13 with Danyara for the ILY prompt, if you like!!
Dany frowned. “I don’t understand.”
Yara was gaping at her, and it was really rather distracting, because all Dany could think about was how she would much rather have that mouth on her own (or on a myriad of other places that made her shiver as well). But instead Yara was flapping her gums and pacing quite frantically.
“Dany, what the fuck were you thinking?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m staying with Jon’s family, as you know -” Yara’s loud groan threatened to cut her off, but she gave a firm glare, and the other woman wisely fell silent. Dany wasn’t quite certain what ill blood was between the Starks and Yara, but she quite liked the family that had accepted her without thought. They were a far cry from her own clutch of dragons that had raised her. “And I sought their advice on wooing you.”
Yara continued to gape, but she had stopped pacing. Dany took that as a sign to keep speaking.
“Robb suggested a love letter. Arya suggested carving off the face of an enemy. Bran suggested I pretend to tell your future, and include myself in it, and I couldn’t quite understand what Rickon was saying because his mouth was full.”
Yara still look a bit like she had been struck by lightning. Dany sighed dreamily. She was so beautiful.
“Why the fuck would you trust the Starks with romance? They’re all complete idiots! The only one who’s any good at that sort of thing is Sansa, and my brother is so gone on her all she has to do is take off her shirt!”
“Sansa was the one who told me subtlety was lost on you Greyjoys, and I would have to do something big,” Dany informed her primly.
“So you decided to spell out ‘fuck you’ with gasoline and then light my uncle’s lawn on fire?”
Another shrug. “Robb might not call it romantic, but fire is one of my love languages.”
“I’m eighty-percent positive that’s not actually a love language.”
“Maybe not, but it was my love letter to you.”
Dany was tired of arguing. Apparently Yara was too, because in the next moment, she strode forward, and furiously pressed her lips to Dany’s - a difficult feat, considering the barred door of the holding cell being a bit of a nuisance between them.
“And my future?” Dany’s eyes opened slowly, her body still reeling from the sheer force of the kiss, taking nearly a full minute to realize that Dany had pressed a question against her lips.
