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[ungentle]

Daenerys knew the North very well by now, as much as she knew it wasn't hers.

She'd spent practically her whole life in Winterfell, under Lord Eddard's -- protection?  Care?  Watchful eye?  Possibly some combination -- and truly, she was grateful of it.  Surely her life could have taken other, less civil turns: exile, perhaps, or being killed like the rest of her family.  She wasn't a Stark, she had always known she didn't quite belong, but she was looked after by the Starks, this for reasons she was only just beginning to understand.  (It fascinated her that not killing children was considered a matter of politics and not of basic decency, but then, she was only a young girl, she wasn't meant to understand these things.)

It wasn't uncommon for the once-princess to seek out privacy and quiet when her day's work was done.  She'd been a striking girl and she'd grown into an even more striking woman, and even despite the whispered worries about her lineage, she had always received a great deal of attention; she was as good and polite as she could be when approached, but this tendency to run off and hide, though not entirely ladylike, stemmed from a desire to avoid such attention.  She often retreated to the godswood, though not from any particular religious inclination so much as that she knew it was unlikely she'd be disturbed there, at least by anyone who wasn't welcome to disturb her.

Today's earlier raven from King's Landing, though innocuous enough, had sent Daenerys into a mood: carefully disguised, hardly noticeable to most, but nonetheless one she felt she needed to be alone, or mostly alone, to sort through.  If anyone were to look for her, or just to stumble across her, they'd find her in the godswood, bundled in a cloak and deep in thought.

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[blackbastard]

Jon is absolutely stunned that Daenerys' expression on seeing him naked doesn't embarrass or make him the least bit uncomfortable. In fact, the way she looks at him, wide eyed and quiet, makes his heart beat even louder. It makes his blood rumble in his body, much of it flowing downwards in response to his want.

He nods when she asks her question. "Would you think less of me if I said, Gods, yes?" In point of fact, Jon doesn't wait for a response to that. He bends down to repeat the same process, kissing the pale skin that he lays bare as he pulls her skirts downwards. By the time the fabric is over her hips and halfway down her thighs, he pulls it quickly free.

Now it's his jaw that goes slack, his eyes that widen as he devours the sight of her. Daenerys is stunning, in every sense. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely before lowering down and stretching out over her and holding her tightly, trapping his stiffness between them.

[ungentle]

She notices that little detail, too; it brings everything into even sharper focus. They're really doing this, it's really happening, if the wrong people find out they'll think her a fallen woman (not that in her position she has too far to fall). And she couldn't be happier.

"Of course not," she murmurs. "How could I?" But he's already tugging at her dress, already pressing kisses to her skin, and the closer he gets the more she trembles with need.

She's not self-conscious or even strictly speaking shy, but it does unnerve her to watch him watching her with such -- admiration, perhaps? It's a look she likes, but not one she's used to seeing aimed at herself. "Thank you," she says, and she wraps her arms around him, whimpering just slightly at the way their bodies press together.

[blackbastard]

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.

[ungentle]

Daenerys has picked up on one or two things from the gossip she’s caught, but right now she’s not thinking about it. He feels so right on top of her, she feels so comfortable -- they're in a hayloft, for goodness' sake, it isn't exactly luxurious but right now it's the most comfortable place she's ever been -- and they feel like they belong like this.

She feels her heart jump at the sensation of him pressed so close against her. "You're quite ready," she whispers, giggling a bit and letting her gaze dart down.

[blackbastard]

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.

[ungentle]

"I am," she answers immediately, without even giving it thought. Right now, in this moment, she is. Without question. Beyond this night, who knew, really; they're both set to have to accept destinies that don't include each other. But the more she turns it over in her mind, the more she suspects that she's telling the truth and not just for right now. She isn't terribly worried about the weight of it.

All Daenerys is in much of a position to do is return the kiss, tentatively wrap a leg around Jon's waist and urge him on with the gentle pressure of her heel. She's run out of words just now, she's just curious where he'll take it.

[blackbastard]

The two words send a lightning bolt through Jon. It wasn't as though there was any mistaking how much she cared for him and how close to him she felt-- for the Gods' sakes, she was laying naked beneath him in a hayloft, ready to give him herself. But to know she was his, even for a single night... there wouldn't be a place on the Wall he couldn't warm with the memory.

He can feel Daenery's leg move and feel her urging him. Jon looks down on her with the plain, open concern he's always shown for her. "Are, uh, are you ready?" That he could hurt her quite a bit if she wasn't, Jon was aware, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

[ungentle]

The single night is the easiest to understand, but then -- there's a part of her that thinks that maybe they've always been meant for this. It suits. It makes sense. It feels like it's supposed to happen, even if they are having to hide away like this.

