Summary:  You and Pedro, two coworkers from Game of Thrones, go on Borderline to make fruit salad whilst being interviewed and things get out of hand...

Warnings: None. Just kissing. *DRAMATIC GASP*

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"I'm Pedro Pascal-"

"And I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," you added.

"Today," You and Pedro chorused. "We're-"

Pedro trailed off, scrunging his face up in an over dramatized 'confused' face. He stared at the camera for a second and then faced you.

"What are we doing?"

"We're making fruit salad-" Pedro's eyes kindled with realization and he joined in for the last part of the intro, "with Borderline."

People from off camera carried a few different platters of fruits to the white table in front of Pedro and you. You both waited patiently for everything to be set up. While the camera crew finished getting prepped, Pedro and you shared a funny look. Pedro was wearing a faded, orange t-shirt that was complimentary to his figure. And you had one of the sweatshirts the 'Game of Thrones' cast had recieved at the end of filming. It said: "Team BA." There was a twinkle in Pedro's eye that made your insides summersault.

What? You mouthed.

"And we're on again!"

"So what are we doing?" Pedro whispered fervently.

"Filming a Telenovela - we're making fruit salad, Pedro," I snapped.

"3,2,1!"

The light on the camera flashed red, and Pedro and you started to rummage through the foods laid out before you. There were strawberries, grapes, kiwis, cantelopes, and a few other fruits. Pedro grabbed his bowl and handed you yours.

"Muchas gracias," You replied offhand.

"Mm, love some genuine Spanish." Pedro teased.

"And I love when guys are gentlemen and I reap the benefits," You tease in return.

Pedro helped himself to some kiwi slices. Someone behind the camera held up a sign that announced they'd be asking you guys questions and giving prompts for conversation as you worked on your salads. The guy with the poster board was the one who talked to you.

"What's your favorite thing about working together?"

"Um," You picked up some grapes. "I think it's the chemistry? We get along really well and hang out for fun all the time so when we work it's like playing pretend and then suddenly hanging out off and on."

"She also likes that she can steal my shirts." Pedro held his hand to the side of his face, like he was passing some top secret info.

"Hey!" You slapped his chest. "I do not!"

"Then why are you wearing my sweatshirt?"

You rolled your eyes. "Because you have the same one as me and mine is missing and I wanted to wear it."

Pedro stared at the camera knowingly so you stole three kiwis from his salad bowl and popped them into your mouth. He didn't notice at first but when he did, he dumped everything in your bowl back into the empty strawberry one.

"Who has the most fans?"

You both paused to consider this question.

"I'd say you," You answered. "You've been acting longer and you've done more roles. Also Oberyn is like...the internet's whore right now, so-"

Pedro laughed pretty hard at that. "Well technically you're my whore-"

"You mean my character is Oberyn's?" You corrected. The thought of being Pedro's ANYTHING was enough to set your face on fire.

"Well...." The camera zoomed on Pedro. "Yeah."

"If you had to choose one language to speak for the rest of your life, would it be English or Spanish?"

This was a no brainer for you, nor Pedro. You sort of scoffed while adding the last few things to your salad. Pedro shot you a side glance and smiled softly.

"I mean, I gotta go with my first language..." You stated.

"Yeah, yeah," Pedro stroked his chin. "And no offense to those who only speak English but Spanish is just-"

"Sexier?" You offered.

Pedro looked down at you as thought it were for the first time and he was in love with what he saw. He draped his arm across your shoulder and lovingly said: "It's like you read my mind."

You turned to the camera and winked. Eventually, Pedro let you go and threw in the last fruits he wanted into his bowl. The question guy opened his mouth to ask you something else.

"Do you think your characters in Game of Thrones are meant for each other?"

You drummed your fingers on the table. "Well, I'd say yes. Don't you think? I mean, it started out rough and all but Oberyn hasn't been getting into all the stuff he used to before my character came to the palace."

"No, he hasn't," Pedro ate a grape. "He definitely has something for her that's more than just attraction. I would say it'll last but...given my running record in films..." Pedro sliced his throat and faked dying.

"Stop it, you're giving the writers ideas!" You hissed.

"Can you show us your salads?" Question Man asked.

In unison, Pedro and you raised your bowls up. Pedros' was a mix of cantaloupe, strawberries, kiwis, raspberries, and a few blueberries. Yours, on the other hand, had a lot of grapes, strawberries, cantaloupe, and raspberries but hardly any kiwi because Pedro had snatched it ALL before you could even think of taking any. Pedro leaned over to see what you had and smiled like he'd been told a joke. You frowned.

"Where are your kiwis?" Pedro asked.

"You jerk," You chuckled. "Can I try some?"

"Yeah," Pedro let you dig out some of his fruit. The flavors danced in your mouth. "Good right?"

Then, Pedro scooped some fruit out of your bowl. He ate it in slow bites and closed his eyes when all the tastes mixed together. You nodded proudly, eyeing the camera until Pedro's 'yummmm' face became a 'eh'.

"What?"

Pedro smiled impishly. "It could do with more kiwi."

That's it! You thought. In the heat of the moment, you grabbed some kiwis from Pedro's bowl and flung it at him, staining his shirt and covering his face in green fruit juice. Pedro sputtered, wiping the juice away from his eyes. You stifled a laugh. Pedro honed in on you, looking ready to kill and grabbed the rest of the kiwi. You covered your face reflexively.

"WAIT THIS IS YOUR SHIRT! REMEMBER?" You exclaimed.

"THIS IS WAR!" Pedro charged you and you ran off set, barely able to hear the yells of 'cut!' and 'that was great' from the Borderline crew. Pedro got you in the hair with some kiwi and then in the face when you turned around. You hadn't realized how close behind you he was until his momentum threw us both against the wall. "Sorry."

The two of you wheezed with laughter, Pedro even dropped his head on your shoulder, he was laughing so hard. You hadn't bothered to wipe the kiwi away, so you were surprised when Pedro lifted his head again, only this time, inches from my face and didn't pull back. Your eyes connected, and then...then Pedro softly kissed your lips. It was fleeting and gentle and wonderful. You struggled to catch your breath after the sudden turn of events. No one from Borderline had noticed, you hoped. As Pedro regained his breath, he sighed a haggard sigh.

"Delicious."

"What?" I breathed. "Me or the kiwi?"

"Both."