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[ungentle]

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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[highgardenqueen]

It would be a miracle, but poor Sansa was a sweet girl and deserved it.

As did Daenerys, too, though the thought of having her leave the city made Margaery upset for reasons she could not quite fathom as of yet.

"Mmm, no games, then," she told her, her hands stroking Daenerys' hair while her lips moved from her cheek slowly around until they were a breath apart from her lips. Waiting for permission to kiss her.

Margaery noticed that she did not answer the second part of her queries, but did not press it any further. Not when they were alone and slightly drunk, and Daenerys' mouth was so incredibly tempting.

oh my gosh I thought I'd replied to this like a month ago. I'm kicking myself and apologizing lots.

[ungentle]

"No games," Daenerys repeated. She wasn't sure what this counted as, but she wasn't about to say that (she didn't want to risk it if what this was wasn't a game but the friendship that Margaery seemed to want).

But maybe it wasn't friendship at all. This wasn't like the paltry and shallow attempts at seduction she'd been subjected to at court, this wasn't like the awkward dance of secret courtship that she and Jon had done, this wasn't like anything she had a frame of reference for. But she could tell, at least, what it was that Margaery had in mind.

And for reasons she didn't quite understand either, she wanted it too, though all she could think to do was nod very slightly.

it's okay, no worries!

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery took a deep breath at the small nod as a sign of permission, the one she had been waiting for, and leaned closer to Daenerys. She let her lips brush slightly against the softer, sweeter ones and inhaled her scent with a smile.

Yes, she thought to herself as a hand kept lightly touching, careful not to press or push Daenerys too much, while Margaery simply enjoyed one of the finer things in life that her grandmother had always spoken of.

It wasn't a normal seduction, and it wasn't part of the game. It was a woman simply wanting another woman, the warm and soft touch, the comfort. Everything that a man could not provide.

"You taste exquisite," she whispered to her.

Re: it's okay, no worries!

[ungentle]

Daenerys gasped, she couldn't help it. Had it really been so long since she'd known this sort of tenderness? And this was different even still, there had always been an urgency with Jon and this, this luxuriated, this was soft and sweet and good, this felt suddenly like the rightest thing in the whole world.

In fact she couldn't explain why, exactly, but she knew it with a certainty.

"Thank you," she whispered back, because what else was she to do, really? Almost reverently, she brushed fingertips over Margaery's cheekbone, took in the details of her pretty face.

Only when that had been done did she move back in for another, oh-so-slightly deeper kiss.

[highgardenqueen]

The deeper kiss allowed Margaery to revel more in the feel of Daenerys against her, and she found her hands wandering slowly over her face, hair, and then lower onto her arms and then...

Margaery let them rest in Daenerys' lap, a slight brush back and forth, teasing and promising.

It was slow and seductive, things Margaery had been told she excelled at but things she had never had a chance to experience with a woman... and oh, what a woman Daenerys was! She could not help the smile on her face as she kept up every little touch and kiss.

[ungentle]

She was very aware of the movements of Margaery's hands, but all she could think was how very much she wanted to see where they would travel next. Whether or not it had been the other girl's intent to get her to let her guard down, she'd succeeded.

Suddenly though, she blinked slowly and rather nervously. "Should we..." Be doing this where anyone could see, Daenerys meant. Because even if nobody was around, someone may have seen (that was so often the way of things in this city).

She wanted the answer to be yes, though, so the words came out faint, almost hesitant.

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery stopped all movement for only a moment, then gave Daenerys a wide grin. "There's no one else here, Daenerys. I sent them all away so we could be alone."

Not that she wished to presume anything; she simply wished to be cautious.

"I... can stop," she offered, though, hoping the answer would be no.

[ungentle]

"No," Daenerys said immediately. "I mean -- no, don't... don't stop."

A long pause. She could only imagine all of the ways this could go wrong, everything they'd be made to deal with if they were caught, all of the scorn they would face and especially in her case the chastisement and worse, but right now? She couldn't bring herself to care.

It was foolish, but it was inevitable.

