Mother Of Dragons

Chapter 22

Dany rolled over and sighed, the early morning sounds of water and birds singing to her sweetly from outside before the light even touched the sky. Buried under a large fur pelt, and her husband's arm, she felt happy. It was colder than it had been the past few days, so she was more than pleased to burrow deeper under the covers and turn over to prop an arm over Drogo's chest. She felt his breathing slowly change as he awakened, the lazy roll of his hips as he tried to prod at her with his morning erection. Grinning to herself, she pressed her body closer, enjoying the warmth he shared for a moment before trying to extract herself from under his arm to get up.

Agile and muscled arms immediately snatched her back, making her laugh. "You're warm," he said, his voice rough with sleep as he pressed his face between her shoulder blades, inhaling her sleepy perfume with relish.

"So are you," she said, teasing, turning her head to look back at him. She kissed him on the face softly, giving him a bit of affection in return for snuggling with her. "But that does not change my need to get up."

"Come back as soon as you're done," he demanded, carefully letting her go.

She sighed in answer. The day was starting. There would be no going back to bed, and he knew that. A hunt needed to happen, and a day out in the city for her. She wound a light blanket around her body to keep warm, and made her way to the back room to relieve herself, then came directly back to stand next to the bed. Maybe she could bury herself back in there for a while longer. She stood over Drogo for a moment, just watching him sleep in her spot, before climbing directly on top of him and over to his side, giggling at his grunts and groans. She burrowed back under the covers and promptly propped her cold feet on his low back. He grunted and turned over onto his back, and grabbed her feet, holding them in his warm hands.

"Not nice, Khaleesi," he chastised her gently, looking over to grin at her.

"Not nice taking my warm spot, Khal," she jested back, but groaned out as he rubbed the bottom of her foot.

"Good?" he asked, watching her face.

"Yes," she answered, sighing and laying back flat on the bed. "This makes me happy," she said after a moment. It was as close to 'Thank you' as she could figure in Dothraki, and on the few occasions that she said it directly to Drogo, she could immediately see satisfaction on his face. Point made. The first time she'd said it to him, he'd made a comment about how well she was riding her horse. "She makes me happy," Dany had answered, shrugging modestly at his praise. The look on his face, the pleased grin he saved only for her, sent a joyful sensation up her spine, and she knew she'd hit her mark in looking for a way to thank him for his wedding gift to her, and she'd used it again when he'd offered to speak to the midwives about keeping Rhaego's birth a private affair.

He grabbed her other foot and rubbed, hard, right in the middle of her instep, and he grinned at her moan of pleasure and surprise. She grabbed his free hand and placed it on her belly, placing it where Rhaego was dancing inside her. Before she could react, he had both her feet and flipped her gently over onto her chest, unwrapping her from her makeshift dress as he did. He propped her hips with a firm pillow, effectively keeping Rhaego from being crushed between her and the mattress, and moved himself to hover over her back, kissing her on the neck, very near her pulse as he knew she liked.

"This?" he whispered to her, beard tickling her shoulder and thrusting against her gently.

"I like this," she agreed, arching her back slightly to press her rear back into him.

He groaned softly at her bare skin touching him, warm and soft. "Me, too." He knelt up and gently lifted her hips slightly in his large hands before easing into her, letting her set the pace as he showed her again how good it could be this way.