There was a slight tug at his hand, Dany’s shapely arm stretched behind her as she pulled him forward, eager to get them out onto the Boardwalk. Jon’s eyes fell past the feathers and pink and glitter to the ass that would not quit straining against the confines of a little black dress. Legs with heart-shaped calves begged for his tongue to outline and trace the tantalizing shape before they wrapped around his waist– voulez-vous indeed. She was also working a towering set of heels that made him wonder just how short she truly was, and if her head might fit under his chin just so, in a way that would allow her to hear the crashing of his heart against his ribcage, telling her every secret he might ever hope to hold and then some.
She could have it all. Whatever she wanted, however she wanted it.
He finally managed to stumble after her, thanking whatever higher power might be looking out for him that he had been nursing his drink for most of the evening, because he had plans for them, pending consent of course, and whiskey dick definitely did not factor into them. Not at all.
Voulez-vous, ain’t no big decision.
To my constant: @notpmahlem ❤️
Thanks to @the-last-targaryens for this gorgeous moodboard she made a million years ago, and to each and every one of you who believed me when I said I would finish this little fic. One day. That day is today!