37 Until the End of my Days

It was true, Daenerys had never seen a Northern wedding - never had stepped foot in the North until flying to save Jon… her husband. 'Mmm, my husband,' she thought with a smile as they sat side by side at the Lord's table. The chandeliers were packed to the brim with candles, bathing the normally shrouded room in an all-encompassing yellow light. Tables were packed with revelers and drunken guests, filling on the platters of food that the servants brought in. It was sparse compared to what Sansa had told her normally graced the great hall during summer months, but even in such scarcity everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Warm ale filling the mugs in front of them, Dany chuckled at how alcohol never seemed to run out at the feast.

"Enjoying yourself, your Grace?" Hot breath filled her ear, Daenerys closing her eyes and fighting back a purr. Her body filled with warmth nonetheless. "I do hope my bride is enjoying herself."

Jon quite enjoyed the look of suppressed ecstasy crossing over Daenerys. It wasn't noticeable to the layman, the Dragon Queen wearing the mask of a generically happy highborn woman, but Jon wasn't a layman. He knew every twitch in his wife's face. The subtle hitch in her breath, tightening of her chest, and faint red in her cheek all belied someone aroused. Something he was quite happy to see.

"I am, my King," the silver-haired woman replied, looking up at Jon. She smiled, leaning in to kiss his chin. She couldn't wait to take him to their chamber and consummate their hours-old marriage, but Dany really was enjoying the feast. A moment of peace and merriment before the coming storm.

Bannermen that could play an instrument had volunteered for their beloved king, mounted on a raised platform to play various tunes to entertain guests and allow for a lively dance scene. Many had taken to the floor in the middle of bouts of drinking and feasting. Arya and Gendry were having a boisterous, merry time twirling around, the former quite rusty and the latter sporting two left feet. Rickon, reserved and quiet for most of the night, had managed to muster up the courage to ask Lyanna Mormont to a single dance, and both overcame initial hesitance to have a fun time.

Off the dance floor, Sansa was immersed in conversation with Missandei while Greyworm occasionally joined in. Tyrion was where one would expect him, engaged in a drinking contest with Tormund and Wyman Manderly, Shae acting as referee. To little surprise on her part, her hand seemed to be ahead - especially after the redheaded wildling tossed his mug away and pulled Lady Brienne, who's back had been turned to him, into a kiss. That brought a fist into his face, knocking him down. Dany stifled a giggle as Tormund hauled himself up and poured another mug of ale for himself with a dopey grin.

Daenerys couldn't help but notice that Jon couldn't take his eyes - not the loving, tender look of her caring Jon but the hard, protective look of the King in the North - off his sister and her… lover. She shook her head, stifling a laugh at his behavior. "Jon." She placed a hand on his cheek, pulling him to look at her. "Stop trying to will Rhaegal to burn him alive."

"I'm not." Jon watched her give him a knowing look. "Not that far at least, but…" He looked back, seeing them be all handsy. "I don't like him touching her like that."

"She seems to be enjoying it." Joyous laughter written all over her face, Arya looked just like Daenerys did when sharing a moment alone with Jon.

"She's my baby sister."

"She's a grown woman." Staring her down, Dany smiled as Jon's gaze softened. "Don't fret, my love. You still have another Arya to be protective over."

The ragtag band finishing their tune, the various couples on the cleared dance floor split apart. Closest to the royal couple was Arya and her dancing partner, Gendry the smith. He bowed, and despite wearing her normal breeches she reluctantly curtseyed. Jon noticed Gendry's mouth moving - words lost over the cacophony in the hall - resulting in a punch to the shoulder from Arya. She was laughing however, so all was good.

"A toast!" Arya called out, hoisting a mug of ale into the air. "To the King and Queen!" Cheers rang through the hall as none turned down the opportunity to get drunker. Dany felt Jon pull her head to him to kiss her hair, modest as always in the face of recognition. The kiss felt warm and supremely comforting - much as the Dragon Queen wished for him to kiss elsewhere. "What time do we think the bedding ceremony will be!" Her eyes twinkled, teasing lilt in her voice as the drunk guests began laughing and whooping. Such was often the best part of the wedding.

"How about now?" Jon turned to Sansa, eyebrow raised. 'You too?' She smirked at him.

"Don't know how easy it would be 'ith a pecker like that!" Tying Tyrion for the drunkest person at the wedding, Tormund led his wildlings in a cheer.

