AN: I decided that Dreams- by Bastille and Gabrielle Aplin is DanyxJon's couple song, so if you're really into this ff, give it a go! It's a great cover!~ Foxy
Chapter thirteen: Jon
The barn was such a terrible place to love a person. Wet dust, itchy hay, leaky roof, and various animals. It wasn't exactly his ideal place to woo someone, but Dany wasn't one to care; excited, scared, and embarrassed, she laid the plaid blankets along the ground, making some fort, as if she were a child again. A child about to take a big step into her adult life.
The barn loft creaked, and the rain drops thrummed loudly closer towards the top. Jon could see his breath up here, digging around in the stored Christmas items for Theon's stash, for whenever he could coax a girl in there, finally finding what he needed with numb fingers. He slid down the ladder, rubbing feeling back into his shoulders, reading the names on the foil packets and grimacing at their unappealing nature.
"Uuh, okay, you have a choice." Jon called to the figure behind the blankets, her silhouette appearing across the plaid, "here we have Fire Hot…'s got like, cinnamon scented stuff on it, Ice-Ice-Baby, 's got…. I dunno ice stuff on it- or X-tasty, 's got- ew, no- never mind, not that one".
"Which one do you usually use?" Her voice fell from behind the stripes; the innocence in it was evident, as was the shaking.
"None. These aren't mine, they're from Theon's secret stash." Jon searched the packets for warnings, " if irritation occurs… okay, definitely not Fire Hot."
"Isn't there any… normal ones?"
"I know," he agreed with the uncertainty in her question, "I'm not too keen on using these either. Here, I'll bring them in and you can read them."
Jon tried to find an entrance in the fort, all the while thinking about sex and the fact that the blankets were a fire hazard. Thankfully, it was warm inside with a nice romantic glow about the fire pit, and Dany sat on the fairly cushioned ground, picking hay pieces from the fleece. He made the mistake of tossing them to her when she wasn't looking, and the silver ribbon smacked her in the chin.
"Pfft- sorry! You okay?"
She spat loudly, rubbing her mouth free of whatever germs sat on its surface. "Wow, so romantic, thanks."
"Give me a break, it's been a while." Jon plopped across from her, warming his shivering arms in front of the fire, smiling at the horrified look on her features.
"I don't want to use a condom named Ice-Ice-Baby to lose my v-card," Dany admitted with disgust, letting them fall to the ground with a metallic slither.
"I have some in my room- if you want to wait till later."
"No, I've already mentally prepared myself." She said with admirable determination, her fists in front of her shaking with excitement. The wind smashed into a wall with a bang, causing them to jump. "So, let's get this thing done."
"Don't say that," Jon scrunched his nose, "sounds like you have something more important to do."
"Okay, how about: make love to me, Jon?"
"That's a little better."
"It's as good as it's going to get."
Jon kissed her simply with a chuckle, his hand pulled her face closer and her cold hands went to his shoulders. His mouth abandoned hers, so he could kiss the distance from her mouth to her ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. She jolted and her shoulder went up to block him, and she laughed with embarrassment.
"Calm down…" He whispered, rubbing the base of her neck, causing her body to go slack. Dany was so inexperienced- so awkward, he couldn't help but smile.
His mouth found the spot again, kissing it with more intent, wanting to leave marks on her skin. He could smell her body-wash again, taking him back to the night of the party, their bodies pressed closer than they were now. Her eyes were shut, fingers pressed into his shoulders, mouth opened in the slightest. He took it as an invitation, going back to them with more urgency than the time before, biting her bottom lip, forcing a small sigh from her. His tongue traced the opening of her lips parting them to deepen the kiss, causing her to moan into his mouth.
Jon's hands slid down her back, tracing the curves and stopping on her bottom, pulling her closer to him. The thunder sounded loudly from above, causing her to jump up and bite his lip.
"Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry!" She said rapidly, covering her mouth, he touched his lip and chuckled. Jon said nothing; gripping her hips, pressing his fingers into the exposed skin and pulling her back to him again, nibbling on her throat. Dany reacted with a yelp, her nails biting into the back of his neck.
She began to roll her hips against his, breath hitching, fingers now tracing his stomach and chest. Jon let out a moan against her skin, and a competitive smile sat on her lips. The brunette was pushed down onto the fleece blankets, and he hovered over her. Dany's hands went to her back, playing with the clasps of her bra as he seated himself between her legs, returning to kiss her face. It fell away, but her hands went to her breasts out of shame.
"It's okay," he coaxed, running his hands up and down her side and soon they fell away as well. His hands went to cup them softly, and she arched into them with a whimper; he brought his mouth to the sensitive skin, gently at first then more motivated, sucking, leaving love bites. Jon adored the sight of them, the feel of them- and he was determined to let her know.
His eager hand went to one, kneading it, as his mouth went to the other, taking his tongue to her nipple, only sucking when she began to beg. Mewls sounded from her parted lips, and her hips moved, aching for attention. His free hand went down and rubbed her through the thin fabric, curling and uncurling his fingers against her, finally they slid past the elastic band of her panties to play with her wet skin; the teasing only drove her mad, leaving angry red scratches across his back.
