[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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[thekittenqueen]

You are lord of more than just Winterfell now.

[But that was as far as she would go with that thought. The sudden gesture of sweeping a hair from her face had caught all of her attention. She felt herself leaning into that touch, her face burning hotly under his eyes. She had always found him handsome, but with his brown eyes drinking her in, she almost felt as though she were melting beneath the sun.

It was hard to feel anything but wide awake at the moment, no matter the day that they had had and how draining it had all been. She was shot through with energy, all by that touch.]

No, I'm fine. The wine went a bit to my head too. [It was the only way she could explain the fog that was drifting over her and the humming of her body.]

[wolfhead]

It's my home.

[ There's something plaintive in those words. As if he can make life so much simpler than it really is. He knows he can't, of course, but he can't imagine living a life away from Winterfell. It's what he's trained strove to become his entire life. But things get complicated. What people want isn't always what they get.

His eyes search her expression again; there's been a change in the room. The energy has shifted and he can feel something electric working it's way up his spine and out into his limbs. It's a nervous, tense feeling and it's stretching and stretching and eventually, it's going to snap. ]

...may I kiss you?

[ It's a silly question. He asks anyway. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[She heard the plaintive sound of his voice, but let the matter rest there. She had given her opinions and he would consider them. Whatever he might feel, she knew that he would decide what was best for him, as well as the kingdom. She didn't doubt his ability to think clearly and reasonably.

What's more, the subject had fallen by the wayside. With his eyes searching over her and the sudden tension in the room, she found herself thinking of nothing but him. She had worried that everything would become awkward and rushed, but it feels natural the way he touches her.

The question manages to catch her by surprise, though she realizes that it shouldn't. This is entirely Robb.]

Yes.

[wolfhead]

[ The answer is... not unexpected, but he still manages to look slightly flustered. ]

I - thank you.

[ That's ridiculous. He shouldn't thank his wife for that. But he does anyway. And then he's not thinking about much else, because he leans forward slightly and kisses her. It's a soft, tentative kiss. He's exploring, trying to figure out what's allowed of him. And it's also not a very good kiss, because it's really one of the first romantic kisses he's ever had. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[It's all so painfully sweet. With the confidence he had displayed in their first meeting, she would never have suspected that this was a first of many things for him. He hadn't said as much, but the kiss alone was indicative of that. Even the simple act of asking to kiss her was charmingly boyish. It summoned a protective instinct in her, wanting to help teach him in a way that wouldn't insult his pride.

Gently, she placed her hand against his cheek and guided his kiss. She took the lead, allowing him to learn by her example and to match her movements. He was intelligent and showed that he could think quickly.

He would pick up kissing with rapidity, so long as he enjoyed kissing her.]

[wolfhead]

[ He feels more than a little awkward; here she is having to give him a brief lesson in kisses, in how to properly be with a woman. But where else is a man meant to learn, if not in his marriage bed? At least that's how it works for Robb. Others might propose a whore-house, but... it isn't in his character.

No, he's focused on her and trying to figure out how to do this all properly. He presses himself a bit closer, arm draping over her to grip at her shoulder. His lips part, his clumsy kiss starting to become something a bit more practiced as the tension starts to bleed out of him.

He can enjoy this. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[His awkwardness was drifting away, their tension drifting into something else, something more enjoyable. He was adapt, quickly learning how to deepen the kiss and how to spark further desire between them. She felt there was no reason for her to continue instructing him, instinct was spurring him on.

She wrapped an arm about his shoulder, pressing closer to him as her lips parted for him. A tremble worked its way up her spine, causing her limbs to quiver against his own. Her heart beat frantically in her chest.

She pulled back, only for a moment, taking a deep, ragged breath. Her eyes swept over his face, lingering on his gaze in awe and amazement. Gently, she leaned forward once more and returned to his kiss.]

