Laying underneath her beautiful, sexy, hot girlfriend in her
giant king sized bed after a long day of work and a hot shower wearing nothing
but an oversized Stanford t-shirt. The room was dimly lit with the candles that
Alex and taken to lighting while Maggie took her shower.
Maggie had told Alex that she had had a rough day, something
about not being able to save an alien that was being targeted for their
specific species, and she wasn’t in the best of moods.
And so Alex made it a point to make sure that Maggie was
She was being pampered with light, barely-there kisses all
over her neck and cheeks by Alex, who had been feeling overly affectionate
since Maggie had gotten off of work, not that she was complaining at all. The light
kisses were so delicate and carefully placed that they felt like feathers being
dragged across her skin. Every third or so kiss that Alex placed on Maggie, she
whispered her love for the woman against her smooth skin and it ignited a chain
of goosebumps down her spine.
Maggie, becoming extremely turned on from her girlfriend’s ministrations,
had taken to writhing lightly and moving her head from side to side to allow
Alex to give both sides of her face equal attention. Occasionally, Maggie would
look straight up at Alex and allow the woman to press a light kiss to her lips
before she moved back down her jawline.
It was safe to say that Maggie was feeling a lot loved at
After a while, Alex and taken to adding her tongue to the
mix of feelings, lightly licking and suckling at Maggie’s skin, but not enough
to leave a mark. Just enough to leave a wet trail down Maggie’s jaw and neck.
Maggie moaned out light at the feeling.
Just as Alex made her way back up Maggie’s jaw toward her
lips, Maggie’s phone rang loudly from the nightstand beside the bed.
“Leave it.” Alex whispered against her skin, not stopping her
Maggie knew that she couldn’t, though. She knew that it
could be McConnell trying to get in touch with her about a lead on the case,
and she couldn’t miss that.
She grabbed for her phone, making the effort to quickly kiss
Alex’s lips before blindly answering it.
“Maggie,” It was
Lena Luthor,“thank god you picked up. I need a favor.”
If Alex was interested in the conversation, she didn’t show
it at all. She simply continued her before-mentioned actions with the same pace
“Lena, this is ac-”
“Yes, hello. I know it’s
kind of late, but I really need someone to talk to and I believe it would sufficiently
awkward for me to go to Alex about this.”
Maggie sighed lightly in slight annoyance. Was Lena her
friend? Absolutely. They were practically sisters in law and she respected
Lena. Not only because the woman was the CEO of an extremely successful
business, but also because Lena knew what it was like to be in love with one of
the Danvers sisters. But this really
wasn’t the time to being helping Lena with Kara.
“I know you probably have
a million other things to be doing instead of listening to me vent about Kara,
but you’re the only person I feel comfortable talking about with.”
As Maggie went to answer, Alex nipped lightly at Maggie’s
neck making her gasp lightly.
“Maggie? Are you
Maggie swallowed the moan threatening to fall from her lips.
“Uh, yeah. Go on. Tell me all about it.”
“Okay, well, Kara went
back to help Barry with another meta-human catastrophe and didn’t even mention
it to me! Like, I understand that she is an adult and sh-”
Maggie really tried to pay attention. She did. But Alex
nipped at her skin again and Maggie couldn’t stop herself from reaching up into
Alex’s hair and pulling her in for a heated kiss because Alex was driving her crazy.
“…and I’m just worried
sick! I’m terrified that she’s gonna get herself hurt over there with absolutely
Maggie broke the kiss quickly and hummed her response hoping
that Lena wouldn’t pick up on the fact that she really wasn’t giving her her full
With that, Lena broke into another full rant about her frustrations
and Alex took advantage of Maggie’s free lips.
This went on for almost 5 minutes. Maggie listened in
spurts, making sure to make hmm-ing and oh-ing where she felt appropriate. She even
added a few “that’s ridiculous” claims to really sell the performance, but the
last of her control left when Alex switched her body weight from her arms to
her knees and began adding her hands to the equation. Roaming her fingers down
Maggie’s torso until they reached the hem of the shirt Maggie was wearing. She
pulled the shirt up until it bunched just under Maggie’s breasts.
Maggie watched as Alex slowly descended her body and leaned
down to begin leaving a trail of wet kisses beginning from where the shirt met
her breasts and leading down to where Maggie needed her most.
Maggie’s eyes closed immediately and her head was thrown
back onto the pillow at the feeling of Alex’s talented tongue on her body. She began
feelings more tiny nips down her torso and her jaw dropped in a silent gasp
before she brought her bottom lip between her teeth to keep the sounds from
coming out of her mouth.
“-I’m just so worried.
And I’m sorry to have intruded on your night, but I really needed to get that
off my chest.”
“N-no problem, L-Lena.” Maggie stuttered out. Alex was
beginning to get dangerously close to her thighs and Maggie knew she was a
goner the second she reached her destination.
“Thank you, Maggie. Really.”
panted out just as Alex reached her hips. “I-I’m about to h-head to bed.” Alex
moved just a tad bit lower. “I’ll talk to you t-tomorrow?”
