Instinct, perhaps; she had known only one lover before, and him only briefly, but with Margaery, it was easy to do just what felt good to her, what she thought might feel good. Matching their reactions, as it were.
"Of course," Daenerys exclaimed, biting her lip and pressing Margaery closer to her. "You're... I just want to please you, as you are doing for me." The words came out in a rush, soft and almost sheepish, but she saw no point in stopping herself from saying them.
"Tell me," she added, a bit more firmly. "Tell me what you like."
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"Of course," Daenerys exclaimed, biting her lip and pressing Margaery closer to her. "You're... I just want to please you, as you are doing for me." The words came out in a rush, soft and almost sheepish, but she saw no point in stopping herself from saying them.
"Tell me," she added, a bit more firmly. "Tell me what you like."