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“No, he doesn’t want anything. I begged him to tell me what he wanted, but he refused.” Dany said as Missandei playfully rolled her eyes and placed the beautiful handmade leather wallet back on the table.
“Well, what did he say when you asked?” Missy wondered, amber eyes glinting with mirth at Dany’s pout.
“He said, and I quote, if I can’t have you, I don’t want anything.”
Missy’s smile turned ophidian as Dany braced herself for whatever mad idea was about to leave her mouth.
“And why can’t you give him exactly what he wants? You have the money and the time off. Plus, he gave you a key the last time you were there. It’s perfect. It’s him that has to work the next day. You could be his… stress relief.”
Dany considered it. Her friend’s sparkling gaze and waggling brows made her want to giggle like a child, but a frisson of excitement spread through her. They’d only seen each other two weeks before, but there were two weeks before Christmas, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized how perfect it would be.
“I can’t show up empty-handed. I need to take something for Ghost, at least. He’ll give me away otherwise.” She said, panic flaring again as Jon Snow was impossible to buy for. The man didn’t care about receiving gifts; they’d played this song and dance before, and while she had pleaded for him to give her something to work with, he didn’t budge. While she could usually provide a list a mile long, he was happy with a cookie and a blowjob.
“Let’s head to Madam Melisandre’s! She’ll have something you can wear for him to unwrap you!” Missy exclaimed, grabbing Dany’s hand and hauling her out of the men’s clothing store, sprinting toward the boutique as Dany struggled to keep pace with her friend.
“Missy! Slow down. Why lingerie?” Dany said, gasping as her friend tempered her pace for her shorter legs to keep up. She knew Jon didn’t care what she wore and preferred her naked.
“Why not? It’s a gift, isn’t it? We’ll get Ghost one of those doggie cupcakes or something. Get your credit card ready.”
Dany knew there was no point arguing; Missy would do as she wanted, and Dany was secretly delighted she wouldn’t have to wait until New Year to see Jon again. The scarlet-fronted lingerie store soon assaulted their eyes, and Missy pulled her through the gauzy maroon curtains in the open doorway. Thanks to all the scented candles lining the room, a spicy vanilla and musk scent lingered in the air. Silk, satin, organza, and lace in every color, design, and pattern one could ever need to lay before them like a cave of sinful treasure. Shades of red and black painted the walls and flooring. It wasn’t long before she was shoved inside a changing cubicle being measured by an assistant before a montage of scandalous lingerie took place.
“I don’t like that. It’s too floofy,” Missy said as Dany spun around in a frothy feathered confection that itched and tickled in all the wrong places.
“Yeah, I feel like they killed too many fraggles so this could exist,” she laughed, hurrying back into the changing room as Missy flung something black and lacy over the door.
“Try that. He likes you in black.”
“He also likes me naked, Missy. He’s easily pleased.”
Jon liked her in black, especially if it was one of his old shirts. By the time she tied the flimsy underwear on and called Missandei in for her opinion, not wanting to give the entire store a show as she was essentially naked and the owner, Mel, stared a little too long. When Missy deemed it perfect, Dany shooed her away to change out of it and hurried to pay once she redressed. Both women left the store like someone was chasing them as they went to find something for Ghost before heading back to Dany’s to plan her journey North.
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The last of the watery winter daylight gave way to night, and Dany let herself inside Jon’s house, laden with bags and dog treats. Ghost was on her before she could cross the threshold. She tottered back as his paws landed on her shoulders, and he eagerly licked at her face, making her giggle and turn her face to the side to avoid a tongue in her eye. Snow fell thick and fast, silencing the frozen land and filling in her footprints. The towering forest behind his home stretched toward the heavily veiled sky, weak light streaking through the pines in both brilliant and shadowy beams. A fuzzy coat of fresh snow shimmered and coated every needle. It almost looked magical and serene, even as a chill snaked down her spine. She wasn’t made for winter but would be warm soon enough. She got herself, her bags, and Ghost inside after promising him unlimited head pats and tossing the treat she’d stuffed in her pockets into the house so she could lock the door behind her.
