This is the penultimate chapter, so enjoy!

And if I ever see you again, my love
All I'm ever gonna do
Is send shivers down that spine of yours

Hihasakite, Lover, where do you live?

Dany had thought that if Daario found out about her and Jon that it would be the end of her promotion. If Daario liked her in the way it seemed that he did, like a possession, like a pretty thing on his arm, then he would probably stop at nothing to destroy the promotion for her if there was no expectation of getting her back. He would twist the truth about the motives of her seeing Daario or Jon.

However, the reality couldn't be any more different. She was more flustered by the fact that she was caught with her dress pulled up to her upper thigh rather than Daario being the one who caught them in that compromising position.

She realized quickly there was actually very little that he could do to disturb her standing or rather he could do damage, but she may not actually care at all about it. So with that in mind, she pulled Jon back.

"Where are you going?" She asked, knowing perfectly well what he was intending on doing.

He waved his hand wildly in the direction of the door. He looked like a raging bull, behavior that would just charge Daario up further. Two bulls attacking each other over her? It was bound to end in an alarming mess.

She sighed, knowing she would have to talk to Daario, but there was no anger or desperation in her, just calmness.

"No, if anyone goes after him, it should be me. You going could just make it worse." It wasn't a lie, it would make it so much worse. Especially so as Jon had no idea how she was feeling about her job and the indecision that enveloped her.

Jon shook his head at her decision, but she simply ignored it. She didn't really understand in that moment why he would be so eager to speak to Daario instead of her.

She began to chew on her lip as she watched Jon's stress lines crease over and over again; watching him made her completely aware of the fact that she wanted to watch that face and all its' stress for at least another couple of hours that night.

"Just… wait here for me, okay?"

He didn't really even react to her request, but it felt like a yes to her and so she confidently walked out of the room without a glance behind her.

Finding Daario wasn't exactly hard. He was slumped against a wall that led to the toilets, the only other dim and quiet corridor at this event. He seemed to have found himself another glass of prosecco in this time and was nursing it in his apparent state of sadness.

This whole image made her want to roll her eyes, because who was he trying to fool that he was devastated by her and Jon?

"You've chosen outside the toilets to drown your sorrows?" She asked as she slowed her pace to an absolute stop in front of him. He turned his face up to meet hers and there was only a brief moment where she wondered whether he would imitate her smirk or not – he did.

"I knew something was going on there." He said in such a bitter way that showed he was only smirking because that's all he really knew how to do. Daenerys shifted uncomfortably on the spot as she figured out how to answer that.

"Well, you were correct." She said, keeping her face steady in order to not show him any emotions.

"You know that I could go to Tyrion and tell him all about us, then Jon and… you must see how unprofessional that would look on your part, right?" He was smirking now, thinking he had her in an awkward position. A chuckle left him and he took a victorious sip of his prosecco. This was the only thing that slightly riled Dany up.

"Oh, come on-" She began in an overly energetic voice, stopping herself only when one of the toilet doors behind them swung open and somebody exited, rejoining the party. She continued on in a softer voice. "Come on, you know you're not going to actually do that."

"How can you be so sure? You think I care about you that much?" He asked almost challengingly, growing to his full height to leer over her petite figure.

"No, you don't." Daenerys replied with a miniscule shake of her head. "But you wouldn't risk anything happening to your career."

He shrugged, because she was right. There wasn't really anything to discuss here anymore, as she knew he wouldn't actually do anything with this new information. He was just whining and being a baby about the situation, because he didn't get what he wanted… or used to want.

However it didn't feel right to not even give him an inkling of what was happening with her. After all he had always been a good business insight to her.

"And I might not exactly care about all this anymore."

His eyebrow cocked up then, his surprise looking more than when he had even seen Jon and Dany together.

"What? You're throwing away a promotion for him?" Daenerys snorted at that question.

"No. No, you told me that someone knew about Viserys before me; you must have known I would have found out what the hell you meant."

Daario leaned back against the wall and sighed. He didn't seem to have a response and so she continued on.

"All of it feels wrong now and I can't tell Jon that I'm feeling like this, because -,"

"Wow, your feelings for him are that genuine?" Her only reaction to this was a widening of her eyes, but it was enough of a response for Daario. "That's disgusting… So you and him are that different from you and me?"