Dany blushed, knowing exactly what that particular ritual entailed. While it would be fun to see Jon squirm, her lack of modesty gave way to Jon's own strong modest traits - plus it was Jon. He was special, and she wanted this night to be special. Sensing her reluctance along with his, Jon stood. "There will be no bedding ceremony tonight, Lady Stark." His sisters - and Tyrion - laughed while good-natured jeers rained down on him. "However, I shall retire with my wife after this next dance." He stood, hands out. "My Queen, may I have this dance?"

Blinking, she stared at him. 'Dance? Jon?' She didn't realize he wanted to. "Of course, my King." Why would she turn down such a public offer? Taking his hand, the two slowly walked onto the floor below, a crowd of guests clearing a circle for them. Positioned closely, Dany dropped her voice till only he could hear. "I didn't know you could dance, my love."

"They taught Robb, and Robb taught me," he replied, smiling softly at his bride. "I couldn't deny you one dance at our wedding."

"But I don't know northern dances." A sudden bout of shyness fell over her, not wanting to humiliate herself in front of the northern lords - her people.

Jon laughed merrily, leaning into her ear. "Just follow my lead, Dany. It'll be fine." He kissed her brow and motioned to the fiddler, who began the tune - a popular jaunty tune that started slow but picked up by the end. "I love you."

She gazed upon him with adoration. "I love you too."

The tune started up and Dany found herself guided around the floor by her dragonwolf. She fought back the squeak bubbling up in her mouth, nearly stumbling several times at the unfamiliar movements, only to be held up by Jon's strong arms that were so amazing wrapped around her... 'No, concentrate.' Willing herself, Daenerys focused her mind until she had a general knowledge of the steps - enough not to trip like a clumsy child. This was welcome, since it was then the dance began to pick up.

Both zoomed along the dance floor, boots barely making contact with the ground as Jon guided them to the fast pace of the tune. He could feel Dany's soft arms and trim waist flexing, muscles toned underneath from years of training and dragon riding. Her body was a furnace, fire made flesh searing anything that it came into contact with even through the thick dress - but so was Jon, his own fire meeting it in kind and ice cooling it down. Watching her breaths quicken, he dipped her, his own breath hitching as she leaned back and exposed her graceful neck. She bounced back into his arms, eyes bright with excitement. Twirling her, Jon misjudged the force of his jerk at the end. Instead of a graceful glide, Dany ended up still gracefully thudding directly into his chest as the song ended.

Applause roared from the onlookers, but Dany only had eyes for Jon. It may have been the dead of winter, but at this point the Dragon Queen could only feel heat radiating from her husband. 'Blood of the Dragon.' They were mere inches apart, quick breaths hot on each other's skin. Panting, hands pressed to his chest, Dany smiled and kissed him - a kiss returned with enthusiasm. Only good-natured jeering and a smart-ass comment from Arya brought them out of it, a blush forming on Daenerys' cheek.

Taking Dany's hand in his, Jon turned to wave to the crowd. "Alright, we are turning in for the night. Feel free to continue to enjoy yourselves." He spotted Tyrion refilling his cup, stumbling a bit and causing the wine to spill. This feast was not going to end soon.

"King in the North!" cheered some, and the chant grew as said King led his Queen out of the Great Hall.

The scuffing of their boots echoing through the empty halls, Daenerys couldn't bring herself to look up at her… husband walking alongside her. Not that she was regretting a single thing that had happened between them - the hand wrapped around his forearm sparked with electric delight, Dany's heart filling with warmth - but that if she looked, perhaps this was nothing but a dream. That she would wake back in Meereen, or worse, in Ilyro's house in Pentos where Jon Snow was a mere figment of her imagination. The thought brought dread into her.

"Is all alright, wife?" 'My wife.' Jon, stopping in the middle of the hall, felt deliriously happy - a feeling not often felt. Sensing his bride was feeling differently, he turned towards her and gently guided her head to look at him. "Dany."

Hearing him say her name, voice loaded with emotion and love… Dany bit her lower lip. "This is real, right?" She looked away, to the side. "Are we really here? Together?"

Hand guiding back her head to meet his, Jon cupped her cheek and softly kissed each of her closed eyelids. "Yes."

Eyes opening, gazing into his grey orbs, Dany finally smiled - widely and happily. "I love you, husband."

Leaning down to kiss her, Jon suddenly had a wicked thought. A small grin curled on his lips as they proceeded down the empty, torchlit hallway. "Did you know that the Free Folk have a special tradition?" Having rejected the bedding ceremony outright earlier in the week, perhaps this was the alcohol talking - or perhaps it was some part of him finally wanting to let go and have a little fun.

