Chapter fourteen: Dany
She couldn't help but feel a tad bit disappointed in herself. What kind of girlfriend takes without giving? Sure, Jon said it was okay, but was it really? Everything felt good- up until the point it didn't. Maybe they did it wrong- maybe she should have let him do it? He was the expert after all, probably screwing a bunch of girls, and all of them were probably great. Dany was sore and at her lowest. She wanted to cry, but she promised she wouldn't.
"Hurry! Hurry!" Urged Cat with both hands, propping the screen-door open with her hip, a look of worry on her face when she noticed the brunette being carried, "what's wrong? What happened?"
"Nothing happened," Jon stated a little too fast, setting Dany down on the doormat, ushering her inside the warm house, "'s just muddy."
"Jon!" Yelped a small girl drowning in a sweater, flinging herself upwards at him, shouldering him in the chin, "I thought you died- did you find Nymeria?!"
Jon gave her a hug, setting her down in the kitchen, "no, I'm sorry, Arya."
"She's out there alone," Arya said stoically staring through the fogged windowpane, and Jon nodded with a lowered head rubbing her back the way he did with Dany. Just then an older red-headed girl slid into the kitchen and embraced him around the neck; eyes squinted close with fear for tearing. Jon returned the hug, glancing up at his smiling girlfriend.
Cat pressed a mug of black coffee into her palms, and Dany soon realized her arms were crawling with goosebumps, "you poor thing! We have to find you warmer clothes! Sansa, could you lend her a change of clothes? Those winter ones your Aunt Lysa sent? They're too big for you anyways…"
Dany sipped it, despite her fondness for creamer and sugar, watching the red-headed teenager release Jon to return up the steps. She immediately went for her bag on the table to see if Missie texted, but the weather interfered with her service. Cat sighed over her shoulder, "at least we still have electricity… I'd have you call your mother on the house phone, but lines are down all over…"
"Who's that?" A young boy asked, roaming into the kitchen to see Jon, rubbing his eyes as he glared across at her. Sansa ran back in with clothes in hand, also staring at the brunette for the first time.
"Bran, that's Jon's girlfriend, mum told you." Arya snapped, still clinging desperately to her brother. Cat nodded along with Arya's words, shoving the clothes into Dany's chest with a little too much force. Theon and Robb were now in the kitchen, along with their father, who was holding another small boy. Good gracious, what a big family. It was always just her and Viserys, so this was a tad overwhelming.
"EVERONE OUT OF THE KITCHEN!" Cat called over her children, also extremely overwhelmed, pushing on her husband and her two older boys. Dany flooded out one of the large doorways, followed by Jon and Arya, who was laughing now, having forgotten her lost dog. Jon grabbed Dany's cold hand with an even colder one, leading the trio up the stairs and into the boy's room. He threw his giggling sister down on the bed closest to the door, and she immediately went to bouncing on it.
"You can change in here if you want," he laughed breathlessly, already getting to the removal of his own. Dany watched him carefully for a second, because she was already missing the sight of him and guilt flooded to her once more. Arya wasn't paying any attention, digging through someone's collection of candy and comic books; clearly this family was comfortable enough to dress around one another. Dany twisted her back to him, and he stopped climbing out of his jeans long enough to unzip her.
Robb and Theon entered the room boxing each other, only stopping when they noticed a female presence. Jon glared at them, sliding on a long sleeved shirt. They said nothing, but Theon ran over to where Arya was with a 'hey!', chasing her from digging any further, and she ran down the stairs with a peppermint secured in her teeth.
Dany bounced into the skinny jeans Sansa lent to her, grimacing at the tightness about the crotch, making a sound of discomfort. Jon looked towards her with his eyebrows raised, and she shook her head at him, smiling a faux smile. She noticed Robb watching her change; if he had his way, she'd be his girlfriend and it would be him she would be undressing beside.
"Did you folks have fun?" Theon asked from his bed, tongue out through his teeth. Jon sat back on his own bed to pull on a fresh pair of jeans, lowering his brows at the other boy.
