Jon's POV

Jon looked out at all the snow and trees before him, this was his home. Jon walked further into the forest that surrounded camp, loving how this place made him feel- when he heard a scream from up above. He looked up and saw the green, it wasn't Drogon- it was the one he had never met before, Rhaegal. Jon continued to look up at him till the dragon took a sudden turn and swooped down right at him, for a moment Jon was afraid. Then in an instant his fear was gone, Rhaegal had landed right in front of him and as Jon Snow looked into the beasts eyes- he felt something. He couldn't describe it, the feeling of security wrapped around him- Jon knew Rhaegal wouldn't hurt him.

Jon couldn't say why he knew he wouldn't be harmed, he just knew- so he took off his glove and stretched his arm out towards the creature. Before he could reach him, Rhaegal screamed at him as if to scare him- Jon knew he couldn't show any fear or he wouldn't be accepted. Jon continued moving his hand forward until finally he met flesh, Jon felt a sensation run through his mind, body and possibly soul- Rhaegal stared at him and Jon stared back. Gently moving his hand he felt the ridges of the scales on his body, when he heard the snap of a branch behind him.

He looked and saw Dany staring at them, she came closer and had tears in her eyes. She reached out and placed her hand above his own. They stared at each other for a few long moments before Rhaegal screamed a final time- he flew upwards into the sky again.

"Jon..." Dany's voice wavered.

"That was... strange." He continued.

"Rhaegal came to you?" She asked.

"Yes, he kind of just swooped down- scared the shit out of me for a minute. And then..."

"And then what?"

"And then I just felt the need to touch him and then I thought I felt... nevermind." Jon waved his hand in confusion.

"What did you feel? Why did you need to touch him?" Dany looked at him with wonder.

"Oh I don't know, but I know I need to touch you." He laughed in hopes to deter her questions. Jon didn't know what he felt, but he wasn't sure he wanted to say it out loud- even to her.

She looked at him with a face that screamed serious, but her violet eyes held a bit of laughter in them, he took that as a sign of acceptance and bent towards her neck. Showering her with kisses, she sighed before her hands came up to run her fingers through his hair. His kisses moved from her neck to her perfect mouth, Jon couldn't think of anything else in that moment- until she pulled back.

"I'm sorry my queen, but I don't think I can come to your tent tonight." He still held her face in his hands.

"Oh and why not,my lord?" Dany asked with mirth.

"I don't think some of the others would approve," He thought of Jorah- who obviously loved her, and Grey Worm- protective of his Queen, and Missandei- who would for some reason he didn't want to disappoint. "Besides, we have to leave early, we'll reach Winterfell tomorrow- and when were together I'm never on time." She laughed as what he said was true- any moments alone always made them late to something.

He chuckled with her as he took her hand and led her towards dinner and the rest of the camp- anxious to finally see his sisters and brother again.