Fire, not many outside of them care to know, can be cleansing. New, lush and beautiful growth blooms after a fire that scorches the ground, and that's exactly what he did for her after a handful of centuries alone and assuming things were better that way. She'd opened herself up again, taken a risk, and once he had her, Claire never looked back.

Her thighs part to give him a natural place to settle, slowly rocking against Jon's hips as she murmurs.

"I find it wholly unfair how badly you make me want you with hardly any effort." She faux pouts at him, obviously not meaning it as her eyes close, getting lost in the rhythm of the meticulously slow grinding she's started.