With a giggle, Daenerys agrees, "It's fortunate. Sometimes it's all little hooks or such things, though I imagine that you'd be able to manage them with enough incentive." To say nothing of corsets -- she's not much for them, and she'll skip them if she can, but she's a woman grown, that luxury isn't always allowed.
She shifts to allow him to undress her a bit easier, instinctively arching up when he begins to kiss her, murmuring, "Oh, oh, Jon," urgingly. All she can think is that she'd be happy to have his mouth on her forever.
The compliment makes her blush, turning her head just slightly to the side to avoid his gaze for a moment -- something like humility, not the pretended modesty of some but instead a genuine confusion about how to respond to such a thing offered so nicely. "Thank you," she whispers, but then she figure it best to just pull him down into a kiss and let that serve as gratitude instead.
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She shifts to allow him to undress her a bit easier, instinctively arching up when he begins to kiss her, murmuring, "Oh, oh, Jon," urgingly. All she can think is that she'd be happy to have his mouth on her forever.
The compliment makes her blush, turning her head just slightly to the side to avoid his gaze for a moment -- something like humility, not the pretended modesty of some but instead a genuine confusion about how to respond to such a thing offered so nicely. "Thank you," she whispers, but then she figure it best to just pull him down into a kiss and let that serve as gratitude instead.