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“I stood outside your door, ready to knock and do you know what I heard?” Her throat moved as she swallowed, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to skim over a plump lip. He wanted to sink his teeth into that lip, the overwhelming need for her growing impossibly greater. Instead of answer, she dug her fingers in deeper, the urge to rip off the layers between them causing him to finally push into her. She let out a small groan and he caught her head as it fell back, his fingers snagging in braids as he threaded them into the mass of silver. “What were you doin’ in there, Your Grace?” It was a growled demand, her body shivering against him all the answer he needed to tell him exactly what she had been doing. “Jon.” She fucking whimpered his name.

She was surprised by the vicious want stabbing through her, the sudden despairing need to know his emotional scars, to have him unravel them in front of her so she could do the same. Show him all the broken pieces she kept hidden by her cloak of haughty indifference. See what his reaction would be when he learned the truth about her. Would it drive him away and cure some of the palpable tension between them, the type of tension that made her want to melt in a puddle, want to shove him as far away as possible. Or would he accept all of it, all of her and help her piece it all back together. Between the Raindrops by notpmahlem

“Snow.” It was a quiet reminder as she ran her finger down his nose, tapped lightly on the end. “Daenerys Targaryen Snow.” “Are you sure you want to take that? It’s an ugly name.” “It’s your name so how can that be ugly?” How did the man who healed her, always manage to break her heart? “I’m a Snow now. Our child will be. And I think that’s the best thing ever.”