Margaery had taken the elixir and smirked playfully when her husband offered it. She was anxious to test it out, but thought better of taking him right then. He had just survived battle, and his wounds were still fresh.

Plus...there was a part of Margaery that wanted to make him hold out too. A sort of additional punishment for her fear and worry watching the battle.

In the morning, however, Margaery rolled over and trailed her fingers over his cut. It was healing nicely, but still needed help. Margaery straddled him while he slept and applied more ointment. And conveniently took the opportunity to rub her hips suggestively into his.