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[They are already comfortable with one another, their intimacies regular now. She is used to his touch, enjoying it even more than she was expecting. But this place does not seem to just let affection grow. It is not a bad thing though, and she welcome the way he pulls her in and holds at her waist.]

I am not disappointed. You also have a kind heart. Of all the things offered, and this is what you think of? [She hums. It's endearing. If many men were given the same choice, she knows it would be different. Perhaps this is the reason why he has free access to her bed.]

Often. I think as well about how warm you are and soft. That I like your eyes and your touch. You are kind, funny and gentle. I have never truly felt akin to someone, save for my sister, but I feel as if I know what you will say or do before it happens.

[As if they were of one mind, though he was afraid to speak that aloud. He was content to note it on his own.

He nuzzled into her neck, smelling the perfume of her hair. His hand squeezed her hip. If he could press her even closer, he would. But they were already as close as they could be.]

Our coupling is an aspect I love, but there is more than that.

[She cups his face gently when he speaks. Dany is used to men looking at her and falling for her, giving a limb to do the things that her and Jon have done in this prison, but this still feels different. She had not planned on becoming so attached to anyone, and she does not know, yet, if she can here, but she can feel their connection, stronger than any she has had.

There is something between them, and she cannot deny it.]

There are moments when you are asleep. I like to rest my head on your chest, and listen to your heartbeat in time with mine. It does not feel as if we are stuck here then. [Because she is not even sure if she will ever meet him back home. They are from the same world, but she is not sure if this same draw that she feels with him will somehow find them there.]

I can feel it. Our intimacies are... deeper than that, but I find moments with you even when we are just together that feel right somehow. [She understands destiny, birthright, claims, but this is something she has not actually experienced to her core until meeting him.]

[This bond was something that he didn't expect or imagine possible in his life. It was difficult to sort out, to even understand and sort out in his mind. It was tethered, drawing them together. And while he couldn't say if they would meet in Westeros, he felt that he would somehow know something was missing.

He had tried to shut himself off, but it was impossible to do. He was shook, rattled by the sudden onslaught of feelings and how unprepared he was for it. Still, he welcomed this warmth and desire, giving himself completely, even as part of him objected for honor's sake.]

I sometimes place my hand against your heart. [A small similarity, but another sign of how they thought alike.] Does that mean I make you feel as if you are home?

Being with you, being in you, I feel whole.

Home is complicated, [She admits quietly, thinking about that concept before she looks up at him with a little smile as they move in close to one another again. She touches his face gently with the pad of her thumb.]

But I can imagine what a home must be like when you are with me.

[It's true. Even being in this prison cell does not feel as stifling or as maddening as it truly could be if he were not there with her. She would already be threatening to burn down the place (the thought still lingers).]

Do you wish to be in me now?

[It wasn't far from what he felt. Home was never something he knew. Even in Winterfell, there was no real place for him. He had no name, no birthright and no real family left. Only Arya and there was no clear sign of what happened to her. Perhaps the Wildlings would still continue to march without him? Perhaps the Red Woman would do more than give warnings?

But all of that pain, anger and fear was dimmed next to Dany. She tempered his doubts, calming his thoughts and bringing out his humor.

That was a sense of home in that.]

You can't tell?

[She wants to believe that Westeros is home. That she will find her place there. She has always been a foreigner in a foreign land. It has not been too different being in this place in that regard. Daenerys is still trying to command the same respect here, and for the most part people seem to at least recognize the command she leads.

She does not want to think about this place as home, but if Jon is in Westeros, it is an easy thought that perhaps they can find one another again back home.]

I can always tell when a man wants me. [It's a look she has seen many times over. She smirks a little, but it's Jon who is in her bed, who she has let there. Clearly there's some reciprocity.]

I don't want to think of the other men that want you. [He was jealous and always had been jealous. Deeply ingrained guilt flared each time he dreamed of Winterfell, claiming it as his own or killing Robb with Ice. He knew the root of it all, but it wasn't something he wished to dig up and inspect. It was easier to keep it buried, facing the fear and shame when it surfaced before disappearing.

It would be much the same with Dany. He knew she was with other men, but it didn't alter that he hated them for it and he hated that he couldn't offer her the level of dedication she deserved. An honorable union, one she could be proud of-

-but each time that thought came to him, he would see Lady Stark's eyes and remember 'You're a bastard'. A Queen needed a real lord, not one simply called "Lord Snow".]

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They are not the ones in my bed, [She reminds him, one hand drawing to cup his face. He does not need to worry about other men. No, they cannot have something so traditional as they would back home (and even then she is not entirely sure how it would work).]

