Khaleesi and the King (of the North)!

5- Behind Locked Doors

(Jon's P.O.V)
At last, it was over. I was walking out of that dratted room when I remembered that she was the last one in there, probably having a moment to herself. I paused, and was just about to carry on walking when she said, "Jon... A word, if I may?"
I turned around, to see her standing, waiting for me, at the other end of the table. Ignoring the sudden thump of my heart, I walked over to her, slowly. You can do this, Jon. Stay calm. She has two dragons. Scary creatures. Not a good idea.
(Daenerys' P.O.V)
Stay calm.
He is but a leader of the people up North. He means nothing but for us to be allies, and here you are thinking about... Just focus on telling him, alright?
I clear my throat, and cock my head slightly, looking at him. This was going to be hard.
"I can't do this while you are here."
He looked puzzled. "What?"
I shook my head a little, then continued.
"Here, we are meant to be planning for the start of a new era for the seven kingdoms. I... I can't do that when you're here."
He moved a little closer to me, still looking puzzled.
"It's nothing you're doing wrong, I think really the problem lies with me..."
I turned to face the window directly in front of me, while he moved forwards another step. Fuck. Why was this so difficult?
"For some reason, I seem to lose focus, whenever you..."
Two hands softly touched my waist. He was behind me. His breath on my neck sent chills down my spine. Was this a dream? I tried to carry on, "Whenever you..." He leant forward, and his nose gently brushing my ear, whispered "I think that we should best discuss this particular matter in private, since I can sense this may be of a personal nature, your grace?"
I nodded, silently (what else was there to do?) and followed him quickly down the hall and up a flight of stairs. He opened the door, and I walked into his chambers.
Behind me, I heard the door shut.
It took everything I had not to kiss away the look of confusion written on his face as he sat next to me . We sat together on the long side of the bed, facing away from the door. There was silence for a few seconds, then I said, "You can't help being it."
"What?"
"The issue I have." I found the courage, finally, to look him in his eyes. They widened.
"If I correctly understand this issue of yours Danaerys, then I should probably mention I also have one at this moment."
"Yes?"
He leaned towards me. Our lips were inches apart, and I barely just held myself back from tilting forward, when he said, "that would be you".
All of a sudden we were kissing on the bed. Hungry for his touch, and him hungry for mine, our kisses were not so much sensual as much as desperate; we sought to find a release in each other. My dress was pulled off over my shoulders, so only my pale cotton slip was left, leaving little to the imagination. His cloak and slacks were very quickly removed, leaving him nude. He climbed under the covers with me, and gathered me in his arms, planting kisses from the base of my jawline down my neck. I moaned, and he stopped, laying a finger over my mouth before continuing his teasing descent, and ripping off my slip. It grew harder to remain silent as his lips dropped lower, and soon he had passed my stomach, making me shiver with anticipation of what may now come. He laid small trails of kisses over my thighs, and I groaned as his hot breath passed into my sex. He looked up at me, and then slowly leaned closer, and suddenly his tongue darted out and around my clit. I inhaled sharply, and quickly clung to the sheets on my bed as he did so again. I felt another sensation; his finger was inside of me, thrusting in , and out, and in, and out. It felt so, so good. I couldn't help but release a murmur of approval, at which he chose to lick around my clit again. Oh, Gods.
He built up the pace, his finger joined by another as they thrusted into me, a relentless rhythm of torture, making it near impossible to stay quiet. When his tongue circled my clit for the third time, my hips bucked up at the sensation it provoked. Fuck, how did he do it?! I let out an "mmm", and as more torture for letting out a sound his tongue stayed there, caressing my clit. His tongue combined with his fingers became heavenly but excruciating torture for me. I was panting heavily, his fingers moved faster and faster, then suddenly my hips stiffened, and I came, moaning into his hand that appeared over my mouth.
I looked down at him, aghast and still panting. He, of course, just grinned at me.
"You have no idea of what's yet to come, my Queen."
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Author's Note:
So yeah, i'm getting back into writing more smut (do i get a hell yah?). I won't keep you here long, as i'd like to think the next chapter brings more exciting things...
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