Daenerys brought both hands up as he leaned in and kissed her. She meant to push him away, her palms made contact with his chest and for a moment, she hesitated. Why should she push him away? She was khaleesi and queen, if she wanted this, she would have it. Besides, his lips felt so soft and warm - chapped by the heat and wind, but still, she enjoyed it.

She kissed him back, claiming his lower lip and moaning softly at the taste of his kiss. This was so different from Drogo's kiss. Jorah was softer, but nonetheless strong. There was passion in that kiss.

But he was not Drogo.

Only theneed, after a good long moment, did she push Jorah back. Even then, it wasn't far. He was still close. Close enough to touch and hold her.

"No," she shook her head, again biting her lower lip. "We can't..."