6 One Night

Elbowing his way through the crowd of dirty, swearing smallfolk, Jon kept one hand on his moneypurse and the other on his sword. Pickpockets and criminals abounded in the Pentos marketplace, especially on market day itself. 'Plenty of ignorant, rich fools not paying attention to their riches.' No son of Eddard Stark would ever be so foolish.

Though he stood out from the drab yellows and browns by the dark grey leather of the north, no one paid him any heed. Everyone seemed to be going about their own business. Such suited him fine. Jon had business here too, unrelated to that of his father - the massive grain ships in the harbor filled to the brim for Karhold loomed large in the background. It was personal in nature. He was looking for the perfect… wedding gift for Dany.

Bile rose in his throat and his heart clenched at the thought. 'Dany…' It had been nearly impossible for Jon to abide by their pact - had it only been two weeks since they had done so? Every moment with her, every bit of levity and happiness only stoked the desire for more in his heart. Oh how he wished that it was he that she prepared to wed. He that was being gifted such a beauty, the most breathtaking, amazing girl in the known world.

'Any man would fall in love with her in an instant… but I cannot afford to.' Jon wished he could be allowed to love Daenerys Targaryen, but she belonged to someone else. Was a highborn Valyrian while he was simply a northern bastard. No matter how good he could ever be, simply being that made him unworthy of her. 'Even if she does feel the same way.'

No, all honor and practical consideration proved to him that she would never be his. After his father informed him that they would be leaving once the wedding concluded - Jon still remembering Illyrio extending the invitation, "Have you ever been to a Dothraki wedding?" - he owed it to his own honor to find Dany the perfect gift. Something to always remember him by.

Something unique, as she was to him.

Trying to keep focused on the objective, her violet orbs flashed in his mind. The ones that haunted his dreams even now, before he had to let her go. Though no Weirwood tree stood south of the Vale, Jon remembered how he beseeched every old god that could hear his prayer. "Please, let us be together. I will give you anything, even my life, to be with her." A moment of weakness, one he was not proud of, but even now he felt that she was worth it.

Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. 'Dany.'

Steeling himself, he kept walking.

"Be patient Khaleesi," Doreah smiled wanly, trying to put her at ease. "This will be over soon."

Nodding, Daenerys nevertheless felt all her blood rush to her cheeks, flushing them with color. For a girl cloistered all her life - not from the existence of sex but certainly the nature of the act itself - one couldn't help but be just a tiny bit mortified. 'That all the lessons put images of one handsome northman into my head doesn't help matters.' That her first night of sex lessons only two days before her wedding happened right after a whole midday and afternoon with the handsome, kind Jon Snow didn't help such matters.

A chuckle left the lips of her new handmaiden - the slave purchased by her brother. "Pay attention." A gentle hand coaxed the embarrassed Dany to look at her. "It's the eyes, Khaleesi. Always keep your eyes on your beloved." Grinning sultrily, Doreah rolled her hips around Dany's, miming the sex act for her new lady. "Love comes in at the eyes."

"Does it?" Remembering a pair of grey orbs, boring into her soul, Dany began to appreciate the words. 'Perhaps she is right.'

"Oh yes. Irogenia or Lys was said to have finished a man by simply looking them in the eye."

Dany raised an eyebrow. "Finish a man?" Watching Doreah smirk, realization dawned on her face - along with yet another blush. "Oh." Thinking of Jon doing just that made her blush even more crimson. "I don't think J… Drogo would like me being on top."

"Dothraki take slaves like a hound takes a bitch, Khaleesi. A man desires something that they never had, and it is the wife's job to please him so greatly with those skills that he never strays." She mimes riding her, showing her the proper way to ride a man when Doreah suddenly stops. "Wait, you almost said another name, not your intended's." Her eyes flashed interest. "Hmmm, so there is someone else that you lust for? And yet your skill is that of a prudish Westerosi spinster." She giggled at Dany's half-glare. "If you made love before, then you wouldn't be this inexperienced Khaleesi - so I'd take it that he is one that takes what he wants as well?"

