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[ She's still on his lap. Breaths a touch sharper from exertion, she fights to steady them... when all she'd rather do is continue riding him. This is far too an important conversation to have while fucking, though--and not for the first time this eve, he has impeccable timing for voicing his thoughts. One time, and she'd think it the slip of the tongue; two times, and she wonders if he's doing this intentionally.

Still... he believes in her?

Her eyes are wide in unmasked surprise. Vulnerable, not gloating. It smells like flowers, the warmth of the bath and his body like wrapping her in a warm blanket. He's inside her and all she can think about is how his fingers feel on her lips. All she can feel is the sudden weightlessness of surprise. ]

What about your people?

They'll come to see you for what you are.

[It's such a simple answer in the face of this great decision. There would be protests at first, the same he received when he tried to rally the Northern lords to reclaim Winterfell. They were obstinate men, but they understood bravery and respected those that lead in the field, willing to be shoulder to shoulder in the muck and grime. She might be a Targaryen and a woman, but she was stronger than any of the dragon lords than they had heard of in the past, and so long as she kept her word in protecting them, they would forgive the past and see she was their hope at a future.

He wouldn't reassure her and tell her that it would be easy from the beginning, but nothing worthwhile ever was. They were proof of that.]

Just swear to me that you will help us...

[He bent the knee before that promise was made, whether she believed him or not. It was inevitable, as she was.]

[ See her for what she is. Part of her wonders what he sees. What he's seen in this place to change his mind, to make him voice his feelings. Nearly each and every step of the way has been his pursuit in this place. No, that's not true. She'd sought him out to rekindle this--but he's the one who pushes. Shoving ahead, unafraid of what may come.

Her expression waivers. Like a ripple along the water, so too does composure give way to something deeper. That very same open vulnerability from moments ago. The sort very few have seen; and none in this place.

She nods. Clears her throat. Her throat works as she tries to swallow past the sudden lump in it, and her voice is hoarse as if she'd been screaming for hours. ]

I will.

[ From both Cersei and this mysterious threat he's determined will destroy them. ]

[He was never a man with good timing. He had first fallen in love as a war was mounting between the Freefolk and the Night's Watch. Of course it had to happen again, a deeper love and a greater war, but strangely everything seemed to fall into place where it was meant to. In loving her, he could overcome his stubbornness and recognize her as more than a claimant for the throne. In bending the knee because of that realization, he gained the help he might never have before.

Between the heat of the water, the feeling of being inside her and the emotion in his chest, he was surging, humming in this room. He pressed a fierce kiss to her lips, speaking again the words he had confessed earlier with this small gesture, wordless as he had promised.

He rocked his hips up, letting him adjust inside her.]

Thank you, Dany.

[ The water sloshes as she lifts her hand, the pads of her fingers pressing to his jaw when he leans forward for a kiss. An intense kiss that makes her want to run, to lean in and kiss him in return. So she does. She returns his kiss, mouth slanting against his as she tries not to listen to so very much. Her thoughts, his unspoken words, the beautiful song their bodies sing when they're like this.

The heat of everything brings a surreal note to this as he thrusts up into her. She rolls her hips, a downward grind and doesn't stop.

He pushes and pushes... and this inevitability only goes to show that she's doomed with him. That she'd always turn to him, like he's some sick obsession. But there's nothing sick about it, is there? It isn't like either is in a position of disadvantage versus power. ]

You're so stubborn.

[ Calling her Dany. ]

So they marked me.

[It's a wolfish smile that meets her, a man that feels triumphant in every way possible. He had said he loved her and she hadn't ran, he had bent the knee and won her help for the North, and now they were making love in her tub and every gesture she gave felt tender and gentle. It didn't matter what came after this night, he felt as though he had come out of a storm into a blessed haven.

He nuzzled her, kissing her lips again and again, needing her soft mouth. She might not be whispering loving words, but anything from her was as sweet as Dornish red.

His hips continue to rock up, moving slowly and tauntingly, holding back his usual fervor.]

I like mine more.

[ Such a shame she chose that spot on his hip. It's not as if she could suck it back into a bright claim while they were in the water, or while he was inside her.

She doesn't fall back into that frenzied fucking from earlier; instead, she's kissing him, maintaining the new pace he sets. His lips are already kiss-swollen. They're soft and warm, the wet slide of their kisses setting her blood on fire. And still... if she tilts her hips forward just a bit, she can grind her clit against his pelvis each time his cock refills her.

This is so different from all the other times. Not violence. He's managed to calm the restlessness in her, despite him being the cause of it earlier. ]

Yours suits you.