“Yes, of course.
“Night!” Maggie all but threw her phone and reached down
to guide Alex to where she needed her most.
She forgot all about her bad day in that moment.
“Kara Zor-El! The next time you go to another planet without
at least telling me first, I will ban
potstickers being delivered to you, and don’t think that I don’t have the power
to do so!”
Lena rolled her eyes and reached for her girlfriend. “It’s
alright. Now, tell me allllll about it.”
Stiles watched as your legs carried your body across the stage, the excitement swirling in your eyes as you accepted the scroll out of the older man’s hand and your eyes immediately locked on Stiles as you raised the piece of paper in the air. He let out a chuckle, winking at you as you walked back to your chair, trying desperately not to fall over the robe that was far too big on you. You paid for the right size robe but because you arrived a little later than everyone else, they only had robes three times bigger than your size available. You moaned and groaned but had no other choice but to accept it.
Believe in magic. Believe things will turn out the way you want them to. Believe you really can do anything. Believe that coincidences are meant to happen. Believe the trees can talk and the birds can really sing. Believe that you deserve good things. Believe the world can be a good place with good people. Believe in angels, and mermaids and fairies. Believe life is and can be meaningful and purposeful. Believe you’re the best you can be every day. Believe in the guidance of whispers you hear as you’re falling asleep. Believe your crazy dream world is more realistic than you thought. Believe the candle flicker, the quick flash you saw, or the bird that landed in your path was meant for you. Believe that those little feelings you got were correct.
If you don’t believe in things, what’s the point? Find your hope, and let it help you. You can do this. I believe in you.
A/N: This is another future fic oneshot from the same timeline as Stallion of Stone. I enjoyed writing about Jon and Dany’s future children that I just had to write a little bit more.
“Will that be the last one for tonight, your Grace?” Missandei asked as Daenerys set down her quill.
“Yes, I think that’s enough for one evening,” Dany replied, sitting back in her chair and running her hands over her belly. “I know you think I’m working too late as it is. We’re finished for the night.”
“I would never presume to tell you how late you should work, your Grace.”
“As my advisor you wouldn’t. As my friend you most certainly would. That’s why I value you.”
The two women shared a warm smile. They had been through much together; grief, heartache, sorrow, happiness, and joy.
“Will you need my assistance tonight?”
“No, I think I’ll stay here and read for a bit,” Dany said as lightning flashed across the Gullet. “It looks like a storm’s coming. I can smell it in the air.”
“Don’t stay up too late, Daenerys.”
“Now you sound like me when I’m scolding Aemon.”
“Well, he does get his stubbornness from his mother.”
“I promise I will sleep. That is, as long as this one will let me,” Dany said, pointing to her stomach. “I think their foot is currently wedged beneath my ribs. At least it feels that way.”
“I’ll have them send in some tea before I retire tonight. The kind that helps you relax.”
“Thank you, Missandei. I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”
After her friend and most trusted advisor left, Daenerys stood from her writing table and stretched out her sore back. Just because she had come to Dragonstone for her eventual confinement did not mean she left her duties behind her in KIng’s Landing. Every day new missives, inquiries, and petitions arrived and every evening after she put Rhaenys and Aemon to bed she would go over everything with Missandei’s help. In less than a week Jon would be joining her from his trip to the Iron Islands. Then, barring anything urgent, their family would remain there for the next month until the babe was born.
She hated when they were apart, but short and long absences alike were part of ruling a vast kingdom that was still rebuilding from years of war and neglect. She was glad to have someone to share the heavy burden of the crown. In many ways she had been naive, despite Tyrion’s warning. Not everyone had welcomed the restoration of her dynasty, not everything was able to be solved with Valyrian steel and dragonfire. Four years after their coronation she was still learning that.
Dany stood at the open balcony in the Chamber of the Painted Table, the Map Room, as Aemon and Rhaenys called it, and closed her eyes as the warm salt air blew across her face. Far below her, fierce waves were pummelling the socks, warning of the storm brewing across the open water. Lightning flashed again, so bright she could see its light through her closed lids and she counted the seconds that passed until the low rumble of thunder echoed across the bay. It’s going to be a big one tonight, she thought with a smile. In just ten days she would celebrate her namesday, so a summer storm seemed more than appropriate.
Summer, Dany mused. Another reason she was glad to be on Dragonstone. The heat of King’s Landing was different from the warmth of Essos. There, it was hot. In King’s Landing it was sweltering, nearly oppressive at times and the large city seemed to stink with the heat. Dragonstone provided an escape from that as well. Here the breezes blew into the castle from the water in a way that did not happen in King’s Landing. Here was the perfect place to welcome her summer child into the world.
