It would baffle many why Jon had chosen her. It was well known in Winterfell that the fire had damaged the Lady Margaery. Even in the twilight state between life and death, she had heard some of the women make comments, calling her "ruined" or "once a great beauty." She heard their reactions when her bandages needed to be changed or one of her scars was close to infection. It had cemented in her mind how twisted she had become, the physical manifestation of Cersei's madness. It wasn't until Jon had showed her his scars that she felt safe in bearing hers for him as well. Perhaps a part of her wanted to see his response. Desire and affection had been welling in her with equal fervency, but always held back in fear for how he might respond to her body. Seeing the marks on his chest helped her believe that she was safe and wouldn't be regarded as horrific. It wasn't in Jon's nature, but it didn't remove her fears.
Between the moment she bared her scars to the whispered words "I want you" in her ear, she felt as though she had lived for two lifetimes. Her uncertainty had departed in the face of his blatant hunger for her. What had been a secret in her heart had become a bond so powerful and born equally between them. She might still wish to spare him the sight of her, but it was less about what he might think and more what she did. Somehow, she felt it was an insult to him to show him such ugliness. He deserved beauty and light, what she once could offer completely, but now seemed dimmed, save for when he would look at her with that level of desire that was mirrored back in her eyes as well.
She inched closer to him, becoming absorbed in the act of stroking him. While her hand had no physical contact with his cock, she could feel its hardened shape beneath his grip. Her breathing increased to a harsh level, shuddering through her as she saw the affect the actions had on him. She could almost feel him between her legs once more, writing below her as she rode him fiercely, causing them to howl with pleasure like wolves at the moon. She wanted to see him slowly become undone by his hand and hers, only then would she pull her hand away and replace it with something much sweeter. "I don't think we have enough chances for that. We will need to sleep and eat at times. I don't know if our bodies can survive on simply fucking alone." Gods, but she was losing her coherence around him, focused completely on what lay beneath their hands. "All excellent suggestions. So far, I have failed." She nodded towards her hand, which was now encouraging him in a more quickened pace.
"The court will think we've gone mad." Which was the best case scenarios. It wouldn't stop her from pouncing him and letting him take her before everyone, but a part of her worried that they would regard him as little better than Robert or Ramsay in chasing his desires. She wouldn't be able to deny her own desires, but she could at least have a care for Jon's standing among his men. "Of course it means we would have to lose our chamber," she murmured, her free hand pressing against her breast, toying with herself temptingly. "It seems we have a difficulty even moving a few feet without needing to bring each other pleasure." They had nearly failed at moving from the floor. It was only because she had looked away that they had managed to make it to the bed.
"We will have to hope that the Tyrell resources have not been sent to them." With the supplies from High Garden, much of the Riverlands, Westerlands, Stormlands and King's Landing would be able to withstand a siege. There was the possibility that Cersei was greedy and kept those resources with her, holding it over the heads of her bannermen in exchange for loyalty. She enjoyed having leverage and this would be one that they couldn't ignore. "Speak with Davos and Tormund about this tomorrow. I'm certain they will agree that time is of the essence. We could leave for White Harbor in a few days while your men are made ready and begin to march." It would be surrendering Jon to an alliance so soon after having him, but with the wars to come, she couldn't be completely selfish, no matter how much she wanted to be.
"I don't know if we can convince her at all." Margaery said softly, remembering the fate of Tommen. "Her actions no longer have reason and power seems to be a greater motivator than love. She didn't hesitate to try and kill me, no matter what it would do to Tommen." The horror was too much for his tender heart, and she didn't doubt that the thought of her being dead had made it all the more difficult to bear. "She might simply ignore Jamie's imprisonment. Or if she didn't, she might descend to a deeper level of madness. There is no predicting her actions anymore. Once I could, but now..." She doubted herself. That level of insanity was past comprehension.
She trusted him to remain true to his words. If any tried to separate them, she would fight with all the cunning in her possession. They belonged together, they fought to survive side by side. They were of one life, one heart, one mind. "Where you go, I go too." She repeated, staring deeply into his eyes. She wouldn't be able to walk into Dorne alongside him, but she knew that she wouldn't be far away from him. He would return to her at night, no matter appearances.
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Date: 2017-01-02 02:14 am (UTC)Between the moment she bared her scars to the whispered words "I want you" in her ear, she felt as though she had lived for two lifetimes. Her uncertainty had departed in the face of his blatant hunger for her. What had been a secret in her heart had become a bond so powerful and born equally between them. She might still wish to spare him the sight of her, but it was less about what he might think and more what she did. Somehow, she felt it was an insult to him to show him such ugliness. He deserved beauty and light, what she once could offer completely, but now seemed dimmed, save for when he would look at her with that level of desire that was mirrored back in her eyes as well.
She inched closer to him, becoming absorbed in the act of stroking him. While her hand had no physical contact with his cock, she could feel its hardened shape beneath his grip. Her breathing increased to a harsh level, shuddering through her as she saw the affect the actions had on him. She could almost feel him between her legs once more, writing below her as she rode him fiercely, causing them to howl with pleasure like wolves at the moon. She wanted to see him slowly become undone by his hand and hers, only then would she pull her hand away and replace it with something much sweeter. "I don't think we have enough chances for that. We will need to sleep and eat at times. I don't know if our bodies can survive on simply fucking alone." Gods, but she was losing her coherence around him, focused completely on what lay beneath their hands. "All excellent suggestions. So far, I have failed." She nodded towards her hand, which was now encouraging him in a more quickened pace.
"The court will think we've gone mad." Which was the best case scenarios. It wouldn't stop her from pouncing him and letting him take her before everyone, but a part of her worried that they would regard him as little better than Robert or Ramsay in chasing his desires. She wouldn't be able to deny her own desires, but she could at least have a care for Jon's standing among his men. "Of course it means we would have to lose our chamber," she murmured, her free hand pressing against her breast, toying with herself temptingly. "It seems we have a difficulty even moving a few feet without needing to bring each other pleasure." They had nearly failed at moving from the floor. It was only because she had looked away that they had managed to make it to the bed.
"We will have to hope that the Tyrell resources have not been sent to them." With the supplies from High Garden, much of the Riverlands, Westerlands, Stormlands and King's Landing would be able to withstand a siege. There was the possibility that Cersei was greedy and kept those resources with her, holding it over the heads of her bannermen in exchange for loyalty. She enjoyed having leverage and this would be one that they couldn't ignore. "Speak with Davos and Tormund about this tomorrow. I'm certain they will agree that time is of the essence. We could leave for White Harbor in a few days while your men are made ready and begin to march." It would be surrendering Jon to an alliance so soon after having him, but with the wars to come, she couldn't be completely selfish, no matter how much she wanted to be.
"I don't know if we can convince her at all." Margaery said softly, remembering the fate of Tommen. "Her actions no longer have reason and power seems to be a greater motivator than love. She didn't hesitate to try and kill me, no matter what it would do to Tommen." The horror was too much for his tender heart, and she didn't doubt that the thought of her being dead had made it all the more difficult to bear. "She might simply ignore Jamie's imprisonment. Or if she didn't, she might descend to a deeper level of madness. There is no predicting her actions anymore. Once I could, but now..." She doubted herself. That level of insanity was past comprehension.
She trusted him to remain true to his words. If any tried to separate them, she would fight with all the cunning in her possession. They belonged together, they fought to survive side by side. They were of one life, one heart, one mind. "Where you go, I go too." She repeated, staring deeply into his eyes. She wouldn't be able to walk into Dorne alongside him, but she knew that she wouldn't be far away from him. He would return to her at night, no matter appearances.