[As she suited him. Even in this tight space, it felt like their bodies were molded perfectly together. Each rock of her hips was natural and smooth, he could feel her clit against his pelvic bone and the heat that seemed to radiate from it rather than the water.

There were playful nips given, but they were nothing compared to the passionate kisses he returned to her each time. Impishly, he pulled the pin securing her hair, pulling it free so it could cascade down her body. A rush of silver set against pale, milky skin. It took the last of his breath to see someone so beautiful.

He was fully within her, settled and content. This was his world, his life. If he could spend the rest of it with her like this, he would be content.]

[ She trails her fingers down his throat, and then his chest, lightly digging her fingers into hot flesh and muscle and then puckered skin. This tenderness--she doesn't know what to do with it here. There's an impulse to return it, but that was to be a freedom she might explore in their world. A dangerous one whilst they were here with their captors hovering and watching.

So she touches his scars, lightly scraping her nails against his skin, toying with his flesh as one might a person's nipple. Never too hard, but still hard enough for him to feel it.

And as she touches him, she continues grinding against him. She loses track of their kisses until it's little more between them save warm pants and the wayward brush of lips on her end. ]

When we win the war, [ she murmurs between heated breaths, ] I want to ride you like this on the Iron Throne.

[He shivers at her touch, gasping the moment her fingers trailed over the large, gaping scars. It was a whisper, a promise of her attentions that was as delicate and soft as the moon's glow. His hands ran over her as well, following the lengths and curves of her body, smoothing away the suds that collected against her.

He smiles up at her between kisses, genuinely happy and warm. For the first time in his life, he wasn't alone. Even with Ygritte, there had been that sense, that distance. With Daenerys, he was here completely, joined with her physically and emotionally. He wifed her in this moment, choosing her above anyone else in their world or any other.

Her words gave him a sense of thrill, amazed that she was making these sorts of plans. Where they might make love in Westeros, where they could claim each other.]

So long as the swords don't cut me. [He gripped her hips tightly.] I'd want to take you first on your map table.

[ She likes his hands on her. It's like he's stroking a cat, and so much more. Each touch meant to turn her blood a little hotter, to consume her senses with lust until he's the only thing she registers. His hands roam her body and she arches into his touch as best she can while still maintaining their pace. ]

Not as if we'll be fucking like we did in the park. [ His fingers dig into her hips. She grinds down on him a little harder, causing the water to splash. ] You've seen it?

[ Another difference in memories. She supposes it makes sense, if she's allowed him to mine the dragonglass, why not allow him beyond the throne room? ]

[He could hear the water spill over onto the floor each time he thrust up into her. There would be a mess to clean up later, but at the moment, he was surrounded by heat, both by water and inside of her. The responses of her body warmed him further, making him feel as if he was wrapped in flames.]

No. [He hadn't been allowed to explore the throne room, not while she was planning a war there.] Ser Davos has been to Dragonstone before. [He won't mention Stannis and won't even think of him, not at this second.] He told me about the map, that it was carved by Aegon the Conqueror.

[He pressed another kiss to her neck, losing sense while moving inside her.]

What would you do?

[ She can picture him lifting her onto the table, shoving her skirts aside to fill her with his cock. Just like he does now. A strangled sound dies in the back of her throat--it would have to be fast. ]

Anyone could walk in on us, there.

[ Same with the throne. She leans forward, hooking an arm around his neck. The shift has their chests sliding together with each rock of their hips. It has her hair sticking to her back, distantly annoying because of its length. Her cheek smoothes against his as she leans close to lightly drag her teeth against his earlobe. ]

I like the image of you sitting at the table with your cock straining against your pants.

Take you on every kingdom.

[He grinned against her neck, digging his teeth into her skin. He wasn't an ambitious man, so conquering the kingdoms never occurred to him. But this was a different sort of conquering. Taking his queen on each section of the map, it was a thrilling picture, making him feel like the dragon kings he used to play as when he was a boy.]

Aye, but they would hear us before they walked in.

[A surge of adrenaline rushes through him, excited by that prospect. It shamed him once to be caught with Ygritte under the furs, but time and age changed him. He didn't care who knew that he was with Daenerys. It wasn't a secret and it was nothing he planned to hide.

He shivered at the feeling of her teeth. Her hips were flush against his, allowing him to stay buried in her as they rocked together, the feeling of her clit dragging against him was sensation enough.]

At your council meetings? You make it hard for me to concentrate on anything else.

I wonder if we can fuck hard enough to move the table. [ A beat. ] Don't mark my neck. That's not the right spot.

[ He knows which spot she wants his teeth on. To have that purpled bruise reappear with his claim.

