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[amidstsaltandsmoke]

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...anon, I promise I didn't forget about you! Life™ and writers block/doubt had me stuck for a while. Apologies that this was sent something like 5ish weeks ago? I originally had a whole other idea written for this one but didn't like it and scrapped it. Not sure how much I like this one but I hope that you do!! Someday I will learn how to write an actual drabble-sized drabble. Thank you for sending the prompt!💛 P.S. I changed the wording around a little bit, I hope you don't mind :) ________________________ Prompt: “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” Dany was a master at these types of work events by now, but the past few weeks, especially, had been draining. That was typical for a start-up, when they were trying to garner as much outreach as possible. Traveling between two different states and another country and back in the span of 7 days was a whole other animal, however.

This affair was meant to be a little more informal, but the air was still stuffy with corporate suits slithering about. Her favorite colleague and come-to-be wonderful friend had been working with her to get the head honchos drunk the quickest, that way they would be less inclined to hover and more likely to forget the goings on entirely.

But it wasn’t any of that that had her so on edge. It was that Jon was acting particularly distant ever since they’d all arrived nearly three hours ago now, and he seemed to almost be evading her.

Jon Snow, the young visionary who co-founded the company alongside her, who developed the technology that was rapidly playing a vital role in detecting and detaining human traffickers. That was sexy all on its own, but tonight he was dressed in a crisp, slim black suit, his dark locks half pulled back behind his head, his short beard trimmed just a little more for the gala.

They'd spent many a late evening and early morning in the office and over video conference working out the kinks of their start-up, smoothing wrinkles and always doing their best to stay ahead of their goals, where seeing one another so groomed and freshened up it was almost jarring. Typically - especially by the end of their days when work ran over - they'd been too riddled with exhaustion to bother keeping up physical appearances. There were more important matters that needed tending. And plus, as magnificent as he looked now, when he was a little disheveled with his riotous curly hair strewn about his head, his black thick framed glasses, his button-down loosened at the collar...there was an odd sort of comfort she found with that, and in knowing he was comfortable enough in her presence to relax.

She devoted so much of her young life to this dream and to have found someone just as driven, reliable, and enthusiastic about it was beyond her hopes and dreams.

But it also came with some side effects.

Months of time spent together between just the two of them had, inadvertently, created a wild storm of feelings for him. She found herself thinking about him on her days off and in her time away from the office, of which she spent more there than home these days. Dinner was more frequently than not held in one of their offices, depending on how they were feeling by the end of a strenuous day - his was always cooler with the air conditioning turned so low she oftentimes wondered how he didn't get hypothermia sitting in there.

On the other hand, she cranked up the heat in hers, and she received mirroring grumbles from Jon, how his northern skin would simply melt and she'd be left scooping him up off the floor.

To her advantage, however, that meant loosened layers of clothing, sometimes less of it if she were lucky. The same went to his benefit, too; he thought she didn't notice his wandering eyes, but of course she did. Just as she felt she was smooth enough to get a study on his stacked arms when he would remote even his button-down and left himself in a snug white or black plain t-shirt. That occurrence only happened once; she possibly hadn't been as discreet about her ogling as her mind had told her. Not when the cotton fiber was stretched so perfectly over his broad, muscular chest and fit his biceps like a rubber glove.

Sometimes, in the last hour of the day when they were already working well over their regular time, they would give themselves a break and kick back. They dove into topics ranging from favorite movies to deeper subjects like their most fucked up childhood memory. It turned out they had quite a lot in common, which fed into her ever-growing "things I adore about Jon Snow" bank that she stored away in her mind.

The trouble was, workplace romance was simply not allowed. At least, not within the same departments, and it still required paperwork to be filled out with an assortment of terms and agreements to abide to. Considering they were co founders together, that made things trickier.

Neither of them spoke any of this into the atmosphere, but it was palpable, and it got more torturous as time went on. Jon was the stronger one out of the two of them, and she knew he would never act on anything if it meant she could get let go or demoted. Their CEO could be a little bit of a hardass when it came down to company policies, but Dany was convinced they could find a way to make things work.

That included doing so behind everyone's backs. In all of the time they spent together without other company, Dany could count on one hand how many times there was ever anybody else in the building besides them when they were pulling extra hours. They could easily keep their hands to themselves during the day around their colleagues. At least, she thought so. It would at least make for a very exciting night cap to the day once they were able to be alone.

Missandei and Oberyn were the only two people she could trust to confide in, and to also keep it between just the three of them. Thus far, they did nothing but root for her luck to change, that maybe one of them would just bite the bullet and finally hook up. She was quite tired of skirting around it when she was with Jon, and the tension that thickened between them was going to reach a breaking point.

If she didn’t do something soon, if not just to confirm that he had it as bad as she did, she would wind up doing something impulsive, like pouncing on him one of these days when nobody was around. Or, possibly, when they had an audience.

Dany turned around and scanned the room until she latched onto him, where he was shaking hands and chatting up other people. He was not the tallest man in the world, but his presence was demanding, despite his humbleness. Every now and again, even in conversation, he would look up and around as if seeking something or someone. A little foolishly, she hoped it was her, though even in heels she was below average height compared to most everyone else in the room and would be a little difficult to locate.

