Back To You // Jorah Mormont (2)

29. Back to You

When the smoke and blood cleared they did a count of who they lost. They were all set to flame. Among the many northern houses, unsullied and dothraki was Daenerys Targaryen. Stabbed through the chest by the night king himself. 

"What does this mean for the seven kingdoms?" Jon asked. 

Jaime smiled, Cersei would be unchallenged, at least by the dragons. 

"Sandor, you ready?" Oceana countered. She didnt care. SHe had been everywhere and more and she realized that westeros wasnt home.. Not really at least. It was because of sandor but she could bring sandor with her. 

"Aye." He answered getting up. 

"I ready!" San agreed. Oceana looked to Jorah as he kissed her cheek. 

As the men and women decided if it was even possible to take down Cersei, Oceana got san packed up and they headed for the harbor. 

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There was something to be said for waking up with Oceana in Jorahs arms. She was soft, warm, and fit his body like she'd been made to do exactly that. He had already been up this morning, untangled her hair from the stubble of his beard and snuck off for a quick dip in the waters. Once he had finished brushing his teeth, it was already well past sunrise and she still wasn't awake. He should have gone downstairs and found them food—he was starving, knew that although San didn't have the same night as them, he would be starving too when he woke. He was a clegane and dothraki man, that meant food. All the time. His stomach was a never ending pit and he was going to be a big boy when he grew up.

But instead of fetching food, he crawled back into bed with Oceana. As soon as he slid between the sheets, she rolled at him like a heat-seeking southern in the harshest of winters, using his chest as a pillow and tossing one of her thighs right across his cock.

Her best friend, jorah had become.

A saint, he sure the hell was not.

He wrapped his arm around her back, tangling it in the thick brown strands of her hair. His chest went tight. She felt perfect wrapped around him, and it was far too easy to envision this as their life.

His free hand rested on her knee, then lightly stroked the soft skin up her thigh. He kept himself to a six-inch limit, savoring the silk of her skin under his fingers but going no higher because he knew his shirt was bunched around her waist and there was nothing between his hand and her softness besides her underwear.

"You don't have to keep it PG, San isnt here." Oceana whispered not opening her eyes. 

This was his life now. They ignored westeros politics and got the happily ever after Oceana wanted all along. 

"Mum I'm starving!" San's voice cut through their peace. 

"I could eat." Sandor agreed. 

"Sandor can you make something for san?" Oceana suggested.

"Um... but you do it so much better." Sandor countered.

"Mummy is still sleeping. Make due!" she smiled back at Jorah. "Where were we?"

It took some time but they had found their way back to each other in the end and that was all that mattered.