Jon & Daenerys - Forbidden Love

Her Fire to his Ice - Part 2

'Jon...' she breathed. "Sorry for-"

"Hey I told you, never be sorry for this" he said and moved her from his embrace to look at her in the eye.

"Its just that...Iv never been able to be like this towards anyone, Its always been expected of me to be tough, to be strong for my people...and I am...but......Jon snow, your the first that I can truly be this way and not feel ashamed or guilty about" she said. He kept listening, not taking his eyes off her.

"And...well...this may sound really silly and immature of a queen to say...but..." she had an embarrassed smile now but he only listened, not daring to intrude, she had him intrigued. He was completely engulfed with everything about her.

"Well...your the first man to look upon me and not prey his hands on me...and Well....to look at me for who I am, not who I look like" A smile crept upon her face as she looked down at the floor. He took her chin in his palm and lifted her face to his as he stared deeply into her glistening eyes.

"And the first...to look at me...in the eyes..." she said, this time another tear running down her cheek. She felt so, so silly and embarrassed for being this way in front of anyone, for being weak. She didn't want Jon to think she was some kind of Damsel. He slowly put a finger to her cheek and removed the tear and tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear.

"Nothing you say could ever be silly to me" he whispered. As these words had left his mouth, she found herself no longer feeling embarrassed about the way she was behaving or the things she was saying to him. Danny was now comfortable, felt relaxed, truly feeling she could trust this man standing in front of her, completely, for the first time in her entire life. Unexpectedly she felt his cold lips press against her cheek and somehow the coldness of his soft skin warmed her. Once he pulled away, daenerys found herself feeling once again, lonely and suddenly filled with the desire to have him close to her, to be wrapped in his embrace. Danny stared deep into his eyes. She loved how his face was not perfect. They had scars. They had bruises. There was always a slight sadness in his eyes...she loved him for who he was. He inspires her because no matter how difficult something may seem, he always wants to help, he always wants to save his people...she could tell he was terrified every time he spoke about the army of the dead...but he still remained calm and strong. 'He would be a good king...' she thought and pictured him by her side when she could take back the throne. She shook these from her mind and felt a blush creep upon her cheeks. 'Oh Daenerys get a hold of yourself!' She mentally slapped herself. He noticed how strongly she was looking into his eyes, how much longing she had...he did not take his eyes away from her for one second. Her eyes, beautiful like the very glistening of the moon herself, he swore she could entrance any man to fall for her with eyes like hers, with the fire they brew and suddenly he found himself suddenly possessive of her. He wanted her to be his, and his only and she was not...not yet anyway. The little strand of hair escaped from her ear. He tucked it behind her ear once again and opened his mouth to speak.

"Well...my queen is very badass and has the most beautiful eyes I have ever-"

She suddenly and slowly interrupted him and brought her lips to his, pressing softly against them while closing her eyes. Danny noticed they were cracked and cold but she didn't mind. Jon was shocked for a moment but then eased into the kiss and followed her lead. She felt warm and her lips were smooth and healed his cold ones. She deepened the kiss and quickened but after a few minutes she could sense he was holding back. 'What was wrong? Was he shy?' she had thought.

She calmly opened her eyes again and broke away and stepped back.

"Did I do something-"

"No, uh, um, it's fine" he blushed and the corner of his mouth pulled into a shy smile. She returned his smile and took hold of his material on his chest and he gave the consent. She aided him in removing his cloak and it fell heavily on the floor of the boat. She then removed his his shirt and flung it over his head.

She stepped back to look at him and was surpirised to see scars all over his bare chest.

"What are those?" Danny had asked him softly and cautiously, hoping she didn't just offend him. He sighed suddenly self conscious but continued.

"Remember when I first met you and sir David said-"

"That you took a knife to the heart for what you believed in" she continued.

"Yes, well, I did die that night but I had been brought back. My brothers from the night's watch...well...they betrayed me, tricked me into believing my uncle had come back and they had plunged several swords into my chest all because I let the free folk into our lands, all because I had provided men, women, children, babies, shelter and food to-"

Daenerys ran her finger over the biggest scar on his heart and brought her lips to it and softly kissed it. His skin was tough, and damaged and very cold, almost like there was no life at all, almost like his heart wasn't beating. The scar was deeper than she had expected it to be and it had made her slightly wince and she began to feel sick to her stomach. How would even do such a thing? To turn against their own commander? To stab him to death so violently? She felt a sudden urge to wrap her body and her arms around him and to never let go. She didn't want any one else hurting him or even setting a cruel eye towards him. She couldn't stand that he had actually died...she couldn't stand knowing that if the red woman hadn't brought him back then he wouldn't even be here with her...she pulled her lips away from his scar.

"Your not mad? About me-"

"Jon Snow, the last thing I would ever be towards you is mad... Iv heard weirder things" she said, sternly. "This was done by terrible people...are they still-"

"Their dead...I hung them" He said robotically, trying to hide his feelings of guilt and shame but she could sense it.

"You shouldn't pity them" she slightly snapped angrily, not at Jon but at the ones who hurt him. "They killed you....they deserve it"

Jon flinched for a second. Did they really deserve it? Did they really deserve to be killed? Did olly? ...he felt a gut sickening feeling even thinking about the boy...

"...the biggest one on my heart...was done by a 10 year old boy, Olly...I put my trust in that boy.....i thought he was my friend, I looked out for him like he was my own brother....and what's worse is he wasn't even sorry " he whispered and closed his eyes, seeing the memory on his mind. He tried to shake it away but he couldn't. The hurt he was still feeling from it. Danny brought her hand to his cheek and softly held it.

"That was his choice Jon...it wasn't your fault...sometimes we must let aside our feelings and who we truly are, to who we need to be to rule and look out for our people...it wasn't your fault...it's in the past, don't think about it" she whispered while still holding his cheek. He looked up at her now and that's when the tear fell from his eye, out of his control. He quickly got rid of it before she could.

"Your right..." he said and held her hands in his. She smiled and he smiled back.

"Now I don't feel so bad about being brought back from the dead , knowing you can walk through fire without turning to ash"

"I can say the same" she grins. He smirks and suddenly finds his focus lowering before her face to her chest without even realising it. Her smirk grew wider and desire suddenly filled them both in that moment. She walked over and locked the door of her room and returned to him as quickly as she had left and guided him to her bed.

<Continued in the next part > :-)