You are the one I am asking if you wish to bury yourself inside me. [Her free hand moves to his waist, to slide down over his lap. It is not a tease, but a promise of what is to come. He does not have to think of other men when it is clear he is the one she wants.]

No, but they still know you in that way. [He can't help his feelings, as irrational as they are. He is guilty of it as well, but that feeling continues to fester. At least when they are in bed together, he feels more at ease.

She was asking him and he wouldn't think about whether or not that question was raised with other men. He gave her a tug, lying back against the bed, encouraging her to sit on top of him.]

You are and I would never say no.

Not every man. I would hope you do not think of me like that. [If that is some consolation. There are more that desire her than those who have had her. She is used to that desire, and that was the point of what she was trying to say. Dany knows that he wants her, and he is the one she chooses to lie with. There was nothing wrong with being with someone she wishes to be with, but Dany is certainly deliberate with who she wishes to bed, just as much here as she has been back home.

It is a little more with purpose here with what is expected of them, but that does not mean she is simply going around bedding just anyone.

She tries to distract him from that thought though. Dany assumes he has been with others here, too. Not everything can be helped, and she knows that strategically speaking it would be wise. It does not make her happy to think of it though, and it is easier to focus on the way he pulls her into his lap.

She gathers her gown at her hips, making things a little easier to move over him. Her nose scrunches as she dips down to kiss him again.]

How could I? [He would never think poorly of her. Dany was a free woman and she lived as she thought best. He could never fault that, even if he didn't always understand that. He lived his life by honor and duty, holding fast to his vows, as much as he could. Unfortunately, he was not as good a man as he wished.

But he felt better with her. It rankled him that the two of them were forced into the arms of others when hers were the ones he wanted. He endured and lived for these moments with her. Having her sit above him, skirts raised and pressed against his hardness, it was hard to think of anything else.

He cupped her cheek, urging her to stay close so that he could kiss her properly and deeply.]

[As long as they have an understanding, she is pleased. She would not be so simple to think that she is the only woman he has taken, here and back home. She cannot fault him his past, nor can she fault him for what he must do here. They are still trying to navigate what they are for one another, she knows that. She wants to put him at ease in that regard.

But he captivates her mouth, and she is distracted enough. Dany dips down and moves to grind down against his lap, taking in the feel of his body beneath hers. They fit together nicely in every position, but even she has to admit she likes the feel of being on top of him already.]

[She was a woman who commanded respect, not simply placed beneath him in such a mundane position. They had done that, as well as many other things, but he wanted to look at her above him, to marvel at her body as she rode him as she wanted. Her pace, her desire, he wanted to know it all. It would be all of her, the very depths of her passion and need for him; the greatest of knowledge.

He rocked his hips up, a groan emerging from the back of his throat. His lips parted for her, seizing her into a deeper, needier kiss. The talk before, it might be gone, but the hunger to possess her, that had burrowed deep in his chest.]

[Dany had a feeling if she moved her hips a certain way, she could pull that sort of noise from him. It's alluring, how much she already knows his body and what she can do to him. Pressing her body down against him, she's already working on taking her own gown off, seeing no need to keep it on. Besides she also wants to be completely bare when she does take him.

She separates momentarily just to pull the clothing over her head and off of her, now completely naked. He's still got his own clothes on, but there's something erotic about their current situation.]

[He followed her unspoken desire and kept his clothes on, only pausing a moment to tug the ties to his trousers, for her to open and lower as she pleased. She had command over him in a way he was happy to accept. He had to smile. She had never expressed the desire very often, but he knew intrinsically that she was pleased with this power and position.

His hands ran up over her thighs to her hips, squeezing them gently. He wouldn't guide her movements, but would feel every shift and swirl of her hips. He took in a sharp breath, marveling at her body. The soft coloring, the slight perfume to her silver hair, and how well her curves fit into his palm. She was perfect.]

[Daenerys does have a penchant for this particular position. She likes it even better when the men she is with naturally submit as well. Her body his bared to him like his, his hands knowing her curves intimately. She smiles as he unlaces his breeches. His cock is already hard, as it almost always is.

One hand strokes him as she presses her wet heat to him slowly, dragging it out, wanting to sit on him like this for as long as possible. There are already ideas for another time, of the ways she could have him like this, but for now her hands strokes over him, her slick coating him just enough.]

Tell me what it is you desire, Jon. [And she will gladly give it. She simply wants to hear it from him first.]

In this position, isn't it what you desire? [He grinned, even as a groaned built in his throat. Her touch was warm and reassuring. It never took long for him to become hard with her. She knew now how he liked to be touched, what would drive him near mad. Her drawing all of this out, her juices already on him, it left him shivering, gripping her hips. He was trying to hold back, restraining himself from lifting her and impaling her on his cock.

