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“Well that’s new", Margaery stated as she bit down lightly on her own bottom lip.
“What?” Sansa asked in confusion.
She followed her roommates line of sight and soon realised what Margaery was referring too. She hadn’t realised how see-through her white pyjama top was until just now.
“Spend a lot of time staring at my chest do you?”
“I can’t help but get distracted by beautiful things.” Margeary replied, her signature smirk in place.
Sansa rolled her eyes. Her roommate was insufferable. Such a smart mouth, with her smug, flirtatious ways and extreme confidence and perfect hair and gorgeous body and that god damn ridiculous smirk! Her general presence drove Sansa crazy.
“Can I see?” Margeary asked with a cheeky grin.
“Seems you’ve already seen enough.”
“Why did you get it done if not to show it off?”
When Sansa didn’t reply Margaery continued. “I’m simply intrigued, getting ones nipple pierced doesn’t seem like something the great Lady Stark would do.”
Sansa scuffed a little in defence. Lady Stark was one of her roommate's many pet names for her, meant to tease and poke fun at her ‘prim and proper’ ways. Truth be told she secretly liked the name a little, liked that Margaery paid enough attention to give her pet names in the first place. But she couldn't tell Margaery that.
“I have an adventurous side you know”, she defended.
Margaery locked eyes with her as she slowly inched forward, invading Sansa's side of the room. She quirked her eyebrow. “Is that so, darling? I’d love to see it sometime.”
Darling - another of Margaery's pet names that secretly thrilled Sansa.
Margaery continued to edge closer as if daring Sansa to do something, anything.
Sansa started to panic. She was pretty used to her roommate's lack of boundaries and flirtatious ways by now, but Margaery had only ever teased before laughing it off and going about her business. Tonight however, it appeared that Margaery had no intention of backing down.
Margaery stood mere inches away now, her eyes still locked onto Sansa’s own. Sansa felt hot all over.
“I lost a bet with my sister,” she admitted suddenly, hoping to buy herself some time.
Margaery chuckled at that. She recalled meeting Sansa's younger sister briefly during one of the many Stark family visits. Arya was the complete opposite of Sansa, wild and un-lady like, no filter what so ever.
“I knew I liked Arya. Smart kid.”
Before Sansa had chance to do anything other than roll her eyes, Margaery continued, “now, where were we?”
Margaery reached out for the hem Sansa's t-shirt, tugging playfully at the soft fabric.
“Ah yes. I believe you mentioned something about an adventurous side… tell me, is this the craziest thing you’ve ever done? Gotten your nipple pierced? Or - ”
“- Oh my god, if I show you will you just drop it already?” Sansa snapped, cutting her roommate off from whatever inappropriate thoughts were about to follow.
Margaery pulled back slightly, a cheshire cat grin plastered across her face as she lifted up her hand signalling scouts honour.
Gripping the hem of her plain white tee, Sansa took a deep breath and slowly lifted the t-shirt up the length of her body, removing it all together. When she looked up she found her roommate staring back in shock, Margaery clearly hadn’t expected her to actually go through with it.
Margeary quickly recovered however, her eyes turning impossibly dark as she stared shamelessly at Sansa's bare chest. So pert and perfect.
“Does it hurt?” She asked.
“Not anymore.”
“What does it feel like when you play with it?” Margaery questioned further, her signature smirk now back in place.
“I, I… don’t know” Sansa admitted shyly.
“You mean you haven’t so much as touched yourself since getting it done?”
Sansa’s cheeks turned bright red at the thought of discussing her masterbation habits with the girl that stood across from her.
“I haven’t had time.” Then, as if thinking out loud, she added, “you keep interrupting.”
Margaery looked up a that, quickly locking on to Sansa stunning blue eyes.
“Is that so? Well then darling, it would I appear I owe you...” She suggested as she took one final step, her body flush against Sansa's, completely invaded her personal space.
She gently placed her hands on the Sansa's hips, drawing circles with her thumbs over the girls bare skin. Her eyes remained locked on Sansa's as if searching for any kind of doubt, any indication that she should stop. As much as she was enjoying this she would stop in a heartbeat if Sansa asked her to.
Finding no signs of doubt, she trailed her dominant hand up Sansa's creamy white stomach, stopping just shy of her pierced breast. “May I?”
Sansa nodded without hesitation. She didn’t know what had come over her but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about Margaery in this way before. Her entire body was on fire from the way her roommate stared at her, she needed to be touched.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes. God Margaery, just touch me, please!” Sansa snapped in frustration.
Margaery didn’t need to be told again. She cupped Sansa's full breast, massaging it a couple of times before pitching and pulling at her piercing. Sansa let out a soft moan, confirming that the new addition to her body felt amazing when played with.
