modernmanpain | A Night In

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A Night In

What: Drogo drops in to surprise Dany.
Who: Dany and Drogo
When: November 2011, shortly after Complainte de la Butte
Warnings: possible mentions of abortion

Perhaps he was getting a little too close to Dany. The notion had occurred to Drogo more than once, but he dismissed it once more, as he always did. True, she was younger. Perhaps too young, the way she sneaked around and hid things from her brothers. Those were the actions of a girl more than a woman. There was a fierce woman in there as well. Drogo caught glimpses of her now and then, the fire Dany had at times, and he wished to see more of it.

And it was also true that she was foreign to him. She was nothing like the women Drogo typically bedded--a wealthy American, a college student, sheltered in ways he never had been but worldly in a world he did not particularly know or understand at the same time. Perhaps that was why he liked her so much. Perhaps that was why he had not simply taken her to bed the day she visited his stables and then moved on. He could have. It would have been simpler, and it would have certainly kept her brothers out of his way.

Drogo seldom did things for the sake of expediency. He did them because he wanted to, whether there was risk to them or not. Pursuing a girl like Dany might end badly in any number of ways, but somehow, it did not seem to matter. Drogo had some instinct about it, a feeling that he would not name that made the decision rest easily on his shoulders. This was what he wanted. So, he would pursue it.

It was that thought that brought him to Dany's door on what was admittedly a somewhat chilly November night. She did seem to love dancing, and Drogo had found just the place to take her. The lack of advance planning did nothing to stop him from ringing her doorbell. Spontaneity was wholly underrated.

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"Oh god...hngh." Dany tried to use words, but holy hell, he was good at that. "Yeah...yeah, it's good..." She just tried not to make any sex noises. Daenerys was a high-class, high-society celebutante who was constantly dodging the press, currently hiding a serious health condition (and generally not taking care of her body anyway, with all the alcohol and lack of sleep), dealing with multiple lovers and a mentally unstable brother, and spending eight hours a day in dance classes. And it had never even occurred to her to get a massage. Her muscles were rock-hard, and yeah, it felt good.

"Then perhaps you should take off your shirt and lie down. You are tense, Dany..." Drogo murmured, feeling those tight muscles in her back gradually begin to relax as he continued massaging her shoulders. It would take some time to get her fully relaxed, he was certain, but he did not mind. It would require ignoring those pleasured little sounds that she was making--they were rather tempting--but Drogo could control himself, regardless of his appetites.

"But now I'm in a bliss-coma..." She made a noise that was halfway between laugh and whine. Dany didn't want to start down the path of taking clothes off. This felt good as it was, but if she took her shirt off she was going to start getting turned on and that would only end in tears. The muscles under her shirt were thicker than might be usual, with less fat under her skin than most women would have, the rigidly developed tone of a dancer. His hands soothed them, though, loosening the tightly corded things in a way she wasn't used to.

"A bliss coma already...?" Drogo asked, a note of amusement in his voice as he continued massaging his way down her back, feeling the muscles lose their tension as he continued. It was easy to feel the muscles under the skin; they were well-developed, and Dany had little fat on her body.

"If you take your shirt off and lie down, I can do this better. If you fall asleep in the process, I will take no offense."

Honesty was good, right? Drogo generally seemed to take bluntness and honesty well. "I think if I do that I'll start wanting to fuck," she said, biting her lip as he reached her lower back, where she carried all the tension from her cramping uterus. "And that's only gonna end in tears, cause I can't." Not that she didn't always kindof want it, just looking at him, but she could do what she could to head it off.

"You cannot." Drogo thought on that for a moment. Dany sounded quite certain of that. Was her injury so serious as that?

"I would tell you that you may feel better after this than you realize if I wished to change your mind."

He smiled at her, pausing to push up her shirt a little to expose her lower back. "I can promise this is not that kind of a massage. You will relax. It goes toward sleep rather than toward sex. No tears, Dany."

Ffff.

"Okay, fine," she said finally, tugging her shirt up and stripping it off, setting it on the coffee table. At least she was wearing a bra, even if it was just a sports bra. Normally she wouldn't, just being at home, but compression was supposed to be the treatment for engorgement, which was a thing she hoped never to deal with again. She dearly hoped he wouldn't tell her to take that off, too. She hadn't leaked in two days, but...

"I think you're a demon," she informed him, pulling her hair forward over one shoulder. "No human is this persuasive."

Drogo drew back enough to allow Dany to remove her shirt and lie down. He had no intention of asking her to take off her bra. That would suggest that he actually wanted something other than to help her relax, and it truly was not necessary. This would allow him to massage her lower back without any clothing in the way, and at the moment, that was all he had wanted.

He smirked a bit wickedly at her words. "You would not be the first to think so. A demon with very good hands, is that not so?" Drogo moved closer to her once Dany had shifted her position, urging her to lean forward a little. He the concentrated on her lower back, his hands warm as he worked to ease those tightly knotted muscles.

Dany did lean forward, then laid forward, folding her arms on the arm of the couch and resting her cheek on them, watching the Call of Duty lobby screen. "Very good hands," she agreed, sighing. It was actually working, she could feel her cramps relaxing away too as he worked the tension out of her lower back.