Checking her phone, she smiled at Jon’s last message and typed a brief reply, lying through her teeth. The qualm of guilt at her dishonesty soon frittered away as she shucked off her coat and toed off her boots, and heady anticipation awakened now she had arrived.
Jon: I tried to get time off to come down in time for Christmas, but we’ll have to wait until New Year. Sorry, Dany, I hate it, too.
Dany: I know, love. It’s not far away, and I’ll see you for two weeks then. Text me when you get home.
She only had an hour before he was due home, and once she stowed away her bags, she raced to his en suite bathroom to prepare. She took a quick peek into the living room on her way there, and her heart sank. He hadn’t even bothered putting any decorations up, no tree or stockings, and she felt terribly sorry for lying to him and making him believe he would have to endure a Christmas without her. She quickly freshened up in the bathroom, getting the dust of traveling off her, and changed into her lingerie. Her new satin robe offered little in the way of warmth as she wrapped it around her scantily clad frame and left the bathroom on stockinged feet, tying the sash in a loose knot at her waist.
Ghost’s tail thumped off the floor as he caught sight of her, lumbering to his paws to approach her for some of those head pats she promised, and she gladly handed them out, burying her hand in his fur as they padded through to the cozy living room to wait. She had only just sat down when his car pulled up. A sparkle of fireflies took flight low in her belly as the front door opened, and Ghost bounded to greet his master. Familiar giddiness unfurled in her chest as her pulse sped up. Jon’s low baritone rumbled through the house, urging his furry friend to let him inside before Christmas. Perched on his couch, heart kicking so loudly she feared it would give her away, she flicked her hair over her shoulders and held her breath as Jon appeared in the living room doorway, blinking at her like he thought he was hallucinating.
“If I’m dreamin’, don’t wake me up, Ghost.” He said to the overgrown pup as he curled up at Dany’s feet, muzzle open in what looked suspiciously like a smile as Dany grinned at Jon.
She uncoiled to her feet, satin shifting and slipping against her skin as she invaded his space and slid her arms around his waist. He immediately loosed a long sigh and dragged her nearer in, kissing the crown of her hair.
“I got tired of searching for the perfect gift. You’re impossible to buy for Jon Snow. So I made myself the gift.” She laughed, melting into him as his hands roamed over her back.
“You’re a sneaky little thing,” He murmured, breathing her in and nuzzling her nose with his dark eyes heavy-lidded as he kissed the corners of her mouth.
“Well, if you weren’t so stubborn about telling me -” He muffled the rest of her words with his smirking mouth, tilting her head back and cupping her jaw in one calloused hand as the other palmed her barely covered ass.
He groaned into the kiss as she silently told him how much she missed him, his chilled lips soon warming as she licked at the seam of his mouth and made a happy little sound that made him hold her tight. It was a battle to see who could get inside fastest, and he won by a mile, tongue chasing and playing with hers, sharp teeth nibbling her bottom lip as he crushed her against him. She writhed in his hold, heat sparking low in her belly as he drank from her mouth and tugged her against the rapidly hardening length trapped between them. He parted her legs with a knee, encouraging her to grind herself on it, bristled lips scratching her skin and adding another layer of sensation to the arousal seeping through her veins like molten gold.
Her hands clawed at his back, creeping under the hem of his old hoodie to feel bare skin, muscles jumping under greedy palms. Tired of waiting for him to strip off, she gave his top a harsh tug and sighed into his mouth when he was slow to catch on. He broke away from her mouth long enough to pull his hoodie and T-shirt off, giving her a tiny glimpse of his honed chest before he was on her again, her mouth watering as his snow-kissed scent intensified. Dimly, she heard Ghost retreating to the spare room, soon forgetting all about him as Jon kissed her with force and let her go to fumble with the knot at her waist, and she dropped a hand to undo his black jeans, a fine tremor in her fingers as she dove inside his boxers to wrap her fist around his hard cock.
She gave him a few languid strokes, teasing and toying with him as heat glittered through her and pooled between her thighs, breathing harshly and unevenly as the knot came loose and her robe fell open. Skin prickling as he shoved the satin down her arms, it slithered to the floor as he pulled back to appraise her; the embers glowing in his singular eyes turning to wildfire as he saw what she was wearing.
