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Margaery racked her brain for an explanation as to why her best friend was acting so off.
They were in the middle of their usual Friday night routine - movies and an obscene amount of snacks while cuddled up on her king sized bed. Usually by this point in the night they were both completely relaxed and carefree, but for whatever reason, Sansa seemed tense.
“You know San, I can’t concentrate on the film with you thinking so loud”, she teased as she wiggled the shoulder Sansa’s head was resting against.
Sansa lifted her head slightly, adjusting herself against Margaery's side. “Sorry, can’t seem to switch off.”
“What’s wrong, sweet girl?” Margaery prodded softly. She hated seeing her friend like this.
“I… well, it’s kind of embarrassing…”
“As embarrassing as the time I accidentally flashed coach Brienne?” Margaery countered playfully as she shimmied, purposely pulling focus towards her bouncing chest.
Sansa chuckled, swatting at Margaery’s side. Margaery simply smiled, happy to bring up one of the most embarrassing moments of her life time and time again if I meant making her best friend feel better.
“So, what is it? What’s got you all wrapped up in yourself?” She asked again, her voice filled with genuine concern.
She watched a Sansa sat up and positioned herself against the headboard of the bed before swiftly following suit, mirroring her friends actions.
“Okay, so you know how I’ve been on a couple of dates with Joffrey now?” Sansa began.
Instead of saying something supportive - something best friendly - Margaery let slip something that had puzzled her for years now. Something that never went down well with Sansa. “I still don’t got why you even like the guy, he’s a complete idiot.”
“Marge, don’t start - ” Sansa sighed. “You’re stupid rivalry with him really needs to stop. He’s a nice guy!”
Margaery tried not to laugh as she rolled her eyes. Admittedly, her on going rivalry with the schools self proclaimed ‘king’ bordered on a little childish at times, but Joffrey Baratheon was most definitely not a nice guy.
Joffrey had actually asked Margaery out when she first arrived at Kings Landing Academy, bragging that they would be "good together due to their wealthy backgrounds." But after she turned him down he automatically turned against her, only paying her any mind when trying to compete with her. He was nothing more than a rich, spoilt brat and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why Sansa couldn’t see that.
“I’m not convinced ‘nice guy’ is entirely accurate but go on…”
Sansa gave her a pointed look.
“Right, not the point. I just worry about him hurting you is all.”
Sansa’s expression softened. “I know, and I appreciate that,” she began as she reached out and took Margaery's hand in her own. “But I can take care of myself”, she added firmly.
Margaery couldn’t help but smile at that. Her best friend had come a long way since the day they met. Back then, on her first day at the KLA, Sansa had been all nerves and long limbs - like a baby giraffe unsure of how to conduct themselves. Margaery had immediately taken to her, feeling the need to protect such an adorable human being. Now, though still soft and sweet (and perhaps still a little naive when it came to boys) Sansa was was also fierce if needs be.
Over the past year Sansa had really grown into herself, looks included. Personally, Margaery had always thought Sansa was gorgeous, but it would appear that other people were finally starting to think so too. People including dickhead's like Joffrey Baratheon.
“So yeah… we’ve been on a couple of dates now, which led to a couple of kisses and well… They were terrible! Beyond terrible.” Sansa exclaimed.
It took everything Margaery had not to laugh. The knowledge that the so called king was an awful kisser was just too funny but she refrained for Sansa's sake. “Okay, so the boy’s a bad kisser. I don’t see how that’s embarrassing for you...” she concluded, still trying to stifle her amusement.
“What if it’s me that’s the bad kisser? What if I’m the awful one?” Sansa suggested dramatically, sheer worry and panic evident in her tone. “It’s not like I have a lot of experience... Especially for someone our age”.
Margaery turned serious. Regardless of experience, or lack of in her friends case, she found it hard to believe Sansa was the issue here. How could someone with such soft looking lips be a bad kisser?
“First of all, it's perfectly normal to have only ever kissed someone at our age. Second, experience isn’t everything. You could do something a thousand times over and still be bad at it if you’re not willing to listen and learn.”
When Sansa didn’t respond to her attempt at a pep talk, Margaery tried a different approach. “What about the other people you’ve kissed, were those as bad?”
Sansa seemed to mull that over for a second - as though she hadn’t even considered that it might not be her that’s the problem - and Margaery’s heart sank a little. Her best friends serious lack of self-confidence had always bothered her, she had spent years trying to help build it up but very little seemed to stick.
“No, but I’ve always been a bit drunk before now… Maybe I’m just not remembering them properly.”
“Sansa, I’m sure that’s not the case”, Margaery assured gently. “Have you really never kissed anyone else sober?”
