AN: Sad to say, things are going to be straining Jon and Dany's relationship, and this is only the beginning ~ Foxy

Chapter twelve: Dany

After seeing the kitchen, Cat dragged her up the steps, and she smiled down to her boyfriend. It felt so weird to say that. He was her boyfriend, her first! She would never have to miss out on the pleasures of life again. But something was wrong.

Jon was leaning against the wall, head in his palms. Her vision was suddenly obstructed by a wall, and she let Cat show off her family's bedrooms despite her growing curiousity. Sansa and Arya had two totally different rooms, and Dany desperately wanted to be friends with both of them. Sansa was girly and romantic, floral wallpaper and scented stuff, while Arya was your typical tom-boy, shelves drenched with things she collected off the ground and unfold clothes decorated her ground.

"This is the boy's room." Cat swung open the door and made an audible noise of disgust. Theon's side was a disaster zone, leaking into Robb's side- but Jon's was as he promised. Dany's heart raced at the sight of his bed, with grey covers drawn up near the pillow, cds and books stashed on the headboard, posters lingering above it. She wanted to make love under those posters.

She was in a nervous sweat, feeling like a pervert standing beside his mother. Cat turned towards her with an arched brow her smile gone, "I'm sure you'll be no stranger here."

"What?" That was suspicious sounding and Catelyn heard the nervousness in her tone.

"Don't worry, you're not the first girl Jon's brought home," Cat grumbled. She didn't need to mention that, but she did. She was testing the younger girl- it was if she was under the impression of her being a harlot- ready to corrupt her sweet home. Cat went to Jon's dresser, pulling a fiery red dress from it. "I believe this was yours?"

Oh. That's why. Dany smiled coyly, "he can keep it. I'll just keep this."

She lifted Jon's work shirt from her bag, Cat's eyes widened, and now both women were glaring at each other. Friends only seconds earlier, were pressing each other now. Cat laughed awkwardly, rushing the brunette from the room, arm bound tightly around her shoulders. They were going to have their hands full with each other.

"You've got a spunky one, Jon," called the older woman from the top of the stairs. He was in the same spot he was earlier, staring at the floorboards, and a thumb between his teeth.

"Huh? Yeah… she's pretty great, isn't she?"

"Is everything okay? Did you talk to Ygritte?" Cat questioned, making sure Dany was listening. The game was still going.

"Yeah," he choked out in a distraught voice, "- yeah, her um- grandma got sick."

"Again?"

"I'm going to walk Ghost." He rasped, shoving the edge of his shirt into his pants; Cat scoffed in disbelief, gripping the bannister tightly. Thunder sounded overhead, and it frightened her.

"Now? You have a guest."

Jon looked at Dany and she could tell he was hurting. His face was like a beaten dog's, all twisted with pain. Who had hurt him? Who was going to pay? She'd take what is hers with blood and fire.

He didn't say anything, just motioned to the space beside him, and she went to him faithfully, closing the door behind her. They walked over to the dogs, and a drizzle had started. It was warm on her cheeks as her eyes were drawn to the growing clouds. Jon appeared with Ghost in tow, his hair matting down, thick curls collecting the rain. She smiled at him, but received nothing, he pressed by her, the white dog pushing into her knees.

"Jon?" Her voice crumbled in the air, as he pursued nothing in particular, hand bound tightly to the wire lead. She followed behind quietly now, questions in her throat and her hair drenched down her back. The rain was heavier now, colder than when it had begun, and lightning left scars in the sky and thunder cracked across the fields. Ghost tugged uncomfortably, growling and pressing his body to the muddy floor.

"He's scared, Jon." She called out over the rumbling thunder, and Jon stopped. Not for her, but to look at the ranch towards his right. The house was tainting them with its inner glow, being pounded on by the quickening rain, and the dripping sign read "Lannister Ranch" in gold and red. He ventured on, as people appeared from within, calling out to him, cursing at him. He looked as if he wanted to tear them apart; the boy struggled not to hear their taunts, practically dragging his dog along, eventually dropping the lead after it had sliced his palm. Ghost tore through the mud and back the way they came and Jon looked on if nothing had happened.

"Why are you doing this?" She shouted over the drumming rain, and he turned to face her, drenched from head to toe and smiling. Why was he smiling? What had he done?