She paused, not sure how much she actually wanted to admit to him. Any of it could be used against her by Daario.

"It is different. Completely different."

The words leaving her felt like an admittance of deeper feelings that she didn't want to feel.

"Do I have your word that you wouldn't say anything to Tyrion about us or Jon?" Her voice got shakier as she got to the part about Jon. She didn't know if it was something that he could even be punished for, but she didn't want him to get punished at all.

"You know I can't promise you that." His mouth was in the shape of a smirk again. "If it helps me out then I'd tell and you'd do the same to me. You know you would, because you're just like me when it comes to business."

She didn't want to be just like Daario in that way – a cutthroat person in the corporate world. She didn't want to hold information against anyone for her own benefit; she wanted to be clean, to be good.

"Right now it doesn't serve me any good though, so I won't say anything for the time being."

It became clear to her that he had always intended to tell her about Viserys and possibly to tell Jon about her turning in Viserys, but he was just waiting for the right time to drop that bomb. He waited to tell Jon just as he got close to Dany and he dropped her a hint about her not being the first to know to maybe ensure she didn't get the promotion or in the hopes it would bring her closer to him again?

Whatever the reasons, he seemed to be more conniving than she gave him credit for.

And she knew, for the first time since she had been in that company, that she was better than that. She was better than playing games, better than twisting people up for her own advancement and better than cruelness.

"Goodbye, Daario."

He looked puzzled as she smiled at him and turned away to walk in the opposite direction, but he didn't stop her.

She wanted to see Jon in order to tell him the truth of what had happened and finally answer that stupid fucking question that he wanted her to answer earlier. Most importantly she wanted to resume where they had left off.

He wasn't in the cloakroom when she walked through the door though. Her eagerness to see him again was struck down with a strong pang of disappointment. Her feet stopped moving and her arms fell limply to her sides.

She understood then as she stood in the middle of the empty cloakroom why Jon wanted to go see Daario instead of her – he didn't want her to be with Daario alone.

Did he leave because the conversation took longer than expected? Did he think something had happened between her and Daario?

All that mattered was she was alone now.

She had stayed till the end of the event, because if Daenerys was going to say that she put together an event, then she was going to see it through till the very end. Jon did not make an appearance for the rest of the event, along with the young lady who had been with him.

Despite the fact that she had a strong idea about why he had left, she still felt a bubbling rage at him just leaving like that. Hadn't he just announced that he would leave the company with her? Now he was leaving an event even though she had requested he stay?

Missandei spent the night at hers as she had correctly evaluated that Daenerys required more wine when they got home and to talk about anything else apart from Jon Snow, so they did just that.

Daenerys, regretfully, spent the whole of Saturday nursing a gargantuan hangover. She ate her weight in ice cream and took turns to cuddle all her cats. She would never admit to anyone out loud the number of hours she wasted watching some sappy movies and shows on Netflix.

Her eyes were not focused on what she was watching though as her eyes were pretty much glued to her phone, waiting for some sort of message that she would not receive.

Sunday morning she awoke feeling extremely pissed off with her behavior the day before. Why had she been drowning in comfy blankets and self-pity for the whole day? That wasn't something Daenerys Targaryen would ever, ever do? And over what? A complete and utter emotional breakdown over the current state of her life?

No, it would not do.

She practiced yoga for an hour, went for a long run, took a refreshing hour and then began tidying up her house from the mess of takeaway food she had collected the day before.

"Viserion," She started, as he was purring near her. She had been giving him greater affection than the others since his scare, because of just that – his scare on his life was a scare on Dany's sanity. "Can you remember the last time I had a takeaway?"

Viserion purred happily as he rubbed against her leg.

"Neither can I."

She hurriedly got rid of the pizza boxes and decided she would go for a fresh food shop that day to get rid of the toxicity that currently presided inside her.

"Perhaps later I can also pick all of you up some new treats," She continued speaking to Viserion for no real reason other than to talk out loud without feeling like a crazy person. "Oh, and some ingredients for making a smoothie! Honestly I am having the most productive day to…"

Her voice drifted off as she knew the end of that sentence.