Jon trailed wet, hungry kisses down the flat stomach. It been so long since he actually made love with a woman, his last girlfriend was into feral fucking whereas he enjoyed the slow teasing of a writhing girl, someone melting to his touch- that was what he did best, and that was where he felt at home.
"W-what are you doing?" Dany whispered in a daze, confused as he stopped at her legs. She only knew the main mechanics of sex, and he wasn't surprised that she was surprised.
"It's okay… trust me," he said in a voice husky with lust. She sat back with a worried expression, and he kissed the inner softness of her thigh, his breath hot against her, pulling a loud moan from her. Her hands fell to her pink panties, pushing them down part of the way for him, and Jon complied, pulling them past her legs and discarding them to the floor.
Dany's red face turned towards the fire, and her hands gripped the blankets, but much to his surprise, her legs remained open to him. His mouth went to her, giving one tentative lick along the length, and she tensed. He continued with more confidence, tasting her with a merciless tongue. Kissing, swirling, sucking, probing, and she arched into his every touch, and he explored with determination.
She exhaled sharply, bucking hips towards his eager mouth, his hand pressing her down by the stomach, steadying her. His middle finger entered slowly, and his rhythm matching the drumming rain outside. She whimpered his name, her thighs pinning him in place as her fingers found his hair, pulling, causing his arousal to persist noticeably, moaning into her. He continued to suck the small sensitive nub, making no notion to SLOW, and her hips buckled under his palm.
Her cries built up, calling out for mercy as something strong twisted inside her. She let out a sobbing moan, her toes curled and her body shook, lightening flooding to all regions of her body, leaving her limbs twitching and exhausted. Ragged breath and sweaty bodies. Dany lied in the warm euphoric bliss that followed, lips parted as she panted, eyes on the dark ceiling of the barn.
"Oh my god," she said finally, a smile on her bruised lips as she pulled his mouth to hers in some attempt to congratulate; her movements were slow and sluggish, and she could taste her satisfaction on his mouth. Jon kissed her gently, proud of his handiwork on her, his hand resting on her heaving chest, her body aglow with a job well done.
"Let me know when you're ready," he whispered, lying beside her on the blankets. This was about her pleasure, and he had to remind himself that, despite the throbbing pain he felt. She rolled over to greet his face, her hand touching his cheek.
"Where did you learn that?" She giggled, and Jon smiled with embarrassment.
"Practice." He chuckled, brushing hair from her face, and she withdrew her lip, shier than before, letting her hand wander to his waist.
"That was pretty amazing."
"We could do it all the time, if you want."
"Promise?" And Jon nodded, even though he knew that he couldn't do it all the time once he had left for the Army. She rolled him over onto his back, peppering kisses onto his cheek and jaw, going over to suck on his ear as he had earlier. Without warning, Dany climbed onto him, straddling his stomach with her hands pushed down onto his chest.
"I'm yours, and you are mine," she demanded, pressing her forehead to his. Her pale skin was lit with the glow of the fire, her eyes fierce from beneath her hair. He agreed silently, and she bent down to kiss his collarbone.
"Ready?" He sighed past her head, his heart drummed in his chest. She grabbed the silver ribbon from where it was thrown; ripping out the one she wanted. He slid her off of him, letting her to wait eagerly as he removed his shorts to roll it on. It burned upon contacted, forcing him to gasp loudly. It felt like Jon was literally fucking ice, kind of painful in a good way, but he had yet to determine whether he liked it or not. She stared at him, taking his naked vulnerability into her memory for safe keeping.
Her hand reached out and touched him, stroking the whole length in attempt to become familiar. He bit back a moan at her touch, she clearly wasn't afraid like some girls, lingering as long as she pleased. Jon lifted her up to put her on her back, but she struggled against it.
"I want on top."
"You sure?" He asked in confusion, but she clearly wanted it to be so, shoving him back to the fleece by his shoulders. Dany straddled him once more, dragging her fingers over his abs before reaching back to grab with shaky hands. Upon seeing her nervousness, Jon forced himself to remind her,"-we can stop whenever okay? Don't feel like you have to do it."
"I know," she whispered, pressing the tip to her and slowly sitting downward. Far too slow for Jon, in fact, it was almost agonizing for him to hold himself back from trusting upwards into her. But Dany took her time, her brows knitted, and thoughts unreadable. She was tight- more so than he remembered Ygritte being, and he let out a groan, hands grabbing her waist with bruising force. Purity gone in one fell swoop.
"Fuck," he breathed out as soon as she reached the base, but Dany seemed to look away, face twisted with pain. "…are you alright?"
"It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it was going to… but it's pretty uncomfortable…"
"Do you want to stop?" And she stared for a moment, before giving a brisk nod. "We can try again later, okay?"
She pulled herself from him, and her eyes widened at the sight of the blood she left on him. She choked out an apology, "I'm sorry."