She had to admit, she was a little shocked by that. It was no secret her best friend didn’t date much - Sansa was by far the shyer one between them - but Margaery hadn’t realised that all of Sansa’s previous encounters had been while drinking.
Sansa shock her head. “You knew that, I tell you everything. I’m not good at dating remember… Well, that, and no ones ever really been interested until now.”
Margaery’s heart sank a little further, there was that unwarranted lack of self-confidence again.
“That’s not true, San. Anyone who can't see how brilliant you are is an idiot!”
Sansa rolled her eyes. “You sound like my mum.”
“Catelyn Stark is a very wise woman.”
Sansa chucked lightly as she shook her head. “Marge… Focus, I can’t stomach another awful kiss with Joff!”
Margaery bit her tongue in order to fight the urge to say what she really wanted. As much as it pained her to encourage her friend to keep pursuing Joffrey, if he was who Sansa wanted then she wasn’t about to stand in the way.
“Maybe you guys just need more practice, more time to get used to each others techniques.”
“Actually…” Sansa started tentatively, only to pause as she finally let go of Margaery's hand and began to nervously fiddle with the hem of her own t-shirt. “I was kind of hoping we could practice…”
Margaery was taken aback by her friend's request. Was Sansa seriously suggesting that they kiss?
“You mean?” She questioned, her voice coated in uncertainty. It all felt rather cliché - like a scene from a poorly written teen drama.
Sansa chewed her lip and simply nodded in response.
When Margaery fell silent, Sansa took a deep breath as if to calm her nerves and tried again. “Marge... Please help me? Just one kiss.”
Margaery eyed her friend curiously. This was not how she envisioned the rest of their movie night going. The two of them were extremely close and sure, they held hands a lot, cuddled a lot, but they were best friends and kissing, well kissing was unknown territory for them. It could (and most likely would) mess everything up.
“Darling, that seems like a bad idea...”
“Why?” Sansa asked so innocently it was almost child like.
Margaery’s mind raced with responses, the main focus of them all being that her best friend was insanely attractive and she had spent years actively trying to ignore that very fact to ensure that she didn’t fuck up their friendship. However, she settled on a much simpler, “because we’re best friends.”
“Exactly, It’s perfect!" Sansa argued. "We’re best friends so I know you’ll be honest with me. Plus, you like girls and have hooked up with loads so you know what you’re doing. And before you say experience isn’t everything, I know for a fact that you’re a good kisser, I’ve heard Dany brag about it enough times.”
Margaery couldn’t help but note the slight jealous tone in Sansa voice at the mention of Dany but she didn't think any more of it. She also couldn’t argue with Sansa’s logic. Her friend had clearly put some thought into this... Knowing that Sansa had thought of kissing her made her stomach flip in a way that she instantly chose to ignore.
“I haven’t hooked up with ‘loads’ of girls. And one girls opinion isn’t everything”, she stated in hopes of down playing her experience and praise.
It wasn’t that she was opposed to kissing Sansa, in fact, it was the exact opposite. She wanted to, a lot. She always had. But she couldn’t go down this road with Sansa, it would only end badly.
Before she could delve much further it that particular train of thought, she was pulled back to the moment by the sound of Sansa reeling off a list of all the girls she had previously hooked up with.
“Dany, pretty much every Sand sist - ”
“Okay, so maybe there’s been a few girls ”, Margaery cut in.
She felt no shame in fooling around with various girls, they were all very willing and just looking for a bit of fun - just as she was. Having said that, getting involved with sister's wasn’t one of her finer moments, but how else was she supposed to distract herself from forming a full blown crush on her painfully oblivious bestie.
“That still doesn’t make this a good idea” she added gently, not wanting Sansa to get the wrong idea and think she was grossed out by the thought of her.
“Oh come on! Please, just one kiss. I need to know!” Sansa pleaded as she shifted to straddle Margaery's lap.
Margaery didn’t bat an eyelid at the new position. Though seemingly intimate, it wasn’t an unfamiliar position for the two friends to find themselves in. They often pinned the other down while play fighting over the remote and what to watch, or deciding who gets the last of the sweets - it was innocent and harmless. Though maybe not so much now that there was the prospect of a kiss.
Between the pleading and those big blue puppy dog eyes staring down at her, Margaery knew she was done for. Who was she kidding, thinking she could deny Sansa Stark of anything.
“Fine, one kiss.” She agreed.
Sansa beamed with excitement before throwing her arms around Margaery’s neck, hugging her tightly.
They held each other for a moment longer than necessary before Sansa finally pulled back. “Thank you Marge, you’re the best!”
