Her back was grateful for the suggestion, even as the rest of her body screamed for him to stroke inside her with his fingers again. That simple touch had stirred the beast inside her and it took all of her restraint to keep from pouncing him back onto the floor and riding him with all the desperation of a she wolf in heat. She shook still in his grasp, regarding him predatorily, sizing up the level of strength in him as well as the pulsing desire that seemed to match her own. The rattling of the shutters was nearly drowned out by her ragged breathing, harsh and excited in her chest. Had they been speaking before? All of it was lost in her mind as she became something beyond human, primordial and wild. Reason fought to regain control, but it was a losing battle. Even if she could manage to make sense of the advice she had to give him, it wouldn't come out just yet. Not until they were touching and kissing once more.
She lead him towards the bed, still unmade from that morning. The sheets were tangled, a testament to a long, sleepless night. Since her waking from her injuries, she found that the twilight passed slowly for her. Nightmares jarred her awake far too often, making it preferable for her to forego sleep all together. It wasn't healthy, as the maester continued to tell her, but the silence and the dark reminded her too often of where she had been before and what she suffered. If she closed her eyes, she couldn't be sure that she was free of the black cells. What was her health compared to her peace of mind? Though all of that seemed to be easily remedied now. She had another to share the darkness with and someone stronger to drive away her nightmares. For once, her bed did not seem frightening, but welcoming instead.
"I seem to remember that challenge," she smiled, stretching across the bed enticingly. She lay flat on her stomach, hooking her ankles together as she watched him lazily. Her face masked the maddening desire that blazed inside of her. Amazingly, she was still able to play and tease, even in the height of her lust. "Was that an invitation to issue more. I know a few ways that I could drive you to the brink, if you let me." It would only serve to torture herself as well. Even being out of his reach seemed to much to her. "I can only imagine the noise that we are creating for the entire castle." She smirked. Were they in the Reach, it would be another matter. Such things were less shocking there. While they weren't as free as Dorne, some behavior was overlooked and ignored. Where else would Margaery have been allowed the freedom to explore her hungers and what would most please her body? The North was rigid in that way, but a part of her enjoyed the brazen rendezvous, no matter the trouble it might later create for them.
"Doesn't the king have duties to oversee today?" She grinned impishly, pulling away before he could touch her again. Her games seemed to heighten the frenzy between them, prolonging the opportunity to couple and fuck, drawing out their pleasure. She couldn't resist playing the temptress, not with the feelings he brought out of her. She never expected to feel beautiful again, not after the wildfire had rendered away so much of her flesh. Yet Jon looked at her as though she were pristine and unblemished. He seemed to regard her as though she were the most remarkable woman in the world. She wanted to bask in that, to enjoy those sensations before reality forced its way back into her life. When he married (as there was no "if" about it anymore), it would likely be to the young and beautiful Dornish princess.
With that simple thought, her reason pushed itself forward from the other crowding thoughts. It hadn't forgotten the important aspects of their lives (now entwined and forever bound). Whatever they might share in body and heart, they still needed to have a care for their safety. This may be the North, but it did not guarantee a lack of betrayal. One need only think of the Red Wedding to remember that. "How long will it be before your men are restless for war?" He had only recently beaten Ramsay Bolton. That would at least sate the most bloodthirsty of his bannermen, save for those that had not sided with him before the battle. The older generation might at least understand patience and the need to strategize, but the younger...she knew from experience with Renly and Loras that they would want to find glory as soon as possible. Soon Jon would be preoccupied with war counsels and decisions about where they would strike while they had the upper hand. With winter finally arrived, resources would be limited, made even worse by the Reach being in Lannister control. How long until he marched off to war and she was left behind?
"I adore you," she murmured to him, suddenly drawn into a level of affection that she thought had been forgotten in the face of her lust. It emerged from its cocoon, as precious as a butterfly and as delicate. It was a trace of humanity that somehow seemed to be left by the wayside when that bestial need appeared. "I love you."
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She lead him towards the bed, still unmade from that morning. The sheets were tangled, a testament to a long, sleepless night. Since her waking from her injuries, she found that the twilight passed slowly for her. Nightmares jarred her awake far too often, making it preferable for her to forego sleep all together. It wasn't healthy, as the maester continued to tell her, but the silence and the dark reminded her too often of where she had been before and what she suffered. If she closed her eyes, she couldn't be sure that she was free of the black cells. What was her health compared to her peace of mind? Though all of that seemed to be easily remedied now. She had another to share the darkness with and someone stronger to drive away her nightmares. For once, her bed did not seem frightening, but welcoming instead.
"I seem to remember that challenge," she smiled, stretching across the bed enticingly. She lay flat on her stomach, hooking her ankles together as she watched him lazily. Her face masked the maddening desire that blazed inside of her. Amazingly, she was still able to play and tease, even in the height of her lust. "Was that an invitation to issue more. I know a few ways that I could drive you to the brink, if you let me." It would only serve to torture herself as well. Even being out of his reach seemed to much to her. "I can only imagine the noise that we are creating for the entire castle." She smirked. Were they in the Reach, it would be another matter. Such things were less shocking there. While they weren't as free as Dorne, some behavior was overlooked and ignored. Where else would Margaery have been allowed the freedom to explore her hungers and what would most please her body? The North was rigid in that way, but a part of her enjoyed the brazen rendezvous, no matter the trouble it might later create for them.
"Doesn't the king have duties to oversee today?" She grinned impishly, pulling away before he could touch her again. Her games seemed to heighten the frenzy between them, prolonging the opportunity to couple and fuck, drawing out their pleasure. She couldn't resist playing the temptress, not with the feelings he brought out of her. She never expected to feel beautiful again, not after the wildfire had rendered away so much of her flesh. Yet Jon looked at her as though she were pristine and unblemished. He seemed to regard her as though she were the most remarkable woman in the world. She wanted to bask in that, to enjoy those sensations before reality forced its way back into her life. When he married (as there was no "if" about it anymore), it would likely be to the young and beautiful Dornish princess.
With that simple thought, her reason pushed itself forward from the other crowding thoughts. It hadn't forgotten the important aspects of their lives (now entwined and forever bound). Whatever they might share in body and heart, they still needed to have a care for their safety. This may be the North, but it did not guarantee a lack of betrayal. One need only think of the Red Wedding to remember that. "How long will it be before your men are restless for war?" He had only recently beaten Ramsay Bolton. That would at least sate the most bloodthirsty of his bannermen, save for those that had not sided with him before the battle. The older generation might at least understand patience and the need to strategize, but the younger...she knew from experience with Renly and Loras that they would want to find glory as soon as possible. Soon Jon would be preoccupied with war counsels and decisions about where they would strike while they had the upper hand. With winter finally arrived, resources would be limited, made even worse by the Reach being in Lannister control. How long until he marched off to war and she was left behind?
"I adore you," she murmured to him, suddenly drawn into a level of affection that she thought had been forgotten in the face of her lust. It emerged from its cocoon, as precious as a butterfly and as delicate. It was a trace of humanity that somehow seemed to be left by the wayside when that bestial need appeared. "I love you."