a musebox for meliorist

As they descend together, Jon realizes that he has no practical idea of how to lay with a woman. He understands the mechanics, of course, but where the limbs go and how to keep from weighing too heavily on her, and what must be dozens of little necessary adjustments are a complete mystery. And then, Daenerys is laying on the blankets and he is stretched out on top of her.

And they fit. Jon doesn't need to think, or worry. Maybe it's just instinct and nature, but they just seem to fit together so perfectly, and he cannot be happier, especially with the way his stiff length is now trapped tightly against Daenerys' belly.