Sansa closed her eyes as she pushed her chest further into Margaery’s touch, encouraging her to keep going. Suddenly she felt warm lips against her throat, kissing and biting at her pale skin, Margaery had barely touched her and she could already feel herself grow embarrassingly wet.
Margaery was addicted to the soft, whimpering sounds that fell from Sansa’s lips as she worked her up, both hands now toying with the girls perfect tits. In attempt to pull more moans from her flushed roommate she kissed her way down Sansa's neck until she reached her breasts, replacing her hands with her mouth, licking and biting at her nipples.
Sansa let out a string of moans as she buried her fingers into curly brown locks. She urged Margaery impossibly close to her body as the girl continued to kiss, lick and bite at her chest, no doubt leaving marks behind.
A wandering hand now ran up and down the inside of her bare thighs, every now and again stopping to toy with the hem of her extremely short pyjama bottoms. Sansa couldn’t take it anymore. The wetness between her thighs was becoming unbearable.
“Margaery, I need more” she pleaded.
“As you wish.”
Margaery pulled away from Sansa's chest and reached for the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down her long, slender legs in one swift motion. Margaery was delighted to discover that Sansa wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“God, you’re sexy” she stated as she took in the sight before her. Sansa really was stunning from head to toe.
“Sit” she demanded.
Sansa gulped loudly as she did as she was told, stepping out of her shorts before sitting down on the edge of her bed.
“Spread your legs, darling.”
Sansa blushed heavily as she slowly spread her legs, exposing herself fully to the other girl. The dominant tone in Margaery's voice paired with the familiar pet name was enough to drive her truly crazy. This whole thing was crazy. Sansa wasn’t the type to just strip down and offer herself up to someone, but then again Margaery wasn’t just someone.
With a smirk on her face and a hungry look in her eyes, Margaery dropped to her knees, positioning herself between gorgeous, pale thighs. Her eyes immediately went to Sansa’s glistening cunt.
"Mm, you're so wet”, she whispered hotly.
Sansa gulped loudly, “Margaery, please!”
“Please what, darling? Use your words.”
Sansa shuddered as she felt Margaery aimlessly running delicate fingers up and down her spread legs.
“Put your mouth on me.” She all but begged.
Margaery leant in, placing light kisses along pale thighs.
Sansa groaned in frustration.
“What’s wrong, sweetling? Not what you meant?” Margaery asked, faking innocences.
With all the courage she could muster up, Sansa tried again. “No. I need… Put your mouth, put your mouth on my cunt.”
Hearing Sansa use such obscene language sent an uncontrollable shiver down Margaery’s spine. Done with teasing she grabbed Sansa's hips, pulled them forward and leant in, this time placing her mouth exactly where the other girl needed it most.
“Gods, you taste amazing” she moaned against wet flesh, feeling Sansa tremble above her.
After a few slow, experimental strokes of her tongue, she got to work, lapping at the other girls cunt as if her life depended on it.
“Oh fuck!” Sansa breathed out, grabbing a fist full of Margaery's hair, pulling her closer.
Margaery let out a loud moan of her own, her lips vibrating against Sansa as she found the girls clit, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. Sansa fell back against the bed, her shaky arm no longer able to hold herself up.
Margaery could feel her own arousal start to seep down her legs. For a brief moment she considered slipping a hand into her own underwear but couldn’t bring herself to take any of her focus away from the gorgeous redhead above her. Instead, she eased a finger into Sansa's core, quickly finding the spot inside that made the girl arch of the bed.
“Oh God! Marge - ”
Margaery smirked as she continued to ease her finger in and out, her tongue still toying with Sansa's swollen clit. She could do this all night.
Sansa thrashed against the bed, her free hand grasping at the sheets. “More, please. I need more.”
Margaery doubled her efforts, picking up speed before added a second finger, stretching Sansa slightly. Sansa rolled her hips up, rubbing herself against Margaery’s mouth, practically fucking herself on Margaery's fingers.
Margaery groaned appreciatively against her. “That’s it, darling. Take what you need. You look so good like this. So hot” she encouraged.
“I, I’m.. I’m so close” Sansa groaned, starting to lose control of her hips.
Margaery’s eyes flicked up, taking in the sight of the beautiful flushed girl above her.
“Look at me” she demanded. “I want you to watch yourself come in my mouth.”
Sansa nearly came from the words alone. It took everything she has left in her to lift her body slightly off the bed and open her eyes. The sight of Margaery's skilful tongue working against her as she thrust herself into the girls eager mouth was enough to send her over the edge.
