Khaleesi and the King (of the North)!

6- What Was Yet To Come

My slip was ripped off- I was panting still, with my eyes shut, and so I heard him pause. I looked at him, and his eyes slowly wound down my body, taking in everything. Growing nervous, I sat up from the bed and was about to pull the covers up, when his hands clamped firmly around my wrists. I stared at him; a smirk appeared on his face.
"I have not seen you before... Forgive me, but you..." He stopped. "My queen.."
"Yes?" I whispered.
"You are so beautiful. It pains me. Your eyes. Your EVERYTHING. You seem so unaware of the... implications this has on me. On all the men around you."
I lightly chuckled, and pulled my hands away to rest on the bed, my eyes following.
"You flatter me, Jon Snow. But the way you stare..."
"Is a result of your beauty."
My eyes snapped up to his. This time his eyes were serious, probing into mine.
"I can't stop taking you IN because... well, to be honest, I can't believe that you are mine for tonight."
I arched an eyebrow, in mock shock.
"Are you assuming, now, that I'll be staying the night in your bed?"
A blur.
Suddenly he was on top of me, the covers over the top of us.
I squealed, and drew in a sharp intake of breath when I felt his breath on my neck.
"I may be wrong, but," he breathed, "I think you won't need much convincing to stay the night."
His left hand tented the covers above us, while his right brushed over my left breast, before trailing down over my navel.
I tried to steady my breathing, and as if he could sense my growing arousal, his legs lifted, and his knees pressed down and then outward, spreading my legs wide.
Fuck.
I could not clearly see his face, but I knew there would be that infuriatingly annoying grin on there somewhere. Watching my breathing became shallower. Watching me struggling to act as if nothing was happening. His finger wasn't lightly grazing my torso, my sex wasn't swelling or getting wetter.
He spoke.
"It will be you who will be struggling to remain in control, very soon, Danaerys."
AaaaAaargh anddddd no, that's my clit. Don't you fucking da-
aaah fuck. That's, not bad, the pace of it, actually.
"Jon-"
"Yes, my Queen?"
His finger circled my clit, steadily. He somehow knew exactly what to do to make me shiver.
"I,, I could leAve, any time I wAnted, you knoaaaarhhmm..."
His finger pressed down insistently, that fraction more pressure making it harder to speak. I moaned once, inwardly cursing myself. I quickly tried to push my legs together, but they were pushed wide open.
Did I even want to leave?
Well...
No. But still...
"I'iiiim the-" my breath hitched, "mother of drAgons", his finger moved faster, "and I have contrOl", it kept speeding up, fuuuuck, "over all I waNt to contr-" he pushed down more. The pressure and speed. It's so, good, "ah, ah, ahhhHh"-
He kissed me. My moans were absorbed by his mouth. He raised his head, slightly-
"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop."
His finger keeeeeeps moving, changing from circling to striking up and down, and jesus my breathing, he must know how I'm feeling...
"Well..." I manage.
The speed increases, again, and I'm not even bothering to contain my moans.
He kisses me, again.
I just whisper. Three words.
"Don't fucking stop."

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author's notes n stuff , p optional.
(skip to the next chapter for the action. when i've written it, that is)... :0
yeah. shits happened. as in significantly more shit than the last excuse i gave for not updating.
not wanting to linger on the shit that has happened, the fUture.
well...
i had very nearly given up on this fic i'll be honest with u. i hasn't written anything in absolutely fucking ages and was tempted to start a new smut.
which i may do anyways. who knows.
but.... here i am. another chapter is done. i realise, again, this is not a good place to leave it. but shit man, i've got gcses starting in like 2 and a half weeks. i don't even know if i'll even look at this fic again till summer.
so i guess i'm just updating.... to let you know i'm still alive?
lol.
if i get any spare time, maybe in a break from revision, i'll sit down and keep writing this. if not, i'll see ya in summer mfs, or possibly sooner. but no promises . i'll feel bad getting your hopes up.
vote and whatnot if ur feelin it, if not, fuck you (joking joking joking).
a slightly optimistic (but still overwhelmingly pessimistic) E
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