Daenerys took a deep breath, then, nosed against Margaery's thigh for just a moment before moving back in, murmuring pleased nonsense as she kissed and licked at Margaery's center.

And gods, how the entire rest of the world seemed to disappear when she was tangled up with Margaery like this. How peaceful she felt, how pleased and pleasing she felt in turn. She'd never jump to thinking this was any more than a brief reprieve (she was too far down the path to think that way) but if it was suggested, she would jump to letting it be fulfilled as best she could manage.