[wolfhead]

[ in some ways, Robb is still feeling this out. He knows what he's supposed to do and how this is supposed to work and he can't deny the pleasant tension and the warm thrill that runs straight through him as their kiss deepens and he feels her trembling against him. It is instinct and desire and a thousand other things. He comes a touch closer, tugging her close until her breasts are pressed against his chest and his arms encircle her, holding her tight.

As she kisses him once more, his lips part and he finds his teeth running down her lip in a little love-bite. It's experimental for him, something new to try, and he hopes that he's not about to hurt her. His face is flushed, breath just a touch ragged when he pulls away again and he looks at her, feeling slightly sheepish. ]

This is... more than I expected. Better.

[thekittenqueen]

[It comes as a surprise when she feels his teeth against her lower lip, but not an unpleasant one. She finds herself melting against him, her hands roaming over the expanse of his back until coming to tangle in his hair. Her tongue peeks out from between her lips, teaching him how to further deepen their kiss. He wasn't shy or opposed to the lust that raced between them. Feeling safe in her actions, she pressed her hips to his, wanting to be flush against him.

The sheepish smile on his face earns a breathless laugh from her. This was so far removed from how she feared their first night would be together. He had managed to awake something in her that she hadn't felt for some time. It certainly wasn't something she could happily share until now.]

I feel the same. I don't know if it is the wine or...this, but I can't seem to stop shaking.

I think it is this.

[wolfhead]

Well. I'm glad we understand each other a little bit better then we did a little while ago.

[ It's a weak joke, but he's not sure what else to say. Something romantic? He's not sure if he's actually in love. He's... not unhappy, but they've only just married. He's known her all of a few weeks. Whatever this is is going to take time to untangle. But for now, he's fine with leaving it a bit of miss, especially when she curls against him and he can feel how warm and soft she is. He breathes out slowly and lowers his head, tentatively planting a kiss against the curve of her throat. He's exploring, feeling out what he can do. What's comfortable. He's still in that awkward phase where he's not quite sure what is actually appropriate. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[She laughed, breathless and giddy from it all. Again, it was unclear if it was the wine that brought on these feelings or whether they were natural. She wasn't in love, it was far too soon for that, but she desired him and knew that with great certainty. He was handsome, kind and honorable, the sort of man that she could admire and enjoy being around.

The way he touched and kissed her, it made her heart skip a beat. She more than enjoyed being with him. She wanted to chase this as much as possible, her mind already awash of their future nights together.

She tilted back her head, granting him further access to her throat and skin. Her fingers tightened in his hair, silently encouraging him to continue.]

You learn quickly.

[wolfhead]

I... try.

[ He laughs, still feeling a touch nervous about this. How could he not be nervous? But he is the Young Wolf and he's still a young man and that brings with it a certain eagerness and readiness to leap headfirst into this sort of encounter. He runs his hand down her side, hand settling on the curve of her hip as his lips find more of her skin to kiss and bite and mark. ]

You're beautiful.

[ It's a quiet little compliment, breathed more than spoken as he ghosts his lips over her collarbone. ]

[thekittenqueen]

Beautiful and your wife.

[She was teasing him, but unable to keep up with her usual level of wit. Somehow, he managed to make her head spin and all though rush from her mind. The sudden bite marks managed to make her gasp and buck under him, her nails digging into his back in encouragement.

She didn't need to think about what he was doing or how much he might know about coupling, he dismissed all of her questions by this intimacy.]

I want very much to please you.

[It seemed silly to say aloud, but the feel of his body against her own awakened a deep protectiveness in her. He was spared from all of the negativity that was King's Landing, while she had been born in it. She couldn't imagine that was pleasant for him to be around, but she wanted desperately for him to enjoy this and their first night together.]

[wolfhead]

I guess that makes me a bit lucky, doesn't it?