"What… no…" By now, Dany felt she'd be beet red - as if covered in dust from the Red Waste. "I've never done… that."

"No? Such a shame for your preferred lover. You are a rare beauty, Daenerys of House Targaryen." Carefully stepping off her, Doreah readjusted her skirt "It is too bad Khaleesi, that you have not had a lover before. That would make this far easier, both in teaching you and for when you marry the Khal."

"What do you mean?" Now Dany was puzzled. Much as she would have enjoyed laying with a particular man, both her honor and need to preserve her maidenhead prevented it - for the good of House Targaryen, to provide Viserys with his army. "I cannot lay with a man. My husband must be my first."

Pouring a cup of Dornish red wine from the corner table, Doreah let out a merry stream of laughter. "Who told you that? If it was your brother, then he is quite misinformed. The rightful King, but ignorant of the persons he wishes to fight for him."

Dany blinked. "The Khal wouldn't value his bride's maidenhead? I don't want to jeopardize my brother's army."

"Don't worry, Khaleesi. The Dothraki depend on large numbers to conduct their raids. They care not about chastity - though I wouldn't advise you to cheat on your Khal, simply because you are the Khaleesi. Fertility is what is important to them." Gingerly, she sat on the bed next to Daenerys. "As long as you can give the Khal plenty of strong sons and beautiful daughters, he will not care how many past lovers you had." Doreah winked at her, choosing that moment to step outside. 'The Princess has a lot to think about,' she couldn't help but think, a wry smirk on her lips.

Simply lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling, Dany's mind was racing a mile a minute. 'Is it true, what she said?' If it was, then... Scrambling out of bed, she quickly snatched up the thick book resting on a shelf in the far corner of the room. One that she borrowed from Illyrio's library, titled Understanding the Dothraki Horde. Eager to learn, Dany had read about halfway through but now leafed through to the final section - where the information was bound to be…

Wide eyed, Dany felt her knees buckle. Collapsing onto bed, the words were burned in her mind. 'It is true. Jon and I could…'

She quickly composed herself. 'I am blood of the dragon.' If any person was capable of decisive action, it was Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Standing, she made her way out of the room. She knew what she wanted and would obtain it no matter what.

Unable to sleep, Jon rolled over onto his back for the fifth time in thirty minutes. He wished he could drift into slumber, but his mind raced with images of the goddess sleeping somewhere else in the mansion. In a few days, she'd marry the Dothraki Khal and he and his father would set sail for Westeros, never to set eyes on Daenerys Targaryen ever again. Oh how he wished he could just toss her over his shoulder and take her back to Winterfell, but that wasn't possible. "A bastard doesn't get to have the beautiful woman," Jon mused. They never married highborn ladies, never got to have love in the end. Most died alone, which was why the Night's Watch was so appealing.

Hearing a soft knock on the door, Jon was glad for there to be something to distract from his insomnia. Given this had happened before, he half expected it to be Dany… What he never would have prepared for was what was to come. "Jon," she announced, silver hair flowing behind her as she breezed in. "I need to speak with you."

"Can't sleep either, Dany?" he asked, chuckling. It was then apparent to him that she wasn't in the mood for jokes.

Without warning, she pulled Jon into her arms and kissed him - deeply. "Make love to me, Jon." His eyes widened, the grey eyes that she loved so very much. "Please."

For several moments, nothing came out of him. "Da… Daenerys. I… we can't." Images of the Dothraki impaling him through the back came to mind. "You should go."

"No." She gripped his arm, holding tight. "The Dothraki don't care. All they want is for their women to bear them children." Pain filled her soul - Daenerys didn't want to bear the Khal's children, only someone else's. 'My wolf's.' She didn't say that out loud. "They are not like those in Westeros."