"Shut the fuck up, Theon."
"No seriously- I mean, crazy weather right…?" He trailed as Dany struggled in the sweater, after it was over her breasts his eyes fell to the floor, "sooo, that's not a bunch of condoms falling out the back pocket of your pants?"
The couple drew their horrified gazes to the floor where several silver packets were sliding out from Jon's discarded jeans. Dany forgot that they were supposed to throw them away, they were far to gross for anyone to keep. Jon snatched them all up, and strode over to Theon's bed.
"Actually I found your stash," Jon said in an as-a-matter-of-fact kind of way, the other boy's face dropped as he recognized Ex-tasty among the others, "I brought them in to show Cat, so she knows that not only are you a whore-monger, but you like filthy-gross sex and dick-burns."
"Ohhhhhh!" Robb called from his corner, snatching the ribbon before Theon could, reading the packets carefully, "these are so fucking nasty! HAHA-"
"Stop it-" Growled Theon, who was clearly upset, but Robb bounced up and read the names with laughter.
"Is this one edible? Do girls really eat this off of you? Gross!"
Jon returned to where Dany was, watching his work unfold as Robb tore out of the room, the strand flying behind him as if he were a kite, Theon close on his heels.
"It won't be long before Theon notices Ice Ice Baby missing…"
"Maybe he won't?" Dany said with far too much worry in her tone, sitting on his bed to pull stockings on her numb feet. Jon fell back into the blankets, causing her to bounce up and him to notice her horrendous Christmas-sweater.
"Oh my god that is by far the ugliest thing I have ever seen."
"What? I think it's cute." She laughed melodically, pouncing on him like a kitten, clutching his shirt tightly. She leaned down to press her lips to his nose, and his hands went to her waist. She sneezed on him.
"Oh god-"
"I'm sorry!"
"Way to ruin the romance, Dany," he grumbled, sitting up to wipe his face free of her spit, " A+."
"I said sorry-" She yelped at him, provoking a chuckle, "I guess I'm getting a cold…"
Without out a word, Jon grabbed his comforter and smothered her with it, rolling her up in it; he laid on top of the blanketed mound.
"Jon!" She gave a muffled giggle from beneath his weight; he adjusted himself from on top. "It's not that type of cold."
"Shhh." He whispered with a laugh through the blankets, his hands grabbed through to where her stomach was. "Coochie-coo?"
"NO. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE." She warned, recognizing the sound from her childhood, kicking her knees up into him. But he tickled her stomach, causing her to thrash and scream very loudly for help. Her hand was freed, and Dany lunged for one of his pillows, beating him mercilessly. "I. SAID. NO."
"OW-JESUS CHRIST-"Jon yelped between beatings, trying his hardest to slither away.
Dany flung herself on top of him, sitting on his back, speaking in the same taunting tone as him. "Coochie-coo?"
"No- haha, please," he begged, trying to pull himself from beneath her, rolling around to face her; but she simply repeated the words, "Dany- I'm not even joking, don't fucking do it-"
"What is going on up here?" Cat called from the doorway, finding her step-son beneath the brunette.
"UM- It's not how it looks," Dany shimmied off of him. Catelyn remained deterred, not saying anything for several silent moments, air thick with awkwardness.
"Jesus Christ Jon, at least lock your door," Cat growled with a whisper, clutching her chest, "-the children can hear you…"
"Wha- no, we weren't-"Jon argued while sitting up, interrupted by the older woman.
"Robb and Theon found your… contraceptives… and to be completely honest, I'm disappointed. Ex-tasty? Jon. I raised you better…"
"You... You serious?" Jon choked out. Somewhere between the attic and the kitchen, Theon convinced Robb it would be funnier to pin the blame on Jon, and they were right, it was funny. Fucking hilarious. "Those aren't mine, those are Theon's."
"Jon, don't go pinning things on your brothers because you're ashamed to be sexually active. Listen, it's a hormone-thing- all boys go through it, but you can't have sex all the time, there are diseases- it's better to just… you know, touch yourself."
