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10 DAYS BEFORE THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
"Great, Jon, you kinda scared her."
Jon was muttering to himself when he saw the reaction of Daenerys when he said he wouldn't go to the office Christmas party.
He was left alone in the office kitchen. He took his mug from the coffee individual single serving machine and as always, kept mulling over all the potential ways he could have responded that could have been better than just "Don't think so.".
But to be honest, the more he spent time with her as a co-worker/friend to hang out off work was harder for him to take the courage and ask her out.
Perhaps it was her personality, her looks, a lot of things combined that told him he was not worthy of her attention, and that inner voice telling him she was just being kind with an outsider.
Jon went back to his office and tried to focus on the stuff at hand in his To-Do list, but he kept thinking on it.
His mind took him back to his first day at the office, how the typical pleasantries went through when Tyrion, the HR manager introduced him all around the firm, but then he was left on his own to have lunch at the company cafeteria. For a bit he started feeling like a fish out of the water but he guessed it was the typical perspective of someone moving to a new city.
"Is this seat taken?"
He looked up and saw her again.
She had caught his attention when they were introduced shortly before, but didn't have a chance to linger on conversation with her.
Her name was Daenerys, that thing he remembered.
"What?"
She smiled.
"Can I sit with you?"
"Sure, sure, please do. Daenerys, isn't it?"
Her smile widened when she noticed he remembered his name.
After that they clicked immediately. She had similar tastes like him, and he truly enjoyed being around her when she offered to tour him around London and hang out to watch football matches and would not even think about judging him for going to the Harry Potter Studio Tour for the nth time.
At the beginning, he was fine with it. He had broken up recently a toxic relationship and he wanted to be free from drama at least for a while.
But then he found himself thinking of his mate from work more than it would be okay. He found himself fantasizing about the way she looked while she was laughing with gusto and abandonment to his silly jokes and tiny details one should not really focus so much on someone who was just a friend. He noticed his mood was totally different the days he spent more time with her than the days he didn't.
But as the days went by, he never got the courage to ask her out. He thought that if she wasn't interested on him as he was on her, their special friendship would be broken, and he wouldn't like that. She had been one of the highlights of the year for him, an added bonus of moving to London to get this promotion and leaving it all behind.
The office party might have been a great chance, but he was not great at parties with coworkers. He was mostly an introvert, and even when most of his new coworkers were kind to him, he wasn't so fond of networking and in his experience, most of these parties were basically for that reason.
7 DAYS TO THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
He was glad they had planned to go to the ice skate rink that night.
They had such a great time, and even if the folks that joined from the office were nice people, he would have loved to be just with her.
He wasn't lying. His fondest memories when he was little was ice skating with his cousins.
He might not be a little boy anymore, but he enjoyed the exercise and the thrill ice skating gave him.
That was something Daenerys shared with him, and he could not stop comparing her attitude against the one from his ex - Ygritte laughed at his face just at the thought of ice skating with him and said "how old are you, seven?". At least Dany not only didn't judge him, she was enthusiastic at the prospect of ice skating and enjoying the thrill of sliding around on the ice in the middle of a beautiful December evening.
Needless to say he was having a hard time trying to fall asleep that night.
Looking at her flushed by the exercise of skating made him think of how would she look like when he made her reach the highest top of pleasure, how would she sound moaning under him, both of them naked, sated after spending their sweet time in bed.
He tried to put away those thoughts while in her company and with the rest of folks, but at his place, those thoughts came back with a force.
The guys would tease him about going to the damn office party, Grey even saying he could have one or two gals fancying him.
He didn't care for any other than her. The one that was keeping him awake most of the nights, especially this one.
He took his manhood by hand to try to relieve himself, to give some escape for his undisclosed desires for her. He had his eyes shut, imagining it was her hand, not his the one touching him so intimately.
As if summoned, there was a chirp from his mobile phone and by where he was, he could see the screen lighted up and a message from her.
He sighed and finished what he was doing, finding his relief at the sudden thought that it was her mouth instead of his hand pleasing him and a few moments later, he replied to her.
It seemed he was not the only still awake. If only they were in the same place...
"Just stop" he muttered to himself.
5 DAYS TO THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
Since he had moved to London, most of his Sundays had involved doing something with Daenerys. Movies, football matches, going to the pub, going to the park. It was just that he felt so comfortable being around her, and she was as natural with him that he enjoyed meeting someone who wasn't affected or was always putting a face in front of people and hiding her true self. She had her defects, sure: a strong temper and such a way with words that could kill but the positives outweighed the negatives with her.
This Sunday they hadn't planned anything special, and he had thought he might get courageous enough to stop by her place casually but ask her out to go to the office party with him. However, a call he had received from back home had changed all his plans.
Now he was driving north to meet his family in the hospital. His uncle had been in a waitlist to receive a kidney, and a compatible donor had been found.
He immediately called Tyrion to get some time off during the next week and texted Daenerys to let her know.
3 DAYS TO THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
"A pence for your thoughts?", he heard the voice of Arya, his younger cousin and the one she was closest to.
"Nah, my thoughts are worth more" he chuckled as a response.
"Tell me about her." Arya said as a response after taking a sip from her coffee. They were at the hospital waiting room, while Jon's aunt was doing some paperwork. His uncle was going home that day after a successful surgery.
"Who?"
She looked at him with a smirk on her face. He knew Arya could call his bluff off.
"That friend of yours."
He remained silent. Jon didn't know if he wanted to talk about Dany with his cousin.
"She might be amazing if you don't even find the words to talk about her. If it's that silver-haired friend of yours I've seen in your Instagram stories she is truly gorgeous, Jon."