If this was true, Jon would be stupid not to take her up on that offer. There was nothing he would rather do more, but hesitate he did. "Dany, you deserve more than a bastard."

"Please Jon. I don't want my first time to be like this. I want it with someone I know that cares about me. With someone I…" Daenerys closed her eyes, tears poking out from underneath the creamy lids. "With someone that I love." There, it was said. She loved Jon Snow - loved him more than anything. In less than a month he had stolen her heart… no, she had given him her heart willingly. How could she have not?

Mouth agape, knees trembling, Jon had to brace himself against the wall. 'She loves me. Loves me.' The radiant Daenerys Stormborn, Dragon Princess, loved a northern bastard. He had run from female affections all his life, convincing himself - not altogether without evidence - that no woman would ever want the Bastard of Winterfell.

"I can't sire yet another bastard named Snow." But with Dany… a warmth spread to his body. Jon saw the fear and sadness from her face melt away, her eyes staring at him intently. A smile tugged on his lips. Who was he to deny the truth? Stronger men couldn't have resisted her, and at this moment Jon couldn't. "I… I love you too."

Whatever emotions Daenerys wore before melted in the brilliant grin that stretched nearly from ear to ear. The future didn't matter - all that did was that Jon was here, and he returned her feelings. He loved her, and she loved him. Crossing the small distance between them, Dany crashed their mouths together. Her lips opened, his tongue plunging between hers as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her as close as possible. She complied, wanting to be flush against him, feel his hard body on hers.

The small yip that left the enchanting Daenerys Stormborn's throat as they collapsed on the bed made Jon smile against her lips, his strength ensuring they never had to break their hungry kiss. They had kissed before, sometimes passionately, but never like this. Never gone this far. 'I couldn't have kept my hands off her if I knew.' No woman could compare to Dany. Hands roaming over the lithe curves and supple breasts barely concealed by her flimsy nightgown, every moan coaxed from Dany at a new spot discovered was sent right to Jon's member, now as hard as Valyrian steel.

Nimble fingers enclosed around the fabric of his tunic, nearly ripping it to get it off. Seeing Jon's bare torso exposed to her, Dany latched her lips to his neck, loving how strong and warm it felt to her tongue. Loving the grunts that he made because of her. "Dany," she heard him whisper, making her heart hitch with love. Leaning up slightly, Daenerys closed her eyes and lowered the straps of her nightgown. She had a good opinion of her body - at least from what Viserys and Doreah had told her of it - but in front of Jon she was shy and nervous. 'I want to please him.' Opening them after several seconds passed, a shiver of pleasure warmed her core at the pure lust in his dark grey eyes.

"You're beautiful," Jon managed to ground out, staring at the milky globes that Daenerys had exposed for him. Seeing her shy blush, he grabbed her hands in his, kissing them. "You are, Dany." She seemed to melt at that, thrusting out her chest.

If she was to live her life as her brother's pawn, Dany would have this pleasure first. Enjoy the man she truly loved before it was too late. "Make love to me, Jon."

Jon was eager to comply. "As you wish, my Lady."

Gasping, Dany fought to keep her eyes open as her wolf latched to one breast. Her hands grasped his head, holding him there. "Please, don't stop." Licking, nipping, and sucking, Jon's hot mouth brought her so much pleasure - more than she had ever thought possible. His stubble tickled her skin. The grip on his wavy hair tightened. "Gods, you are wonderful!" How he did it, made her close to shattering with barely any touches, was dizzying and amazing at the same time.

Breast red and slick from his attention, Jon released it and attacked the other, earning yet another round of those delicious moans and whimpers that he now adored. Straining against his now tight trousers, he quickly began to shove it down his legs. The nipple left his mouth with a pop. Soon her thin shift joined the trousers on the floor, both of them completely bare. Unlike back home, Jon didn't need a crackling fire to keep comfortable in this state.

