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The talking was immediately put to a stop the moment he kissed her. This was going to go either of two ways. To his complete astonishment and joy, it was going the … right way. He sighed against her lips, almost falling into her. She took the breath right out of him. Jorah trembled as she cupped his cheek and lightly stroked through the hair at the nape of his neck. Her little caresses sent shivers down his spine, and he nearly turned into a puddle right then and there. One of his hands slid up to cup the back of her head, burying his fingers into her silver hair and keeping her firmly pressed to him.
How long had he waited for this? Dreamed of this? Jorah released a low moan into her mouth, slowly—reluctantly—drawing back. He breathed in a few lungfuls of air, resupplying himself. His lips felt … wet. His eyes were wide, hopeful … but most of all surprised and curious. “Khaleesi,” he murmured softly, his thumb stroking over her lower lip. His blood was aflame, his heart pulsing wildly. “Dragons,” he said finally. “Dragons is what I have great love for.” No, that was wrong. “One drago—You,” he blurted. “You. Daenerys. You.”
Then he seemed to collapse against her, his lips devouring hers once more. His arm swept her up easily, holding her up and against him to kiss her more easily. His tongue swiped along her lower lip, then slid inside, tasting her for the first time. A louder moan was pulled from him at this. Jorah sought out the sweetness, his tongue lightly rolling over her own, shivering at discovering the most intimate of delights she possessed.
Daenerys made a small whimper, a whimper of happiness as she gave in to the kiss. His scruff was scratching at her chin, but it was strangely comfortable. The sensation, along with the kiss, was perfect. She gasped against his lips, resting her body against his. The feeling of his fingers in her hair, almost brought a moan from her throat. Her eyes closed as she settled into the rhythm of their dancing lips. Daenerys could not have asked for a better moment than the one she was currently inside. Their kiss was passionate yet gentle, everything she had thought it would be.
Feeling Jorah slowly withdrawing his lips, Daenerys finally opened her eyes once more. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as her her blood pounded in her head. Her heart was beating much faster than usual. She couldn’t help but grin like a fool. Her lips felt slightly hot still and Jorah’s finger on them only made it worse. The gentle touch made her body quake. At his words, she felt another gasp leave her lips. This was one of shock and disbelief. He loved her? How could this be? The one she had grown to love, had mutual feelings.
Before she could confess her own fondness, she was cut off by his lips again. The second kiss was much hotter than the first. It contained all the feelings that both of them had kept harboured for such a long period of time. As he swept her up, her grip on his hair tightened and her other hand rested on his chest plate. A gentle whine left her lips as she completed melted into his arms. Her tongue skimmed over his, gaining a shiver from the Silver Queen. The muscle flickered across his tongue once more before she withdrew slightly. “Bears… Especially ones named Ser Jorah Mormont… Are my weakness. I believe I may have… Fallen for you, Ser.” With that, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her tender lips to his again. Their actions were getting more and more heated as they continued, but now Daenerys had tasted his sweetness, she couldn’t bring herself to stop.
—‘What is it you need?’ the King in the North demanded, after having approached the other when he saw them standing alone and in wait. ‘Why have you come to me?’
—”Excuse me?” the Silver Queen raised an eyebrow and looked up at the male. “I have no need. You’re the one who approached me”
" It is my honor."
"May I ask for your name?"
" Never say that you aren’t important, because you are fantastic."
"That was very inspirational. Thank you very much."
"Nor could I, actually," Jorah admitted with a small laugh. He’d had this small bead for as long as he could remember. For as long as he could grow a beard. “Oh, it is quite silly. I assure you. Men sometimes become artists and attempt to make a shape with the coils of their braids. With your permission, and if you are interested, I shall take you to a festival. If they still have them.” He’d been gone from home for so long, he wasn’t sure if anything was the same, anymore.
When she volunteered to take care of his grooming, Jorah lifted an eyebrow. “You wish to … trim me, Khaleesi?” he asked her, when he had need of it, of course. He didn’t like keeping a long beard, himself. Still, shaving a man was an intimate business. There had be to trust for him to allow someone else to put a dagger to his throat to shave him. “I suggest you practice on a dog, first,” he said, smirking once more, his blue eyes shining in some amusement and … delight.