"Please," she whispered, softer and more careful. "Keep going."

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "If my Lady so commands me," she whispered with a quirk of her lips before her hand pushed at the fabric between Daenerys' thighs again and began rubbing, harder this time.

Her mouth moved to those lips, so soft and inviting, and while the thought occured to her that no, she should not be doing this and perhaps not here, that thought was pushed aside in favor of tasting Daenerys again. Already jealous of the "other" she'd spoken of, hoping to bring a little of the blush to her cheeks somehow.

Margaery's hands worked on the gown, pulling it up Daenery's legs until bare skin was showing, and then she pressed her hand back inside to play, tease, and explore.

[ungentle]

She didn't mind it, she'd asked for it to continue, but that sudden boldness on Margaery's part took her entirely by surprise. Somehow she'd expected that the other woman's hands would... well, that they wouldn't move straight to that. Not that she was opposed, she just was starting to worry that her experience was considerably less than might have suited.

"Margaery..."

She must have looked so frightened in that moment, her eyes wide and her mouth fallen open entirely. But this was still rather a new experience, and -- oh, her legs were exposed and Margaery was teasing her and it was a little too much to bear.

[highgardenqueen]

She saw the look and stopped again, worried as she pulled slightly away from Daenerys. Mentally, she cursed her family. The members of her family always were too bold, too willing to explore and experience new things.

"I... I apologize," she whispered as her hands tried to right Daanerys' skirts, and she resisted the urge to lick her fingers clean.

Her eyes moved away and stared absently at the food on her plate - perhaps she'd read the signals wrong. Perhaps Daenerys did not actually want this and she was only interested in experimenting. Something "fun" that could be chalked up to youth.

"It must be the wine," she said by way of excuse, finally brushing her own hair away from her face, still refusing to look at the beautiful woman beside her.

[ungentle]

It was, for lack of a more reasonable explanation, more complicated than that. Daenerys wanted -- oh, how she wanted -- but she was skittish to say the least. She'd known one almost-love, but most of her experience in this regard was decidedly lacking (most of her experience with romance was men muttering innuendos at her as she passed, sometimes daring to reach to touch her if she got too close but no more than that). She was frightened because she still only knew Margaery the little bit, still couldn't be sure, but -- maybe that wasn't important.

"Don't be sorry," she implored, still staring with those wide eyes. "It's not... I'm interested in the same thing you are, I think, I just..."

A frown, and Daenerys wrung her hands. "I don't want to disappoint," she finally finished, which wasn't all of the truth but was a part of it.

[highgardenqueen]

"I don't see how you could." Margaery said it as gently as possible, a small hope bubbling from within that she hadn't just made a complete and utter fool of herself.

She poured out more wine for them both, not touching Daenerys at all. "Perhaps we should start over. Some wine and maybe... Somewhere else that isn't so public?"

It was a rather silly notion, she figured, but she was willing to give it one more chance.

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[ungentle]

Daenerys could think of at least four different ways she could off the top of her head, but she wasn't going to get into it and seem as if she was begging for pity (she'd already done that so many times in their short meeting, she felt). Instead, she pressed her lips together and nodded.

"Some wine," she agreed after a moment. "And I... a change of location would do wonders, I think."

After all, so many of her worries could be alleviated by knowing there was an even better chance nobody would disturb them.

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery nodded and thought to herself, finally deciding on the quarters she had been given. No one would enter unless she asked them, and honestly she could not think of any other place that would afford them the privacy.

"Follow me." There was a small smile on her lips as she extended a hand to help her stand, before she let go so Daenerys could simply follow.

Once they were in her quarters and the door was locked, she was nearly breathless. She needed to let the other woman take the lead. "Well. Here we are."

[ungentle]

Daenerys followed behind as asked, keeping a couple of feet between them out of both a certain deference that had been ingrained in her and also from the sudden sense that if she was any closer she'd be tempted to reach again for the other woman's hand or do something else that might cause trouble.

But once the door was closed, she was all smiles, her heart fluttering in a much more pleasant way.