Unsure and dejected at Jon abandoning her breasts, Dany opened her eyes only to have them immediately widen. There he was, nude. She had seen nude men before, but never in this light. Never one so… perfect. Rippling muscles, taut stomach, length thick and long as it poked into her stomach. Daenerys gulped, reaching down to touch it. A hiss escaped Jon's lips when she closed her fingers around it. She found she liked that noise very much. "Enjoying this, Jon Snow?" Dany said with a small smile.

"Aye." He was so hard it was painful. "I could explode at any minute, Dany."

The thought was sobering, bringing out the gravity of what they were about to do. 'I don't care.' Daenerys wanted this boy to be her first. To always have this memory of when she was truly happy. "I love you, Jon."

"Love you too," he replied, replacing her hand and guiding his length to her entrance - it was how Theon always described how to do the act, though this moment was nothing like his tawdry stories. Loving, not debased. With the perfect woman beneath him. The woman he loved. "There's no going back from this."

"I know. Please don't make me wait." On instinct, she locked her legs around his waist, leaving Jon no recourse but to slide inside her.

The feeling was like no other. Hot and wet walls sheathed him, soaking his length and drawing him further inside. All the stories Robb and Theon told him made sense to Jon now, though he doubted anything they experienced could compare to Dany. The heat was intense, dragonfire, though perfect to him. "Dany." His Dany, at least for now. Reveling in the feelings, a soft whimper of pain drew his eyes to hers. "Should I stop?" he asked with concern, seeing her discomfort.

Dany shook her head almost violently, cupping his cheek. "No, do not stop. I'll be fine." She kissed him and all his tension melted. Slowly, he began to rock inside her. Daenerys let out a scream inside his mouth. The kiss never broke, the princess using it to ground herself in reality. It felt like nothing she could have ever experienced. A delicious fullness, satisfying an empty, carnal longing deep within her body and soul. "Jon. Jon. Jon," she purred into his mouth, tightening her legs to spur him on. Something was building inside her, something that would soon burst with the force of a thousand dragons.

Increasing the force and speed of his thrusts, Jon gritted his teeth as he watched Dany's eyes roll in the back of her head. Whatever pain was evidently gone, replaced with pleasure. If she felt even a fraction of the pleasure he was feeling… Walls contracting like a vice around him, Jon felt it happen. The breaking point before his release. "Dany!"

The sensation of his seed coating her walls did it for her. The dam broke. "Jon!" Daenerys shattered around him, stars and flame in her vision as the rippling climax coursed through her entire body. She felt him collapse on her, his welcome weight pressing down on her body as the final shockwaves left her system - leaving nothing but spellbinding bliss.

Feeling his heart beating out of his chest, Jon rolled off Daenerys' body and onto his back. A smile crossed his face as the lithe form of his lover immediately turned as well and snuggled against him. Silver hair spilled out on his chest, soft lips placing a kiss right on his heart. "Mmmmm, I love your heartbeat."

"I'm glad," he replied, stroking her shoulder. "Why is it that it always goes like this?"

Dany looked up at him. A slender hand reached up to play with one of his raven curls. "What do you mean, Jon Snow?" The soft glow of the moon highlighted her violet eyes, making her even more regal than before.

Leaning forward, abdominal muscles strained for a slight moment as he pecked her lips. "Our relationship, all the important moments began with you approaching me, mostly while I'm in my room."

Blinking, Dany's jaw dropped for a moment before a delightful giggling left her lips. "You may be right." She rested her head on his chest and nuzzled it lovingly. "Whatever happened, it worked."

"Aye, it did." Jon wrapped his arms tightly around Dany, loving the pleasant warmth radiating off her porcelain skin. 'The benefits of sleeping with a dragon,' he thought happily, closing his eyes with a pleased sigh.

"What are these benefits you speak of?" His eyes opened and found the object of his joy lying atop him. She sported a quizzical look on her face, as if daring him to answer the question.