All of a sudden, she was leaning up … and he had to lower his head, or else she had no hope of ever reaching him. A small breath passed his lips as she pressed her lips to his scruffy cheek. His heart pounded, his hands shaking. Seven Hells. He gripped her small waist, pulling her tightly to him and tilting his chin ever so slightly, capturing her lips instead. His kiss was firm, and unyielding. If this was the only kiss he’d receive from her, he wanted to remember it and not apologize for it. His lips meshed against hers, a hint of urgency beneath it.
Daenerys laughed along with Jorah, her fingers massaging his facial hair. This was one of the many things she loved about him. Her eyes found his once more as he began to talk. She laughed and shook her head. “What a strange thing.” Her heart leaped at his invitation. “Yes. I would love to. You have my permission and interest. If they do not have the festivals any more, perhaps you could show me something else?” The Silver Queen tried her best to hide her excitement. Just the thought of spending even more time with him, made her giddy. The beaming smile never left her face as she thought of sharing the festivities with him.
As soon as the words left her words, she realised what she had asked. A faint blush tinted her pale cheeks. “Y-Yes, Ser.” Her gaze fell to the floor. Before requesting, Daenerys forgot how intimate the action was. At his next words, she looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Practising on a dog? A dog could never compare to you… You are by far, more superior, no matter what you think.” Her eyes found his shining orbs. The beautiful sight brought another smile to her face.
Her small heart fluttered in her chest as she neared him. His scent grew stronger, as did the heat. Gently, her lips pressed to his bristled cheek. Her eyes closed as she became more comfortable. Her eyes flickered open at his words. “Se..” She was cut off by the sensation of his hands on her hips. Leaning into his body, she was surprised to find his lips on her’s. Without hesitation, her hands travelled up to his face. One cupped his cheek, the other stroking the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Her eyes closed as she returned the kiss. Her petite body pressed against his. The kiss was urgent, filled with all the things that the Khaleesi could not say. She couldn’t confess her love for Ser Jorah Mormont.
She stepped closer to him, and he felt it more than saw it. He was suddenly wrapped in the scent that she teased him often with. It wasn’t quite a flowery smell … it was stronger than that. Whatever oils she used to bathe with, she had chosen well. They made his mind cloud and become hazy. When she asked why he touched his sword, he shrugged a shoulder. “Old habits, my Queen. When you’ve spent some time as a sellsword, your hand never leaves your hilt for long.” Or served in wars either with or against the Braavosi. Jorah had never known such fierce and frantic fighting. How he had survived such battles, he was never quite sure.
As her fingers moved through the scruff, he found himself purring slightly, a look of longing burning in his gaze, though he tried to repress it. “My beard keeps me warm,” he told her. “Though it is not so difficult in this hell of heat. You should see the beards the men you will rule have. In the North, there are oft festivals where a man competes with others on how long his beard is.” Jorah chuckled to himself, the sound rich and throaty. That had been quite spectacle. “No way for a knight to be groomed, however. It becomes a liability.” Jorah paused when she frowned at her words … her face seemingly to fall.
He wanted to tell her. But how could he? He was just a minor lord’s son. A disgraced and exiled one at that. When princes and highlords came to call upon her hand, how could he ask hers for himself? He had no real land to give her … All he had was himself and his love.
Stepping nearer, she enveloped herself in his scent. The blonde couldn’t pinpoint the exact smell, but she loved it nonetheless. It was not only his aroma that enticed her. The crystal sharpness of his eyes, also pulled her in. Looking up at him, she noticed all the small things she couldn’t see from afar. The way his eyes crinkled at the sides as he smiled. With a content sigh, she watched him. Hearing his words, she nodded lightly understanding them. She knew there was probably something that he was hiding, but she wished not to press the issue. Being this close to him, Daenerys had to refrain from leaning into his arms, engulfing herself in his arms.
The noise that left Jorah’s throat, brought a grin to the female’s face. He looked so happy, so comforted. Her slender digits traced the outline of his beard before moving up to cup his cheek once more. The Queen knew this was just an excuse to be so close to the other, but she couldn’t bring herself to draw back. “I think it suits you. I couldn’t imagine you without it.” Her eyebrows raised at his next words. “Sounds like a silly competition. Intriguing though.” A small smile played on her lips. “Perhaps I could take care of your grooming from now on?”
Another sigh left her lips as her hand fell. It no longer cradled at Jorah’s cheek. After a moment’s thought, she looked up once more. Without any other words, her hand reached up to his cheek again, as her lips came into contact with his other.