Chapter Twenty Eight*

                                    

                                          
A/N: I just wrote a whole chapter in one DAY!! About half of it is fluffy/smutty goodness but that's not the point. Maybe I got it out of my system and can write some plot advancement now. In my defense I feel like there was twenty five chapters worth of built up tension going on so IDK.  Anyway! Smutty sailing ahead. 
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Alyssays is laying at the foot of the bed curled up under a wolf fur and flipping through a book when Jon slips back into her chamber that evening. He is removing his cloak and armor when she asks. "How is the mining going?"
"Well so far. You were right, it's going much quicker now. We broke through that back wall this evening and found..." he turns around and his mouth goes dry. Alyssays has sat up at the end of the bed, her legs curled under her and the fur tossed to the side. He supposed nightgown was the actual term for the garment, but it seemed generous since the sheer purple fabric revealed more than it concealed. 
He hadn't even realized he was striding towards her until she started backing away with a laugh and her eyes sparkling. She scrambled backwards, pale legs flashing and it was only her raised hand asking him to stop that halted him at the edge of the bed. "Bath first." She giggled and pointed to the copper tub he hadn't noticed sitting in front of the fire with warm water steaming invitingly. 
He glanced back to her is a small smile. "Are you implying something princess?" He asked. 
"Not at all. I'm flat out saying you smell like you've spent all day digging in a dirty hole in the ground." She responded cheekily. A moment later she shrieked in laughter when Jon caught her ankle and pulled her back across the bed. The sheer skirt of her gown ridding up her legs and allowing Jon to start pressing wet open mouthed kisses to her soft skin. 
Her laughter turned into a shaky gasp of surprise and excitement. "That's because I did." He popped back and as his mouth reached her thighs Jon whispered, "you smell like honeysuckle. And cinnamon. And heat." Each word was punctuated with a kiss higher on her leg and Alyssays was nearly breathless with anticipation when she responded. 
"I don't think heat has a scent." She gasped. 
"It does." He insisted, his hot breath against her already damp curls. "It's part of you." 
"Jon!" She insisted slipping her hands in to his hair and tugging to get his attention. "You really DO need a bath." She insisted. 
He burst out laughing and drew back from her with a nip to her hip. "If you insist, my love." He pulled the skirt of the gown back down as he stood up and the turned to the tub. He toed his boots off on the way and left them next to the bed. His shirt he shrugged out of and tossed it next to the tub, as he unlaced his trousers he called back to her. "Enjoying yourself?" He glanced back and sure enough she was sitting up and watching him with a slightly dazed expression.  
He finished unlacing his pants and let them drop to the floor. Her cheeks went pink, but she didn't look away, instead her eyes roved over him, taking in every dip and grove and muscle. She meet his eyes, shyness and boldness waring in her gaze. "I am." He eyes dropped down to where he was already hard from what he had been doing to her moments ago. "So were you apparently." 
"Aye, that I was." He responds and steps into the tub sinking down into the hot water with a groan.  
Alyssays attempted to shake off her lust fueled stupor and slid off the bed. she moved to the table in the corned and started making a plate of food from the tray that had arrived just before Jon had come in. She could feel him watching her silently as she moved and knowing he could basically see every inch of her in the sheer gown was wreaking havoc with her senses. She felt flushed and achy and in desperate need of having his hands back on her.