#I AM SO SORRY I NEVER ANSWERED THIS WAAAAHHHH

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watch me go obsessed over the kiss meme for the lobsters either 17 and/or 26? ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

😱 -> Me panicking when I discover this unanswered ask in my inbox. WAIT WHAT WAS THE KISS MEME SALZRAND?? WHAT WAS IT I DON'T REMEMBER 😭😂😂 But also ummm what was I going to write that made me decide to wait on answering? 🤷‍♀️🙈 Ohhhhh the epic Jorleesi kiss stor(ies) that have been lost to the abyss of stolen time, where for art thou? Anyway, no idea if this works with either of those numbers 😂, but here, for your lobster-loving pleasure... ********************************* "Kiss me," she says, never above begging. Not for something she wants. "Not yet," he replies, with a grin, his steady grip on her hand tightening just slightly. "You're impossible," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but doesn't pull her hand from his. If anything she draws a little closer to his side, stretching up, while ghosting his lips. "What if we die before we get there, hmm? Then you'll regret not giving your lass her kiss, won't you?" "Desperately," he concedes, immediately, but he's set on what they've agreed to and his grin doesn't diminish, even if his cheeks turn a little pinker beneath his beard, as her lips accidently brush the stubble at the corner of his mouth. "Oh dear," she says, with her own grin, as she comes down from tiptoes and raises her eyebrows once, daring him to not follow. But they've travelled hundreds of miles to return to this spot and he won't tempt the gods' wrath by breaking an oath, even one made in lovers' mischief, even if it was to Daenerys that he made it in the first place. And even if she's more than ready for him to break it. "Kiss me," she says again, with an irrepressible grin gracing her own features. Sea winds spin strands of her silver hair across her face, prettily. He licks his lips, finding a little salt there, and lemons too, from the midday meal, so tempted... But patience is how he won her and patience is how he'll keep her. And a bet's a bet. An oath's an oath. And if he lets her win... Well, it wouldn't be the first time. Jorah compromises, nodding to the glittering, eastern shore they're bound for, "As soon as our feet touch that sand, Your Grace..." "That's not exactly what we agreed. But I'm glad to know you're seeing it my way," she replies, willing to accept the terms...of his surrender. And he's not one to quibble over details. Nor deny her at least a half-victory. The beach, the limestone arch, picturesque above those crashing blue-green waves, what's a hundred feet matter? To right a wrong from years ago... To kiss her here, at the beginning of all things. Where he should have kissed her first, as soon as he saw her. "I didn't say I'd kiss you," he teases, but she's beaming up at him, knowing the battle's already forfeit. From experience, she knows she's won. The winds are with them and their ship will find land soon, but he'll be lucky if he makes it to the beach. 😘