"Here we are," she repeated in a near whisper, stepping as close to Margaery as she'd wanted to in the corridor.

[highgardenqueen]

There was a small sigh of relief from Margaery as soon as Danaerys stepped closer, and she ended up bridging the gap between them, reaching out a hand to stroke the silver hair in admiration.

It was the smile on her face that truly put Margaery at ease finally, and she returned it in kind.

"May I... kiss you?" Perhaps by starting over, by asking instead of assuming, things would be better.

[ungentle]

Daenerys' breath caught when Margaery reached to touch her -- soft, tender, it was something she'd not thought to find with anyone in this city, truthfully. Even if the circumstances were, like this one, nontraditional at best and something that required more concern than she cared to give right now at worst.

But Margaery was sweet. Margaery was someone that she -- not trusted exactly but also she didn't not trust her -- Margaery was worth it, at least possibly.

"You may," Daenerys murmured, making a point to keep eye contact.

[highgardenqueen]

She nodded her her once, then closed the gap and gently brushed her lips against Daenerys to and fro, not trying to take anything more from her or to push. She had done that just recently, after all, and it had not gone over well.

When she pulled back, Margaery looked at Danaerys and wondered what the other woman was thinking or feeling. Instead, all she said was, "Was that... acceptable?"

A bad turn of phrase, she corrected herself immediately, but she was uncertain how they were to proceed.

[ungentle]

Daenerys was blushing again, but for an entirely different reason this time: she could feel Margaery, confident and pretty Margaery, getting nervous alongside her and that had been the last thing she wanted. (Truthfully, she'd hoped that once they were alone Margaery's confidence would grow.)

So -- all right. It was time to get a bit more confident herself.

She let a hand drift to Margaery's waist, chanced a smirk. "You're being modest," she murmured.

[highgardenqueen]

Truthfully, Margaery would have grown more confident normally but Daenerys' reactions to her earlier efforts had put her out of sorts. She did not wish to make a mistake with the lovely woman at all.

Once the hand was at her waist and the words spoke, though, Margaery sighed and smiled in relief. She gave Daenerys a rather flirtatious smirk in return and answered, "Perhaps I am, but so are you."

Her own hand wrapped around Danaerys' waist and Margaery moved to kiss her again, this time using her lips, teeth, and tongue.

[ungentle]

She let out a soft sigh of surprise at the kiss, not because it was actually surprising but because -- well, it was deeper than the others had been. She only hoped she was returning it adequately.

"Perhaps it is not modesty, but nerves," Daenerys suggested once the kiss had broken, her expression rather shy. "In my case, that is." To say nothing of who Margaery was, what connections she held that could make this encounter difficult to say the least, there was the fact that she was quite clearly worldlier than Daenerys herself.

Another moment passed before she murmured, "Ought we to get more comfortable?"

[highgardenqueen]

"We ought to, yes."

And knowing that Daernerys was nervous, Mrgaery decided the best course of action would be the one to initiate things once more. She stepped away slowly and began undoing the lacings on her dress, until the entire thing fell to her feel and she was left only in her shift.

Margaery smiled and grasped Daenerys' hand, placing it over the swell of her own breast and sighing. "Your touch... feels wonderful," she complimented as she removed hairpins to allow her tresses to fall down completely.

[ungentle]

Daenerys let out a soft gasp at the -- the forwardness of that. It was very much what the situation called for, and she couldn't say it didn't thrill her, the sight of Margaery all unfinished and the glorious soft feel of her.

"I'm glad," she whispered, before she could think better of it adding, "I can imagine how touching you would quickly become one of a person's favorite things."

Shyly, then, she reached her free hand to her own hair, tugging at the twists and braids carefully.

[highgardenqueen]

Margaery's hand wound itself into Daenerys' hair, not tugging too hard (just yet) but enjoying the feel.

She pressed her breast further into Daenerys' hand, sighing at the feel of her fingers through her shift. "You can touch me as much as you'd like to." There was a slight pause before she added...

"Please."