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I haven’t written fanfics in over 5 years. This is a new fandom I’m dabbling in and I feel it’s safe to start off with one-shots. Lengths of chapters will vary. They will start with a very short context guide and theme. If you have an idea for a one-shot or theme, let me know. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones nor do I own its affiliated material. I do not profit from this.
The Things You Say
Context: J and D are married.
Theme: Belonging
First came a sigh. It was slow, slightly exhausted. It peppered the skin on her back; its heat curved her lips in a small smile.
Then came his fingers. They were warm and rough – familiar. They stopped exploring when she turned to face him.
“You’re back,” she whispered, her mouth pressing his in a soft kiss. She could not taste any trace of wine or other alcohol, so she deduced he had come straight to their bedroom chambers after his long journey.
“Dany.” He kissed her deeply this time, drinking her in like water in the desert. “Did I wake you?”
Daenerys shook her head. “Hmm, but it’s okay.” She wanted to ask her King about Winterfell, his sister, and the political affairs that had arisen but that could wait till morning. At times, she felt guilty that she tied him to King’s Landing, away from his home, the North, but he made frequent trips that he seemed content about the situation. “You know I cannot sleep very well when my bed is cold, dear husband.” She pulled him down beside her and snuggled into him. Daenerys could always smell a bit of wolf on him, but it was not repulsive. Somehow it was like wolf and forest and the night’s cold air all rolled in one.
He smelled dragon and fire and the sun. Jon discovered soon after their wedding that her idea of unwinding down after a long day almost always involved sex. He preferred it this way over his Queen seeking a bottle of wine every night, so he wasn’t too surprised to find her still awake. Jon also discovered that she was a kind wife – after such a long journey she would not ask or seduce him into nightly pleasures until the next morning. He could rarely resist her charms.
Then she breathed out his name, “Jon.” Her smiled softened. “Welcome home.”
And she was what he needed. To find someone who wants you, who misses you, who needs you--someone that makes you feel you belong somewhere in the world.