"Go get that ass, girl," Oberyn growled into her ear, whacking her bum with the back of his hand, to which she promptly slugged his arm.

"Ouch!" He hissed, rubbing at the offended area. His smugness returned soon after, lips ticking up at the corners. "You'd better save that strength, you will need it later!"

He was darting off into the crowd with a chortle before she could scold him, and it took all of her professional mind to not flip off his retreating back.

“So...how are you going to seduce the elusive Jon Snow?” Missi inquired with a sassy eyebrow raised, her nearly-empty drink clutched in her hand.

Dany sighed, trying to not be too obvious as she observed him flitting from person to person. “I’m starting to think I’d imagined the entire thing,” she muttered with some frustration.

Missi pouted. “I don’t know about that. Not only are there a lot of snitches here that are probably keeping him at arms’ length, but have you not noticed Jon only goes to these things if you’re here?”

Dany frowned, finally tearing her eyes away from Jon to gape at her friend. “What? No, he’s gone to plenty without me, I’m sure of it…”

But was she? In hindsight, now that she really thought about it, there was never a social work event that Jon ever reported to her when she couldn’t make it. She could recall a handful where she went for the both of them, because he would much rather stay lat to play catch-up than mingle with large groups of people, and whenever there was news or gossip, he was the first person she’d save it for.

“You need to make him show you that he wants you just as bad as you want him. I’m sure he has the same fantasies-”

“Missi,” Dany drawled, tilting her head back and scrunching up her face. Yes, she and Missi may have shared almost daily secret huddles in the office, most of which entailed Dany agonizing over Jon Snow haunting her dreams on a regular basis. Rather than his hands rolling up his sleeves because the air was stifling, it was him doing so and crawling over her. Instead of him crouching down near her feet to pick up the pen he’d just dropped, it was him lowering himself to lift up the hem of her skirt and situate his face between her thighs. Sometimes it was sweeter than that: his hands sweeping wisps of hair away from her face when she gave up on it at the end of the day, or he would say “fuck it” to a prticularly agitating project and would gather her up and they would hold eah other on his office couch.

Reality was reflective of the sweetness of her wandering thoughts, just much less physical. They always texted each other when they each got home safely. By now, they’d each memorized their favorite go-to take-out preferences for various restaurants. If someone was having a rougher-than-usual day, one would send the other home and stay longer to cover them (if they were both having an equally terrible day, it came down to a couple rounds of rock-paper-scissors).

All things friends would do for one another, sure, except for the unbearable pull between them that was almost a physical thing.

In recent weeks, they began texting each other regularly, and most of it did not pertain to work, unless they were poking fun at it. A handful of times, Jon snapped photos of something of interest of Dany’s, and his message screamed “this made me think of you” without the actual words. It was the subtext. Usually something along the lines of, “didn’t you mention you were looking for this for about a million years?” in regards to a really cute coffee bar that had been sold out in her favorite color, a lemon yellow, that Jon had managed to find. And reserved for her special so nobody would snatch it up.

Or the multiple times he would share photos of his beautiful snow-white dog, Ghost, in various odd positions, or making strange faces, and adding something like: “a nightcap to your shitty day?”

And Dany loved to return the favor, though it was no competition. She just genuinely adored making him smile. Sometimes it was taking the piss out of him when he was extra grumpy, which immediately put him in a lighter mood. It was also bringing in an obnoxious box of coffee to share between them during the early dawn hours when nobody should be congregating for work-related endeavors at such an ungodly time. Just last week, he had been fidgeting more than usual and was noticeably distracted. When she had inquired what the issue was, he mentioned that Ghost was probably crossing his legs at that point since Jon was running late. As Dany had another errand to run before stopping home, she’d offered to let him out since Jon had a late conference that evening, and he had been all-too-happy in handing her over his keys.

The snort from Missi that invaded Dany’s thoughts had her turning her head toward her friend, who looked doubtful. “Probably every sane person in this room has had a fantasy about you. Jon is at the very top of that list."

Dany grimaced. "Please don't say things like that when I have to look all these people in the eye tonight.”

She weighed Missi’s words, but nothing came to mind right away. Jon appeared too distracted to notice anything she did anyway, and she also didn’t want to come off as desperate, especially if it might raise suspicions amongst others in the ballroom.

Then an idea struck her when she spotted Oberyn once more. Their marketing sleuth, and someone she had grown fond of because of his warm demeanor toward everyone he met. He was the friends-with-everyone type, and he was flagging her down as if he’d read her mind, so she excused herself and weaved through the crowd until she reached him.

Oberyn pecked each of her cheeks, even though he’d just seen her a little while ago, then held her out by her arms and gave her a slow once-over as if he’d only been seeing her for the first time that night. With anyone else, she would have balked, but she knew him well enough to understand it was a platonic gesture. Once his eyes reached hers again, his dark brow lifted to his hairline. “How has the white wolf kept his paws off of you this long?”

Dany scowled, flicking his shoulder. “I’ve been trying to figure that out myself for the past several months.”