"What? Don't be," He said sitting up, "sometimes it hurts, and sometimes it doesn't. Everybody's different, Dany."
"Are you mad?" She said covering her face so that he could not see.
"No, why would I be?" She shrugged in response, "listen, it was your choice, okay, as long as you're happy and don't regret it, I'm good."
"You sure…?"
"Yeah." Part of him earned for release, but he pushed it a side. This wasn't some random fuck, it was something more special, something more intimate. It was love-making at its finest, and he would have to wait. "Go get dressed okay? We'll go inside once the storm dies down… there's a spigot over there… you can, uh, clean yourself if you want."
She stood up on shaky legs, retrieving her discarded undergarments, and left the blanket fort. Jon pulled off the burning rubbers, more than happy to be free of it, grabbing his boxers and exiting the plaid nest. He would have to wait for his arousal to die down considerably before he could even attempt to put on his pants, and they were still damp to the touch.
Instead he went to his phone, picking it up to read, but there was no text. In fact, his initial text for Robb never sent, interfered by the storm outside; Jon pretty much cursed the families cheap network, letting his phone drop to the hay. Dany returned from the dark part of the barn, legs wet beneath her dress and shoes in hand.
"Hey," he said to her as she approached, her face was sad and her eyes were drawn to the floor, "you okay?"
She nodded and rubbed her face, "yeah, I mean, it's pretty sore… but yeah, I'm good."
"Then what's up?"
"I just- I dunno, I thought it was going to be like one of those romance novels. You know, people humping like rabbits while the rain rages outside? Doesn't that sound appealing?"
"Well, yeah, that's why they write them that way, nobody wants to read about the arm-crushing or the positions that don't work- it just doesn't sell."
"I guess," she smiled now, "thank you."
"You're welcome," he returned while pulling on his shirt, although he didn't know what he was being thanked for, "we'll try again later, 's gonna take some time before it'll be awesome 'rabbit-humping-rain-sex'."
"Do you still love me… even though you didn't… you know."
"Is that what you're worried about?"
"A little, yeah."
"Yeah, I still do. You kinda gave me something a little more important than me cumming, don't you think?"
"You don't really believe that, do you?" She laughed; once again, answering his question with a question. Jon figured her brother was the reason she didn't think of it as being special, probably being constant in reminding her too.
"Don't think so little of your virginity," he reprimanded, hopping into his jeans and buttoning them at the waist, thinking about how much he regretted throwing his away to his first girlfriend. "It meant a lot to me, okay."
Dany remained quiet for a second, recycling his words over in her mind. "How is it you always know what to say?"
"I don't, sometimes I can really fuck things up."
She gave a curt nod, stepping closer to him and embracing him. Jon didn't know how to react, patting her arms and she squeezed tightly. The phone rang from its perch on the hay laden ground.
"Um, I've got to-" Jon tried reaching for it, but Dany was keen on not setting him free- and clearly didn't understand the importance of him receiving a signal. "-Dany, the phone-"
Her only response was giggling, tightening her grip. Jon leaned, taking her with him, and she laughed more so when her feet left the floor. He retrieved it, pressing it with difficulty to his ear.
"He-" Jon adjusted himself some more," hello?"
"Jon? Jon! Where are you two? I was so worried!" Cat's voice sounded from the end, alongside other voices. "I tried calling-"
"Is that Jon?" Cried Arya from the back, "is he dead?!"
"Arya, please-" Cat grumbled.
"Jon, if you die, I can have your cds right, not Robb?" Theon's laughter came from the other side as well as Robb's protest.
"Boys! Please!" Their mother yelped, turning back to the phone.
"Yeah, we're fine. We got to the barn just before it got really bad."
"Thank God!" She sighed, her voice turning from the phone, "-they're in the barn!"
"Yeah, it seems as light as it's gonna get, we're going to head in." Dany had released him by now, pulling the blankets down and folding them. She lifted the packets of condoms to him, "-Uuuhhhhhh, I'd just hang on to those, we'll toss them- too gross to keep."
"X-tasty?" She mouthed with a sour look.
"Yeah- X-tasty." He laughed back to her.
"What? Are you talking to me, Jonathan?"
"Huh- no, not you." He said with shock, shifting the phone to the other ear, "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"
"Okay, be careful!"
"Yeah." He hung up and went to tying his shoes on, noticing her sandals in her hand. "-it's muddy out, so you better hop on."
He opened the barn door a bit, the storm was still going, but not as hectic, just wind and rain. Jon bent down in the piggyback position, and Dany just looked at him with a 'really?' look.
"Jon."
"Oh shit, I forgot." And he did actually forget that Dany was sore and wouldn't be able to straddle anything for a while. "Uh, I'll carry you bride-style."
He lifted her up, and she latched onto him, kissing his cheek as they wandered out into the rain. And he returned the kiss because he felt it was appropriate. Both headed back into the house, both were reluctant to leave behind the barn and its atmosphere.