If the sky was falling over us
If the ground below us turned to dust
Would you come, to me?
-Come to Me, Lily & Madeleine
It all happened at once.
Jon was trying to pull away from Daenerys despite his bodily urges, Daenerys was pulling his hand to the wetness that would most definitely push him over the edge and Daario was bursting through the door. Daenerys reacted first, of course, because Jon couldn't actually see anything apart from the red and blonde that blurred his vision and Daenerys could see the door from where she sat on the table.
Jon knew something was wrong as soon as Daenerys yanked his hand back from her. He didn't need to hear the confused and exasperated statement leave her to know that something very bad was happening.
"Daario?!"
Jon leapt backwards; unable to turn around at that very moment as if Daario was there then he would see just how turned on Jon was by this entanglement. He did hear the sound of a disbelieving laugh from behind him, so he knew in that moment that yes, Daario was definitely there.
Daenerys was fumbling to get her dress down to a decent length, as she was exposing a lot at the moment. He repositioned himself in front of her and, thinking his excitement had worn off by now, turned his head to see that nobody stood in the doorway anymore.
"Shit, shit, shit." Jon muttered, as Daenerys hopped off the table and pulled the remainder of her fabric down.
He wasn't thinking of anything really apart from the knowledge that this was very bad indeed. His body seemed to be reacting before him and as soon as Daenerys had straightened herself out, he started in the direction of the door, but he didn't get very far before Daenerys pulled him back.
"Where are you going?" He simply gestured to the door that Daario had just appeared in. A sigh escaped her perfect mouth and Jon realized she didn't look as freaked out as him, just merely flustered.
"No, if anyone goes after him, it should be me. You going could just make it worse." She chewed on her bottom lip and Jon shook his head, but her mind was made up. "Just… wait here for me, okay?"
Her hand trailed across the length of his arm as she abandoned him. She moved at a pace that could not be described as walking or running to get out the door. And in a second, she was gone.
Only minutes passed of Jon just pacing the tiny cloakroom, but it felt like hours to him. His palms were sweating and he was stressing himself the longer the wait got.
Daario was the worst person to find out about this.
He not only had the ammunition of the fact that Daario and Daenerys had been sleeping together and he could twist that in any way he wanted, but he now knew about himself and Daenerys. Was him and Daenerys sleeping together going to be that big an issue though in all honesty?
They were still technically at similar levels, in different departments, and so surely that would be fine – it happened all the time in businesses whether management liked it or not. Of course it wasn't exactly ideal that it all started when they were going for the same promotion.
This would piss off Daario though. Just the way he talked about Daenerys made it clear that he somehow saw her as his possession even though they were over and were they ever really together in the first place?
Jon's frustration was growing the longer he stayed in the cloakroom and he knew he had to do something in order to stop what Daario could do next.
He had an idea.
It was a stupid, reckless idea, and it was only probably going to make things worse, but his only concern was to perhaps make it better for Daenerys.
He left the cloakroom to find Tyrion. He didn't see Daenerys or Daario on his way through the event that was still bubbling with people, but Sansa seemed to spot Jon.
"What was all that about?" Sansa asked with a light tone, but with an air of suspicion. Of course it just looked like he and Daenerys had gone off to do God knows what, and that had clearly been the intention.
"It was just…" His eyes were darting around the room, looking for Tyrion. He realized the speech must have only just finished, so he should be somewhere near the stage.
"Well, is it okay if I go soon? There's a train I can take in thirty minutes?"
"Just wait one second and I'll take you there." Sansa wasn't like Arya and liked Jon to take her to the train station when he could, so she smiled as he said that.
The words had left him though before he really thought about it, because Daenerys had asked him to wait for her. What would really happen though if he stayed?
He would have to tell her what he had done, well, what he had still yet to do and he knew her reaction wouldn't be pleasant. And they would sleep together, that was for sure – he couldn't control himself and she was being particularly seductive tonight. And then he would once again not know where he stood with her.
It was best to leave it for now.
