Khaleesi and the King (of the North)!

2- The Unthinkable

(Jon's p.o.v)
I watched her go, blonde hair rippling softly in the breeze. I wished for her to feel better soon- she must be feeling worse than she was letting on.
We had that in common.
As she disappeared out of sight, I turned back to face the sea. The sun had truly risen now, and the waves glistened a stunning azure blue. Unbidden, my thoughts wandered to Daenerys. The waves were the same colour as her eyes, a deep cobalt that sparkles when she smiles-
STOP.
Jon. You cannot think these thoughts. She's the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Who also happens to own not one, but two dragons. Stop thinking about her like this for your own safety if nothing else.
My mood had been soured. I turned to walk back the path I had taken down to the balcony, and started walking, trying to think about the more important matters I should be actually thinking about.
How to keep the citizens of Westeros alive in the war to come, perhaps.
The rest of the day passed in a drudge of meetings and the like, with too many tight lipped soldiers and uneasy Dothraki around for me to truly feel comfortable. I was glad when the last meeting of the day was done, and walked back to my chambers to have a little time to myself.
***
There was a knock on the door to my chambers. It was strange, being this late at night- I was lying in bed under the covers- but I thought nothing of it, and called for whoever it was to come in. The door opened, and in she walked. Daenerys. She shut the door behind her, before walking over to the foot of my bed. Her eyes bore into mine, wide and mesmerising.
"Your grace," I spoke slowly, looking at her, "I was not expecting you. Forgive me, I am not dressed-"
"Ssshhhh, Jon Snow," she whispered.
"But-"
"Sh." She reached behind her, fiddled with something, and suddenly her dress fell to the floor, leaving her nude.
My breath caught in my throat. The rumours said she was beautiful, but they did not do her justice. She was indescribable. Her long, white-blonde hair fell to her lower back, where it stopped just before the curve of her hips. The milky skin of her collar bones was smooth, and her breasts were curved perfectly, not too big, and not too small, as if carved by Gods themselves. Her eyes shone in the moonlight.
I felt my cock go hard, instantly. Gods help me, if she did one more thing I wouldn't be able to resist taking her ...
She smiled slightly at my look of astonishment, before climbing on my bed and crawling towards me, on her hands and knees. She reached me, and slowly, leaned down to kiss me. Our lips connected, and I felt a pulse of electricity as I had never felt before . I kissed her back, hard. As our kiss grew more passionate, she pulled the covers down, exposing my chest to the night air. I sat up, her straddling my lap, which was still under covers. Her hands lightly caressed my back. We kissed, and I lightly nibbled her bottom lip, making her moan. The sound vibrated through my body, making me harder still... which she felt.
Shit, she was sitting on top of me. Of course she knew.
She broke the kiss, smiled and looked knowingly down at my lap.
She spoke- "Let's move these covers out of the way, shall we?"