Not The Plan

Well we are really getting a move on now, I promise. God we are like nine chapters in and I haven't even given you guys as much as a kiss yet, oopsie ;p

It'll all come in due time, don't worry!

I do not own any of the characters or the TV show, this is merely my interpretation on it. No copyright infringement intended.

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As more time passed, the Queen that she had worried so much about was finally back to normal. She ruled her own court again and preparations were being made for the Targaryen's inevitable departure for Westeros. More specifically, ships were being built to allow the Dragon Queen's enormous army to make the journey across the Narrow Sea. They were making good progress in the building of the fleet, but it would still take a while longer.

To be completely honest Yara really wished to leave the city, as soon as possible. So she had been doing everything in her power to build that fleet as quickly as possible. It turns out the Queen did not wish for Yara to work herself to the bone and that is how she found herself in Daenerys' quarters one heated afternoon.

"Why again did you force me to put down my work to come and drink wine with you?" Yara asked a bit annoyed.

She was seated next to Daenerys on the same sofa and watched on as the blonde lazily sipped from a goblet of wine. The Dragonborn had held court in the morning and was now relaxing it seemed. Yara sighed and tried to get up, but was stopped as a pale hand wrapped itself around her wrist. The Ironborn girl looked over her shoulder and into the face of the silver-haired girl that had captured her heart. A face that did not seem amused by her antics and was it seemed silently commanding her to stay where she was. Yara rolled her eyes and tried to shake the hand from her hand. It turns out the girl had a stronger grip than the brunette would have thought.

"And you say I am stubborn." Dany said to her sighing.

"I am not."

"You totally are." the blonde fired back and gave her a pointed look, before continuing, "The fleet can wait, you needed to take a break or you would have dropped."

Yara looked at her incredulously shaking her head as if about to refute her logic, but realizing that the girl was probably right. The brunette gave up and sank back into the sofa.

"I know you do not like it here, but working until you drop is not going to solve that. Your men can work without you, your brother should be able to direct them well enough." the younger girl tried to reassure the older of the two.

"Let's hope so, or we're wasting precious time."

"I have waited for that throne for years and years, a few more weeks or months even is not going to deter me from my final goal."

"The Iron Throne." Yara concluded.

"Yes." Dany replied with certainty, though there was something about the way she said it that seemed slightly off. Yara put it away for later and continued their conversation.

"And what then? When you have everything you have ever dreamed of? What will you do then?" the brunette replied, sincerely wishing to find out the blonde's plans.

"I don't know. Rule, I guess." the other replied.

Thinking she was not getting a better answer at the moment, Yara bent to unlace her boots. Daenerys looked at her quizzically, so she replied, "Well, if I'm going to stay here, might as well get comfortable right?" The brunette smirked and got a small smile in return from the other female.

Having unlaced and taken off her boots Yara pulled her legs onto the sofa and crossed them. Daenerys continued sipping her wine, before offering her cup to Yara. The Greyjoy looked at her with confusion. "You looked so comfortable, I didn't wish for you to get up if you had a thirst."

Yara smiled a silly grin at the other girl's behaviour, before she accepted the goblet. Bringing it up to her lips and pouring some of the rich liquid down her throat while closing her eyes. She took in the taste and in doing so she tasted the richness and decided that while she preferred ale, this wine wasn't as bad as some of the wine they had in the place she so affectionately called home. She opened her eyes again and held out the goblet for the blonde to take it back.

Looking up to meet blue eyes she noticed the slight haze that had passed over them and the colour of the sky that it usually resembled was now a darkened storm of emotion. Emotions which she couldn't quite place. Those eyes had considerably darkened and her pupils had dilated. Yara smirked inwardly, realising that only by drinking some of the wine she had made the blonde slightly aroused. And to be completely honest it made the brunette feel so very powerful. She felt the space around her considerably heat up as the Dragonborn girl leaned into her personal space. Blue eyes sought grey as if to ask for permission, giving a slight nod Yara saw the blonde lean all the closer until she felt the firm press of lips against her own.

Pressing back into the kiss, both mouths moved in sync. A warmth spread through the Ironborn warrior and she quickly put the goblet on the table with her left hand, without breaking contact. She felt those lips and could imagine them as she had studied them over the past few weeks. When Daenerys talked, or drank, or licked her lips, or bit her lip when she was thinking. All of it honestly made her enjoy this kiss all the more. For if she was merely kissing some whore in a brothel there would be no memories or feelings connected to it. But oh, Daenerys, now that was a completely different story.

