They were kindred in so many more ways than simply their shared desires and their glimpse of death. They bore rumors and accusations, suffered through loss and uncertainty, as well as the admiration of the populace. There was no denying that he was a well loved king, just as she had been adored by the people once before. Between them, they shared so much and had so many hopes for the world. It all could begin in this room, bound by so much more by word or deed, but by spirit as well. They would share his plans, his intentions and she would give advice. Perhaps together, they could pull the realm out of this chaos, as fate seemed to intend it. Why else would there be so much shared between them and their paths cross as definitively as they had?
She smiled at that, breathless whimpers slipping through her parted lips as she let herself drift freely down the pleasure that her gentle touches brought her. She didn't seek gratification, only to build and heighten her lust, to play within her folds and raise her desire to that uncontrollable level it had been before. Perhaps also, to give Jon a show. The way he watched her, she knew he enjoyed seeing this and that it would slowly shift him back towards the primal. It was a dangerous game, but there was no resisting the response it gave either of them. She wanted them to turn to frenzy. "When you win, I win." She murmured, breaking off at the end as she gasped, finding that particular place that he had kissed and sucked moments ago.
"I'm not?" She asked it more in amusement than from actual curiosity. There was a quip on the tip of her tongue, but she thought better of it. He meant it truly and that he was so protective of her was touching. There was little hope for her position and state, all of it was dependent on what the northerners gave her. Yet, she was treated kindly and was allowed more freedom than others might have offered, including her family. They were too shrewd and knew the value of a powerful guest, entirely dependent and incapable of refusing. Instead, Jon treated her better than that. Even before she knew she loved him, she had believed him to be a good man. "I am bound to your cause and I pray I never give you reason to doubt it. Even without this, I would have helped you, Jon. It is what is right."
It was what was right, but also the direction her heart urged her to go. She loved him and would do all in her power to keep his crown and his lands safe.
"Look not to the Tarleys for aid." She murmured, contemplating who might hold control of High Garden as wardens. Her reserves would be heavily protected, but Margaery doubted Cersei had much interest in managing the lands. She would leave that to another, particularly a family that held no great love for the Tyrells. "It may be wise for me to travel with the coalition that go to destroy the reserves. I don't know if I would be enough to rally the bannermen against Cersei, not when it seems a lost cause, but I might be able to at least find other means of reaching the castle. I know my way through the Reach and I know the weaknesses of the men that are serving her now." The Tarleys in particular. She very much wanted to see the turncloaks pay.
She nodded, well aware of how difficult a situation it was. "It was dishonest of him, but Jamie Lannister had managed to prevent a similar tragedy once before when he killed the Mad King. We have no one that may do the same for us." Which may be a shocking statement to such an honorable man, but the reality was that they only had a short amount of time. Once Cersei realized the war was lost, she would destroy the city. That didn't allow much time for a siege. They had few options on how to put an end to her."
She forgot Cersei in an instant when Jon kissed her lips and drew closer to her. His warm hand teased her breast, causing her to arch and gasp as the tender nipple was rolled between his fingers. She shuddered and gentle squeezed his cock, an idea appearing in her mind. With great reluctance, she let go of him and pulled from his kiss. It was a breathless moment, empty and cold after the heat and intensity he brought her. She licked her lips and glanced up at him, holding his gaze as she lowered herself and wrapped her mouth around his cock.
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She smiled at that, breathless whimpers slipping through her parted lips as she let herself drift freely down the pleasure that her gentle touches brought her. She didn't seek gratification, only to build and heighten her lust, to play within her folds and raise her desire to that uncontrollable level it had been before. Perhaps also, to give Jon a show. The way he watched her, she knew he enjoyed seeing this and that it would slowly shift him back towards the primal. It was a dangerous game, but there was no resisting the response it gave either of them. She wanted them to turn to frenzy. "When you win, I win." She murmured, breaking off at the end as she gasped, finding that particular place that he had kissed and sucked moments ago.
"I'm not?" She asked it more in amusement than from actual curiosity. There was a quip on the tip of her tongue, but she thought better of it. He meant it truly and that he was so protective of her was touching. There was little hope for her position and state, all of it was dependent on what the northerners gave her. Yet, she was treated kindly and was allowed more freedom than others might have offered, including her family. They were too shrewd and knew the value of a powerful guest, entirely dependent and incapable of refusing. Instead, Jon treated her better than that. Even before she knew she loved him, she had believed him to be a good man. "I am bound to your cause and I pray I never give you reason to doubt it. Even without this, I would have helped you, Jon. It is what is right."
It was what was right, but also the direction her heart urged her to go. She loved him and would do all in her power to keep his crown and his lands safe.
"Look not to the Tarleys for aid." She murmured, contemplating who might hold control of High Garden as wardens. Her reserves would be heavily protected, but Margaery doubted Cersei had much interest in managing the lands. She would leave that to another, particularly a family that held no great love for the Tyrells. "It may be wise for me to travel with the coalition that go to destroy the reserves. I don't know if I would be enough to rally the bannermen against Cersei, not when it seems a lost cause, but I might be able to at least find other means of reaching the castle. I know my way through the Reach and I know the weaknesses of the men that are serving her now." The Tarleys in particular. She very much wanted to see the turncloaks pay.
She nodded, well aware of how difficult a situation it was. "It was dishonest of him, but Jamie Lannister had managed to prevent a similar tragedy once before when he killed the Mad King. We have no one that may do the same for us." Which may be a shocking statement to such an honorable man, but the reality was that they only had a short amount of time. Once Cersei realized the war was lost, she would destroy the city. That didn't allow much time for a siege. They had few options on how to put an end to her."
She forgot Cersei in an instant when Jon kissed her lips and drew closer to her. His warm hand teased her breast, causing her to arch and gasp as the tender nipple was rolled between his fingers. She shuddered and gentle squeezed his cock, an idea appearing in her mind. With great reluctance, she let go of him and pulled from his kiss. It was a breathless moment, empty and cold after the heat and intensity he brought her. She licked her lips and glanced up at him, holding his gaze as she lowered herself and wrapped her mouth around his cock.