Daenerys looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "While it doesn't doubt me," she said suspiciously. Jon rarely smiled mischievously like that unless they were in the throes of passion. "I'm unaware of any Free Folk traditions."

"Well," Jon's grin was unchanged. "Once the warrior has emerged as the sole claimant, he 'steals' her to his chambers."

"I'm not surprised," she chuckled. "I could definitely see Tormund or his fellow warriors doing…" Clicking in her mind, Dany's eyes widened. "Jon, don't you…" But it was too late. Without more than a low grunt, the King in the North had grabbed his bride and pulled her over his shoulder. "JON!" she shrieked, interspersed with laughter. "Put me down this instant."

"No." He marched towards their chamber with a determined swagger.

His bride huffed, strung about his shoulder. "Your Queen commands it." Dany tried to sound regal, but it wasn't fooling anyone.

"Still no. By command of the King."

"The King is being silly," Dany shot back, trying hard to contain her smile. So long forced to accept the mantle of leadership despite their age, at this point they were simply a young couple on their wedding night. With what was facing them, such nights were priceless. Watching as they made it into their room, Dany squealed as Jon tossed her onto the plush bed. "Truly alone at last... my King."

Catching her saucy smile, where they were - and why they were here - suddenly became clear to Jon. They were married… and tonight was their wedding night. Drawing in a deep breath, his eyes settled on a flagon of fine arbor gold resting atop a table. The servants had gone all out, preparing a roaring fire, refreshments, and clean sheets for the royal couple tonight. Cold banished away, Jon filled two glasses and handed one to Dany. "Wine, wife?"

'Mmmmmm, wife.' The word brought joy to her. "Please." Sipping the fine liquid, she eyed Jon up and down, really studying him. "So handsome, my King." Cloak off, Daenerys could fully appreciate her new husband's fine form. Leather tunic - marked with both the Targaryen dragon and Stark direwolf much to her delight - stretched tightly over his muscles, rippling underneath. She had truly married the finest man in the world.

"See something you like, your Grace?" Catching the Dragon Queen's hungry gaze, desire welled up in him as well. Jon's breeches felt increasingly tight.

"Oh yes." Setting the half-empty glass on the bedside table, Dany stood and walked into Jon's chest. Without delay, she gently wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Her tongue swiped along his lips, seeking entrance that was gladly given. They dueled sensually, coaxing twin moans. Dany pulled back breathlessly. "Jon." She looked upon him as if seeing him for the first time. Hands trembling, fingers expertly moved to unhook the straps of his leather cuirass and woolen tunic. Seeing his bare skin come into view, her breath hitched.

Torso bare, Jon noticed the split-second flash of horror that crossed Dany's face whenever she laid eyes on his scars. "Daenerys…" he began, but was silenced by a finger to his lips. Closing the distance between them, he felt her soft lips press against the scar over his heart. He fought back the emotion threatening to surge forth. "I… I came back to you." Jon hissed her head, holding her.

Offering him a smile, Dany turned around, offering her back to her husband. "Undress me, husband."

Jon wanted to just rip the dress in two, immense lust and desire to take this gorgeous dragon in front of him returning like a stampeding mammoth, but he controlled himself. Even still, one or two of the laces nearly tore as he hurriedly exposed her bare back to him. A delicious gasp left her lips as Jon gently sucked on the pale skin on the back of her neck, licking down her exposed spine. "This dragon is mine," he whispered, yanking down the dress till it pooled at his wife's feet.

Suddenly bare to the world, Dany turned to meet his intense look - one of equal intensity burning in her violet eyes. "Yes." She unfastened his breeches and shoved them down, freeing the part of him she lusted for the most. "I am your dragon."

Neither knew who moved first, but their lips were slammed together in a tangle of teeth and tongues. Passion burned a hot dragonfire, Jon pushing Daenerys on the bed - himself atop her. A wolf growl on his part found her arms pinned above her. "You are so beautiful." Jon savaged the milky skin of her neck, sucking hard at her pulse.

"Fuck, Jon. Yes." She wriggled under his grasp, wanting to be free to touch him all over. "I need you in me… Gods!" The electric sensations shot to her core as Jon latched onto a nipple, working the peak raw before switching to the other. 'How is this man such an amazing lover?' Every night felt like the first time with him. "Please…" Her pleas were silenced by his mouth, tongue seeking out hers in a raw, hungry kiss. Hands free as he moved to hold himself over her, Dany wrapped them around his shoulders and inwardly smirked deviously.

Before Jon knew it the positions were reversed. He rested on his back, Dany's delicious form straddling his hips - pinning him to the bed. "Dany…" He would have had some witty retort had her glorious beauty not effectively rendered him mute.

