Davina Targaryen was focused on fun and adventure when they took their trip north she never expected to fall in love.
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"What you're looking for has been here the whole time."
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To say Jon got his ass whooped was an understatement. Davina pranced into his chambers, she heard the pop, pop, pop of bubbles and moved around to the bath.
"Hey loser." Davina purred. Jon smiled giving her the middle finger from the bath tub.
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Davina laughed out.
"Sore loser." Davina altered.
"I love you. You beat me. Can you come here and kiss my ego better?" Jon requested
"I will do you one better." Davina corrected stripping down and slowly entering the tub with him. A slow smile curved jons face.
Jon's chambers at the castle were large and luxurious, meant for royalty. His room was bigger than at winterfell, his bed was bigger, he had his own bathing area and a balcony. Not that he spent many if any nights in his own bed, he always laid beside Davina. She wanted to claim him fully and completely. She couldnt wait for that day.
She dipped down and came up, wet, soapy breast enticing Jon. She stretched her legs out and he massaged her feet under the water as she leaned back in the tub.
"I knew I would find you brooding in the bath tub." Davina teased. Jon pulled her legs to him and she slipped back. "Jon!" She shouted grabbing the edge of the tub for balance.
"Come here." Jon begged pulling her closer.
"You gonna touch me." Davina whispered dragging her lips over his jaw. "You gonna kiss me... I want you Jon."
"Yes." He begged capturing her lips. Davinas knees straddled him, her hands wrapped into his hair as his arms wound around her hips. She moaned into his mouth, the water splashing over the edge of the tub.
She felt him hard against her core, she just had to adjust a little bit and he would slid right in. Davina's hand fisted his cock and Jon groaned out into her mouth. HIs hand slipped between her double wet folds.
"Dav, no." Jon begged. "not yet."
"Jon," She whined plopping back. "Why not? We are going to be wed, we are going to be forever! I have known it since i met you."
"Then waiting will be all the worth it." Jon assured.
"I'm inpatient." Davina corrected.
"Patience is bitter but the fruit is sweet." Jon remarked. "I think your mother told me that."
"She wasnt talking about sex. I know that she was doing the dirty with my father before they were married, you know how I know?"
"I dont think I want to know how you know." Jon countered as she sat back on his thighs.
"Because they can't take their hands off each other." Davina declared. "They have always been so handsy and in love."
"I love you, Davina. I want you... we can wait though cant we?"
"You are really making my hate how honorable you are." Davina grumbled.
"I'm sorry." Jon whispered kissing along her collarbone, davina's head tipped back to the ceiling as his hands moved her hips closer, his fingers finding her core. "There are plenty of other things we can do." Davina liked that answer.
"Okay," Davina agreed meeting his gaze.
"Why was there so much water in your wash room?" Arya questioned that night.
"Why were you in my chambers?" Jon challenged. He meant to clean it up but a naked wet davina was more exciting than cleaning.
"Because we were playing a game." Arya answered.
"Stay out of my chambers." Jon corrected.
"You spill out of the bath or something?"
"Or something." Jon agreed. "I will clean it up, thanks for reminding me." Jon added quickly when he saw Tywin approaching.
"Jon." Tywin remarked.
"My Lord." Jon agreed running off.
"He did something." Arya decided, Tywin glanced down at her skeptically.
