Her hands were tangled into the silvery hair and she pulled on them, then pressed Daenerys against her breasts as she arched her back so she could get more of her mouth.

Margaery could not help the hiss that left her lips when Daenerys' attentions became not-so-gentle. "Oh... yes..."

She loved a little bit of pain mixed with pleasure, and Daenerys was providing that in spades. "Seven hells, yes, please, more..."

Margaery's fingers tightened in her hair again. "Thank you..." She wasn't sure for what, entirely, but she knew she needed to at least thank her.