[ If she wants to be witty, he's ready to exchange barbs with her. Well, not really barbs. More like he'll do his best to keep up. He suckles gently against the love-bite he's left by way of minor apology and then his lips slide slower, slowly and tentatively, until he's kissing gently at the swell of her breasts. This is what he's meant to do, isn't it? He's got enthusiasm, but he still feels clumsy. ]

And I would like to please you-

[ His grip tightens against her hip and then the curve of her rump, fingernails digging into her skin as he tugs her that much closer. ]

I don't want you to be miserable or unhappy, I just - this is - new.

[thekittenqueen]

I'm glad you think so. I should hate to be a curse.

[She wishes she had a better mind to tease him, but he's managed to render it rather dumb right now. His kisses are becoming bolder and she can feel gooseflesh rising up beneath his mouth, eliciting shivers and gasps from her. The moment his attention shifts towards her breasts, she unties her chemise, pulling away momentarily to take it off and toss it to the ground.

With that one piece of clothing gone, she was quite bare in his embrace. She drapes a leg over his hip, bringing them as close as they can be.]

It is new. It's not unpleasant though.

[wolfhead]

It's... hard for me to think you could be.

[ At least now. The wedding has put some of his worries at ease. And so has this experience so far. There's a little intake of breath from him, his whole body seeming to go stiff as he feels the warmth and weight of her leg thrown over his hip and then he tries to push a bit closer, pushing insistently between her legs. There's a mix of eagerness and caution in his body language, as if he's holding himself back.

Almost reverentially, he slides a hand up her side and cups one of her breasts, rolling it in his palm. ]

Certainly not unpleasant...

[thekittenqueen]

That is a comfort. They say third time is the charm and it seems that is true in my case. I feel blessed with you as my husband.

[There had never been anyone like him in her life before. He existed in a higher plane of her estimation. However rocky things began, this was an even better start to their marriage.

Urging him to follow her, Margaery rolled to her back, spreading her legs for him to rest between. Her hands found his hips, encouraging him to rock against her. The feeling summoned a breathless moan from her lips.]

And now?

[wolfhead]

Do you?

[ He seems a bit taken aback by that, even if he is a bit addled by lust and the way that she seems to fit so perfectly against him. He shifts, moving to press his forehead against hers and nuzzle a touch closer so he can look her in the eyes - right as she rolls him on top of her. His throat works in a swallow as he settles against her, hips hitching forward so the swell of his cock can roll over the warm heat of her skin. ]

Very... good.

[ There's an eagerness to him now, a nervous energy in every movement. He presses down against Margaery with a low moan from the back of his throat. ]

You're beautiful.

[thekittenqueen]

Yes. I never wished to be as such with my other... [She nearly said 'husbands', but thought better of it. She didn't want to mention other men, not when they were like this.

Lust seemed to burn throughout the room, heating them like a kindled fire. He was still nervous from what she could tell, but instinct was beginning to kick in. His body would know the steps, once his arousal took control of his mind. She wrapped her legs around him, digging his hips against hers. She could feel the hardness of his member, the heat of both of their sexes burning between them.

Taking one of his hands, she lead his fingers between her legs, showing him where and how to touch her. She guided him gently, hoping not to hurt his pride or embarrass him with this lesson.]

I think the same of you. You are remarkable, Robb.

sorry for the delay, busy weekend.

[wolfhead]

[ Robb, in all of his eager haste, doesn't seem to notice or mind the slight gaffe about the other men she's been with. He's much to focused on the way her legs wrap around him and the feeling of his skin pressed oh-so-deliciously against his. The head of his cock drags over her belly as his hips hitch forward in an involuntary little motion. Robb forces himself to pause, to take a breath, to wait, even if every nerve in his body is screaming at him and his instincts seem to want to do nothing more than bury himself in her until he's spent.

He can't be like that. He won't be a beast.

So Robb pulls himself short and allows her to guide his hand between them, fingernails sliding over sensitive skin, the tips of his fingers gliding over the lips of her sex and then the little nub of her clit, tentatively exploring and feeling, finding out what makes her gasp and moan.

