He slid his cheek against hers with a smile. "I like the way you feel, too." Simple, but true. Warmth and closeness and satisfaction and her body against his, her limbs surrounding him. Danerys felt more than simply good-- somehow, she felt like home.

Jon nodded in agreement. There were a few hours of darkness left, but morning would come all too soon and he and Daenerys needed to be out of the hayloft well before then. After that, who knew how long they had before the Starks left Winterfell and the two of them faced being separated forever? But they had that one moment, and they could dream about forever while they did.