"You didn't listen to me, my King." The last two words dripped seductively from her mouth, Dany grinning at how they made Jon groan in delight. She leaned down till her mouth was hot in his ear. "Time to ride my dragon." Her tongue darted out to lick his shell just as her hand guided his cock to her entrance. Much as she wanted to tease him till he was a squirming mess, Gods, Daenerys needed him so badly.

"Fuck," Jon gasped as Dany impaled herself on him. He loved that moment when they first joined - now as man and wife. Her warmth was a tight vise on his length, and the expressions on her face almost made him climax. Dany's eyes were closed tightly, the Dragon Queen biting her lower lip as she tried to control her scream at how deliciously snug she felt. "You're so tight, Dany."

Heat passed through her like a wave. "Only for you, my King." Opening her eyes to meet his, Dany began rocking up and down on his cock. Moans and purrs tumbled from her lips as his delicious length went in and out of her, hitting spots inside that she didn't even know existed. "Seven. Hells." She gritted her teeth at the intense pleasure.

Jon reached up to cup her breasts, loving the mewls that left his wife as he kneaded them. The wet slaps of skin on skin, mutual moans, and the creaking of the bed soon filled the Lord's chamber, newlyweds lost in the love of each other's bodies. What felt like hours, more realistically several minutes or so, had passed and Jon could feel him approaching the edge. Before he hurtled over it, he was damned if he didn't bring Dany along with him. Angling his hips, Jon pistoned upward. Dany's eyes widened, clasping her mouth as she screamed into her hand. 'This will not do.' Jon hit upward into his wife harder. "Scream for me Dany. Roar like a dragon."

Unable to hold herself back, Dany screamed for the entire world. "Joooonnnnnn!" The roar reverberated through the room, and undoubtedly could be heard through the castle. Her climax pounded within her, inner walls undulating around Jon's length. Dany felt him erupt inside her with a gasp, only triggering further waves of pure pleasure from her. Feeling him thrusting up in a doubled pace to prolong their climax, finally Dany collapsed upon her husband in a boneless heap. She purred contentedly, snuggling into his chest as her silver hair fanned over his thick muscles. A lazy smile stretched out on her face when he kissed the crown of her head, arms wrapped around her tightly. "Mmmmmmm." Minutes passed before she had the strength to lean up to look at him.

Staring into each other's eyes, Jon reached up to cup her cheek. Running his thumb along the soft cheek, Dany smiled and leaned down for another kiss - no words were needed to convey how they felt.

The kiss deepened, passion returning. Now it was Dany that found herself flipped onto her back. "Hus-bannnnd?" She moaned mid-word, feeling his length harden inside her.

Jon's grin was quite wolfish above her, but his voice was a veritable dragon's roar. Forcing a gush of wetness to flood her core. "My turn now, wife." And he lunged forth into their shared bliss.

Morning brought a wonderful feeling to the King in the North. Shaking off the sandbags holding down his lids, he was met with two sparkling orbs of pure amethyst. "It's not polite to stare, your Grace."

Dany cocked her head at him, smiling. "I am the rightful Empress. I have the divine right to stare and appreciate my husband all I want."

'The Dragon Queen is so sexy.' Grinning back, Jon eased her on her back, moving to lick and kiss her long, creamy neck. "By that logic, an Emperor may ravish his new bride."

Giggling at the feel of his beard and whiskers tickling her skin, it changed to a moan as Jon began lavishing her nipples with attention. She loved his dragonwolf desire to plunder her body, marking her over - plenty such reminders marred her skin from the night before - but Daenerys equally loved when he worshipped her body. "Get inside me, now," Dany moaned. She burned hot between her legs and needed his length.

Husky chuckles left Jon's throat. That look returned, the mischievous glint in his grey eyes. "Be patient, my Queen. I need to bend the knee for you." Smirking at her confused look, he began kissing down her pale body to his favorite place.

As he sucked the skin of her stomach, Dany understood and weaved her fingers in his mop of curls. "Please. Please, Jon." She forcefully urged him down to where she needed him. 'I love his tongue on me.' Jon sought to pleasure her, getting pleasure from seeing that she shattered into bliss. 'I love him so much. I love this man so much.' Feeling his hot breath against her core, a whimper left her as he did nothing but nuzzle her inner thighs. "Stop teasing me."

Jon blew on her sopping core, making his dragon squirm. "As you wish, your Grace." With that, he placed her legs atop his shoulders and dove in.