“Well, what’s the hold-up?”

Sighing, Dany made a secret peek behind Oberyn where Jon was moving closer. Briefly did their eyes lock, and she turned back to Oberyn. “Hold my hand,” she said, extending her own for his.

“Why? So he gets jealous?” Oberyn drawled, snatching up her hand and taking it a step further by pressing a kiss to the top of it.

“Maybe,” she replied, straightening her spine by her boldness.

They conversed for some time, getting cozy and giggling away and eventually were joined by some of their other colleagues. When someone made a point to question why they were holding hands, Oberyn was quick on his feet in explaining that there were no rules to dating across different departments, only if two people worked in the same one. But it soured her stomach.

After she and Oberyn stayed that way for a short time, chatting about things she could barely bring herself to care much about as Jon edged past them, her shoulders slumped as she twisted about to watch him make a beeline for the bar.

“Daenerys,” Oberyn called to her sympathetically, “go to him. You’re not going to get anywhere if you keep up this silly game,” he explained and wiggled their conjoined hands, gently returning hers to her.

She swallowed and nodded, feeling childish that she even considered making such a move. Most of the guests were out on the dance floor, so it was easier to maneuver around to get to the bar where Jon had just collected his drink. Her nerves were wrecked, and this time it was the uncertainty of what reaction she may get, despite her earlier confidence.

As he was turning around, she observed him downing a quick shot before he realized she was there. He returned the glass to the counter and gave her his full attention. “Hey,” he rasped, his throat likely still burning from the liquor.

The pessimistic thoughts ate at her once more. “Hey. I didn’t think you’d show up tonight.” She tried for casual conversation, though it sounded forced even to her own ears.

Shrugging, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “Figured I ought to make an appearance. You look nice, by the way.”

The tight smile he produced felt uncharacteristically forced, almost nervous. She shifted on her heeled feet, her mouth suddenly parched, her words half choked out. “Thanks. So do you,” she drew in a silent breath, and decided she couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you alright?”

“Aye, just...tired,” he landed on, but she wasn’t convinced. Before she could dig a little deeper, his attention fell on something behind her. She followed his gaze and caught Oberyn heading their way. She wasn’t sure what to make of his determined expression, but something about it made her a little queasy.

“I should probably go before your boyfriend gets upset,” Jon murmured just loud enough for her to hear; he didn’t give her a chance to catch him before she realized what he’d said and disappeared on her.

Oberyn stopped just short of Dany. “What was that all about? It looked like you needed rescuing.”

Pressing her eyes closed, Dany silently cursed herself. “I’m an idiot, that’s what happened. I’ll catch you later,” she cut him an apologetic glance and squeezed his arm before trailing in the direction of where Jon slunk off to.

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The damned ballroom and her petite height made it hard to see above anyone, but luckily she was able to locate him by asking around if anyone had seen him. When she was notified he had mentioned he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to take off without any commotion, her heart sank. She was a damn fool, and now she was half running in six-inch heels, the skirt of her dress hiked up so she wouldn’t land herself a concussion, hoping beyond hope he hadn’t reached the parking lot yet.

She almost passed him up when she barged her way outside, frantically searching over the lot, breathless, to spot his car. A movement to her left made her jump, her hand flying to her chest until Jon stepped beneath the dim patio light and let her breathe again.

"Bloody hells," she exhaled, observing him as he put out his cigarette with his shoe and tossed the butt into the trash.

"Sorry," he chuckled, once more sheltering his hands inside his pockets as he turned his shadowed eyes on her.

"I didn't know you smoked," she mused, still trying to calm her heart.

Jon ducked his head, and she thought she caught a smirk on him, but it was too dark to tell. "Only sometimes. What are you doing out here, anyway?"

So much for giving her heart time to settle - now it kickstarted tenfold. There was no way to be honest without the whole truth. She supposed now was as good a time as any, best as they didn't have an audience. "I was hoping to catch you before you'd left," she paused, his gaze lifting and resting hard on her. So intense that she averted hers to her feet while she sounded her admission. "Oberyn isn't my boyfriend."

After a moment of silence, she sought his reaction. He lifted a shoulder "It's not my business, Dany."

"No. It is, because…," she took a half step closer, then squeezed her eyes shut. It sounded so childish to even say it. "I'd asked him to do me a favor so that it might make you jealous."

It came out so quickly she didn't think he understood half the words. But he was frowning when she braved opening her eyes again. "And why would you want to do that, Dany?"

His voice fell an octave lower, practically purring, and it left her momentarily stunned in place even as he began to close in on her. The use of her nickname in such a manner was leaving her in a delirious state. By the time he stopped, just a hair’s breadth short of their toes touching, she was having to tilt her head up to see him. Even despite the added height of her shoes. Somehow, her voice didn't quiver with the hopeful anticipation that was setting her nerves alight.

With whatever scrap of courage she had left, she voiced it into the world. "Because I really, really, really like you, and it's been torture trying to piece together whether the feeling is mutual, or if it's a figment of my imagination."