That, for example: the way he looks at her, the way he cares for her (does anyone else, really? Beyond just the perfunctory ways of doing). He's -- he's always been so good to her, she can't imagine him doing any different now. "I'm not sure," she whispers honestly, and it's the shyest she's sounded yet. She feels like she might be, but then, it's not as if anyone's ever told her what ready really is for women.

[blackbastard]

Jon nods. This time, he's pretty certain that his secondhand knowledge will be close enough to accurate and definitely useful. His hand slips between their bodies-- no mean feat, considering how close he and Daenerys are holding each other. His fingers find their quarry, the soft folds of flesh between her thighs.

She's warm, almost hot to the touch, but not very much what he would call wet. The men were always adamant that would help things along considerably. Hoping that their outrageous claims as to how to arouse a woman quickly and thoroughly were at least a little true, he starts to slide down the bed, kissing the line in the center of Daenerys' body, between her breasts, down her stomach and ending between her legs.

Taking a breath, he began to kiss her as passionately there as he had minutes before her mouth.

[ungentle]

It's odd, Daenerys thinks; she's been feeling excited and the slightest bit needy practically since this afternoon, but while it seems as if men are prepared in no time, it apparently takes a bit more effort for women's minds and bodies to match up. Not for the first time tonight, she wishes she'd had a bit more education in these matters, though she can't imagine where it'd have come from. Lady Stark is polite enough to her (if grudgingly), but Daenerys can hardly imagine her having this talk with her daughters, let alone a fostered once-princess.

But every single though seems to fly from her mind when Jon's mouth reaches her center. She's heard mention of men doing this in passing (they seem to quiet in respect when Sansa or Arya or Lady Stark pass by, but if it's Daenerys on her own their voices seem to get actually louder, as if their bragging would get her eager to transgress with them) but she's not paid it much mind, she couldn't have known how utterly -- wonderfully --

"Oh," she sighs, fisting a hand in the blankets they're laid out on.

[blackbastard]

Even to Jon's untrained ears, that single sound from Daenerys' mouth speaks volumes as far as whether or not he'd made the right choice using his mouth on her. It seems to be a resounding approval along with a strong encouragement to continue. So that's what Jon does, using his lips and tongue as much in the way as he had while kissing her, and the sounds from above him are clearly saying he's doing well.

One thing the men were wrong about, though-- she tastes wonderful, as far as he's concerned, and he could keep this up so long as his jaw holds up. He looks up at Daenerys with an expression that clearly asks, "Good?"

[ungentle]

It's more than the right choice. It's the most wonderful choice she could have imagined, she thinks, it's somehow soothing her nerves and working her body into excitement and -- and it's so intimate. More than once though not often she's heard suggestions (some aimed at her, some just around her) that she or another woman ought to do some man a favor and just "suck them off" or some other awfully crude euphemism, and Daenerys rolls her eyes each time, hurrying away fast as she can. She'd never even think about putting her mouth on someone like this if she didn't care for them.

She thinks she'll have to make Jon feel as good as he's making her feel right now, but she can't be bothered to think too much about it just now, not when she's already so close to floating away with the sensation. When she notices Jon looking at her, she finally gives into the urge she's been trying to suppress and whimpers out a very delighted "Yes."

[blackbastard]

He hears Daenerys say the word "yes", but when combined with the dreamy look on her face and the sound of her voice, Jon's desires turn the word into "more". And so he endeavors to do, moving his mouth faster, his tongue deeper and more firmly. Jon believes he remembers that there's a kind of finish line to this race, but doesn't rightly know what will happen when she gets there.

It does occur to him, though, that it'll be the most pleasing race he's ever seen. The whole mixture of sights and sounds and Daenerys is somewhat taking its toll on him, though. Jon shifts his weight, trying to relieve the hardness that is almost painful.

[ungentle]

"More" is something she wouldn't have thought to ask, but it's the most glorious thing she can think of right now, too. She thrusts her hips against his mouth and spreads her legs yet wider, responding by pure instinct. She can feel the warmth spreading from her belly through her body, she can't hardly control the moans falling from her lips.

"Jon," she breathes, "Yes, keep -- there." She braces one hand against his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his skin so as to urge him on.

[blackbastard]

He feels the hand on his shoulder, hears the urgency and command in Daenerys' voice and Jon wants to crow in satisfaction. Not only is he pleasing her, it seems like he's doing a damn good job of it, and if there is what the lady wants, it's what she'll get.