Dany lunged for his injured hand, enclosing it in hers.

An approaching truck swerved around them, honking, and Jon's face fell when he recognized it as his own, filled with Starks. His siblings would be waiting for him, and he knew that. Her hand went for his face, covered with defeat, but he shied away from her.

"I've made a terrible mistake." He shouted over the noise, sputtering out the rain that dripped along his mouth. "I've really fucked up this time. You won't like it- you won't be happy about it. I've really fucked up." His hand brushed back his sodden curls.

"Me too- I think we were meant to fuck up together!" She called to him, laughing at their misfortune, their wet clothes, their rotten backstories. Her hands slid around his waist, and her chin propped up on his chest, and he remained still, straining to stare down at her.

The wind picked up, blowing her wet skirt up and sticking it to their joined bodies, blinding them with water.

They were both laughing now. And sniffling, but mostly laughing because this was all they had- wet clothes and each other's company. They would have to make the best of the life they were given. Taking it in doses like bitter medicine, knowing the outcome would be worth it once they had swallowed. Living was like this, sunny one moment forcing precautions for a storm that might never come. It will remain like that till they die, moving onto to the next bastard and broken thing.

Lightning cracked around them, and the sirens went off, crying through the lands, warning about floods and dangerous winds. Jon bundled her beneath his arms, leading them back to the ranch. The visibility was hard and blurry, the wind forced the raindrops to bounce off the slick ground and fog up around their feet. They ran to the barn, the red paint was all they could make out in the storm, running inside and barring it closed. Ghost and the other dogs were wet, but kenneled in the back; the handiwork of Ned.

Jon shakily texted Robb something along the lines of, "in the barn, don't come out, we'll head in when it lightens up", and he sat his phone on the end of the stalls, rushing over to draw the horse blankets from the cupboards and cover up the frightened, shivering animals. He noticed now how cold he was, how drenched he was; but Dany was in a sundress, poor thing was shaking uncontrollably.

"C-come 'ere," He motioned to her, lighting up an old cast iron heater that sat beside the back. They never used it; because Ned was afraid the barn would burst into flames if it was left unattended. Her teeth were chattering, and his hand went to rubbing her arms. She grinned at him, her lips were going purple.

"If this s-st-st- storm d-doesn't let up, we'll g-get Hypoth-th-ermia…" she managed to get out, smiling like it was a joke. "We sh-should take off thes-se clothes…"

Nice Dany, you sound like a pervert.

"Y-yeah, you're right." He agreed with a nod, droplets of rain falling from his hair and littering the hay. He handed her a horse blanket, gently prodding her around the corner. She went towards the back, in a dark stable filled with spiders and rusty sickles, if she were to fall mid-dress she'd be forced to die in a compromising way. She shed the dress with ease, it sloshed to the ground with a plop, and she hung it up from a rusty industrial sized hook that swung above. Should she leave her panties on? That'd be weird if she had them off, right? They were soaked, and grew cold against her skin.

She thought of them being naked together in a secluded area, small fire roaring and the storm outside relentless. It sounded like a scene from those corny sex novels, only this was real, and Dany wasn't a sultry vixen. Just an awkward girl that grew into a woman's body without the instruction manual.

Jon though, he was literally a character that resided in those yellow pages, a buff ranch-hand with a dark hair. He was what plenty of women dreamed of fucking behind their husband's backs. Too bad he didn't come with an instruction manual either; otherwise that idiot could rule the world.

Dany was starting to feel hot- not necessarily in the correct use of the word, because she was cold as shit, but as in the biblical sense. Her stomach clenched as an idea popped into her head. She was gonna go for it.

The barn was now lit with oil lanterns, and had a tender glow to it. Dany stepped into the clearing with numb feet, catching Jon as he was removing his jeans. He glanced at her for a second, and then drew his eyes to the hay laden floor. Dany was still shivering audibly, drawing herself beside him in the sexiest way she could produce mid-thaw.

"What 're you doin'?" Jon asked with a sniffle, folding his pants over his forearm. Her cheeks flushed and she licked her dry lips; watching him stand there, glistening with rain, boxers clinging to him, dark hair curling about and sticking to his redden face. Her frozen fingers unhinged themselves from the plaid blanket, letting it flood to the ground silently. Both stood gawking at one another in their undergarments; Dany wore an evil smirk, and Jon's face was blank with confusion. His jaw went slack.

