He noticed that Daenerys was surprised by what he did, and Jon supposed he couldn't blame her. Never once had he been accused of being the spontaneous, playful one in the family, but never before had he felt anything like what this revelation between them was making him feel, so he reckoned he had an excuse to be a little wild.
That wildness seemed to be infectious, as Daenery's kiss was tinged with it, too. Jon responded in kind and once more, he was on the verge of breathlessness from it.
Jon's hands found her tiny waist and he held her close that way. "Name it," he told her, as earnest and honest as he had ever been. "Anything I can give you, Daenerys, it's yours."
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That wildness seemed to be infectious, as Daenery's kiss was tinged with it, too. Jon responded in kind and once more, he was on the verge of breathlessness from it.
Jon's hands found her tiny waist and he held her close that way. "Name it," he told her, as earnest and honest as he had ever been. "Anything I can give you, Daenerys, it's yours."