"Are we really talking about this?" Jon groaned as he covered his flushed face, and Dany shifted uncomfortably. "Isn't there a deadly storm outside that may or may not strand us for days? Can we not talk about whacking off?"
"Jonathan! Watch your mouth! The children- we mustn't corrupt the children!"
"Um, ma'am?" Dany piped up, hands clutched into her lap; both turned to her, "those are my condoms. Not Jon's."
The mother stiffened, glaring Dany down as if she wanted to crush her. She eyes drew up to Jon and her voice was harsh, "dinner-time you two. Wash up before you come down."
And she slammed the door, her footsteps disappearing down the steps.
"Why did you say that?"
"I didn't want you to get in trouble…" she whimpered, kneading his pillow with her nervous hands.
"I'm always in trouble," he grumbled, a hint of unreasonable anger, "besides, who fucking cares if I use an edible condom, I'm 19."
"Yeah," she agreed, smiling at him because she was imagining an edible condom. And he smiled back because he was too.
"I should think before I talk, huh?"
"What do you think that tastes like?"
"What?"
"Ex-tasty?"
"I don't know." His face twisted with disgust," probably not good after it's been on- and in- people."
"Ew!" She screeched; biting her lip with a devilish smirk, "I dare you to eat it."
"Uhhhhmm," Jon looked at the ceiling, and Dany was shocked he would even consider it, "how much would you pay me?" She shrugged with a giddy grin. "I'm not eating it until you show me the MONEY."
"I'll eat it, but only if you wear it~"
"Don't be gross, Dany."
"I'm trying to be kinky for you-"she groaned, hiding her face in the pillow because now she was embarrassed and wanted to die, "you dumbass."
"Well I can't tell- your sexy voice sounds like your sarcastic one. You're the dumbass."
"JON-AND-DANY-DINNER." Shouted Arya from the bottom of the stairs, mouth probably full of food.
"Dany, you'll be sleeping in Sansa's room," Ned smiled at her, only seconds earlier did he compliment her on her beauty and CONGRATULATE his son, "just till the roads are clear enough for you go home."
Sansa opened her mouth to make some sort of response, but instead she smiled towards the brunette. Dany wasn't sure if Sansa hated her, or liked her. But Arya protested, she wanted Jon's girlfriend to sleep in her room.
"No nonsense," Cat warned Jon directly with a fork, forcing laughter from the other children. Jon stared at his plate with a blank expression, taking the laughter as if he were used to it. Dany let her hand under the table to give his knee a reassuring pat.
"Thank you so every much- for everything, I'm very grateful," she said to direct the attention away from him.
"Of course," Robb said with a smile, one that made her uncomfortable, touching her shoulder. He apparently still thought there was a chance; Dany would have to remind herself not to lead him on.
Everyone finished up, but Dany offered to stay and clean up with Cat. Jon probably went to tuck Arya, Bran and Rickon in, so this would be some great bonding time for the two women. One raising the white flag- also Dany loved doing the dishes.
"I'm sorry." Dany whispered to her, cutting the silence. "I never meant to threaten the purity of your home."
"Well," Catelyn said softly, "at least you apologized. The last one didn't."
"Ygritte?"
"Wild little thing." She scoffed, flicking her hands free of suds, "she cussed all the time, dragged Jon around… I'm glad she's gone."
"I knew you cared about him." She grinned widely, but Cat gave her a look, and the smile ceased existence.
"What? Of course I do!" She sounded offended, "he's one of my babies…"
"He never calls you mom…"Dany said to the sink, voice quiet but the damage was loud.
"Yes… well. It just doesn't seem right for him to."
"But you just said he was your baby," she argued, harsher than before. "It doesn't matter if he's your blood or not, you raised him up and loved him- that's what a mother does."
"You haven't been here long enough to judge me." Cat wiped her hands dry, saying nothing more. She left the kitchen, leaving the rest to her guest.