"Ahhhh." Daenerys gasped, tightening her hold on his hair as pleasure coursed through her. "Gods, my love, don't stop." His tongue felt amazing, swiping through her copious wetness and coaxing more out of her. "Don't ever stop." Such skill poured out as he pressed his tongue deep within her, lapping at her inner walls and making her bite the inside of her mouth to hold in the screams. This man was so amazing, such an amazing lover. All hers. "You're mine, husband. Mine!"

"All yours," Jon whispered, plunging back into her sweet warmth. Her body was trembling all over and he saw the signs. "Don't hold back. Let go, my dragon." Licking up her slit, Jon started lashing his wet muscle against his wife's little nub.

Mouth open in a silent scream, stars danced before her as Dany shattered into pure pleasure. Soaking Jon's mouth with her juices, the Dragon Queen only felt her burning need stoke higher. Growling, she urged him up till they were eye to eye. "Inside me. Now." Her legs wrapped around him and hips pressed against his length. "Now, Jon."

Achingly hard, bordering on pain, Jon instinctively slid till he was sheathed by her warmth. "Oh fuck, Dany." He began pumping in and out. "You feel so good."

"Yes. Yes. Yes." Eyes boring into one another, Dany watched the stormy tempest in his grey irises. She met his thrusts, finding a passionate rhythm with the man atop her. Her husband. Her soulmate. A climax - as intense as all the others - found itself building.

Jon knew as soon as he entered her that he wasn't going to last long. Gritting his teeth, he picked up the pace. "My Queen. My wife. My dragon. Mine. Mine!" The words tumbled from him in a growling roar - a dragonwolf. "Say it." He slammed harder into her, gasping as he spilled his seed.

"I'm yours! Oh fuck, Jon!" The sensation of him climaxing inside her triggered her release, and soon both of them were limp against each other, panting. Dany, languid and happy, started pressing soft kisses on his neck and shoulder. This was so perfect. 'I'm going to get used to this.'

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A long hiss left the Dragon Queen, someone daring to interrupt her private time with her King. Dany refused to let go of Jon's embrace. "Get the fuck away before I feed you to my dragons!" she roared, causing Jon to chuckle. Dragonfire Daenerys was quite amusing to him - and quite sexy.

"Your Graces…" It was Missandei, voice wavering but audible through the door. "The Lannister Army is attacking Riverrun."

Any hope of continuing the sensual morning was lost. Jon and Dany quickly transformed into King and Queen, the King quickly throwing on his breeches and heading to the door. The sudden and abrupt way he yanked it open caused Missandei to involuntarily flinch. "Give me the report." Jon's tone left no room for argument.

Eyes widening at the scars littering the King's chest - the translator having never seen them before, Jon always at least having a tunic on when they encountered each other in the mornings - Missandei nevertheless handed him the scroll, entering the chambers to attend to the Queen.

Jon, much as he did enjoy such sights, was engrossed in the report. Pacing back and forth, his jaw was set in a determined scowl, eyes shifting from confused to resolved to pure rage. "Seven Hells. Nearly forty thousand Lannister forces laying siege to Riverrun! The Blackfish holed up inside with five hundred men - they can storm the fucking castle if they want to!" Dress being laced up, Dany was shocked at the level of fury erupting from his eyes. The dragon had awoken. "Seven fucking hells!" If Riverrun fell then the land connection to the Vale was in danger of being severed. Jon slammed his hand onto one of the tables, the resulting slam echoing through the room.

Quickly crossing the distance, Dany cupped his cheek. "Calm yourself, my love," she whispered, following with a soft kiss. Afterwards he still seethed, but wasn't on the precipice of erupting anymore. Ghosting her hand comfortingly across his chest, Dany took the nearly crumpled parchment from his hand. Reading it, now it was her turn to anger. "The Kingslayer." Jaime Lannister. Daenerys may have known about her father. May have agreed that he needed to be put down like a mad dog, but this was an affront. As if Joffrey was personally taunting her. "Where is Robb with the main army?" she asked Jon, voice hard.

"At the Twins. Missandei," Jon barked, catching the attention of the translator. Both looked the epitome of a warrior King and Queen. "Have a raven sent there and to Moat Cailin. Quick march to Fairmarket."

"And have the dragons readied. We're flying tonight." Daenerys met her husband's eyes. No observations needed to be made verbal. At least they had one night of bliss, one night to forget the hell around them before they had to journey into the freezing winds and scorching fires. Without words, Jon pulled his wife into a fierce hug - one of powerful promise. Whatever hell they would enter, they would emerge victorious.