Margaery had not been expecting him to lift her so suddenly. She gave a sharp gasp when he lifted her, but rather than squirming to get away, her hands shot up to grasp his shoulders, fingers pressing insistently against him, gripping to keep her steady. But he was strong; a true son of the North. Will handled her with ease, Margaery blushed at how his hands moved over her body, but in truth, she enjoyed it deeply. She wondered how else he might move her or hold her.

But she could focus on her fantasies later. For now, she had the real thing, and she intended to enjoy him. Her legs spread for him, accepting him between them easily, as Margaery brought both hands to trail over his vest and shirt. Deft fingers traced the intricate hound patterns, leading up to the clasps, trailing over them and flirting with the idea of opening a few. But she refrained. For now.

"Have I bewitched you already?" she couldn't help chuckling softly as he stood so close. She couldn't stand the waiting, she was almost trembling from anticipation. How badly she wanted to feel his lips move, just ever so slightly in the opposite direction - wanting to feel them close over hers.

Until finally he pressed a kiss over her lips. The feeling of his tongue moving across her lips and the soft, slightly rough nature of his kiss - Margaery wanted to melt. Her hands moved up, soft palms gently cupping either side of his jaw to keep him there; to keep him right where she wanted to deepen the kiss. She welcomed the pressure of his tongue, and her lips parted to squeeze his lower lip softly between them. While his tongue retreated, Margaery suckled softly on his lower lip before letting her own soft tongue pursue his. Her body arched against his as his hand carded through her hair and his tongue tangled with her own.

He tasted faintly of the tea and honey cakes they had eaten. But beyond that, Margaery could taste the musk of the North on him. She couldn't help moaning softly into the kiss.