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King's Landing had not truly suited Daenerys when she was half-welcome there, and it suited her even less in the time that had followed Ned Stark's execution. He had been her only protector (and perhaps a grudging one at that) and his guardianship of her the only thing keeping her from being turned fully into the pawn she so dreaded being. It wasn't, she supposed, quite so horrible as the situation poor Sansa found herself in: she had gone through as many horrible things as balanced out the lovely ones she'd been promised when her family was still in the Baratheons' and Lannisters' good graces. She had never been in anyone's good graces, she had been in part a prisoner from the start, now the keys had just been given to a different, admittedly crueler, jailer.

It had always been hers to be polite and demure and apologetic, prove that her blood did not define her loyalty. It had always been hers to pretend where that loyalty did lie (and she had never truly been bothered by the Starks, they had always been, if not warm, then decent to her, but the withering glances she got at court -- to say nothing of the wild-eyed lustful ones -- were not a surprise either, and were not so hard to deflect). She had always been treated with suspicion, she had always been moved around. The talk nowadays was of marrying her off to a lord of the Lannisters' choosing, someone true to them who would temper any mild rebellious instincts that may appear (Lord Eddard had always been wary of allowing this, but now he could not stop it).

Until she was played, though, she stayed at court with the others. She wasn't often allowed to be properly alone, and she wasn't often allowed to keep private company with Sansa (who knew what they, daughters of a traitor and a madman, would dream up if unsupervised). She wasn't pampered (she was never pampered) but she wasn't kept uncomfortably. She also wasn't ignorant, though she was good at playing that up. As such, she knew it was only a matter of time before she received an invitation to be entertained by the new queen-to-be, the lithe and beautiful Rose of Highgarden.

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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.

Daenerys moaned, nipping at Margaery's flesh and running her tongue all over it, savoring the sweet taste. "You're impeccable," she murmured before she even had a chance. "Your skin is so..."

But whatever it was, Daenerys apparently took some pleasure in altering it, calling up a flush and leaving little marks all over. Carefully, of course, but very definitely.

"Ah..." was all Margaery could say once she felt the marks on her skin, smiling and loving the very thought that she would have reminders of this moment with Daenerys on her body.

"More," she nearly growled in response, her fingers tightening in her hair as she bucked upward against Daenerys each time her lips touched a new spot.

Then she felt bad for a moment and hastily added, "Please."

Oh, Daenerys was being careful with her marks -- she knew how many of Margaery's dresses were cut, and knew to avoid marking places that might be seen, but she was getting a bit drunk on the power of leaving spots on Margaery's flawless skin.

"Of course," she breathed out, insistent and sweet around Margaery's nipple. "Many more."

She nodded her head and hissed at the feeling, not because it hurt overly much but because they were from Daenerys. She might have said her name a few times, and soon enough Margaery was bucking against her, needing more.

"Please... lower," she asked, because Daenerys' soft tongue and insistent mouth were driving her mad.

The request caught Daenerys off-guard, and she couldn't help but to stare up in awe. "Lower," she repeated, gazing down Margaery's body.

She didn't want to be a disappointment. That was what she wanted the very least in the world at this moment.

It was the last thing Margaery wanted as well, so when it seemed that Daenerys did not wish to do it, then she held her face in her hands and licked her lips.

"Never... never mind, it's quite alright if you don't want to, it's only that you feel so amazing doing everything and I suppose I'm rather selfish in wanting more from you. Forgive me, please?"

"No!" Daenerys exclaimed, a bit too quickly. "It isn't -- you don't need to ask my forgiveness. I..."

A sigh. She wasn't used to admitting vulnerability and meaning it; if she did, it was more often than not a defense mechanism, not a genuine confession. But right now, that seemed important.

"I only hesitate because I don't know if I would be able to please you so," she finally added, her voice all but a whisper.

A frown crossed her face, but it was gone in an instant and Margaery pulled Daenerys to her lips for a brief kiss.

"You please me greatly, Daenerys. I've no idea why you think you don't, but seven hells, you do. I'm the one who is worried about pleasing you properly."

She let her face go and brushed aside a silver strand of hair gently. "Let's trust each other now."

"I only meant..." She sighed, sure she was pinker than anything else had made her. "I haven't the experience that you do. With... that, with kissing lower."

After all, her only sexual experience previous to this had been with someone who, though lovely, was very definitely not a woman. It was a different skillset, she assumed.

"But," she added, eyes brightening, "I would like that. Trusting."

Oh.

Margaery smiled and nodded her head. "Let me show you, then."

She switched positions with her, then spread Daenerys' legs open. Maergery let her tongue slide down her skin, lower until she could spread open her flesh and then flattened her tongue to rub against the softness to taste her.