To distract herself.

It was like yesterday was a means to distract herself that hadn't work in the slightest and just made her feel more lost, so today she took on a different approach entirely. It had been a little more successful, but it was suddenly failing as she admitted to herself it was all just a distraction.

She had to determine what she wanted to do with the company, by tomorrow morning, but a voice in her head told her she would never be able to make a clear decision until she saw Jon.

Her decision on the company and her feelings for Jon were not interlinked. It wasn't like she was choosing one thing over the other – she knew she could have both things at once.

However her want for him and avoiding him was eating at the valuable decision making part of her brain, so if she saw him then maybe her brain would decide.

She had been avoiding her feelings all this time in order to focus on her career, but now it seemed like she had to face those feelings head on to get anywhere.

Viserion purred at her again and Daenerys flicked out of her internal monologue with a smile on her face.

Just over two hours later, she had taken a train in order to stand in front of what was supposed to be his door.

It was a simple decision to go to illegal lengths in order to see him face to face. Of course, she had his number and could have very easily texted or called him, but she knew she needed to see him in the flesh to have any clarity. And wasn't that sort of a rush to turn up expectedly at your lover's house?

Or was it the first step to becoming a full-blown stalker?

Either way, she was here now, after contacting Kit, her reliable I.T guru, to help her break the law to find out where Jon lived for somewhat romantic purposes. The HR department had everyone's personal details, like home addresses, on the database and so Kit was able to easily hack into that.

Daenerys stared at the exterior of the little cottage that apparently belonged to Jon Snow and wondered how Jon lived in such a cute, idyllic-seeming place. With a deep breath, she knocked on the front door, not wanting to waste any more time.

There was no answer for at least a minute and so Daenerys knocked again with increased frustration. The door burst open then revealing someone that held no resemblance to Jon.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, staring at the extremely plump man who had a face full of friendly confusion. "I might have the wrong house."

"I'd say you definitely do." He said with a pleasant laugh. She frowned in disappointment.

"Do you know where Jon Snow lives?" She asked, watching as the man's face changed from confusion to enlightenment.

"Jon? You're looking for Jon?" She nodded her head, feeling hope surge through her again. "He's literally just gone on a walk. If you follow that road there then you'll get on the path he takes. It shouldn't take long for you to catch up."

Daenerys appreciated the fact that he seemed to understand how important her visit was and he was eager to unite her with Jon as quickly as possible. She smiled warmly at him.

"Thank you!"

She quickly realized as she began the walk down to the route that Sam had pointed out to her that she was wearing entirely the wrong shoes for this sort of journey. Her shoes were getting caked with mud and her footing was slightly unbalanced on the icy pavement.

She slipped several times on her journey and it was honestly a very stressful situation for her. She kept going though as she knew who she would find eventually.

Turning in at the path, she figured she would still have to walk a little bit to find any sign of life, but she was wrong. Almost immediately there was a soft barking sound and a dog came bounding at her. She thought for a second it might want to attack her, but it stared up at her with such a friendly face that she tentatively began to pat their head. She knelt down to ruffle the fur under the chin.

With a glance upwards, she saw Jon there.

All she could do was smile then, as there was her clarity.

Oh, and two girls standing behind him. Why hadn't she remembered the case of the ginger haired girl at the party? There she was right now.

Jesus fucking Christ. Why was her attempt at some sort of romantic epiphany for her turning into a disaster within seconds?

Jon approached her fairly quickly.

"What -,"

"Who are they?" Her words left her in a much more abrupt fashion than she intended them to. She didn't even let poor Jon get his own question out and he seemed like the one more entitled to ask something, as she was the one turning up completely uninvited.

"They're my cousins," Daenerys expression quickly turned from her anger/confused mixture to sheepish as Jon told her. She almost felt like she owed them both an apology for her silent inexplicable jealously.

"Oh, well, that's nice. Very nice." She was starting to feel awkward now. Her whole dramatic expectations of how this would play out were being festered in the reality.

"I needed to see you," She rather pathetically said out loud, her eyes focused on the ground between them, so that she didn't have to look him directly in the eye.