Jon concentrates his efforts wherever makes Daenerys moan the loudest, drunk on the taste of her, his own lusts temporarily forgotten in his need to satisfy her.

[ungentle]

They're alone, the chance of them being found out is all but nonexistent, but Daenerys is still so startled by the volume of her moans that she tries for a moment to quiet them with her free hand, for a moment almost succeeding before sensation overtakes her so much that she can barely find the will to keep her limbs held any way but where they might fall.

"I -- I think --" Her body feels so wound up tight, shivers and waves of heat rush through her alternately, and all she can think is close.

[blackbastard]

He can feel the tension, pulling Daenerys taut like a bowstring. In his mind, Jon can almost picture her standing on the edge of a great height, but instead of wanting to catch her or pull her back, everything inside of him is demanding he push her right over. And so he does everything he can to do just that, reaching up as he does to find Daenerys' hand, instinctively lacing his fingers with hers so she can squeeze as hard as she likes.

[ungentle]

Oh, she'll take advantage of that, and the pressure she puts on his hand increases and increases and she keens and thrusts her hips against his mouth hard as she can and her eyes flutter shut and --

"Jon," she wails, and just like that her grip on him lessens and she knows she's reached it, she's sated and feeling so, so wonderful.

[blackbastard]

He's surprised by the strength in Daenerys' hand as she squeezes his, and even more by how hard her hips move against his mouth, but by the looks of it, the strongest thing of all is the feeling that blows through her body like a storm, hard enough to make her shout his name. And hearing that? Jon's sure he's never been prouder of himself.

When it seems her body has calmed from the experience, he crawls back up her body, wiping his mouth on his arm before kissing her stomach, her breasts, her throat. Jon notices immediately that in his concentration on Daenerys, his own readiness has slipped a little. Moving on instinct, he gingerly guides her hand to his cock.

[ungentle]

She doesn't even really register how powerfully she's gripping him (she'd likely apologize if she did) but what it amounts to is she's channeling all of her passion into just that one little action, so of course it's going to be uncommon strong. She's too worked up to do anything but.

When she notices where he's moving her hand, though, Daenerys smiles slow, playful as she can in the aftermath. Here, the hold she has on him is nothing but careful, tender even, and it's almost testing the waters as she runs her hand up his length then back down it. "Let me," she whispers. It's the least she can do after he managed to bring her to that

[blackbastard]

His body and breath shudder when Daenerys' had circles his cock and begins to gently stroke it. Jon's had a few goes at pleasuring himself before, like most healthy young men, but the her touch is otherworldly in the way the sensations rush from her fingers straight through his body like lightning. "Oh... Oh, Daenerys... That feels so good..."

The words sound entirely inadequate, but they're the best Jon has got at the moment. If the stories are true and his manhood has even more pleasures to experience, Jon's not sure he'll survive them.

[ungentle]

"I should hope," she murmurs teasingly, moving her hand up and down slowly. "You deserve to feel just as good as you've made me feel." With a raise of her eyebrows that indicates that someday soon, she intends to properly reciprocate, but right now she can't imagine anything that would mean they'd have to break the close position the were in.

She brushes her thumb over the head, circling it and then moving to trace the tip. His expression tells her that her goal is very much being met.

[blackbastard]

"Believe me, I do." But then Jon sees the expression on her face and the implication registers. His eyes go wide because just the idea that she would consider it, let alone have a look of anticipation about it is enough that he's swelling even more quickly in her grip.

He groans loud and long. There's lightning and fire coursing all through him, and they haven't even started doing it yet. "As much as it would be heaven to have you do that some more... I'm ready again." Which is an understatement. He's seen bars of iron in the blacksmith's shop less rigid.

[ungentle]

There's no reason in her mind that she wouldn't consider it, look forward to it. She wants to know his body as intimately as he's quickly learning hers, it's fair and appealing both. She hopes he's excited about it too, but then she's got all the proof she could need that he is.

"Good," she murmurs, but her hand doesn't yet leave him. She's waiting for him to prompt her, really. "Good, because I -- I need you."

[blackbastard]

If there's something Jon knows he should remember, it's that Daenerys Targaryen is not and never has been like other women, and so he really should stop being surprised about things like her interest in pleasing him. The fact that they're... whatever they are... was a big enough surprise to start with.

"I need you, too," he whispers. "And as far as I have a say in it, you'll always have me, Daenerys." Jon shifts back into position, stretching out above her, with his cock pressed between her legs. He reaches down and between his hand and hers, Jon finds himself at her entrance and slowly begins to press inside.