Whirlwind and Wishlist

Dany was gasping and disorientated as she came down from her high, lifting her head with effort and shocked at finding herself sprawled open legged and naked across her sofa. Jon was now getting to his feet, his gaze never once leaving her as he slowly undressed in front of her.

"Oh," she said, licking her lips. "I'd like some of that."

He chuckled. "I'm sure you would. Your bedroom now?"

"Yes!"

She took the lead then, pulling at his hand and leading the way, wanting nothing more than to have him inside her just as soon as possible. She lay down on the bed as Jon fiddled with a foil wrapper, pleased that he had his wits about him at least, because, after what he'd just done to her on the sofa, she was most definitely not thinking straight. She was obviously more than ready for him now but Jon didn't appear to be in any hurry, lying down next to her and holding her close as he kissed her lips and let his hands slowly explore her body. After several minutes of this beautiful torture, he began to move his hands between her legs to caress her with his fingers and Dany almost growled at his annoying selflessness. There no was no way was she going to come again without him, so she sat up abruptly, rolled him over and straddled him, taking full advantage of his surprise at the move and dropping down on him before he had a chance to take back control.

"Yes!" That was more like it. It felt wonderful to have him inside of her. How long had it been? Years … but never once had it felt this good.

"God, Dany, you're going to have to slow down," Jon gasped as he gripped her hips, his eyes squeezed tight.

She smirked. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because … I want to make this last."

"Ah, but what about what I want?" She paused for a moment, allowing him just a few seconds to catch his breath and register her question.

"W-what do you want?"

She started to move again. "I want to watch you come undone, Jon." She sped up a bit. "See you lose control." Then she started to drop down hard on him, hands braced on his shoulders. "And then I want to hear you scream my name."

He growled then, flipping her over and holding both wrists above her head in one hand whilst lifting her right leg high with the other so he could thrust more deeply, and the angle he managed to find had her crying out instead, already close to coming again. Jon may not have screamed her name but the way he moaned and gasped it over and over again - almost sobbing at the end - was good enough for her, and how on earth could something so rough and animalistic feel like the most romantic love making she'd ever experienced?

"Are you okay," Jon mumbled in her ear afterwards, still inside her. "Did I hurt you?"

"Anything but," she said. "I really needed that." She turned her head slightly and grinned at him. "So did you, I think."

"You've been so uncertain about all of this - nervous almost - and so I had no idea that you would be ..."

"What?"

He smirked. "Such a dragon in bed."

She gently hit him on the arm. "Says you. Most of that was just the fear of letting go and of getting involved in the first place but, after what you did to me on that sofa … Well, let's just say there's no putting the dragon back in the egg now."

He laughed on recognising the quote from the show. "Good to know." He finally rolled off her, shuffling a bit under the covers before pulling her close against him but she noticed his sudden frown as she started to drop her head to his shoulder.

"What is it?"

"I'm just still trying to come to terms with how famous you are and … that magazine article …?"

"Yes?"

"There'd be a lot of males in this world who would be highly jealous of me now, I think?"

Strangely he didn't appear to be bragging and it made her smile. "Does that bother you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "It's a bit odd, especially seeing I've only watched your character as a little girl."

"Yeah, there were a few issues about that when I was about fifteen or so. Lots of headlines at red carpet events about how sexy I was becoming. You know, things that were rarely said about my male co-stars of the same age?"

He nodded. "That must have been difficult."

"One of the many things," she scoffed.

He sighed. "We really do have a lot to talk about, don't we?"

"Yes." She allowed her fingers to trace a couple of his scars. "But either it's your turn now or we sleep."

He nodded. "Fair enough." There was a very long pause and for a moment Dany wasn't sure which option he had chosen. "I'm ex-military."

"Oh …" She stroked another scar lower down, using it as an excuse to caress the well developed muscles down there too and enjoying the way his breath hitched at the move. "You saw active service then?"

"Yes. In Afghanistan."

"Hence the nightmares?"

"I ..." He frowned, obviously trying to find the words.

"It's fine, Jon, you don't have to tell me. We may have rushed into this but, if it lasts, we'll have plenty of time to share our dark pasts and, if it doesn't then … Well, it won't matter anyway."

He pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. "I really don't deserve you."

"Funny," she replied, nuzzling against his shoulder. "I was thinking much the same thing about you."

~o~0~o~

Dany was reliving the worst day of her life. Her reoccurring nightmare. That time when one 'joke' question from one idiot journalist on a red carpet had managed to instantly knock down every wall she had so carefully built up. The time when she had suddenly snapped, screamed and sworn at the top of her lungs in front of a huge crowd of fans and media. A total, devastating breakdown with the whole world watching on.