He chuckled.
"She is my friend from work. I had been thinking about going to that office party and take my chance, but..."
Arya cut him short.
"Jon, just go for it."
"But Uncle Ned is in recovery and I am already here..."
"Jon, London is a few hours away and you can come back for Christmas anyway. The surgery went really well and we are all here to take care of him and help mother with him. Give it a go and don't be a pussy."
"Arya..."
"What?"
"Don't use that word."
"Then stop being a pussy and I won't see myself in the need of using it."
She looked at him with her mossy grey eyes.
"Jon, father was the one who encouraged you to go for that promotion in the first place. He knows you have to take care about your future, even if it's far from us. We are your family and we will always be here for you."
THE DAY OF THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
It was not that late, he thought.
It was still afternoon, so he went directly to work.
He was almost rushing to the entrance. His heart started beating faster as soon as he approached Dany's office.
She wasn't there. Her laptop and her personal stuff wasn't there, either.
Did she leave early?
Probably, since the party was later that night and she might have wanted to take her time to get dressed and such.
Half-defeated, he was almost turning back to the entrance but he saw his office door open and thought that he might take a look if there was any correspondence or messages left.
He took the envelopes when he noticed one envelope separated from the rest over his desk with his name on it.
Jon thought the handwriting was familiar so as his curiosity was spiked, he went ahead and opened the envelope.
It was a Christmas card. Nothing out of the ordinary since in the other envelopes, there were another cards, those typical cards he received from suppliers and such. But this was personal and someone had left it.
When he opened it to see the message, he knew who had been.
A sudden warmth invaded his chest, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
She was making a move on him. The card was nice, but she was actually wishing he was there underneath the mistletoe to kiss her because she did like him.
Jon couldn't believe his luck.
Daenerys was such an exceptional woman, and he never thought he would be good enough to catch her attention. Someone like her would be looking for someone better than him.
But she liked HIM.
And Jon suddenly realised he was wasting his time. He ran back to his car, grateful of not finding anyone on his way from work that could distract him from his pursuit.
He was wondering if he should go immediately look for her, but he saw his clock and decided better to go to his place and get dressed for the party.
If she was brave enough to make a move, at least she deserved him to make a grand gesture to correspond.
And there he was, a few hours later, standing below the huge mistletoe at the entrance hall. He wasn't sure there would be one at the office party, but he hoped he could pull something like it, inspired by her message.
And then he clicked "Send" to the message he texted her, using the very same words on the Christmas card she had sent.
The following minutes were excruciating. What if she didn't actually mean it? What if it was just a dare she was pulling on him? She might have thought him gone for the holidays so perhaps she didn't think it through.
What if she had taken someone else to the party or else, had been spending the party flirting with someone else?
Enough. It was already done and, whatever was going to happen, he would face it.
He was already thinking about waiting for a few more minutes before leaving when he saw her.
She was a vision in red, looking so beautiful in her long red dress accentuating her shape and with her long silver hair arranged in beautiful braids.
The best of it, she had a huge smile on her face as if this was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
But nothing as finally kissing her.
He felt as if fire was flowing through his veins and everything immediately was right at that very same moment and everything made sense. He felt her mouth opening softly to his tongue, allowing him to explore further and he felt glorious.
THE NIGHT AFTER THE PARTY
Daenerys grabbed her keys and opened the door that led to her place.
She felt his eyes over her and she realised a random shiver went through her, and she wasn't sure it was because the night out there was chilly.
"Do you want something?"
"You." and he immediately kissed her.
All this time, she had been waiting for this. She didn't care if they didn't take a little more time because all the party she had been looking at him as if she wanted him to take her immediately into his arms and love her.
She started unbuttoning his crisp, white linen shirt while his lips were ravishing her mouth. She felt as if she needed to breath, and gasped briefly to come back and feast on his kisses, biting his lower lip with abandon.
Dany wondered if they should have taken it slowly, but after realising both had been dancing around their mutual attraction, they needed to make up for the lost time and could have started earlier.
He stopped for a bit, and Dany suddenly felt afraid. Was he now regretting for any reason?
His dark, intense eyes gave her the response. All she could see was an intense and deep feeling.
Would it be too early to call it love?
He raised his right hand and softly caressed her face while a soft smile released her from all her fears.
Daenerys took his hand into hers and kissed his fingers softly.
"Your hand is cold."
jon closed his eyes relishing the moment. Then he moved both hands to grab her face and kissed her again and again and again.
She was already on fire. But when Jon helped her to remove her red dress, Daenerys felt she could have burn just by his gaze, drowned in desire for her.
She had never felt like this before.
And this was just them getting started.
Jon took off his clothes and even when she had noticed he had a nice body, seeing him naked was glorious. His abs were like carved in marblestone not in an exaggerated way but he had a nice body.
She was reveling in the feeling of his hands touching every single part of her body, worshiping her with his hands and lips. A sweet torture she thought it would not stop until Dany felt him going down, inch by inch, kissing her collarbone, her breasts, her abdomen to the place she needed him the most.
And she was not disappointed. His lips could have made her died there and she would just surrender at the feeling of his mouth and tongue feasting on her.
She reached the top and had her sweet relief, and it felt as if she had reached heaven.
But they were not done yet. She felt him inside and everything was right, and it was as if they were a perfect mix, while both were moving slowly, on crests and waves and both reached paradise, just shortly after the other.
The night was cold and snowy outside, but she could have sworn they were both on fire while he softly caressed her silver tresses and she was on a blissful state in his arms.
She was home.