Surprised, Jon, gulped. "Did I say that out loud?"

Much as she tried to remain dour, Dany couldn't help the smirk on her face. 'It would be impossible to be dignified when alone with this man.' He made her want to act like a love-struck maiden - which in this case, she was. "Yes you did, Jon Snow, so you have to answer your Princess."

Grey eyes found themselves rolled. "Your warmth. I could very well use you on cold, winter nights in the north."

"So I'm just a mobile brazier to you?"

"More or less," Jon teased, causing her to smack him on the chest.

"Shut up." It felt nice, being able to be herself. Daenerys loved this man, feeling privileged to see him crawl out of his brooding shell. Jon Snow was far more than the Bastard of Winterfell, the amazing, honorable man that so enraptured her kept hidden due to the anger of the outside world. Her blood boiled. 'If only I could march to Winterfell and make sure they all knew how wonderful this man is…' If only she could march. 'I can't.' She couldn't. In two days would likely never see this man again. Thoughts spewing forth from where their passion had forced them into, out of sight, tears welled in Dany's eyes - spilling onto her lover's chest.

Jon felt the superheated droplets on his skin. "Hey, what's wrong, sweetling?"

A contented warmth spread through Daenerys at the pet name, heart swelling with love. 'We may have only known each other for mere weeks, but this is real.' She snuggled closer to him. "I love this. The first time I've felt at peace in years."

Smiling, Jon ran his hands through her shimmering locks. "If only my siblings were in the same house as us, then it would be complete for me."

"Even Sansa?" Dany remembered Jon telling her how she was always cold to him.

"Aye. I still love her, Dany. She's my blood."

Dany placed a kiss on his chest. "You're a good brother, Jon. Loving and loyal to a fault." A resigned breath left her lips. "Viserys was once like that, kind and sweet. When we lived in Braavos, in a house with a red door, he would often tell me stories at night about our house. The history of old Valyria."

"That doesn't sound like him now," Jon couldn't help but observe.

"King Robert's agents killed our protector, and we were forced to flee with nothing but the clothes on our backs to save ourselves. Everyone used to call him the Beggar King. It… changed him." She shimmied up the bed, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "Now, he's cold and power-mad - like your father said about mine." Fresh tears trickled from her eyes. "And I am not his sister, but a pawn in his quest for the throne. I don't want to be a pawn."

Close to tears himself, Jon held her tighter, kissing her cheek. "All my life, I wished to be my father's trueborn son as Robb is. Growing up, I knew that was impossible, and dreamed of joining the Night's Watch, where I'd be accepted." As his uncle said, there were many bastards there, and all were brothers in the black. "Now, I would rather just be with you."

The sobs escaped, Dany unable to control herself anymore. "I want the same, my sweet wolf." She kissed him, deeply. "I want to run away with you, beyond the Red Wastes to places unknown, where we can be together. But, but, but…" It hurt to continue, so she instead kissed him again.

A hand rested on his heart, pressing not a soft warmth but the pure heat of dragonfire into him. Unlike how one would expect, it felt welcome to Jon… more calming than anything before. "Dany…"

"I love you Jon Snow," she ground out, sobbing. Daenerys pressed her lips against his hungrily. Passionately. Desperately. "No matter where you are, be it in Winterfell, the Wall, or the frozen wastes far to the north, know that I love you."

Hi squeezed her tightly, rolling her around and pressing his skin flush against hers. He would not cry, fighting the tears threatening to fall. But when Jon spoke, the emotion hoarse in his voice was unmistakeable. "Daenerys." All her kisses were returned, their tongues clashing. "I love you too. No matter where we are, I always will." Fresh tears escaping her, Dany simply melted into their ardor.

Nothing mattered to the two lovers in that moment, just each other. Enjoying every newfound act of sexual intimacy. Celebrating a love that almost never happened, and honoring one that likely could never continue. Two lost souls that found each other.

Fire and Ice.