“So I've been told" Margaery teased lightly, her signature smirk tugging at her lips.
Sansa rolled her eyes before squirming a little from where she was still porched in Margaery's lap, her nerves seemingly seeping in. “So how should we…”
Margaery was a little nervous herself, sure she was more experienced but this was different, this was her best friend she was about to kiss. Her unknowingly perfect, stunning best friend who she had tried so hard not to think of in that way.
For Sansa’s sake she pushed all of her mixed up, confused emotions to the back of her mind and reached out for Sansa’s hands, intertwining their fingers. If they were going to do this then they were going to do it properly, and at Sansa’s pace.
“Well, when you’re ready, how about you just kiss me the way you would anyone else and we’ll take it from there?” She offered sweetly.
Sansa smiled softly and nodded her head in agreement. “Here goes…” she stated quietly a she untangled their interlocked hands and placed her's on Margaery’s shoulders as if to steady herself.
Margaery immediately melted into the kiss, it was hard not to when Sansa’s lips were so undeniably soft. Though a little hesitant a first Sansa soon got into the swing of things. She gently cupped Margaery’s cheek and ran the tip of her tongue across the brunette’s bottom lip. Margaery's breath hitched as she opened her mouth slightly, allowing Sansa’s curious tongue to seek out her own.
The kiss was slow and sensual - the perfect mixture of passionate and playful - how Sansa could possible believe she wasn’t any good at this was beyond Margaery.
Margaery had expected Sansa to have pulled back by now, to have ended the kiss in favour of hearing any criticisms, but much to her delight they continued to kiss, the heat between them gradually growing.
Before she could stop to think, her hands began to roam, moving from Sansa’s hair, over her back, down to her waist. Upon reaching Sansa's hips she gave them an involuntary squeeze, urging Sansa closer to her. The sound that fell from Sansa's lips in response was simply delightful.
Before she knew it, they were heavily making out as Sansa ground down against her.
Suddenly a quiet yet annoying buzz came from the corner of the bed causing them to stop but barely move apart. It took them both a moment to realise it was Sansa’s phone ringing.
Sansa pulled away, sitting up right as she blindly reached for her phone.
Margaery took the opportunity to take in her best friends appearance. Sansa’s usually pale skin was flushed, lips plump and slightly bruised, breath still a little ragged as she tried to compose herself. Gods, she was hot.
“- That was my mum, she wanted to know if I was staying the night?”
Caught off guard by the seemingly sudden comment, Margaery quickly gathered herself. “Are you?” She asked, extremely hopeful that the answer would be yes.
“Well, I usually do… Is that still okay?” Sansa queried a little awkwardly.
Margaery would be damned if she was going to let what just happened make things awkward between them. “Of course it is, sweet girl” she assured with a bright grin.
Sansa smiled softly as she squirmed a little nervously in Margaery’s lap but made no attempt to move. “So, how was I?”
“I think it’s safe to say that you are certainly not the issue.”
“Really?” Sansa questioned, a mixture of joy and disbelief evident in her voice.
“Yes darling, really. That was hot.” She admitted.
Sansa was clearly in desperate need of a confidence boost and she had never been shy after hooking up before now so Margaery figured, why start now?
Sansa blushed, beautiful as ever. “Yeah, I guess it was pretty hot…” she hummed in agreement, seemingly more for herself than Margaery.
The pair of them stayed quiet for a moment, staring at each other as if waiting for the other to make the next move.
As much as Margaery wanted to serge forward and claim Sansa's lips in another heated kiss she decided against it in fear of over stepping.
“Er, San?” She teased as she wiggled her hips playfully.
“Oh right, sorry.” Sansa mumbled as removed herself and lay back down on the far side of the bed
Margaery tried not to read too much into Sansa's dazed, awkward appearance. It was just one kiss - an amazing, mind blowing kiss, - but just a kiss all the same. If she continued to act normal then everything would be fine.
“San, are you okay?” She asked softly.
As if shaking herself from her own thoughts Sansa nodded and insisted that she was fine.
Though unconvinced Margaery decided to let it drop, not wanting to make things any more awkward. Instead she simply smiled before turning her attention back to the tv. “Come on, sweet girl, lets finish the film. It’s your favourite after all.”
Sansa smiled weakly, seemingly returning to her usual self a little as she settled down into the spot beside Margaery.
A pang of sadness ran through Margaery’s body as she realised Sansa had no intention of cuddling up next to her. She wanted so desperately to reach out and pull her friend towards her, back to the spot where she belonged, but she didn’t want to risk making Sansa feel uncomfortable in anyway. Instead, she just lay there worried that the carefree, affectionate nature of their friendship had just been ruined.