[Musebox] - An Arranged Marriage

[thekittenqueen]

Set after this.

[Somehow Robb had defied her expectations and kept his word about the marriage. Despite what his council had said and his mother had feared, he had pressed on with the alliance. Strangely, it was the people that seemed to rejoice publicly once the news had leaked (though the source was never found.) She'd always been loved and admired by the populace, but it was the first time that it had been displayed before the Starks.

It was comforting, showing that she had value...beyond financially.

The Tyrells were naturally pleased at the match, offering more than a generous dowry. Harvests, money and men were given to the Starks, a small price compared to their sudden rise in favor.

Margaery had accepted it all in silence, coming whenever summoned by Robb and offered him a gentle ear and pleasant conversation. Despite the time they passed together, they had not yet breached the walls raised between them. They were unfamiliar to each other, strangers, yet soon they would wed. Sooner than they had imagined.

When the day actually arrived, Margaery felt out of sorts, lost in a daze. Once more she was placing her head on the block. She was going to be a queen again, facing discord and suspicion once again. As she approached the godswood, she found herself wondering about the man that Robb Stark truly was. She had seen the King and the shadow of his father, but who was the man? Who was he going to be when they were alone in his rooms?

She looked calm and collected, but inside, she was apprehensive and uncertain. Everything was out of her control...him and their marriage. She never had lost control before, but somehow, it was wrestled away from her.]

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[wolfhead]

[ Robb's new to this. Maybe too new, because he's barely holding himself together as it is. He presses little kisses to her face, toes curling against the blankets underneath them as he tries to adjust to electric feeling the rolls through and over him. He mumbles her name and then carefully, slowly, starts to move again. Little rolls and hitches of his hips, a slow grind that begins to ease into a longer, slower thrust.

It's instinct that guides him and an intense, burning hunger that seems to consume him. He makes another noise against her ear - a gasp or whimper, a little moan that carries so much meaning. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[It was better that he was the one to dictate the speed, moving in his own time. In the haze of lust, she had forgotten how new he was to this. The instincts of his body had given way to more natural movement. He was learning and she didn't expect him to last for long, but gods, he had found the places in her body that had her hips rocking up to meet his. Were he to manage, they both might find pleasure this night.

She muttered an oath beneath her breath, tightening her legs around him as her hips rolled up. He was so responsive, encouraging her that this night would not be a disappointment to him. There would be more couplings to come, many of them playing out in her head. The fantasies as arousing as his movements inside her.

She dragged her nails up his spine, shuddering beneath him.]

Gods yes!

[wolfhead]

[ He isn't going to last very long. Not for his first time. It's all a bit too overwhelming, too good. The electric feeling that runs through his limbs and the knot of tension in his belly are building and building and it's just too much for him, in the end. He can feel himself starting to go over that edge, that sharp, sudden slide into light and white-hot ecstasy. His whole body tenses, his thrusts becoming ragged and quick and as he tries to bury himself as deep as he can inside of her. His voice tears out of him in another moan, half muted as he tries to keep himself under control.

He can't keep himself back from the edge and so instead he sinks into it, lets himself go, and he comes apart with a long, low gasp, face screwed up as his body tenses again and his feet dig for purchase against the mattress. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[She could recognize the signs that he was near to coming. The way that his body tensed inside of her, the frantic thrusts that were losing a basic rhythm and were becoming desperate. She was careful to mask any moans of frustration, not wishing to put him off or embarrass him. It was to be expected for his first time and she knew too well how easily an ego could be bruised over such a thing.

She had certainly felt like a fool her first time as well.

As he gasped, his body rigid as his orgasm raced through him, she held tightly to him, embracing him lovingly. She kissed his shoulders, caressing him tenderly. She could manage without achieving her own ends, wishing instead to make this moment as special and pleasant as it could be for him.

In either case, the marriage was no consummated.]