"Gods," Daenerys gasped out. She let herself luxuriate in that feeling a minute, that feeling she was already growing addicted to, and then sat up abruptly.

"Let me try," she demanded. "I don't want to be selfish."

She licked her lips and relished the taste of Daenerys in her mouth, but moved to accommodate her request (was it truly a request, she wondered with a smile?).

"Of course," she panted, "though I would never call you selfish.I will tell you, though, that you taste absolutely divine..."

At this point, no, it wasn't a request, it was Daenerys' complete insistence on giving back what she'd been given. This was quite plainly the most pleasant time she'd had in this city, possibly at all, and she both wanted to find ways to continue it and wanted to make it even better still.

So very carefully she leaned to trail her lips down over Margaery's belly, looking up with wide eyes.

She nodded and her fingers curled into the silvery hair, guiding Daenerys and also comforting her, in a way. To let her know that yes, she was doing well and yes, this was what Margaery wanted.

Daenerys was quite possibly the only person Margaery truly wanted. She was not happy with Joffrey as a suitor -- that was political and he was a monster. She secretly hoped something terrible would befall him. Sansa was the only other one who had been kind to her without wishing anything in gain.

Daenerys wanted nothing nor sought anything. For this alone, she was someone honest -- something rare in Margaerys life, and she wanted to keep her closer. "Yes, please," she whispered again before adding, "You're so beautiful."

Daenerys sighed contentedly against Margaery's skin before sliding a bit farther down. "Thank you," she whispered, nuzzling her thigh gratefully for a moment before pressing a kiss to the same spot. "For -- all of it."

This day, as wonderful as it was. She didn't know what tomorrow could bring, but right now, she was happy, and that was something worth treasuring.

So she took a deep breath before moving up to very gently kiss the flesh between Margaery's legs.

Margaery hissed in response immediately, then bit her lip as if to quiet herself. The gentleness was almost too much to bear.

"Don't.. thank me," she managed to tell Daenerys, but then all words were lost as her hips moved up to meet her mouth. The kiss was better than a lick or anything like that in a way; it was sweet and intimate. Tender.

"Don't be foolish," Daenerys murmured, playfully chiding. "Of course I ought to thank you. You're lovely." She dragged her tongue over Margaery's center, teasing and slow. "And you taste lovely. It's an honor."

The only technique Daenerys had to draw from was what had been used on her in those rare instances she'd been tended to thus, but it was easy to make it up with Margaery's reactions and taste urging her on.

"Oh...."

And then Margaery lost all ability to truly think or speak. Moans, sounds came from her lips because apparently Daenaerys was quite excellent and a natural at this. Who would have thought?

She didn't think it was an honor, she wanted to tell her so, but all she could do was move her hips against her mouth, hands tangled in her hair almost forcing her back into place, as she spread open her legs wider for Daenaerys...

Daenerys sighed at the feel of Margaery's hands in her hair, fighting the urge to push against just to get more resistance, a bit of a contrast to the utter softness of Margaery's womanhood.

Instead, though, she reached to grab onto either of Margaery's thighs, making tiny circles with her thumbs to mimic the ones her tongue was currently making over her nub. "So sweet," she whispered."

"Sweet" was not a word most people used to describe Margaery, but when Daenerys said it she absolutely believed her.

Somehow the touch on her legs made her try to still for Daenerys, which was difficult considering that she was touching and tasting all the perfect spots on her body. Margaery moaned her name again and then bit her lip to quiet herself.

She wasn't afraid of being loud, just afraid of how terribly good it was and how it could possibly be far more intense than she had originally planned...

Oh, Daenerys meant it -- the other woman was sweet, in her read, sweet to taste and sweet in behavior and sweet to look on and -- and all of it, and she'd be quick to swear this over and over again.

But she could sense Margaery's momentary hesitance, and so she lifted her head just slightly and whispered, "Is everything all right?"

After all, that was the concern.

"Gods, yes, everything is wonderful, don't stop, please, Danaerys, please..."

And Margaery just didn't beg for anything, not typically, but seven hells, she'd beg for Daenerys and her mouth and hands and yes, she thinks, yes anything, yes please, yes in my bed, yes will you stay?

Could she somehow get our of marrying Joffrey and stay with Daenerys instead? Bring her home to Highgarden, where their relationship would not seem as strange as it would here? Would Daenerys even wish it?

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.

Whatever noises she made only made Maergaery feel better, too. She finally shut her eyes and thoughts to the rest of the world and just allowed herself to feel, to bask in the glow of Daenerys, and soon enough Margery felt the warmth spread throughout her until she wasn't quiet any longer.

Once she had a more clear head, she might ask Daenerys anyway...

Right at this moment, though, she couldn't think. She only felt, moved, moaned, grabbed the silvery hair within reach and gasped out her name...