Gods, but the wet slide of his teeth and tongue against her neck makes her moan, arching against him. There's so much she wants to do with him, so many ways they should take one another. She wants to feel him explode, overcome by his orgasm, spilling his seed into her.

Her inner muscles spasm around his cock. There won't ever be enough. This won't ever be enough. ]

Or a meal. If I was sitting next to you, I could rub you through your pants.

It's a giant beast, I heard. We'd have to be wild to move it. [But gods, he was willing to try, as many times as it took.

He grinned at the reproach, dipping his head to her breast where he let his tongue slide against her skin. The bitter taste of soap filled his mouth, but he was too far gone to care. Teeth worried at the bruise, lips covered it to suck until the coloring became brighter against her skin. He would bite her again, but for now he would play with what was already there.

She was addicting in so many ways, not simply the fucking but her spirit and drive. Each time he moved in her, it was like returning to a warm hearth after being trapped in a storm. Even at their fiercest, warm arms were enough to drive him into frenzy and the mere tickle of her hair could make him hard.

He wanted to spend his life losing himself in this woman, moving and driving until he could no longer come.]

Or standing in a room with others, I could slip my fingers under your skirts.

Don't think you can be? [ she taunts. ] It is giant.

She makes a noise when he bites her. It's not as sharp as other times, but the effect is still the same: it makes her inner muscles contract around his cock. It sends electricity all along her nerves, settling against her clit. It becomes liquid heat as she quickens her pace to chase after an impending orgasm.

How many fingers would you use? [ Her nails dig into his shoulders, unaware of the eight crescent marks she'll leave behind. She nearly curls around him as she rides him, cheek pressed to his temple. ] I need enough to fill me. I'd rather you lift me on the table and take me in front of them all.

I think we can. [He nuzzled her breast once more.] You bring out that side in me.

[The contraction of her walls threatens to push him over the edge. He's already trembling at the growing pressure in his lower belly, his cock twitching eagerly. The sweet sear of her nails against his skin only adds to the sensation, leaving him gasping as he continued to pump into her, hoping to have her finish before he did.

He bit harder, marking her again. That bruise would never disappear at this rate.]

All of them? [But the image is tantalizing and he's groaning against her skin.] I think it might be too much for Davos.

Just enough fingers to make you wet and then I'd claim you on the table.

[ Another bite. Harder than the last. It's what pushes her over the edge. That sharp pleasure-pain which shoves her up and over it, her orgasm crashing into her with a violence she hasn't felt in some time. She makes another sound, this one strangled. Desperate. Keening as her hips first speed up, and then she slows down to ride out the overwhelming cascade of completion.

Unconsciously, she drags her nails against his shoulders, leaving bright red streaks in her wake. And then she slows even further, until she settles against him, spent. ]

They'd all see your mark.

[Thank the gods she came when she did, he couldn't last much longer, already spilling over by the time her walls enclosed around him. He shuddered, groaning low in his chest, rumbling against the breast he still had in his teeth. His hips thrust up rapidly, spilling more and more water over the side of the tub until it reached the door to the bathroom.

He gripped her hips tightly, digging his fingers into her skin. There would be other bruises on both of them, more than the claim marks, but he was not about to complain. He hissed at the feel of her nails, finally letting go of her breath as he dove up to capture a kiss from her swollen lips.]

They don't need to see the mark to know you're mine.

[ A kiss she deepens, licking into his mouth as he spills his seed into her, filling her with a brief pulse of warmth as he rides out his orgasm. Oh gods, how does everything about him feel so good? Even his fingers digging into her hips heightens this. It makes her want to shove him onto his back in her bed and ride him until neither of them can move. ]

Is that so? [ She leans back enough to eye him. ] What makes you so sure they will?

[She was a conqueror in a way. It seemed no matter how often he spilled into her, she was always eager to take and claim more of him. Not that he was any better, as he always chased her lips for more and more kisses.]

They will look at us together and know.

They should look at us together and know we're unstoppable.

[ Seems a silly thing to argue over claims, despite his ringing somewhat closely to those things of her past. She tries not to let it add a sour note, especially since she's the one who made that comment about being claimed. ]

So now you've had a bath. And you seem to have survived the bubbles.

It's...different than I expected.

[More luxurious than what he was used to. A hot bath was sometimes more than he could ask for. This was almost like dressing in silks and satins, as if he were a southron prince.]

I wish I could say that your bathroom survived it as well.

It's only water.

[ He's still inside her; she wishes to keep it that way for as long as possible. ]

Though the whole point of it is to relax, not shove half the water out of the tub.

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