It was a simple thing to wriggle out of her pants, pushing them away along with her boots. Jon apparently had fallen into a better position when she returned. She grinned, crawling up and over until she was settled on his lap, naked as her nameday.

It was almost like flying in a sense, when they were together like this. He pushed her higher and higher, as though she were soaring through the sky. It was an addicting feeling, making her realize that Targaryen love was similar to the bonds of their dragons. Magic, deep and powerful.

She rocked her hips against him, gauging his level of excitement. "Has it been lonely in your hammock?"