"Man," she commented. "If this is the kind of shit that happens when I'm young, I kindof want to just kill myself before I get old. Or start bathing in the blood of young virgins. Elizabeth Bathory seemed to like it." Dany closed her eyes and just laughed a little, because what the hell was she on about? Apparently he was relaxing her tongue, too. Which meant she had to be careful.

Drogo continued massaging Dany's back as they spoke, paying careful attention to each of the tense muscles he found as he worked get each to relax. He was good with the physical, even when it was not sexual. Drogo would like to make Dany feel better for its own sake.

He looked amused as she spoke of killing herself before she got old or bathing in the blood of young virgins. "Bathing in blood does sound a little messy, but it is preferable to death. Are you really feeling so bad as that?"

"Yes," she said, without hesitation. After another minute or two she moved, brushing his hands away as she sat up and leaning back against him, snuggling up and drawing his arm down around her shoulders as she rested her head on his chest, where she could tilt back and look at him. "Sorry you didn't get to take me out dancing."

Drogo allowed his hands to be removed as Dany sat up once more. He was not sure what she meant to do until she leaned against him and wrapped his arm around her. His expression softened as he gazed down at her, feeling the warmth of her body as it curled into his.

"I will get to take you out dancing another day. Nothing is lost, Dany."

Drogo was silent for a moment, tucking his arm around her a little more firmly. "I do not mind a night like this." It was actually rather nice.

Dany sighed contently. "We could watch a movie," she offered, looking up at him again. "Or I can teach you to play Call of Duty," she said, gesturing at the idle screen of the game that had been sitting there. "Or if you know how to play we can see how bad I'll kick your ass at it."

Drogo glanced over at the screen. He then turned back to Dany and shook his head. "I do not know how to play, so you will have to teach me. What kind of game is this Call of Duty?" Drogo had never spent any time playing video games, so it was something foreign to him.

Dany grinned, sitting up and grabbing her shirt to pull it back on. Oh, this was totally her thing. "It's a first-person shooter. Basically, you run around and try to kill the other dudes before they kill you. You can play it online with other people, or you can play missions against the computer, or you can do multiplayer." She got up and grabbed the other controller from where it sat near the x-box, turning it on and handing it to Drogo. "I'm amazing at it," she said, sitting back down and grabbing her own controller again.

Drogo listened as Dany explained it. He could appreciate a game that was based on running around and trying to kill other people. He gave a nod of his head, accepting the controller when it was offered to him.

"Amazing, eh? Why don't you show off a little first? Then teach." He had a feeling he would enjoy seeing that.

Dany grinned at that. Oh, showing off she could do. "All right, I'll get online so you can see how it's normally played." She picked up her headset, plugging it into the controller and putting it on her head. "With this, you can talk to the other players. For some games you don't need it but for ones like this it's pretty necessary."

She hit a few buttons until she found a game to jump in on, and a minute later it was starting. A tinny voice could be faintly heard from Dany's earpiece, and she grinned. "Yeah, that's right, you little dogfucker, it's the dragon girl. You better lube up, you little bitchmonkeys, I'm about to buttfuck you so hard I'll give you a lobotomy."

Drogo grinned back, watching Dany don the headset and begin getting things set up so that she could play. He rather liked seeing this side of her, which was one he had not witnessed. He never would have guessed that she played games like this.

His eyebrows rose when Dany began speaking into the headset. The flood of obscenities that suddenly came from her mouth was also unexpected. His surprise quickly changed to amusement, and he gave a low chuckle. "Giving threats is part of the game too, eh?"

"The best part," she said, grinning and covering the mic briefly before her hand went back to the controller. "What's that? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of your death rattle." The game had barely started and Dany killed someone quickly, her character sneaking up behind theirs and slitting their throats, assuming that's a thing in COD because I have no idea. "Yeah, let me show you how a real man gets it done. Hey, how is it that I'm a girl and I have more balls than the rest of you combined?"

"So I see." Drogo alternated his gaze between Dany and the screen, watching as she continued her line of insults. At the same time, her character moved across the screen, slitting the throat of one of the other characters. He only looked more amused as she lay claim to more balls than everyone else in the game put together.

"Impressive, so far."

The character pulled out a gun and started shooting at the feet of someone nearby, making them try to run away but they hit a wall. "Yeah, come dance with me, compadre!" she said, laughing. "Oh my god, seriously? You're not even gonna make it hard? Tell you what, put the god damn controller down and come back when they cure your cerebral palsy."

Drogo laughed along with her as Dany continued insulting her opponents. It was pretty amusing to watch her send someone fleeing straight into a wall. "Not much for strategy, that one. Or hand-eye coordination." Perhaps he should not mock others, considering that he had no idea to play, but he hardly cared.

Suddenly, the screen turned red, and Dany gasped, face contorting into an expression of rage. "WHAT! Who just fucking sniped me! Come face me like a man before I show you how to use that gaping vagina, you dickless little shit! Come on, show us that pussy you got under the sniper gear, I got plans for it!"

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