Oh, how did Daenerys know that Margaery loved to have her hair pulled like that? She didn't, of course; not that it mattered as her own hands moved up and down the lovely legs and she stopped only to look up at her after the implied question.

"Yes, we should," she said, rising from her spot on the floor and pulling Daenerys with her to her bed before sitting on it. "Please?" she asked, gesturing to join her, always careful that she wasn't pushing Daenerys to much into something she didn't want.

She did smile, though, and licked her lips appreciatively.