"How the hell did you know where I'd be?" His voice sounded too gruff to be pleased to see her. Maybe he really did think something had happened between her and Daario, or he was just angry that she hadn't given him an answer that night.

"Well, that would be a slightly illegal answer." A tiny laugh left her, but she didn't know if Jon would find that funny at all. "I just -,"

"Should we go ahead with Ghost?" Daenerys whipped her head up to see the brunette girl cupping her hand by her mouth to shout over to him. The ginger girl hit the brunette's arm after she finished calling over. Jon sighed deeply.

It was clear to Dany that this was not going to play out at all how she had imagined it. This was terrible timing for her to turn up and she should have really said by now that she could just leave.

"Ghost refuses to walk with anyone, but me." Jon started, scratching his head like he really did have no idea what he was supposed to do. Daenerys did feel bad for adding herself to this situation and was about to finally say that she should leave, but then Jon continued speaking.

"Are you okay to come with me?"

Daenerys eagerly nodded her head.

"Of course, I came to speak to you, so…" She trailed off, feeling like a further explanation of that would only be futile – he already knew why she was there.

"Well, we won't be long." Jon's words were blunt and the disappointment was etched on her face. "I need to get dinner ready for them."

Jon ushered the girls over, as Daenerys continued to stand there awkwardly.

"You go back to the house, I'll be there soon." Jon didn't look at Daenerys whilst he spoke, but the two girls were giving her their full attention. The ginger one being more subtle about it than the brunette.

"Is she coming for dinner too?" The brunette said this, openly pointing over. Daenerys looked down at her feet with a small smile at the sass that this girl seemed to have.

"Don't say that like she isn't there… Hello, ignore my sister, I'm Sansa." The now introduced Sansa gave Daenerys a polite smile. Jon was shifting uncomfortably, his eyes finally flitting to Daenerys, as if asking her not to reply.

"I'm Arya!"

"Oh, hi, I'm Daenerys." She smiled softly at the both of them, feeling a certain kind of warmness already towards the both of them.

"Yeah, we know." Arya said with a shrug and the casualness with it caused Daenerys to smirk in Jon's direction, despite the fact he wasn't paying her any attention again. Had he been speaking about her to his cousins? This offered some sort of hope. "So, dinner… is she coming?"

"Just get back to the house, okay?" Jon sounded beyond tired of his cousins and was practically shooing them away. Arya sighed and pulled on Sansa's arm.

"Jesus, fine, we'll leave."

All that could be heard was the sound of sloshing mud and cracking leaves as the two girls left. Ghost circled Jon before starting off ahead of the both of them again. Jon began walking in Ghost's direction without another word to Daenerys. She wondered how to build up the momentum of this conversation with Jon once more. It seemed like everything she wanted to say was shrinking away fast.

"I didn't realise your dog would be so big." She commented, with no response.

Unfortunately it clearly it was not the time for small talk.

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

As she couldn't think of the correct words to say, let alone the right order to say them in, she decided to put some of the pressure on him – again, not entirely fair on him.

She rushed forward to keep pace with him, as she needed to hear every word he said and he wasn't easy to hear at the best of times.

"I dropped Sansa off at the train station." His eyes stayed on Ghost, as his dog continued to sniff the shrubbery.

"I thought you would have stayed for the duration of our event," She pressed, not buying what he said at all.

"We didn't really have much more to do."

"I thought… You didn't let me know why you had left."

The expectation versus reality of this conversation was really coming into play again. Why was it proving so difficult to get the words out? She had known what to say before, she had planned it out on the stupid train to get here.

"It just seemed like the best thing to do."

It wasn't the best thing for her. At all.

Was he really saying the best thing had been to hurt her like that?

She stopped walking, but Jon didn't stop.

"Nothing happened with Daario." She said simply, hoping this was enough to get him to stop being so cold with her.

He stopped walking then and turned his head ever so slightly behind him as if to acknowledge he had heard her.

"What?"

She sighed, walking over to him to close up the distance that had grown there.

"If you left, because you thought something had happened with Daario, then I'm telling you -,"

"I didn't think that." He finally looked at her properly then and she lost her words again.

"Oh, okay."

