Jon glances down, too. "How could I not be?" he asks with a smile and the smallest of laughs. "I'm laying naked with the most beautiful woman in Westeros, holding her and kissing her like she's all mine."
His eyes drink in Daenerys again and he resumes doing exactly as he said. Jon holds her tight and kisses her deeply and it's as if he's desperate to prove to her that all he said was true, and that there was nothing in the world he would want more to be doing than making love to her. If he were more clever, more smooth, perhaps there were songs or poems or the like.
But Jon knew action. He would show her. He had to.
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His eyes drink in Daenerys again and he resumes doing exactly as he said. Jon holds her tight and kisses her deeply and it's as if he's desperate to prove to her that all he said was true, and that there was nothing in the world he would want more to be doing than making love to her. If he were more clever, more smooth, perhaps there were songs or poems or the like.
But Jon knew action. He would show her. He had to.