His frown returned, deeper than before, his eyes darting between each of hers. "How could you ever think it's one-sided?" He asked gruffly, and a knot firmly wrapped around her throat. Maybe that was a good thing, to prevent her from saying anything that would break the spell. “You occupy my mind ninety percent of the time,” he said, “the other ten is me trying to figure out how to stop thinking about you for five bloody minutes so I can get work done without being distracted.”

She huffed out a breath of relief, finally allowing herself to smile. It was good that it was night time so the red sweeping over her cheeks was well hidden. Still, she ducked her head to give herself a moment to dwell on his confession. His finger gently encouraged her to come back to him though, and suddenly the air between them was thin, his breath puffing against her lips.

A raucous shriek just a little way over inside the building made them both jump apart, a group of intoxicated people bowling their way through the double doors and out onto the patio. One of them slurred their apology as they stumbled out into the parking lot, exclaiming about how they couldn’t wait to get their hands on a fat greasy burger and then throw it up later. There couldn’t have possibly been anything much better at ruining the mood than that.

Jon huffed when he looked at her, rubbing at his forehead. No doubt his heart was beating just as violently against his chest as hers was. Without a word, he snatched up Dany’s hand and tugged her into the grassy area, hidden behind the solid wall of the venue. After double checking over his shoulder, he pressed himself against the rough brick wall and pulled her flat against him while she gasped, gently sweeping away small wisps of hair that got in his way.

His hand cradling her jaw, he finally, finally, dipped his head until his lips were brushing over hers. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head, overstimulated by months of need for him, her hand fisting his shirt whilst the other curled around the back of his neck. His hands cuffed her waist and kept her close, the tips of his fingers digging into the fleshy bits of her hips when she nudged open his mouth to slip her tongue into the hot confines of his.

The low groan he elicited forced one of her own from her throat, and then everything was escalating at a dizzying pace; their hands were roaming everywhere they could reach, exchanging nips and licks and everything inbetween until they were forced apart for air. Where she had wedged her thigh between his, she could feel the hard evidence of his arousal, and if it weren’t for the consequences she would have her way with him in the dirt and the grass. Thorn bushes be damned.

“We should probably take this somewhere else,” he whispered, winded, and she was happy that he wasn’t about to suggest they stop altogether.

She nodded before the last word was out. “Okay. What did you have in mind?”

Jon considered their surroundings carefully, then grabbed her hand.

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Their seatbelts were thrown off so hard, Dany was surprised they hadn’t accidentally shattered Jon’s car windows with the force. They’d snuck off into the parking lot and after a heady makeout session, Jon decided they ought to find somewhere a little more private, settling on a nearby park where the only source of light was several yards away.

The second he cut the engine they crashed together, pawing at one another until he dragged her over onto his lap. His hands molded to her ass, but the material of her dress made him growl with frustration that it didn’t allow him the access he desired, so he slid them beneath and his head smacked back against his headrest when he discovered she’d foregone panties with a groan between his teeth.

Dany moaned as his fingers kneaded her bare flesh, and she took advantage of the new exposure of skin down the column of his neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses and tiny bites where the collar of his dress shirts could mask.

Jon shifted his legs and bumped into the steering wheel with a crack. “Ouch, fuck,” he grumbled, and she realized their current position wasn’t very practical if they wanted things to go any further.

“Are you okay?” Dany asked against his clammy skin, reaching behind her to smooth her hand over the offended kneecap.

“More than,” he replied, curling his fingers around to her inner, upper thighs and making her tremble. He was so close to her cunt that she could feel his heat against it, and her forehead fell against his chest, her hips rocking to seek the friction she so desperately needed. But he never gave her it; in fact, he seemed keen on doing just the opposite, skimming his fingers just at the juncture, trailing them down the length of her thighs, squeezing her ass on the way up each time.

Even when she was left a writhing mess and kissed him savagely, popped open the first couple of buttons so she could get more of him, he still refused to touch her there.

For now.

Jon pulled at her bottom lip, his voice a low, husky whisper. “We’ll have more room in the back seat.”

“What are your intentions, Jon Snow?” She inquired with feigned innocence.

With a light smack to her bum, he chewed on his bottom lip. “Get back there and I’ll show you.”

It took some finagling, but soon enough they were in the more spacious back seats, and she quickly unstrapped her heels. Jon’s shoes were next, and then he was helping her out of her dress, carefully rolling it upward until it was off of her, leaving her completely exposed for his viewing. His arms froze in the air, her dress still clutched in his hands as he took her in. The light didn’t illuminate much, but it was enough to see one another clearly.

Since he was so enlightened by her breasts, she giggled and rose onto her knees, taking her dress and letting it drop to the floor whilst she assisted him in removing his suit jacket. Once that was shed, he instantly filled his palms with her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over her pebbled nipples. He was lucky she had enough strength to not buckle under his touch, her teeth capturing her bottom lip in a hasty endeavor to rid him entirely of his clothing so she could return the favor.

Then she stilled, a thought occurring to her. “Are you sure you want to do this in your car? It might get messy…,” she noted as he briefly ceased his fondling to work on shedding his pants, his dark eyes gleaming in the light.