She started off the walk this time around as she didn't want to be stood on the same spot for too long with the chill that was settling in the air due to the sun setting.

"Just so you know, I don't think Daario will say anything and it doesn't matter if he does." She had finally remembered her opening statement for her big, slightly romantic speech, but Jon started speaking almost immediately to change the subject.

"Come on, it's getting cold and I need to get dinner ready."

"Right…" Daenerys said, her momentum to speak and tell Jon how she felt completely lost again.

Jon whistled for Ghost to come back and in all of this Daenerys felt most sad for the poor dog. Her presence had caused him to get a far shorter walk than he needed as a dog of that size.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" He asked, as he turned and started walking in the opposite way they had been going. "It's just some homemade soup and bread. I just need to heat it up."

She simply nodded, too confused for anything else, and Jon nodded back at her, not giving away any inner monologue he might be having with his expression.

The walk up to his small cottage was not much better than the walk down. Sure she had company this time around, but it wasn't like they were speaking to each other on the way up. However she did enjoy the fact that it was still just as slippery to climb up as it was on the way down, as Jon reached out to steady her with the hand that wasn't grasping Ghost's lead.

Her cheeks were absolutely flushed at this contact, regardless of the fact that she couldn't really feel it through the layers of clothing she had on. She let out a nervous laughter and saw that he was smiling. His hand remained on her shoulder longer than it needed to and with a glance towards his cottage, she knew she had to get this out now.

"Jon, before we go in, because you might not want me to come in anymore" She started, the feeling of his hand still on her shoulder edging her forward. "Uhm… I lied. Tyrion knew about Cersei and Viserys."

Jon's face was a picture in that moment – a picture of perfect confusion. Ghost was pulling towards the front door that was nearly in reach, but Jon was holding back now, staring at Daenerys, begging her to continue on.

"Please don't be angry with me. I still believe he's genuine in his position and his want to wipe out Cersei's presence from the company, so this shouldn't change you wanting to get a promotion, but I knew it might anyway, as it's changed mine."

Jon's expression hadn't softened at all from the harsh lines of confusion that had settled there.

"Why?"

"I think… no, I know that I've been considered for the wrong reasons and that doesn't feel right." Jon dropped his hand, his brow getting more furrowed instead of less so.

"No, I mean, we had a deal that I would leave if you wanted to, so why should it not change my mind?"

Daenerys smiled despite herself due to what he was suggesting. She worded her next sentence carefully, making sure he understood where he was wrong.

"No, we had a deal that we would both leave if we thought there was still a possibility of corruption, not that you would leave for me."

There was a silence that settled and Daenerys allowed it to as she wanted him to process it properly. She felt like the conversation had gone rather well actually; he didn't seem to want to kill her or tell her to leave, so that was a positive result in her opinion.

"Are you saying that you want to leave?" Jon finally broke the silence, his confusion seeming to settle as he got his head around it.

"I don't know, but I will." She left out the part where she felt like she needed to see him before even attempting to come to a conclusion.

"Can I help? Do you want to talk about it?"

Daenerys would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the sudden shift in coldness on Jon's part. Despite her still not offering up any answer to his question or confessing her feelings to him, he was showing his care towards her.

"No," She shook her head firmly, not taking her eyes off his.

She knew fully well that her face was lighting up as she stared at him, but she didn't even want to hide it any more. It seemed that Jon didn't need to hide his feelings either, as he smiled back at her and found her hand in her coat pocket with his own gloved one to hold it softly.

"Okay, just dinner then."

Getting a better look at the inside of Jon's house, Daenerys could confirm that it was definitely more homely than she would have expected it and yet it suited Jon perfectly with the exposed woodwork and books dotted around everywhere. Everything was close together with the dining room being the small room that everyone entered into, the living room off to the right, a set of stairs hidden away in the corner and the kitchen on the far off side of the dining room.

Ghost seemed to take up the whole space no matter what room he was in. He ran straight in to the kitchen for his water bowl and Jon followed after him, turning back to Daenerys as he went in.

"Uh… you can wait out here. Arya, can you get the table ready?" He called out the last part, directing it to the living room.

