DAENERYS TARGARYEN ;
You feel her stir in her sleep, shifting the sheet draped over both of you and exposing your bare shoulder to the warm Meereen air. You slowly become conscious of the way one Dany's legs are intertwined between yours and the feeling of her bare chest grazing against your interlocked arms.
You fell asleep with your back against her chest but must've shifted in the night to the position you are in now - facing each other and as close as possible.
Daenerys lets out a small hum as you shift further into her embrace and you can feel her breath against your skin. You don't open your eyes, too content to disturb the shroud of serenity over the two of you.
Dany becomes more awake as she plants her lips on your exposed shoulder in a feather-like kiss. You smile against her silver hair as she moves to place another barely-there kiss on your collarbone, letting at a content moan.
You tilt your head back further as she reaches the base of your throat, littering her path to your mouth in grazes of her lips, softly suckling on the skin and making you purr.
You feel the cloud of haze that surrounds you, forcing your muscles to slack and revel in the bliss of your intimacy. Daenerys lets out a sleepy giggle as her kiss to your lips falls of center and kisses the corner of your mouth instead. You hum again and finally open your eyes.
The soft glow of the morning light makes her look like starlight and her opened eyes are just as dazed as you feel. Her mouth slowly stretches to a lazy grin at the sight of you barely repressing a coo at the sight.
"Hi," she whispers, and then she moves to capture your lips.
VISERYS TARGARYEN ;
You had long since given up trying to wriggle out of Viserys' lap. His arms felt like steel when you twisted and turned to attempt to free yourself, digging into your waist until he had nipped at your neck and you held still.
"Do cheer up," he mouthed along the shell of your ear and you scowled as you felt his lips stretch into a smile against your skin. "I think this position becomes you," he murmurs, barking a laugh as you try to launch your elbow into his chest.
One of his arms swings your legs around onto one of his legs so your back is no longer to his chest and you can see his violet eyes spark.
"Come now, don't pout," he smirks, running his hand along your legs and tickling his hands along the hem of your shirt. Wanting to join his teasing you pivot one leg to his other side to straddle him and snake your hands to his neck and smile.
"Please don't say anything stupid like how I belong on your lap," you jape, feeling smug until he bucks his hips. Your gasp at the tremor it sends you is promptly swallowed by his mouth. Viserys kiss is hot and heavy, leaving no room to catch your breath and he envelops your lips in his, sucking on your lips softly.
His hands are scorching as the squeeze your hips, pulling you more firmly into his lap and rocking you slightly, his mouth chasing yours when you pull away to gasp. He laughs at your shocked state and brushes his lips against yours.
"Very well," he breaths and goes to licks his lips to savour your taste his tongue, grazing your mouth and it shoots electricity through you.
"I'll just keep you on my lap until you see reason."
KHAL DROGO ;
The sound of the tent flaps rustling open awoke you from your light nap. Blearily looking up you watch as Drogo saunters into your the large tent, standing to his full height and watching you try to fully wake up.
Sitting up on your hands you beckon him forth by reaching for him with one hand and he stalks his way towards you. You hum when his hand connects to your head and runs through your hair, brushing it away from your face. Drogo kneels above you on the bed and pulls your sleepy body to your knees to face him properly.
No words are spoken as he holds your face with both of his hands and connects his mouth to yours. You mumble incoherently still foggy with sleep until his hand slips from your face and tangles in your hair. Drogo pulls lightly at your scalp, fisting his hand so you can't disconnect the kiss where his tongue and teeth dominate your mouth.
You mimic his actions and use your hands to pull at his braid, weaving your fingers pass the little bells that jingle with every movement. You moan when his hand lightly scratches the base of the back of your neck, twirling his fingers in the baby hairs.
You have to pull away from the kiss, too disorientated to keep up but Drogo simply tugs your head back with your hair and begins mouthing along your jaw and down your neck, sucking and teething at the sensitive skin. It's safe to say neither of you was seen for the rest of the night, coupled up in the Khal's large tent, exploring each other's bodies.