She had relived it for so many years over so many nights. Sometimes she would wake up sobbing, whilst at other times her dogs would come to her rescue in her dreams, bounding onto the red carpet to growl at the crowd, before returning to lick her until everyone and everything in the nightmare had faded away. Tonight, however, Dany's saviour came in the form of Jon; black curls dancing as he stepped out in front of her - medieval style sword drawn - and the anger on his face terrifying to behold.

"How dare you!" he screamed at the journalists. "She's just a child and this is all your fault, not hers. Leave her alone."

Then he swept her up in his arms and, suddenly, she was no longer in front of the cameras but safe in her shop with him and the dogs. "Jon ..." she gasped. "You came to save me."

"Hush, Dany ..."

He kissed her on the top of the head and she reached for him, hands tangling in his hair as she pressed her lips against his. His hands moved over her skin, soothing her and she only then became aware of being naked in bed with him. She reached out for him under the covers, enjoying the feel of his skin and his lips as they moved temptingly against hers.

The awareness came to her slowly and it was some time before she fully understood that the dream had gone and she and Jon were in her bed after their first proper night together. His hand was now moving down to her stomach and then slightly lower before halting.

"You were having a nightmare," he said, "so I really shouldn't take advantage but the way you said my name then ..."

Dany still wasn't entirely certain she was awake yet, which was a familiar state to her after one of her vivid nightmares, where she would keep herself in a strange half-dream state to protect herself from both the sleeping and waking horrors she would inevitably encounter. She seemed unable to find the words to reassure Jon right now through, instead taking a hold of his hand and lowering it further, opening her legs and inviting him to comfort her in a way he quite obviously wasn't expecting.

He chuckled, kissing her lips, her neck and then travelling down to her breasts whilst his fingers got to work and Dany only felt she had truly woken up when he had finally driven her over the edge.

"Hmm," he mumbled, now back to nuzzling her neck. "I admit that's a most unusual way to want to be comforted after a nightmare."

"You saved me, my handsome knight," she said, ducking down to kiss his lips whilst her hands now moved between his legs. "And so now it's time for you to collect your reward."

"What did I do?"

"Protected me. Loved me. Made me feel safe."

"You're still not yourself, Dany," he whispered, his voice full of concern. "Talk to me."

"No, it's fine. I'm sorry. I just get a bit like that after one of those nightmares." She kissed him again. "We do need to get up soon but I was perfectly serious about taking care of you."

He laughed. "It can wait."

"No. I want to ride you again, but all the way to the end this time."

He swallowed hard as she knelt up and straddled him. "Dany ..."

"Yeah and whilst I'm riding you, Jon, I want you to list all the different ways we're going to do this over the next few days. I want you to tell me every single one of your fantasies."

"Oh … God ..."

~o~0~o~

Dany was grateful that Monday was so quiet because she was tired and sore after her night - and morning - with Jon and even two strong cups of coffee had done nothing to wake her up.

And it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.

Her phone buzzed with a text message and she smiled as she saw Jon's name on the screen.

'I'm exhausted,' he'd written.

'You're welcome.'

'Missing you already. Sure I can't come around tonight?'

'You're exhausted, remember?'

'True. Wear a skirt Wednesday.'

'Why?'

'I want to make a start on my list.'

She frowned, trying to work out what he was implying when the screen flashed to show an incoming call. She rolled her eyes and picked it up.

"Hi, Missandei."

"Hi yourself. Well, girl, I see why you've been all flustered recently. Very nice. Especially in that running gear."

Dany grinned, biting her lip to prevent herself from replying with the obvious, 'And out of it.' "Yeah."

"And … how was the run? What happened afterwards? And why did you not call me back yesterday? Spill!"

"He stayed for pizza on Saturday and I then got him to watch Fellowship of the Ring."

"Oh, I see. Break him in gradually?"

"Yes, that was the idea and then, last night, we watched MM."

She gasped. "Oh, you didn't? What happened?"

"He took it pretty well, considering."

"I'm surprised you went for that so early."

"I had to really," Dany explained. "We met his friend who recognised me and then, well, it became obvious that I'm not going to be able to go out anywhere with him without someone making a comment so I thought I should get it out in the open."

"That's good. So, he took it well, you said. And ..."

She glared at the phone. "And what, Missi?"

"You really have lost your knack for acting, you know that, right? I can hear it in your voice?"

"What?"

"Smugness, my dear."

Dany rolled her eyes again. "You're imagining it."

"Really? So you're not going to share all the gossip with your best friend tonight?"