Arya and Sansa didn't seem that surprised by Dany's entrance. They were in the middle of what looked like an intense game with Sam that involved Arya swearing and Sansa sitting demurely on the sidelines with her phone in hand.

Daenerys removed her coat and got to awkwardly sitting down at the table.

"It's like I'm fucking back at home," Arya muttered under her breath as she stormed through to the kitchen. Sansa seemed to decide to help with setting the table and came over as well.

Daenerys just stayed awkwardly at her place, wondering what on earth she was doing invading Jon's life like this. She watched him through the distorting glassed sliding doors to the kitchen where he busied himself around the oven.

"Would you like a drink, Daenerys?" Sansa asked, hovering between the kitchen and the dining area.

"Yeah, Dany, Jon's got some expensive wine locked away that I'm sure he'd love sharing." Daenerys let out the softest laugh, taking note that Arya was quick to refer to her as Dany.

She decided then and there that she liked both of these girls immensely.

Although Daenerys loved a glass (or two or three) of wine, she decided to not take Arya up on that offer.

"I'll just have a water, thank you." Sansa smiled and went off to get it for her as Arya slumped down at the table, clearly coming to the conclusion that she was done with her chores.

"It seems like you all are very close, that's nice." Daenerys commented, smiling softly in the direction of those blurry windowed doors.

"Well, Jon's my favourite brother and Sansa's okay, I suppose." Sansa walked back in that point with Dany's water and this allowed her a few moments to think over what Arya said.

Brother? She was sure Jon had said cousins? Perhaps she had misheard or maybe Sansa was the only cousin. He and Arya looked very similar, so maybe they were brother and sister.

"Sorry, I thought you were his cousin?" She asked, taking a sip of water as she waited for a response. Sansa seemed to be trying to silently gather what she had missed and Daenerys could swear that Sansa was throwing Arya a concerned glance that Arya appeared to not be noticing.

"He was living with us since I was a kid, so more like a brother."

Now Daenerys was properly furrowing her eyebrows, she had definitely missed something or Jon had missed something.

"So his parents…?" Daenerys asked, causing a train reaction of Sansa nudging Arya violently and Arya cringing rather dramatically.

"Shit, well, his parents died, right?" Her voice was rather high-pitched now, but she was saying everything slowly – a sign that she wasn't sure how much she should have actually said.

Daenerys was frozen then.

Yes, this was definitely something Jon had missed out.

"How?" Her voice croaked out of her.

Arya and Sansa exchanged glances before Sansa tried to respond.

"I think that's better coming from Jon -,"

"Car crash." Arya said, solemnly. She received another nudge from Sansa that appeared to be sharper. "He probably should've told her."

Dany's heart was sinking for him and how she wished she had found that out from his mouth. She didn't need to ask any more questions about it, because she felt like she knew the rest of it. The way he made sure she wore her seatbelt in the taxi, his general unwillingness to take a car as a form of transport and then she had seen those scars with the strange background story of skateboarding… but she didn't want to think what she was currently thinking.

Was he in that car as well?

Jon walked through the door then with an inquisitive pull of his eyebrows at the awkward silence that settled in the kitchen.

"Oh, I was wondering about that dinner?" Sam asked from the doorway to the living room, making the situation even more awkward. He seemed to finally spot what he was walking into and sheepishly looked at Jon. "I'll just have it in the living room."

She really felt like a total invasion into Jon's life now, but she couldn't leave so instead she hid her pity for Jon with a bright smile that took over her whole face. Jon was still clearly confused but nevertheless he returned the smile.

Despite the initial awkwardness and the revelation that was playing on Dany's mind, the dinner was actually rather pleasant. They ate their carrot and coriander soup then Sansa and Arya had several questions for Daenerys in regards to her life. She answered them all and gave them both her own questions.

They got to such a strange level of familiarity in that short time. Sam joined them in playing some sort of board game, but then he headed to his bedroom and it seemed like everyone needed to leave then.

Arya stood up rather abruptly at around 9pm to announce the fact she needed to leave.

"Dany, you going for the train?" Jon and Daenerys exchanged a look and it was kind of an unspoken understanding that she definitely would not be getting the train. It seemed that both Sansa and Arya understood as well, as the question seemed to fizzle out unanswered.

