I know this is not exactly Jon and Dany but Kit and Emilia. I just wanted to leave you something (also requested) until I'm finished with the other Jon/Dany one-shots. Hope you like it :)

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His strong feelings towards his beautiful brunette co-star were by far no secret, not around the rest of the cast. Peter kept thanking George for not having Daenerys and Jon Snow meet in the books so far, because he is most certain that if Kit and Emilia actually get to shoot scenes together they won't be able to separate them anymore. The little man had been joking but it did have some truth to it. Despite the fact that they're mostly shooting in different countries, different continents even the two Brits were always hanging out or making jokes at photoshoots, press conferences and award shows - any event they got to be around each other really. While it was always entertaining to see the two of them having fun, everyone knows what happens when co-stars get closer... a lot of drama.

"What? There is no way you're better at dancing than I am! You even suck at watching Dancing with the stars, remember?" Emilia exclaimed in disbelieve. She couldn't believe that Kit had just accused her of being a bad dancer. He had never even seen her dancing cause if he had he wouldn't even think about criticizing her talent, she mused to herself, still in admittedly fake rage upon his comment.

"I was tired and it was boring and you can't seriously take that as an argument!" Kit pretended to be offended but in reality his single intention had been to push her a little. He was an awful dancer and he knew that but if discussing it would make her prove him otherwise it would be bloody worth it.

They were at one of their favorite clubs in London joined by some mutual friends who had mingled under the crowd leaving the two of them alone. To be honest Emilia and Kit hadn't really noticed in between their inside jokes and playful chatter.

"At least I have any points." His co-star countered, failing to keep her tone serious. Of course her fellow Brit might be just kidding but the couple cocktails she had already sipped made her confident to just show him how right she was with her claim. His mocking glance was almost challenging her to.

As the brunette opposite from him was slowly getting up from the place Kit was way too stunned to react. With a smirk on his features he lend back into the lounge seat and simply watched her swaying her hips to the music.

She was wearing a strapless red dress you'd probably categorize as "simple" if it wouldn't be wrapping around her curves in such a delicate way. It was flared just at the beginning of her hips but that really didn't make it any less revealing.

The way she moved to the modern music was so different from how he had experienced her so far. When she was usually more of a lady, the humorous and delicate type Emilia was now letting loose. The smile on her lips was the same radiant and enchanting one but her movements were a lot bolder, dirty even. We'll as dirty as sweet Emilia Clarke could get, Kit thought to himself, his smirk unintentionally turning into a dazzled grin.

She was truly gorgeous.

"You gonna show me your legendary dance moves or what?" He suddenly heard her saying and focused his eyes on noting but her face again.

Kit really wanted to say no but he couldn't refuse her, it almost seemed physiologically impossible.

The hunky man got up from where he was sitting without complaining and made his way over to Emilia, who by now was giggling from excitement. She had never seen him dancing and the simple thought of him granting her that wish voluntarily sent a warmth through her whole body.

When Kit started moving rather awkwardly in front of her Emilia couldn't help but reach out to touch his hands. It felt weird to touch him in such an obvious manner but it came so naturally that she couldn't stop herself from acting on impulse.

Even though she could sense her co-stars hesitation Emilia gently placed both of his hands on her waist, helping him sync his movements with hers.

The little challenge that had brought them to the dance floor in the first place had long been forgotten as she caught him staring just as intense as she had seconds before, his dark eyes so different from how he'd usually look at her. Not that his usual glance hadn't already charmed her but this was different. He was driving her crazy.

The worst part was that it felt as if she couldn't speak. She was so caught up in the moment that even the thought of moving her lips couldn't possibly result in words so in order not to risk another option she gave up trying altogether.

The silence wasn't even awkward, it actually felt... Erotic.

God, she really shouldn't even think about stuff like that with Kit in a bar but she couldn't help it. His hands on her hips, his eyes on her lips. It was way too tempting.

Milow's ayo technology playing in the background didn't exactly help the situation either.

"See I'm such a dance pro you're speechless." Kit whispered in such a low voice, for a moment Emilia was sure he had noticed her strange behavior and was merely teasing her now.

"If you wanna convince me that swaying is some kind of talent I'm not quiet there yet." Emilia said with a slight shake of her head, acting all mockingly unimpressed. She didn't mean to challenge him cause she was quite optimistic that if he took just one step closer she would lose control over her senses but on the other hand it seemed a risk worth taking.

Following her comment Kit watched her closely for a second. Especially as she slightly sucked and bit down on her lip. How could such an innocent action have so much control over him? Upon watching her he felt his jaw tensing and a significant part of clothing noticeably tighten.

He couldn't control his movements anymore. He wasn't used to being so close to her and for a brief moment he wished that he had never experienced how it felt to be near to her cause it was bittersweet. So good but so very self-destructive. It would be ridiculous to believe that she felt the same way yet he hadto take it a step further, literally.

As he moved closer to the brunette his grip around her changed. His hands weren't loosely and helplessly resting on her waist anymore - one was wrapping around her to pull her closer before taking her soft hand in his while the other dared to brush her hips.

Kit too wasn't swaying anymore as she had accused him of. He was doing actual dancing now, leading them as he spinned her around just to pull her close to him again. His grin was replaced by a more longing glance, directed at her and only her.

Emilia couldn't explain how she suddenly got so attracted to her Game of Thrones co-star , she had probably always been to be honest, but the slow dancing thing was definitely heating things up.

She didn't even dare to look into his eyes anymore knowing that she'd rip his clothes off right there on the dance floor, how over dramatic it may sounded in her head, she knew it was true. The alcohol and dancing wasn't really helping her stopping herself from stepping even closer, if that was possible at all.

They were lost in the moment. It was as if they were acting and the music was their script. Only that it didn't feel like work or pretending to be someone else - on the contrary they could finally let loose and be themselves.

As she felt his hand touching her backside she could see the hesitation written all over his face, which she finally brought her self to look at again. There was an electric tension between them that made it impossible to think clearly while not being able to act upon ones desires. Bittersweet.

"Christopher. Catesby. Harrington." The brunette said, the significant breaks between each name functioning as a warning. A warning that if he'd get any closer, let his hands wander any further she couldn't guarantee for anything she'd do next. A challenge he was going to accept as the reoccurring smirk on his lips gave away.

"Yes?" He asked with a husky, teasing voice that meant the final cut for her. Emilia pulled him off the dance floor with the hand that was already in his and to the edge of the club. While she looked rather perplexed his amused smile was irresistible in the dark.

In that moment it was practically impossible not to lean in and kiss him, but she was too dazzled to move. She just gave him a crocked smile and shook her head at him. "You're doing this on purpose!" She noticed giving him a soft slap on the shoulder. "You're not even denying it!" Emilia continued pushing him slightly. She wasn't mad at him though cause she had been the one to start the dancing and after all she was enjoying it. Nevertheless she was giving herself a hard time letting those feelings in. They were friends, co-stars and she definitely didn't want to ruin that.

Without even noticing she was already on her toes, just inches away from him but she couldn't. By kissing him she would definitely overstep all boundaries left and she wasn't sure she was ready to go there.

Oddly enough Kit sensed her sudden discomfort and instead of lowering his lips on hers he wrapped one arm around her small waist. "Let's get you home."

"I don't want to..." Emilia said quietly, observing every little twist on his face, anything that might give him away. "...go home." The brunette continued carefully but earned a small smile from Kit. She pressed a small kiss to his lips and cuddled up in his arms.

He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. He just nodded cause he understood.

And that was what she loved about him.