Moving her hands up into silver tresses she moved one of her hands to the back of Dany's neck and the other to the back of her head as she pulled the other girl closer. The press of lips was deepened as Yara tasted the rich wine she and the other girl had both been drinking. But also a taste of something slightly smoky, something that was so completely Dany. The kiss was a mess of clashing teeth, tongues fighting for dominance and an exploration of one another's bodies with wandering hands. The brunette pulled the blonde impossibly closer and before she knew it the petite girl was in her lap. She moved her hands to the hem of the dress that had ridden up her legs.

Fingers moved softly over exposed skin and her fingertips felt as if they were on fire. The heat was what she had been complaining about for weeks, but the heat of the weather was nothing compared to the heat that Daenerys awakened inside her. It was a deep fire that needed to be satiated and every time she had been with the girl, every slight touch in passing or grasp of a wrist, she had felt it. That perhaps was what warmed her most in this city. Perhaps it was the dragon's blood in the other girl, but Yara didn't know. Whatever it was, she couldn't bring herself to complain about this heat. She would burn up if it meant she could spend her time with the Dragon Queen like this.

She felt a chill wreck the small girl that she held and she pressed her fingers more firmly in her thigh over the flimsy fabric of the dress the blonde was wearing. Daenerys gasped at the increased pressure and Yara let out a chuckle as she wasn't even close to touching the girl where she wanted it most yet. The older girl detached their lips and kissed along a pale jaw before sucking and biting the blonde's earlobe slightly. Yara heard a gasp escape the blonde, indicating that she wasn't the only one that was enjoying this. Having spent enough time on her jaw and earlobe, the brunette moved her kisses down the other's neck and sucked slightly on her pulse point. Yara began to move her hand again until she heard a sound which caused her to stop her hands in their advance.

It was a knock on the door that had caused her to stop. Yara detached her lips from the blonde's neck and looked up to her exasperated. "Why must you be the Queen again?", Yara asked her playfully, while feeling slight disappointment and discontent filling her body.

"Well you are a Queen as well."

"Yeah, but do you see my men running in here asking for me?" the playful statement was followed by a chuckle from the brunette and a slight breathy laugh from the blonde.

The younger girl moved out of Yara's lap and even if the brunette was disappointed that their moment had been interrupted she loved seeing the blonde so dishevelled from the attention she had given the girl. From the slightly bruised lips to her messed-up hair.

"What is it?" Daenerys called out to whoever was waiting patiently outside the door.

"Ships sailed into the harbour, your Grace." a small voice came from the other side of the door.

"Ships sail into the harbour all the time." the Dragonborn girl stated with slight annoyance that their mood had been interrupted over something so trivial and unimportant.

"It was a fleet, your Grace. The little Lord wished for me to tell you, that the sails were black with a golden Kraken on the sails. I do not know why it is important to tell you, your Grace."

Yara could almost imagine the girl nervously shuffling outside of the door, but she immediately shook her head when the implication of those words finally sank in. Yara sat rooted to the spot. With all that had been happening in the past few weeks she had completely forgotten about the old, disrespectful fool. Having apparently missed hearing Daenerys dismiss the messenger, she was shaken out of her thoughts by a soft hand on her cheek turning her head to face the now clear and bright blue eyes.

"Everything will be alright. Our alliance will stand, no matter how many ships he might offer me." the blonde offered her as consolation.

"But he might be able to offer you so much more and he will want us dead. And death may not scare me, but after all my little brother has been through I do not wish for him to die now that he is finally becoming his own person again. And all those that risked their lives to sail with us." Yara kept rambling. Not knowing whether she was pleading with Daenerys to not take any offer her uncle might offer her or simply venting all of her worries, because she just couldn't keep them in.

"Hey, hey! Listen to me!" the blonde called out to her, putting a hand on either side of Yara's face and shaking her slightly, "Remember the dagger you gave me?"

Yara nodded, of course she remembered.

"I accepted it and I still have it. I wouldn't dream of losing it and I wouldn't dream of losing you!" the younger girl admitted breathlessly.

The brunette kissed the other girl this time around and this time it was not as heated. What it lacked in heat however it made up in intensity. It was a kiss that showed that they were in this together. That whatever Euron might throw at them, they would overcome it. They detached slowly, the feeling of the other's lips still fresh in their minds. Yara opened her eyes catching the blue, that she had fallen in love with.

"Now and always." the Greyjoy girl promised her. Whether she meant protection, the alliance or the growing feelings between the two was not clear, but that didn't need to be made clear. It was merely a promise that they would stay together. And so the silver-haired girl echoed the words without a second thought:

"Now and always."

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I did tell all of you guys that it would happen in due time at the beginning of the chapter, now didn't I? :p

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Vera