Jon found Tyrion near the stage, talking to a group of people, who were probably potential clients or already clients.
"Apologies for interrupting," Jon announced with a shaky voice, as he watched the conversation stop dead in its tracks. "Tyrion, I need to speak about something urgently with you."
The weekend had crept by slowly.
It was filled with mainly Jon trying to keep up his old routine of going to the local market to buy his food, playing video games with Sam, spending time with Ghost and looking through his ratty cookbooks for an idea of what to make for when Arya and Sansa came around on the Sunday.
The optimal word in that sentence being trying. Nothing could truly take his mind off Daenerys and all the terrible occurrences that had unraveled between them, but he was at least trying.
He didn't want to be the one who caved in and contacted her, because he didn't know where the hell he stood with her. Sure, she had been the one to get him into the closet Friday night and initiate sexual relations with him, but she refused to answer his questions about what they were doing.
In fact the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was the only one who asked about what their position was and what the hell they were doing together – she was the one who avoided the questions.
Although he had been completely in the wrong before and he didn't really deserve a second chance with her, she still seemed to forgive him. He was willing to do anything for her, and his actions on Friday evening certainly supported that fact, however chasing her if she wasn't interested wasn't something he could do.
And so he ignored the urge to text her or call her (this being a slightly horrific thought for Jon, as he rarely called anyone), and he just stayed trying to stick to his routine. A part of him was excited for the opportunity to distract himself further with Arya and Sansa coming around Sunday afternoon, but when they did arrive, he realized this was not the case.
First of all, it was Sunday afternoon and so the thought of seeing Daenerys the following morning was literally all that could possibly his mind. It seemed like the hardships of the weekend were floating by him as she was mere stretches away.
Lastly, Arya and Sansa didn't seem to really want to discuss anything else other than Daenerys.
"Sansa agrees that Daario is a massive cunt." Arya said, using her thumb to point in Sansa's direction. Sansa merely gasped and shook her head wildly.
"I most certainly didn't put it like that." Jon turned back to getting Ghost ready for his walk. It was always a bit of a struggle as the beast would get excited as soon as anyone got their shoes on. Seeing as Sansa and Arya had only walked through the door a few minutes earlier and hadn't bothered taking their shoes off for the walk meant that Ghost had been running around crazily for the past ten minutes, anticipating his walk.
"You said you didn't like the look of him." Arya continued saying in the background, as Jon finally managed to attach Ghost's lead to his collar.
"That doesn't translate to 'He's a…' Well, you know, what you said." Sansa headed to the front door, as she must have seen Ghost bounding towards the pair of them with a Jon restraining him from behind. "I thought you said you never met him anyway!"
It was almost like Jon wasn't even there and they were just continuing the conversation they were having from the walk over from the train station.
"Doesn't mean I don't know he's an absolute cunt – wait, Sam!" Arya called, bobbing her head into the living room where Sam was currently sat, playing what looked like a rather brutal shooting game. "Are you coming along with us?"
"Nah," Jon could see Sam press pause on the game to give his full attention to Arya. "I'd only just slow you down, but I'll see you later."
"Yeah, you just keep practicing and maybe I won't kick your ass this time." Arya said with a loud laugh as if she didn't think any amount of practice would help him when it came to beating Arya.
Jon pushed Arya towards the front door and gave Sam a small wave.
"Feel free to have dinner with us later if you don't have anything in." Jon offered, trying to resist as Ghost continued to pull him to head out the door.
"Cheers, mate." Sam smiled, before turning back to his game.
Jon finally let Ghost pull him right out the door. Ghost only had to walk on his lead until they got to their regular country route away from cars and then he was free to roam around as he pleased. He was okay with other dogs in the sense that he wouldn't attack any, but just stand still as he growled at them and he was the same with people. Jon always felt as long as Ghost wasn't approaching anyone with that growl then it was perfectly fine for him to be off the lead.