Once he made quick work of them, his jacket was next in the pile they haphazardly tossed up front. “It’ll give me something to think about on my commute,” he rasped, and it took her a beat to understand what he meant, unable to bite back a grin. By now her cunt ached for him and they’d only just started getting things moving.

Her hands slid over his shoulders, taking his shirt with it, the play of dim light and shadows over his sculpted body making her mouth go dry and her tongue thick and heavy in her mouth. Jon shifted up higher to free his arms, her fingers skimming down his chest and over the ebbs of his abdomen, eyes falling to where his cock was straining and hard in the cotton of his boxer briefs. Without anymore delay, Dany slipped her hand beneath the waistband and curled her fingers around the rigid, hot skin, twisting lightly until he was sucking sharp breaths of air through his teeth.

In a flash, he shucked off his boxer briefs and hooked an arm around her waist, ravaging her mouth. As he pressed tighter against her, his thick length nestled between her thighs, sliding along her cunt and forcing her mouth to pop open with a heady moan.

"You're soaked," Jon whispered harshly, his other hand clutched her ass cheek to keep her stationary, his breaths short puffs over her face as he slowly teased the both of them with long, slow strokes of his cock until he was thoroughly coated with her, their clammy foreheads thumping together.

Dany gripped his lats with her hands, trying to be mindful that she didn't score his skin with her nails, but barely had half a mind to care. She rolled her hips with him, her entire body quivering when he dragged his cock over her clit. The sounds erupting from her seemed to drive him mad as he echoed her.

She chanced a glimpse down between the narrow gap between them each time he pulled away, her peak so near the edge already that the sight of his wet, shiny cock disappearing between her thighs had her nearly coming just there. "I need you, Jon," she whimpered, grateful that he was as desperate as she felt. Any other time she would gladly drag it on, but she'd waited long enough to have this with him, and she was far too impatient to wait a second longer.

Carefully, she was lowered onto her back. They shared a few soft chuckles as they tried to figure out the most comfortable position for the both of them. Finally, she settled one leg off and planted the tips of her toes on the floor, the other tossed over his shoulder, while he knelt one knee on the seat and held himself up with the other on the floor.

He allowed himself some time to take her in all sprawled out for him, dragging the soft pads of his fingers down the length of her body just as she did his earlier. His hands stopped to gently massage her breasts, which were beginning to heave with anticipation, and he traced every curve of her body.

Dany swallowed, cuffing her hands around his biceps as he lowered himself to kiss her softly. Lips locked together, he nudged hers open, drawing in her upper lip and suckling on it, one hand braced near her head whilst the other made her squirm as it explored her hips, her inner thighs, until he have her exactly what she was near begging for. He barely glanced over her juices and she was moaning so loudly she was glad they'd gone somewhere more private.

Jon sucked over the soft skin just below her jaw and circled her clit with the flat of his fingers, her legs about as strong as jelly, head pressing into the seat and back arching into his touch. Jon growled at how reactive she was, his lips and tongue leaving a tinging trail down to her chest, not stopping until he pulled a nipple into his mouth and made her a wiggling mess beneath him.

His fingers added a little more pressure, gathering more of her up and ticking up his pace. Dany's mouth was dry from how harshly her lungs were begging for air, stomach sucked in and muscles going taut with the stimulation.

When he plunged a finger into her heat, she gasped sharply, and he paused all movement. "You alright?" He asked sweetly, pecking the corner of her mouth.

Dany nodded frantically, lifting her hips to get him to move again. "I'm...I'm not gonna last much longer," she practically squeaked.

A devilish smirk took over his face. "I'd better get to work then," he declared, then made her pout as he lifted to his knees and stretched himself between the front seats, searching.

It didn't take long for it to click. "I'm on birth control," she told him, and she snorted at his visible relief.

He resumed his position and his head rolled back. "Thank the gods. Pretty sure they don't equip new cars with condoms and mine are all at the house."

Dany giggled and grabbed for him, wanting him closer. "Wait, this is a new car?" Now that she actually thought about it, it did have that lingering 'new car smell', but she'd been so preoccupied with his distinct scent and getting him naked that she didn't notice at first.

"Aye," he responded, nipping her neck, "everyone says cars are the worst investment, but…,” he laved his tongue over one of her nipples and made her groan, “I beg to differ."

Dany smiled with a hum and smoothed her foot over his leg, too pleased and distracted by his attentions to think of a witty retort. Instead, she responded by canting her hips and grinding over his cock, his forehead dropping between her breasts, his curly head lifting to see her out. He took himself in hand and pumped a few times before lining up, and drove home in one slide, making stars burst between her eyes and a cry out into the night air.

Jon’s face distorted with a muffled grunt, giving them both time to adjust. He blew out a few long breaths, but she was too needy and languidly rolled her hips, stretching her arms as far down as she could and filling each hand with his marble-soft cheeks, gently encouraging him to move. She was out of her mind delirious as he set a pace that had them each panting and sweating, the mechanics of his ass under the grip of her hands and the slight burn of his cock pumping from root to tip and filling her entirely.