Soon enough the rain began to fall and Dany retreated further into the Map Room, running her fingers across the great carved and painted map of her ancestor, Aegon Targaryen, on her way to the bookshelf. She selected a tome before settling back into her chair. The book was a familiar one, given to her as a wedding present by Ser Jorah. In all the years that had passed, she still never tired of the stories within. No sooner had she opened the book than a servant begged entrance to the chamber, carrying the tea Missandei had promised to request for her. She thanked them, took a sip of the steaming drink and returned to her reading, finally deciding on the early days of House Targaryen when Jaehaerys the Conciliator became king after the reign of Maegor the Cruel, and ruled with his wife, the good Queen Alyssane.
Dany propped her elbow on the table and cradled her head in her hand as she read. Before long her eyelids began to grow heavy, only to snap open again with each crack of thunder. Her head had dipped down again when she heard the faint sound of steel scraping across the stone floor.
“Mama?” a small voice said just before a clap of thunder so loud it shook the cup on her table echoed through the Map Room and jolted her awake. She blinked a few times to find her son standing before her, a small sword in his hand and a scared expression on his face.
“Aemon? What are you doing?” she asked, holding her hand out to beckon him towards her.
“The storm woke me up and…and…” His bottom lip quivered as he walked towards his mother and Dany could tell he was quite possibly on the verge of tears. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders.
“And you were afraid?”
“No!” Aemon said quickly. “I’m not afraid! I came to protect you.”
“Ahhhhh,” Dany replied with a knowing smile. “That was very good of you. It’s very late, Aem.”
“I know, but after I woke up I could sleep anymore.”
“And your sister didn’t wake up?”
“Rhae can sleep through anything.”
Her father’s daughter, Dany thought with a wry smile.
“I was just about to retire for the night. Would you escort me to my chambers?”
“Yes, Mama!” Aemon said excitedly but Dany noticed him jump when the next flash of lightning lit up the room.
Daenerys took one last sip of her tea and shifted herself out of her chair. Her body felt heavy with fatigue and she could not wait to sink into her soft bed and let sleep wash over her. First, however, there was a little prince too proud to say he was afraid of the thunder who needed his mother. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it three times and waited for his little hand to squeeze back four times. It was a little code between the two of them, a secret message. Three squeezes meant I love you. Four squeezes in return meant I love you, too.
“Lead the way, Aemon,” Dany said and her son led her from the Map Room to her bedchamber.
“You have a visitor tonight, your Grace?” Ser Barristan asked from his post at the door to Daenerys’s chamber.
“Indeed,” his queen replied. “It appears I have an extra Queensguard tonight.”
Aemon walked into his mother’s bedchamber and laid his sword against a chair. He climbed up onto the tall bed and watched Dany expectantly.
“Stay right there and I’ll be back,” she instructed, moving behind the changing screen in the far corner of her room to shrug out of her gown and into a deep greyish blue nightgown.
The bedroom was dark, save for a few sputtering candles and the occasional flash of lightning. Aemon looked so small in the middle of the huge bed and when she climbed on he immediately settled himself beside her resting his head on her chest and a hand on her belly. She wrapped an arm around him and brought him in close.
“That’s much better,” she said, nuzzling his soft, silver-blonde hair. It was long now and messy about his face. He typically wore it half-up. Like Father wears it, he often said with pride. Now it was loose and wild from sleep.
“Better,” he echoed his mother and glanced up at her. “Story?”
Daenerys nodded and hummed for a moment before she began her tale.
“Do you know why they call me Stormborn?” she asked.
“Because you were born during one of the worst storms.”
“That’s right. You were born during a terrible storm as well.”
“Yes, but you were born during a great Winter storm. One of the worst, even the Northerners agree. I was staying at Winterfell and your father was at Castle Black preparing to seek out the Night King and defeat him. That’s a very long way from Winterfell, but he promised me that he would be there when you were born.”
“Did he keep his promise?” Aemon asked, already knowing the answer for he had heard the story before, but it was one of his favorites.
“He did. He must have known it was close to the time for you to be born. Now, how he and Rhegal made it through the storm I will never know, but he was there at Winterfell when you were placed into my arms, all red faced and screaming and wailing. That very night, the storm died down and from that night on there has never been such a storm like that anywhere in Westeros. Some say that the night you were born was the beginning of the end of the Long Night.”
Aemon was quietly for a very long time and Dany thought he had fallen asleep, knowing that he was finally safe from the storm within his mother’s embrace.
“Mama?” his little voice asked in the dimly lit room.
“I told a lie.”
Aemon nodded against her breast and heaved a sigh. “I was afraid of the storm.”
“Why didn’t you just say so?”
“Because if I want to be brave, I can’t be afraid.”
“Oh my love,” Dany said, shifting her son so that he was sitting up and facing her. “People aren’t brave because they’re not afraid. People are brave because they carry on despite their fear. I was told that your grandfather Ned used to say that the only time a man can be brave is when he’s afraid.”
“Yes. Are you still afraid now?”
“No. Because you’re here, Mama.”
“No, Aemon. You’re not unafraid just because I’m here. You’re unafraid because we’re here together.”
“Do I have to go back to my bed now?”
“Not tonight, Aemon,” Dany said, hugging him and holding his close again. “Stay right here with me.”