"Not tonight, no."

"What, you're seeing him again? Isn't that a bit keen?"

"No, I'm seeing him on Wednesday. He wants to watch some more episodes."

"Ah, and so tonight you both need to catch up on your sleep?"

"Yes, I mean … Missandei, will you stop giggling."

"Well, I need to book your time at some point, because my love life's going nowhere and it looks like I'll need to live vicariously through you for a while."

"Have I told you recently how much I hate you?"

~o~0~o~

Dany opened the door to Jon dressed in a sleeveless shirt and jogging bottoms and looking absolutely delicious. He looked her up and down and smirked.

"Nice skirt."

She still wasn't quite sure which of the various things they had 'discussed' the other night was on his mind but she was certainly keen to find out. Jon circled around her slowly before moving forwards. Prowling.

"I've missed you," he said, stalking even closer until she found her back against the wall.

"I've missed you too," she confessed. "How long has it been?"

"Thirty four hours? Thirty five?" He placed a hand on the wall behind her, pining her in.

"That long?" she gasped, licking her lips as his head moved lower, teasing her. "Don't you want to come upstairs?"

"I did want to watch some more episodes, of course, but right now ..." And then he pounced, kissing her furiously as he pushed her firmly against the wall.

She threw her arms around his neck. "Upstairs … would be better," she gasped as he lifted one of her legs and rolled himself up against her.

"Yeah … but I'm not sure we're going to make it that far."

She hit him lightly on the arm. "I am not doing it up against the wall in this dank hallway."

"Okay," he mumbled. "Which wall would you prefer?"

"Jon!"

"I seem to recall that one being at the top of my list on Monday when you asked."

"Yeah, I remember now." She pushed at his shoulders and then took his hand. "Upstairs."

They'd barely got inside the living room when he pounced again, pushing her against the new wall and bunching up her long skirt until his fingers found her bare leg. Dany gasped, her head falling back against the wall as Jon suckled at her neck and slid both hands slowly up towards her hips.

She smirked as he pulled away suddenly, looking at her in shock. "I couldn't quite remember your list earlier," she said, "but I guessed your plan would be easier if I wasn't wearing underwear."

"Such a bad dragon," he mumbled, kissing her again as his hands began to caress her.

"Says you. I'm not the one who barely made it through the door before pushing me up against a wall."

She slid her own hands to the waistband of his trousers, pulling them down just far enough to find what she needed and Jon pulled her left leg up high on his hip at the same time, positioning himself but then pausing, smirking at her. "If you want to just cuddle on the sofa or undress in bed, you only have to say."

She wriggled against him as she adjusted her grip more firmly on his shoulder. "I would hate to ruin your fantasy, Jon."

"Hmm." He started to push in tantalisingly slowly and at first Dany thought he was simply getting used to the position but soon realised he was looking at her closely and judging her reaction.

"Jon ..."

"Slow and gentle or fast and hard?" he asked.

"Slow, I dare you," she said. "You'll give up long before I do. Aah." It felt wonderful; the long, slow drag of it, the slight discomfort of her back up against the wall and her leg being pulled up even higher, simply adding to the sensations. Jon groaned as he pulled back out again tortuously slowly. "You can admit defeat if you want," she teased. "I promise I won't hold it against you."

"Like hell you won't," he growled, lowering his head to kiss her whilst his free hand found its way back under her skirt and began caressing her.

"Isn't that cheating?" she gasped.

"You want me to stop?"

"No."

"You want me to go faster?"

She opened her eyes to find him gazing at her, eyes full of desire, "No …?"

"Dany?" he asked, biting back a smile, and soon she was smirking in reply, pressing her hands against his bare backside and pushing him deep inside her, giving him permission to speed up. "Oh, thank God for that," Jon mumbled, adjusting his feet and her leg slightly before moving faster and harder and Dany gasped at the sudden new set of sensations as she was pressed more firmly against the wall and very quickly tipped over the edge.

~o~0~o~

A/N: Seems I'm getting a reputation for leaving you all hanging. I'm afraid I do like my chapter hooks - oops!

So, as an apology ... Wednesday seemed like a good publishing day for this back in November when I had the day off but now I'm working and it's been a bit hectic getting this one ready today. Soooo, seeing I've roughly written ALL of this story now, I'll have a go at moving HBD forward to Mondays (Silent Declarations still out on Sundays) I promise you've find out more about Jon's past very soon.

Can I also say that the Golden Globes this weekend was SUCH a source of inspiration for writing some of the ending. In fact, I've enjoyed including a lot of things I've heard various actors discuss in this story, many of which are in this chapter.