His responding, wolfish grunt and groans spurred her on, and she could tell he was trying to be gallant and hold back, but by the way his muscles were tensed and his movements became erratic, plus the twisting of his beautiful face, he was ready to let go and she was ready to fall with him.

Dany tilted her hips so that he was grinding over her clit, which sent her in a restless frenzy below him, whimpering and moaning and squirming with the build. "Fuck," he breathed, eyes fixed on hers, his teeth clenching and jaw muscle flexing. Dany lifted her hand above her head and braced it against the door, the other carding through his hair. She gave a soft tug to his damp locks which he seemed to enjoy, if the way his hips were snapping against her was any indication.

“Jon…,” Dany warned, he throat constricting against any more words she thought to utter, but it was enough for him to understand, the corded lines of muscle prevalent in his arms as he steadied himself and ground into her, and she broke in fragmented gasps and pleas of his name, a second wave overwhelming her already tender body as he leapt right after her.

His head fell against her shoulder with throaty grunts and groans, thrusting and then stilling as he spent inside of her. It was music to her ears. Her arms weakly found him, securing themselves over his back and easing his tired body down onto hers. He went without protest, carrying the brunt of his weight on one knee so he didn’t entirely crush her,

Part of her foggy mind wished they'd waited the extra ten minutes and taken this back to one of their houses so they could sleep right then, but the other parts of it were too thrilled by the idea of just going for it. "How am I to get through the work day without wanting to lock you up in my office?” Dany mumbled against his shoulder, pressing a kiss thereafter.

A groggy huff left him, the warmth of his breath tickling up her neck. After a moment and finally evening his breaths, he lifted his head, several damp strands of springy black curls falling over his face. “I know of a few less populated conference rooms with far less windows that we could sneak off to,” he smirked, her hands lifting to smooth away some of his hair so she could get a better look at him. Then, his expression morphed into one of mock sternness. “To go over our presentations without interruptions, I mean.”

With one brow arched and a sleepy giggle, she asked, “and how long have you been dreaming of using said rooms for these particular “work” activities?”

Jon sucked air through his teeth. “Longer than I’d ever admit,” he confessed.

“Sounds like I ought to report you for indecent thoughts,” Dany muttered, her head rising to kiss him softly.

He sighed against her and thumbed away some hairs at her temple, speaking against her lips when he needed air. “S’pose we ought to get out of here before someone finds us and we get reported for public indecency.”

Dany nodded, a tiny motion, pecking his still-swollen lips. “Okay,” she whispered. He pulled out of her with a wince and when he sat up, she bit her lip, getting a fuller view of him. Or, as much as she could in the slightly cramped backseat of his car. He was too much to resist, and she was quickly snatching his shirt out of his hands before he could pull it on over his head. “Wait,” she said, straddling his lap and easing his frown as his hands slid up her ribs. She braced her hands on his shoulders, smiling devilishly while his pupils grew dark and fat with want. “Let’s do it again.”

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[magalidragon]

questions and answers | a Professors Jonerys drabble

Enjoy the silly! I wrote this in like an hour. 😂

“Dr. Targaryen I just don’t understand…”

“Because you refuse to put in the work Mr. Baratheon. I don’t know what you expected out of my class, but not accomplishing any of the assignments, skipping lectures and having your grandfather call my office with promises of donations in order to…” Dany pretended to think, tapping her fingertip to her upper lip. She snapped her fingers, dark gaze landing on the undergrad she had just failed out of her Physical Draconology course. “Quote, help you out, unquote.”

Joffrey, the shit, who also the few times he had attended the lab, had made crude comments about her ass and put the skeletons in disgusting positions, dropped his sympathetic act and growled. “You’ll pay for this!”

“Actually I won’t, because I don’t need your family’s money. Good day Mr. Baratheon.” She snapped her plastic case of skeleton examples she had brought for that day’s lecture, and left, the juvenile delinquent who should probably have been in jail and not university, vowing his vengeance upon her.

He was welcome to do so, it had been awhile since she'd had a good knock-down drag out fight with a student about grades. Or with Olenna about donors.

Practically skipping on her stilettos down the hallway, she ventured out of the lecture hall and crossed the campus-- not very pretty, as Aegon's Hill University wasn't known for its lush green, but rather its old buildings crushed together on several blocks linked to the Red Keep's government offices and museums. She wished she could see over to the Breakwater from her office, but she needed the windowless rooms to protect her children, as the light would damage them.

"Dr. Targaryen," she heard someone call, and glanced over her shoulder just as she went to enter the Ancient History and Anthropology building. She wrinkled her nose, spotting Tyrion making his way towards her, a sigh emanating from him once he got to her. "I've heard from my nephew..." he began.

"I don't care, I'm running late." S he made a point of checking her watch-- Jon's watch, she stole it from him this morning for fun-- sighing dramatically. "I'm sure this has something to do with his abysmal grades and the fact I kicked him out of my class. It's an undergrad course on dragons, Dr. Lannister. It's not hard."

He rolled his eyes. "Quite the contrary, Dr. Targaryen..."

