Margaery was happy to see such a reaction from him. Already he seemed to be addicted to her, and she to him. Only too willingly would she have allowed him to carry her off to the North, to hide away and work off the cold of the North together. The fact that he wasn't highborn was...well, it would not be accurate to say that Margaery didn't care - she did. But not as much as her father, not as much as her grandmother. She wanted to be queen, but she wanted Will too. A true regal attitude, she wanted her cake, and she wanted to eat it too.
She saw that he had been about to speak when she touched him. That made her chuckle. She leaned up and kissed him back, that quick, playful peck that sealed their affection. That low rumble in his voice made her sigh in delight - but it was a conflicted sound; so badly she wanted to give in to that rougher side, to let his more primal instincts take over and let him do as he pleased with her.
In time, she thought to herself, in time.
"I'll be careful in my grip," she replied. "Not to hard, not too soft..." her fingers pressed more insistently, moving ever so slightly, inching down, but not by far. And soon enough she pulled her hand back from his body and chuckled up at him.
Once more she kissed him and let her tongue drag over his lower lip. Slowly she leaned back again and let her fingers play over the clasps and ties of his shirt. "We will see," she purred and gave him a playful wink. "If we stay here much longer, we may never leave."
She knew her grandmother would be wondering where she was, and what was keeping her. If they were gone for too long, they would draw suspicion before they were even able to enjoy what time they had together.
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She saw that he had been about to speak when she touched him. That made her chuckle. She leaned up and kissed him back, that quick, playful peck that sealed their affection. That low rumble in his voice made her sigh in delight - but it was a conflicted sound; so badly she wanted to give in to that rougher side, to let his more primal instincts take over and let him do as he pleased with her.
In time, she thought to herself, in time.
"I'll be careful in my grip," she replied. "Not to hard, not too soft..." her fingers pressed more insistently, moving ever so slightly, inching down, but not by far. And soon enough she pulled her hand back from his body and chuckled up at him.
Once more she kissed him and let her tongue drag over his lower lip. Slowly she leaned back again and let her fingers play over the clasps and ties of his shirt. "We will see," she purred and gave him a playful wink. "If we stay here much longer, we may never leave."
She knew her grandmother would be wondering where she was, and what was keeping her. If they were gone for too long, they would draw suspicion before they were even able to enjoy what time they had together.