvre in now.

And just as she had succeeded and her hand travelled to his crotch, Jon's lips departed hers.

"Wh-what does this mean?"

She loudly sighed at that question.

Did she look like she had the answer to that?

"I don't know, what do you want?" She sounded completely out of breath and distracted, because her eyes were still staring at his lips with a deep hunger. He was not focused on that anymore and she could tell that by the hand that now ran through his hair.

"You know what I want, what do you want?"

She blinked in succession.

Did she know what he wanted? He had vaguely said that he wanted something like a date with her, but was it ever made clear to her what that entailed? What that meant?

And what did she want? A scary thought crossed her mind; scary, because it was a simple one word answer – You. But no, that wasn't right. It couldn't be. Of course, she wanted him physically right now, but all the time? In a relationship type of way? No, absolutely not.

"Please don't complicate this right now."

She pulled him back in for a heavy-handed kiss, using one hand to secure his head against hers and the other hand to pull one of his hands to the wetness in between her legs, but she could feel him fighting against her and knew this wouldn't last long.

Although it could have lasted a little longer if the door didn't open right then and reveal Daario standing in the doorway.

Ah, fuck.