"Just because you couldn't pass it doesn't mean it's difficult, it just means that you have to be intelligent." She made a face and sneered. "And all you do is drink."

"And know things."

"Stupid things."

"YOu know, you've always been a bit of a bitch, but since you've started hanging around with DR. Snow and stopped fighting with him nonstop, it's like you've lost your charms," he shouted after her.

She gave him the finger and threw over her shoulder, "Just means I'm better."

Fuck the Lannsiters, honestly, she thought, descending into her cavernous lab space, with its locked hermetically sealed doors and cubicles to study her specimens. She changed out of her heels and dress, not a care in the world since no one could barge in on her where she was, unless they had three different keycards The dragon skeletons were the rarest and most prized of AHU's collection and if anything happened to them, not only would they have to deal with the cost fallout, but she'd burn the bloody place down.

In comfortable 'dig' clothes of loose black trousers, her dusty boots, and sweater, she collected her lab coat and bag, this time moving off towards the museum, her mind filling with her exhibit. It would be amazing, she was buzzing in anticipation of the reveal, at huge ceremony that served to not only display her children the way they should be remembered and studied, but it was a win-win with her family, since Rhaegar and Viserys had donated the money to get their names on the gilded plaques around the exhibit. The Targaryen Hall of Draconology."

She was pleased that the family was happy about it, Rhaegar and Vis could grandstand and throw their money to anyone and everyone, but it was important to her, in her career as the world's foremost expert on the mysteries surrounding the dragon.

The hall where the exhibit would be was in the old Red Keep, where the Iron Throne sat in a chamber nearby. She had fought hard for that spot; they wanted her to put it in the Dragonpit, all the way across town. Dragons were not meant to be caged, she'd argued, and that's what the pit was representative of. No, her dragons would be in a huge room with arched windows and ceilings, and facing the sea, to the East, where they had been born. There would be a reconstructed version of Balerion for the terrace outside, showing the full extent of his wingspan and size.

Once in the room, she shivered in excitement, carrying her huge box of tools over to a workbench, where others had been set up. Her grad students and other assistants would arrive to help with the big skeletons, but for now she could just play around. She had the layout organized, the displays set, and the big dragons were already in place. She approached her favorite, the beautiful Silverwing, who was displayed in a maternal pose, over a clutch of petrified stone eggs. The lights were dim, the case she was in keeping her sealed away so her bones didn't disintegrate.

"My beautiful darling, look at you," she cooed in Valyrian, climbing over the railings and stroking the glass, wishing she could touch the bones again. She sighed, her hands spanning near Silverwing's maw, her cheek pressing up against the cool glass. Her eyes shut and she exhaled, wishing she could have seen these creatures in their live states. <i>If only</i>. "You're gorgeous, just gorgeous. Everyone will soon see you, my beauty. Where is Vermithor?"

Vermithor was on the opposite end; they only had half of his skull and wing, the rest of it reconstructed in a polycarbonate. She went over to inspect him, noting that the joints would need retightening. Making notes on her pad, she inspected all the dragons that were set out, pleased that they were in good shape. The ones that could have been treated, had been, with a solution she'd created herself, to keep them from having to be hidden away.

She returned to her cases, beginning to set up the smaller dragon skeletons on their stands, before they'd be either covered in glass cases or roped off. She was so engrossed in her work, she didn't even hear Jon enter, until he was right behind her, and shouted.

<i>"What are you doing!?</i>"

"Bloody fucker!" she screamed, startled, and dropped her brush which she'd been using to dust off some of the bones she'd set up, and flung around, punching wildly.

Jon laughed, dodging the swing. "Feisty."

"Fuck you!" she bellowed, tackling him into her table. She punched his shoulder with a closed fist, glowering. "What if I had a bone in my hand? I could have damaged it!"

"Meh, I waited until you weren't. You didn't even hear me come in."

"I'm busy, go away."

"Is that any way to treat the love of your life?"

She pointed out towards Baleron's skull in a chamber beside the entry wing. "That's the love of my life."

"Harsh." He picked up a small dragon skull from the case, moving its jaw up and down, putting on a fake, high-pitched voice. "My mummy is a meanie." He fake gasped. "Is that so?" The dragon 'spoke' again: "Yes, she wants you to save me."

"You're a dipshit." And it kind of sparked a flame in her lower belly, but she wouldn't tell him that. She crossed her arms, eyebrows arching. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, walking around the table, looking down at the display stands and the bones. "Just came to say hello. You've been so busy. Also, you stole my watch. I'd like it back please."

"Never. You took my panties from me yesterday."

"You don't need them," he advised, reaching behind one of the dragons on a stand in mid-fight with another. He pretended to move its head again, standing behind it and used his fake voice. "Dr. Dany is the hottest draconologist in the world!" He grinned and spoke down to the dragon skeleton. "Aye, that she is."

She rolled her eyes as much as she wanted to punch him again, she also wanted to kick him to the floor and ride him until he couldn’t speak in that dumb voice. Such choices. Pretending to be bored, she inspected her nails. "Can I help you?"

"This is looking fantastic. Are you sure you don't want to add on a Valyrian steel exhibit?"

