Jorah:
As the sky darkened we moved quickly through the streets, finally finding ourselves a place to bed down for the night. It was not unlike our previous accommodations; although this alley was damp and smelled of rotting meat. But it was relatively closed off and shielded us from prying eyes, so we settled in. The boy chose to sleep in the mouth of the alley, nestling down in a ball next to his wolf. Nestled under his furs, the pair were virtually indistinguishable from one another.
I would take the first watch, as none of us were safe now that the guards had been alerted to a hostile presence in King's Landing. I bade my Khaleesi to lie next to me, so I could watch over her as she slept, but she refused. She settled in beside me, resting her chin on my shoulder. Her proximity was incredibly distracting; clouding my brain with indecent thoughts as I looked her up and down.
Daenerys:
I shivered slightly as Jorah's eyes moved up and down my body; their darkness making it impossible for me to read what was on his mind. I found myself shuffling closer to him, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible. I laid a hand on his thigh, pressing down gently. His eyes snapped to mine, a thin smile playing on his lips for a moment; disappearing as fast as it had appeared.
He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine. He breathed out heavily, running his fingers across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "You test my strength princess…" he growled under his breath. I pulled away from him, taking his face in my hands. His eyes flicked open, locking me in his gaze. "I don't want you to be strong…" I whispered.
He pulled my hands from his face, holding them fast to my sides. I struggled to free them but he held them tight. His eyes held mine in their gaze, and slowly he relaxed his grip. Tentatively his hands travelled to my waist, his touch light as he traced his fingers up and down my sides, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I shivered with the pleasure of his touch, bringing my hands to the nape of his neck, running my fingers through the soft, fine hair.
Suddenly he gripped me tight, lifting me onto his lap as if I weighed nothing; my legs straddling him. I pressed myself to him, moving slowly as Doreah had taught me, moving my hips in time to his breathing. He pulled me tight to him, eyes locked with mine. I could feel him harden as I moved on his lap, a low growl escaping his lips. Fiercely, he caught me with his lips, pulling me into a passionate kiss, igniting a fire in my stomach which travelled downwards. I pressed myself to him; wanting as little distance between us a possible. Frantically he pulled at my dress, pulling the shoulders down to reveal my breasts.
Jorah:
I pulled away from her mouth, moving my lips down her throat to her breast, teasing her with my teeth. I felt her nipples harden with my touch, heard her groan in pleasure as she pressed herself even closer to me, gyrating on my lap. I longed to take her, here and now, in the shadows of Kings Landing, but I knew I could not. With a sigh I pulled her dress back into place, shifting her slightly in my lap. Daenerys looked at me in confusion, pulling her fingers through my hair. "What is it?" she whispered.
I held her face in my hands, locking her in my gaze. "Khaleesi, we cannot do this here. Although I wish, oh Gods, I wish we could, it would not be right. I cannot, I WILL not, take you here like a common whore. You are a princess, and deserve to be treated as such."