“When you said you were the gift, I thought you meant figuratively,” he said in an undertone, voice roughened by desire as he took in the black bows holding the lingerie onto her body.
Two bows held the lace briefs onto her hips, and the bralette had only one at the back, utterly see-through despite the dark color, and her peaked nipples held him in sway as she licked at her lips and smiled wickedly.
“Don’t just stare, Jon. Open me,” she said, ignoring the urge to press her thighs together as his eyes turned impossibly darker and liquid flame licked down her torso, an ache building between her legs that made her threadbare patience fade to cobwebs. Not one to back down from a challenge, he plucked at the ribbons on her hips, goosebumps scattering with every feather-light touch of his hand on her over-sensitive skin, and she shifted on her feet as he reached behind her. Soon, she wore only the stockings and garter belt, his smoldering gaze a brand on her flushed skin as he drank her in, and she arched slightly to give him a show. Tension electrified between them, a current under her skin that made her restless and him a little cocky as he smirked down at her before kissing her so soundly she swayed, and he gripped her tighter.
Her heartbeat elevated as his fingers trickled down her back and over the curve of her ass to wrap around the back of her thighs, crouching slightly before hefting her up, and she wrapped her body around his, his superior strength thrilling her. They had mastered the rhythm of each other’s bodies, pushing and pulling, with bruising grips and swollen lips, adrift in a sea of heat and blood roaring in her ears. He stole the air straight from her lungs and gave her some of his in return. His familiar scent and taste were the only aphrodisiac she ever needed, and she imbibed as often as possible. Liquid and pliant, she wriggled and whined against his erection as he held her in a bruising hold, fistfuls of his silken hair in her hands to keep him close.
Nothing was said as he broke the seal on her mouth and set her down on wobbly feet, whirling her around and gathering her hair in hand, twisting and lightly tugging it to make her gasp and rub her thighs together to counter the burn between them. She was slick the moment he kissed her, and now she was soaked, heat building intolerably as he trailed his fingers down her spine and pressed a biting kiss into the side of her neck. Unable to wait, she spun around when he let go of her hair and grasped the nape of his neck to bring him down to her level.
“Don’t tease me, Jon,” she demanded, snapping her teeth at his swollen lips as his eyes blazed, hunger, endless and roasting, taking over the rich earthen tone as he nodded and claimed her mouth for a delicious amount of time. She twitched, pulse hammering in her throat as his hand fell between them to delve inside her saturated folds. He studied her face as he abruptly plugged her with two long fingers and held them still, her warbling moan echoing off the walls as he smirked down at her. Her hips moved on their own, seeking the friction he refused to give as she dripped around his hand and whined in frustration.
“You can never wait. Patience, Dany.” He said and crooked those fingers; his thumb swiped over her clit just once, and her knees trembled, teeth gritted against the ache burning her up inside.
Dropping to his knees, pushing her legs apart, his mouth was on her clit, the fingers inside her sliding in and out as she threw her head back and clutched at his hair to keep her balance. His groans of satisfaction as he swallowed her down and made even more mess vibrated through her, and she couldn’t hold it back when the first flutters began. His hellacious assault on her dewy folds turned her knees to jelly as her breath hitched and her tense muscles quaked. Slowly burning and consuming, it started with a tickle of heat washing over her skin and rippling out of her center. Her cunt clasped around his busy hand as he devoured her with lips and tongue, a light graze of his teeth over her clit, making her cry out. Her mouth opened to call his name, pleasure surging fast when he removed his hand and mouth and rose to his feet.
His glistening mouth smothered her snarl as she quivered and shifted on her feet, and she tasted herself on his smirk. She ignored the essence slipping down her thighs as he backed them up to the couch. He broke the kiss, hurrying to take the rest of his clothes off as she plucked and rolled her nipples between finger and thumb, darts of pain and fire going straight to her soaking cunt as he crowded her space, gloriously naked and beautiful as he grabbed her upper arms to guide her down on the sofa. She found herself on her back; he crouched on his knees between her split legs and gathered them up, and brought them to rest over his shoulders as he bent her back, her ass lifting, and she was entirely exposed to his starving gaze.