Her orgasm hit hard, tightening every muscle in her body, thighs shaking uncontrollably as Margaery continued to lap at her, working her through it. Unable to handle anymore she collapsed against the bed, completely spent.
“Wow” she signed quietly.
“Wow, indeed”, Margaery replied as she lifted herself up and climbed on top of Sansa, resting her legs of either side of her lap.
She smirked down at Sansa as she took her own fingers into her mouth, licking them clean of Sansa’s delicious juices.
“You really do taste amazing” she hummed as she leant down and took the other girls flush cheeks between her hands and kissed her. Sansa moaned at the taste of herself.
Their tongues danced together in perfect sync, instantly familiar, as though they had been stealing kisses from one another for years.
They soon got carried away, their kisses turning hot and heavy as they groped and grabbed at each other, both desperate to feel as much of the other as possible. Margaery couldn’t help but grind against the girl beneath her, leaving a wet trail against Sansa’s lower stomach, her flimsy excuse for underwear completely soaked through.
“Gods, you're soaked” Sansa whispered in between hot kisses.
“Well aware. I’ve been dying to come since the moment I laid eyes on you’re bare body.”
Sansa moaned as she practically ripped Margaery’s over-sized t-shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but her blue lace knickers.
Margaery sat back, allowing Sansa to take her in fully.
“Gods, you're gorgeous” Sansa stated as she gripped Margaery's hips and encouraged her to keep grinding. Sansa loved the feel of the other girls slick, barely covered cunt against her skin.
“I’m so close already”, Margaery groaned as she rolled her hips faster, lost in her own pleasure.
As much as Sansa enjoyed watching Margaery rub herself against her she couldn’t very well pass up the chance to touch her, to hear the girl cry her name as she came on her fingers.
She surged forward, reclaiming Margaery’s lips in a heated kiss as she pushed her hand beneath the waistband of blue lace.
“Oh Gods, yes.” Margaery moaned, throwing her head back at the feel of Sansa’s fingers sliding through her wet folds.
“Don’t tease, I can’t take it” Margaery cried out, desperately hoping that Sansa would just fuck her.
To her delight, Sansa did exactly that. Sansa wasted no time in entering Margaery with two fingers, her palm hitting the Margaery's swollen clit with each thrust. Margaery all but screamed in delight. She hadn’t expect her ‘prim and proper’ roommate to be so rough with her and she was loving every minute of it.
An additional finger and the words, “Come for me, Margaery” were all it took for her to lose control, her entire body shaking as her orgasm hit. Hard.
Sansa continued to thrust into her, gradually slowing down, allowing her to ride out her high.
“Shit…” Margaery sighed breathlessly as she rested her forehead against the girls beneath her.
“I guess that answers my question of whether or not you’ve done that before” she added, still in awe of what just happened.
Sansa chuckled. “Thought about it a lot have you?” Her whimsical tone rivalling Margaery’s own.
“A shameful amount I’ll admit. But nothing I imagined was every as good as that.”
Sansa'ss face blushed as bright as her hair at the comment.
Margaery giggled. “Sansa, darling. Minutes ago you came in my mouth and this is what you’re embarrassed about?”
“Shut up” Sansa mumbled, playfully swatting at her arm.
“Make me” Margaery dared, her signature smirk returning to her lips.
Sansa leant in for another kiss, much more slow and sensual than before as she gently stroked her hands up and down Margaery's back. They continued to kiss until it became lazy, both to exhausted to keep going.
“Darling?” Margaery spoke in an uncharacteristic, shy voice.
“Yes?” Sansa replied, locking eyes with the girl still in her lap.
“May I stay in your bed tonight?”
Sansa smiled brightly, her heart hammered against her chest. “Of course.”
Margaery gracefully lifted herself out of Sansa’s lap and stood by the side of the bed while Sansa got comfortable against the pillows. Once Sansa was situated Maragery climbed back into bed, this time under the covers.
Sansa lay on her back with one arm around Margaery’s shoulders, Margaery's arm lay loosely across the Sansa's stomach while her head rest on Sansa's chest.
“I never took Margaery Tyrell for a cuddler.” Sansa teased.
“A lady never reveals her secrets” Margaery teased in return.
They soon fell into a comfortable silence, sleep quickly approaching.
“Sansa?” Margaery mumbled quietly, unsure of whether the other girl was still awake.
“Mm?" Sansa hummed in response.
“What did you bet?”
“That I wouldn’t fall for my roommate.”
Both girls smiled, neither feeling the need to say any more. They simply gripped each other a little tighter and cuddled up a little closer as they closed their eyes, letting sleep take them.