"No, get your own exhibit."

"I have one, it's up North."

"Too cold and no one goes there."

He shrugged, taking another dragon skull from the case, lifting it in front of his face. "You're right there, it's too cold!" The dragon was a crude puppet and she snickered. He popped his head over the top of it and wiggled his eyebrows, grinning wide. "Ah, she laughs."

"Shut up."

Another dragon skull in his opposite hand, he put the two together, using a high-pitched voice for one and a deep, comical voice for the other as they held a conversation. "I have a question for Dr. Dany."

"Oh you do, do you?"

"Aye, I do!"

"And what is this question you do have, do you?"

It was takin gall of her might not to smile, because it was so stupid, so silly, and so <i>not</i> her Jon. It was his silly side, which he very rarely let out beyond the confines of their house. Yes, he was terribly awkward in places where he was off kilter, where he knew he wasn't the one that knew the most in the room about the topic at hand, but his awkwardness and silliness combined was something she only got to see. And certainly not in this type of setting.

Plus, she was pretty sure she was going to kill him, because he was touching the skeletons, <i>without gloves</i> and that was an egregious violation of everything she held dear to her when it came to her dragon babies.

LIps pressed firm, eyebrows arched, she glared, hoping he got the point, but he didn't, because he was still carrying on this silly little game with the dragon puppets.

"My question is simple, it does not require a dissertation."

"Or a grant?"

"Nay, not at all!"

"Jon!" she exclaimed, interrupting the show. "What are you doing?"

And then to her shock, he walked over to her with the dragon and held it up to his face, moving the head, still using the dumb voice. "Dr. Daenerys Targaryen, will you marry me?"

<i>What?</i>

"What the fuck?" she exclaimed, taken aback.

And then he placed the dragon down on the table again, took her hands, and walked her to another, the dragons that were fighting, and pointed, standing behind her, guiding her attention to it.

When he'd gone over to mess with it, she hadn't noticed, but he had taken what had to be the most stunning ring she had ever seen in her life, and slipped it on the dragon's claw. It blinked at her, the sunlight off the bay catching the facets of the beautiful diamond set on the platinum band. There were rubies and sapphires on it too, but somehow it wasn’t ostentatious as one would think of a ring with more than a couple stones. It all worked together. It made her think the diamond was nested in flames and ice.

It surprised her that her fingers were shaking when she offered her left hand, nodding quickly, her voice trembling. “You…you’re asking me to…”

“Aye, I’m asking,” he said, in his normal voice, taking the ring from the dragon claw and holding it aloft for her between his index finger and thumb. He smirked, although she could tell he was nervous. “What’ll it be Dr. Targaryen?”

She swallowed hard and reached for the ring, touching it gently. It was so beautiful. She blinked back tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and she nodded quickly, exclaiming, laughing: “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He laughed, shoving the ring onto her left hand, where it fit perfectly, bumping over her knuckles to meet where her finger met her hand. She grabbed his face, his beard scratchy under her hands, and kissed him hard, holding him against her as he held onto her ribcage, pulling her flush against him. She let go of his face long enough to wrap her arms around his neck, unable to let go, tongue tangling against his, moaning into his mouth as he dropped them to the stone floor, his hands pushing underneath her shirt.

They broke away for air, her lungs straining, breasts pressed hard to his chest. She gasped, shaking her head. “No Jon, not in front of the children.”

“Seven hells Dany, they’re dragon bones.”

“No! They’re my babies!” She knocked him onto his back and climbed over him, ignoring his pleading groans, and kissed him hard, one more time, before swatting his chest. “You’re a bloody moron Dr. Snow. You touched the dragons without gloves!”

He gaped at her, eyes wide. “I just bloody proposed to you!”

“You touched the dragons!”

“You are fucking insane.” He launched up, gripping the back of her neck, and kissed her again. She groaned, enjoying the roughness. He pulled away quickly, mumbling over her lips. “I love you so much.”

Reaching up for the table, she picked up the dragon skull and held it up, smiling and using a fake voice, one of the only ones she could do, a “Highgarden Girl.” “Like, oh my gods Jon, like, I love you so much too!”

He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s a terrible voice.”

“So are yours, don’t touch the dragons again without my permission.”

“Unless I’m asking you to marry me?”

She admired her ring, his lips tracing from her mouth over her cheek to nibble her ear. She sighed, content. “Yes Dr. Snow, even then.”

“You want to leave your babies alone and come back to my office? I have a new Valyrian steel sword for you to see.”

“Oh Jon, that’s so cheesy.”

He blinked, not joking. “I’m serious.”

“Really?”

After a moment, he bucked his hips up and she rolled her eyes. “Really, it’s called…uh..Dr. Snow…Steel.” Even he cringed at how poor of a joke it was.

“Don’t quit your day job for puppetry or comedy, Dr. Snow.”

He got to his feet and lifted her up into his arms, spinning her around. “You either Dr. Targaryen.”

Dany giggled, in spite of herself, and gazed around at her dragons, shaking her head. “Never.” She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. “You proposed with my dragons.”

“I did.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I am.”

She sighed again, whispering. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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