He doesn't have words for a response. Not yet. ]

No problem at all! Glad to see you again!

[thekittenqueen]

[He seemed to have a better sense than most to, recognizing why she moved his hands between her legs and what he was to do. She had told Sansa once that women were complicated and pleasing them took practice. Most men would shy away from such a thing, but Robb allowed her to guide him and show him what to do. It was endearing, bringing out a protective instinct in her, hoping to find ways to make him feel at ease.

But all of these thoughts came in a rush and were soon overshadowed by the feel of his cock against her belly and the dexterous work of his fingers. He found her nub easily, seeming to take control and moved on his own accord. It was for the best as she lost all sense in her mind except for how wonderful he felt.

She didn't hide her responses, gasping and moaning whenever his hands moved in just the right way. Her hips bucked up eagerly, wanting to chase after his fingers until she was buried in climax.

Releasing hold of his wrist, she let her hand ghost over his cock, feeling and exploring his length. She traced over his hardness, following every ridge and bump until she finally wrapped her palm around, slowly pumping him in time with his own movements.]

[wolfhead]

[ All of this is new - how could Robb shy away from any of it when he's never done any of this in his life? If she's willing to teach, he is more than willing to learn. Her hands have left him on his own, but he's still imitating the movements she's shown him, doing his best to bring pleasure to her. If they're going to be married, he wants her to be happy. He wants her to feel just as much pleasure as he does. She's slick and warm underneath his hand and the tips of his fingers glide over her sex and against her clit, finally bearing down just a touch, teasing at her.

He pauses when her fingers find his cock and give him an experimental, slow, gentle stroke. There's a noise from him - pleasure and frustration - and then it melts into a low moan as she begins to pump him in a steadier, easier rhythm. His hips hitch forward against her hand, eager to find that pleasure and follow it until it's an all-encompassing ecstasy. He has to hold himself back, even if the moan that tears out of him makes it incredibly obvious where he's winding his way toward. ]

Margaery-

[ The name tumbles out of him. ]

That's- That's so good-

[thekittenqueen]

[She wants to prolong this and draw out their teasing as long as possible. He deserved his first time to be intimate and romantic, but with the way his fingers move between her legs, she was aching for him to be inside her. She felt as though she were burning from the inside, her body trembling under his touch.

She let out a strangled moan when she felt him bearing down, the pressure catching her by surprise. Any thought of teaching him was gone from her mind, her only thought was chasing that hint of pleasure that he was building within her.]

I need you.

[It was spoken in a ragged whisper, her hand stroking him more quickly, matching the frantic beating of her heart. She raised her hips, shifting so that the head of his cock pressed against her entrance.]

[wolfhead]

[ Robb can't help the oath that spills out of him when she cants her hips toward him and he feels the slick heat of her sex pressed against the head of his cock. His hand comes out from in between them and he braces himself against the bed, looming over her as he takes a deep, shuddering breath. He's preparing himself, as if he's about to plunge into water - and then he slowly pushes himself forward and buries his face against her neck as his cock parts her and he starts to slip into her.

Robb's body quivers and he has to pause for a moment, panting for breath. His whole body is screaming at him to keep going and he feels as if it's too much, too quickly, but he finally keeps going, sinking deeper and deeper until his hips finally touch hers.

He almost doesn't want to move. he feels as if he'll come apart. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[A sudden gasp tears from her as she feels herself opening for him. It's as though he has squelched a fire that had been roaring through her body, only for it spark back to life from his stillness. He felt good within her, warm and right. When their hips finally touch, she whispers his name against his ear, letting her hot breath tickle against his skin.

She runs her fingers through his hair, gently comforting him as he gets his bearings, drinking in the sensations of their connection. It's overwhelming, even she with all of her experience feels it. She wants to chase that distant feeling of pleasure, but she doesn't want to rush Robb. This was his first, he deserved to savor the moment for as long as he needs to.

She places kisses along his shoulder and hair, hoping to reassure him and bolster his strength.]