"So…" Arya began as they walked down the side of the small country road, quickly approaching the country path they always took. Jon turned his head ever so slightly to see Arya nudging Sansa behind him and he instinctively rolled his eyes. "Sansa and I were both confused what happened between you and this Dany girl on Friday."
"That's a surprise." Jon said in a tone that suggested that he definitely was not surprised by this and he definitely wasn't. They had clearly been discussing this amongst themselves.
"Well, I thought it looked like everything would go well between you when you disappeared, but then you left with me." Sansa was treading the subject carefully, as if she had sensed Jon's sarcasm in his earlier statement.
"Why did you disappear with her?" Arya asked with a complete affectation of innocence. Jon sighed.
"That doesn't matter." Jon simply grumbled, opening the gate that stood between them and the country path.
"How are things between you then?" Sansa asked, still pushing the subject, much to Jon's chagrin.
"I..." He paused, as he let Ghost off his lead and watched as he went off to excitedly sniff some flowers. "I don't really know how to answer that."
"But she's forgiven you for your fuck-up?" Arya asked. Jon at first shrugged his shoulders.
He had only really told Arya about the whole story, but clearly she had been discussing it with Sansa, however even Arya didn't even know the whole story anymore as there had been even more developments since then. It was better he kept it as simple as he could.
"I think so, I mean, I don't know." There was no point even trying to hide his confusion. He had been in a state of constant confusion since the word 'go' with Daenerys. "Anyway, can we talk about something else? Anything else?"
If the rest of the evening was going to be like this then he wasn't going to be able to cope. He started walking away, getting them to actually begin their country route, instead of just standing around and discussing his embarrassing situation with Daenerys.
He felt Sansa join him by his side pretty quickly, but he kept his eyes on Ghost.
"We would just love to see you with someone – it's been so long since you ever even displayed a serious interest in someone, so we just want to see if it might work with her."
It was her version of apologising and it definitely softened Jon. He knew if he was going to have anyone to speak to about this then it was going to be them and hadn't he already handed over most of the horrible details to Arya already anyway?
"I don't think it's going to happen. I don't really know what she wants." His voice was gentler, giving up his insecurities to his cousins.
He finally looked at Sansa, who was giving him a smile that said she knew something that he didn't, whilst Arya threw a stick for Ghost to chase after.
"Oh, Jon, it seemed like she liked you. Girls can tell these things about girls." She said with a determined nod.
"How do I figure that out then?" Jon asked with a short laugh to show he was joking even if a small part of him was curious in how he could determine that.
"Usually I just punch someone to work that out." Arya supplied out of nowhere, no longer playing with Ghost.
"Arya…" Sansa groaned, looking up to the sky, but not giving Arya more of a response.
"What?" Arya asked, rather defensively. Jon simply laughed.
"How does that help figure anything out?"
"It sometimes does." She squinted, furrowing her brow. "I guess it doesn't really help in your situation though."
"Not at all."
Ghost suddenly began barking, bringing everyone out of their current conversation. Ghost ran off in the direction they had just come from. Jon turned around and everything stopped like it had on Friday night.
Nobody could have prepared Jon for a sight so shocking – Daenerys wrapped up in a jumper and coat, standing on his country path, kneeling down to welcome Ghost towards her.
Ghost wasn't growling for once and was getting nearer to her to be stroked. Daenerys wasn't looking up at Jon and that was a good thing, because he was absolutely shocked by everything that he couldn't hide that fact and give her the grim expression she must have been so used to seeing on him.
All he knew was Daenerys was here with the obvious reason to see him. Oh and how did she know where he lived? But she was here to see him, so that small logical question was drowned out.
He also knew that despite her just dressed in the most casual of attire with her hair piled on top of her head, she was just as beautiful, if not more so, as she was on Friday night.
How could he have spent the whole weekend trying to distract himself and not think about her? How could he possibly not think about her?
Finally Daenerys gave Jon eye contact, as she stroked under Ghost's chin and gave him what could only be described as a nervous smile.
Sansa gave Jon one last thought on their last conversation before his attention was taken up completely by Daenerys.
"I think you might be able to figure it out."