He rather enjoyed her power over him, mirroring the sway she had over his head and emotions.]

Shouldn't I submit to my queen?

I can still give from this position. [Just as much as she can take anyway. Still she wants to hear it from him, hips rocking against his shaft. If he does not answer her, she will just continue to tease him against her sex.]

You have not yet bent the knee, so how can I be your queen? [Which is a debate for another time, but if he wishes to call her that, she will only take it if he means it. It is not simply a moniker or something she takes lightly.]

You can and you do. [He isn't helping, but there is no real request he can make. He's inside her, beneath her supple body, all milk and ivory. He could touch, he could kiss and he could caress. She was asking him if he had a request, what he wanted or needed from him. Was there anything beyond this?

It was a turn of phrase for him, quite honestly. He had never sworn to a particular ruler, though had preferences, despite his vows. Dany was the woman he wanted, craved and desired. She was a queen as well, his queen in a possessive sense. Not that he'd admit that to her.

It's a bit difficult to express any of that while she's teasing him. She's offering friction for his cock, but not the full attention he's craving.]

Should I call you a spearwife instead?

[She moves to take him then, slowly sinking onto his cock after having slicked his shaft with her wetness. For a moment her eyes flick back, breath becoming heavy at the feeling of him filling her completely. He just naturally felt like this is where he was meant to be, and it is hard to focus on anything as her hips instinctively rise against him, moving over him.

But it is a conversation that they have circled around before. The title of Queen simply means too much to her for him to use it so simply. It is who she is in her blood and veins, and she can understand his choice, knowing that he remains neutral and outside the politics of Westeros at the Wall, but if he wants her to be his Queen, then he knows what he must do.]

A spearwife? [It is not a term she is familiar enough with. She does not know what they are to one another, except what feels to be fated, intrinsically revolving around one another.]

[He gave a low groan, his head falling back as he took in the feel of her around him. A cove, that's what she felt like, a safe place he had been searching for all of his life. This place had him question his honor, who he was and who he'd become, but with her and inside her, all of those thoughts disappeared. He wanted her, always wanted her.

What use would he be to her? The subject he avoided, that left him roiling with fury and animalistic fury, it impeded what she wanted from him. He was- no, he wasn't going to think about what he was now. He was where he wanted to be. He wouldn't ruin that as he had done so many times before.]

A wildling woman, one that is a warrior, as strong as any man. [His breath was sharp as he thrust up into her.] These woman must be stolen to be taken to wife.

[Fingers land on his chest, just a light touch to steady herself on him as she started to ride him, lifting her hips and rolling down on him. Dany's breathing gets heavier, trying to maintain thoughts on a conversation as she takes him inside of her. Her eyes slowly blink, and she licks at her lips before considering his words.]

You have not stolen me if I give myself freely to you. And I am no wildling. [She arches her brow. Dany smiles lightly. She could tell he's searching for some meaning, and even she knows what they share is not just something impersonal. It is not something just barred by this place, though she does not know what is in their future.]

I could be yours. Here. [She knows he's already made his vows, and anything traditional is not feasible in this prison, but then what they are doing and what they have is not traditional.]

[That lick to her lips has his full attention. Tentatively, he lifts his hand, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip. Soft against the skin, her mouth was almost like silk. Against his lips, he struggled between fire, which she seemed to exude, and comfort. Gestures like this, simply admiring her features and the memories that followed them, it was enough to soothe him.]

You are a different sort of Wildling. [He doesn't know too much about the Dothraki, but they seemed to live similar lives to the Freefolk.] No, I can't steal you, but I caught you off guard.

[He holds his breath, taking a moment to understand what she might be offering and what could be. It was torment, a punishment all its own, to see her with others or know she was with someone else. Yet they seemed to manage. A strange sort of fidelity between them, though existing in a different way.]

Mine? [He wants that. As fiercely and darkly as he coveted Winterfell and Ice, but this was tangible, this was something that could be in some form. It wouldn't be a simple dream shifting into a nightmare. It...could be his.] I want you to be.

[His finger moves over her lips, and she parts them for him, grinning a little more seductively as he continues to explore her mouth. She rocks her hips down slowly, taking him all in, and inhaling slowly. His words rain on her, covering her for that moment, and she smiles down at him. He certainly caught her.

She's still not sure how all of this would work, and maybe when he's not deep inside of her, they can talk more about it, but just laying it all out like this right now just feels good, simple. It might entirely be the case, but it feels like it right now in this moment. Even more so when he confirms it. Daenerys dips down to kiss him slowly, taking him all inside of her again. It's deeper than before, trying to keep him closer.

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