Grasping her hips, before she could blink or calm herself down, the fat crown of his cock teased her entrance before he dragged her trembling body onto his rigid cock, filling her so suddenly she couldn’t make a sound as pressure and pleasure fought within her, a slight tinge of pain causing her to lose any semblance of control as her cunt pulsed around his length. He waited a torturous moment, letting her acclimate to the sudden invasion and calming her with soothing words and gentle touches of his hands as he swiped strands of silver away from her damp forehead.
She clamped a hand over her mouth as he bent her further back and nodded, happy she couldn’t escape. It wasn’t fair. He knew what he was doing to her, and he had her trapped like prey, only able to pant through her nose as her chest heaved and her cunt quickly slackened around his length. Her first release still lapped through her like luscious, gentle waves of warm water as she wailed into her muffling hand, her ass lifted to take him deeper, her walls flickering around his length, cunt holding him close, the brutal pleasure so intense it was a burst of fractured scarlet light behind her rolling closed eyes.
He withdrew from her cunt and slammed back inside her, his smile turning wicked as she pulsed around his cock, so deep inside her she stupidly thought they’d never be untangled. Another rush of slick arousal dripped from her and soaked them both. Her muted, strangled moan cut off as she bit into the fleshy part of her palm. He soon found a rhythm that sent her reeling and stopped him from coming before she did, jaw gritted as he refused to let her look away. The captivating sight of him fucking her hard tore a ragged cry free of her chest, his every thrust was fierce and delectably rough, her inner walls fluttering and pulse skipping with each drag of his cock. Her trust in him was so complete she never hesitated to hand him the reins. All the fiery blood in her veins rushed straight to her core, so wet and hot her cunt massaged and hugged his cock, sucked him, down, down, down, his possession of her body so consuming she no longer cared if she lost her mind in the aftermath.
His plunging movements slowed, restraint and desire battling it out on his pretty face as she got lost in the winding, soaring pleasure spiraling through her body, utterly unable to think past it. It was impossible to imagine it feeling any better, but she wouldn’t dare voice that aloud; he would take it as a dare and destroy her in the best way. All she could do was watch him as his heavy-lidded obsidian eyes locked on the erotic sight of her cunt swallowing his cock, again and again. His flushed face and the lines of tension around his mouth told her he was intently focused on holding his own release back to make hers last. But she was in torment, wholly unable to withstand the razor edge she was balancing on, cutting her to the bone as her body demanded an outlet for the pleasure and pressure rising to steal her sanity.
She couldn’t take it. She started begging him to fuck her hard in a ripped and shuddering voice, needing it to ache and obliterate the tension coiling too tight inside her. His midnight chuckle glided like dark magic across her sweaty, pebbled skin. He gave her what she wanted, her quaking body was held down with strength as he thrust within her taut cunt so viciously her teeth rattled, and she knew she’d feel him for hours after. He owned her at that moment, completely in control as she submitted to him and surrendered to the radiant burning. Unable to move or speak or retreat, she could only lie there and take it, idly wondering if there would be anything left of her by the time he was done with her. She came violently, her inner walls clenched around his length, gripping him tightly and keeping him from leaving.
The smack of flesh meeting flesh was drowned out by the racket they were making. Their feral growling and choked cries weaved together as the leash he had on himself snapped, and he buried himself inside her, her name a prayer torn from his throat as he came hard. Her orgasm washed through her in luscious waves of heat, chasing away the time apart and leaving her only with a sense of warmth and love. Muscles jumped under her heated skin, and her limbs were boneless. She breathed hard as she relished in the afterglow and made a mental note to thank Missy for encouraging her to visit Jon. Her twitching, aching body was leaden and light all at once, her pounding heart the only sound in her head as Jon managed a few words that made her smile wide and bright.
“I don’t think I can top your present, love,” he kissed her softly as he untangled them and arranged them in a spooning position, skin sticking to skin, making sure she was comfortable before going on, “If you hate it, I’ll get you something else.”
“Like you said, Jon. I need nothing but you.” She said ardently, silently resolving to never spend another Christmas apart from him.