"What are you doing?" He asked again, serious this time, shuffling with uncertainty. She twisted shyly in front of him, not used to having an audience at this level of undress.

"Taking your mind off things." She coo'd, stepping towards him; but he reared away. Okay, try that again. Her hand went for his neck, but that gave him cause to back up into the stall, stirring a resting horse. "What's wrong? I have a gift for you- d-don't you want it?"

"I can't." He said simply, his hands up defensively, trying his hardest to focus on her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't fuck that up again," He gave a ragged exhale, "listen, Dany, I really-really like you, but…"

"But?" She crossed her arms over her wet bra, blinking up at him in rage and embarrassment.

"-I don't want to father any more bastards." Her face fell with confusion. "Listen, at the party… I hooked up with someone… my ex. Her name is Ygritte, a-and she thinks she's pregnant…"

Dany didn't respond to that like she should have; her voice calm and lowered. "Thinks?"

"Knows…"

"And you're sure it's yours?" Her voice rose as she stepped closer to the fire, and Jon's head shook, tossing his curls every which way.

"No. I don't. But I'm the only dumb-fuck I know that would forget about things like protection in a situation like that."

"Do you love her?" She asked with a noticeable break, and his head shook again.

"No."

His voice was sure, and there was truth in it. Dany smiled at him, and felt sorry for herself the second time that month.

"Well Jon… if it is your baby. I'll love it too, okay?"

"Are you sure? You can back out of this while you still can," his eyebrows were lifted, and he was conflicted between forcing her away and drawing her nearer.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm pretty hooked on you, you know?" She laughed whole-heartedly, and his eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Okay. Anything else we need to cover?"

"Um, yeah, one more thing."

"Oh god Jon," she guffawed despite how worried she actually was, "how many Snow-bastards do I have to mother?"

"How many do you want to mother?" His voice went up with hopefulness, and she became more nervous than before, still smiling because she loved it.

"As many as I can." And his head dipped down with chuckles, "don't laugh! I'm going to open a Snow Ranch, and little Jons can run free and- stop making fun of me, Jon Stark! I mean it!"

"There are no more babies, no need for that-"

"Well, what is it then?"

"Okay, uh-I've joined the Army. I leave in August."

Dany's breath caught in her lungs; out of all the things she thought he would say, that was not one of them. "H-how long?"

"5- maybe 4 years…" His dark eyes met with hers, "I'm sorry."

She was angry. She thought they were going to be alright, she thought they could handle everything together. As in, close proximity. But it complicated things immensely. She sniffled, "okay."

"It was a little after I met you- I didn't think we'd get what we have."

"Okay."

"Dany." He used a stern tone, one identical to that of a parent or a teacher. Her eyes flickered to him. She sat down on the stony ledge beside the fire place.

"Can I tell you something? My brother was a bad person. He'd hit me if I looked at him in the wrong way, he'd beat me when he was bored, and touch me when he was drunk. The morning you dropped me off, I stood up to face him and he took me into my bedroom and tried to rape me." She rubbed her nose and fluttered her watery eyes, "Okay, I thought, this is pretty fucked up, how could anyone want to live in a world that fucks people over like that? Like the current was too strong, and we got washed away with it…

"But we land on the beach, and try again. Some try and try but get pounded into the rocks and the sand and drown. I'd like to think that I made it over that wave that day, and I got to live because someone saw my efforts- like, some stronger, better swimmer helped me over and gave me a second chance. I think Drogo spared me so I could help you… you don't have to fight it alone Jon. This is just another thing you have to do, and I'm going to make sure you don't get stuck in the rocks."

Jon looked tired. He was just so overwhelmed. His tears mingled with the rain and Dany held him to her, kissing his face and kissing his lips. Kisses that were sad and happy, and some with dreams in between them. Everything was going to be fine, a weight was lifted, and everything was going to be fine.

"I think I love you," he breathed out into her cheek, afraid to even admit it because it sounded ridiculous and sappy.

"I think I love you too." She returned, conjuring more kisses from him. "Do you still want that present?"