Goodbyes were said, but Daenerys focus was too much on Jon now. As soon as they left she walked right up to him and kissed him affectionately on the lips before he could say or do a single thing. The kiss was not one of passion, but a way for her to express that she had a heavy weight of care for him in her heart right now. She pulled away from his lips, not glancing up at him, and rested her head against his shoulder.

She knew he didn't really know what to do as she couldn't feel his arms around her, but that was okay.

"What are you going to do? That's what you've been thinking about, right?" His voice was muffled as he spoke into her hair.

"No," She pulled away from his neck that she had been breathing heavily onto. "I've been thinking about you… I found out about your parents, Jon, I'm so sorry."

He stared at her and she feared he would close up or get angry or anything, but speak to her. The silence continued, but he pulled on one of her hands to take her towards the stairs that she figured led up to his bedroom.

The bedroom was small with the bed taking up most of the room, but it was warm and it warmed her straight to her core.

"We don't have to talk about it," She practically whispered out. "I know you probably don't want to talk about it and that's why you never told me, but I just had to say something."

He walked over and sat at the edge of the bed. Daenerys quickly followed, not wanting to be apart from him during this weird and upsetting conversation.

"This just makes me feel worse that I forced you to say your story and now you're being lovely like this with me." He did sound very upset about it, but Daenerys shrugged with a small smile that was supposed to stamp out his guilt.

"This is a bit different."

"No, it's not… I should have been like this with you." He wasn't looking up at her and so she felt like she couldn't do a proper job of consoling him. She held one of his hands tightly in her tiny one.

"You didn't know."

She heard him breathe heavily and realized she was holding her own breath as she waited for him to tell her what had happened.

"My dad was a bit of a drinker and used to fight with my mum a lot, but she loved him. I was only a child when it happened. He was drunk and they were fighting in the car… I don't really remember it, but my mum wasn't wearing her seatbelt otherwise she might have – anyway I ended up with these," He gestured at his chest. "My uncle was always going to take me in, my dad's family were never really around."

It became clear to Daenerys why their relationship had been so messy until now – they were two broken people and once all their broken pieces had been laid out in front of each other, they might be able to fix them for each other.

"That's awful, Jon." No words she could have said would help with what had happened and so she had to just acknowledge that it was terrible.

"It was a long time ago." He may have tried to sound dismissive, but it didn't work. It obviously still upset him as much today as it would have done when he was a boy.

"That would live with you forever."

She kissed him on the cheek and didn't let go of his hand.

Her heart was beating fast as she sat in this close intimacy with him. Her heart only had beat this fast for her career or an adrenaline kick, never for a person. That simple heart pounding moment was enough to convince her that she was right to utter the next words.

"You asked me what I wanted and I couldn't answer. Before I say it out loud, do you still feel the same?"

He took a while to process her question, but then his mouth twitched in a smile and he nodded his head once.

"Okay," She breathed shakily, getting ready to say the words, to put her heart on the line. "I want you."

He didn't reply and cupped her face with one of his big hands to kiss her firmly.

How many times had their lips touched now? It felt like dozens and yet this felt different to all the other times. This felt like a kiss that promised trust and comfort, whilst also excitement.

The sweetness of the initial kissing soon took a turn for scandalous as it always seemed to do for them. She removed his jumper and pushed him heavily on to the bed to lie flatly so she could straddle him easily. She took his skin in, roughly kissing his neck and letting her lips trail down his torso.

The roughness subsided as her lips approached his scars, she delicately kissed each one and this was her own way of showing that she cared and respected his past. She quickly approached her destination – the rim of his jeans. Her fingers began to unbuckle the buttons with a desperation that came out whenever she had Jon's body under her.

"Dany, I need to tell you something about the other night." His voice was strained, like he really didn't want to break their physical contact and Dany certainly didn't want it broken either.

"It really doesn't matter right now." She sat up again, sighing before bringing his lips to hers once more.

She didn't have to fight as hard against his skin to stop him thinking about other things tonight, as he seemed to just melt against her lips. Little did he know that she was melting against him as well and so they melted together – a candle melting to the end of the wick.