Fic: A Fine Friendship
I wrote this for the recent ficlet exchange.
Title: A Fine Friendship
Rating: R
Pairing: Sansa/Margaery
Word Count: 500
Summary: The close friendship of Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark is a model for all the ladies of Westeros.
Thrice-widowed, it was whispered that Margaery Tyrell was cursed. Despite her beauty and the size of the dowry he offered, her lord father simply couldn’t find a man to take her to wife. This might have caused another maid to despair, but not Margaery. Maidenhood suited her quite well since she had no interest in having a man rut between her legs.
Life as one of Queen Daenerys's ladies-in-waiting provided all the joys she wanted. Days were spent charming ambitious courtiers into revealing their true intentions, and at evenings she amused herself toying with the hopes of lustful lords. Nights were best of all. She shared a bed with another of the queen's attendants, Sansa Stark, and they often didn’t sleep until the early hours of morning.
It had taken too long to seduce Sansa. Margaery had found her endearing years before when she had plotted to wed her to her brother Willas. But when Sansa came to court to serve Queen Daenerys, she was much changed. Gone was the girl eager to please, the girl who had been so grateful for every smile Margaery bestowed upon her. In her place was a woman as cool as her icy homeland. It was a challenge Margaery hadn’t been able to resist.
However, to her shock, Sansa had rebuffed her kisses and declined her gifts. The diamond necklace she purchased for Sansa's name day was returned to her with a polite note of refusal. And when she attempted to kiss her at a picnic, Sansa turned her face away and exclaimed about ants, drawing the attention of their companions. Margaery didn’t believe it was because of any man; Sansa played with her suitors mercilessly and casually.
Finally she gave up on courtship games and resorted to a method lacking all finesse. She spoke to Sansa bluntly.
"Do you have a lover?"
"I do not."
"Do you find me displeasing?"
"Not at all."
"Then tell me how I may gain your love."
"I have no love to give."
"Then give me your sweet body."
"No." Sansa had touched her for the first time then, stroking her cheek. "Give me yours."
“It is yours, my lady."
She hadn’t fully understood how much Sansa had changed, the things she had learned in the intervening years. She realized it when Sansa teased her to the brink of release - then stopped and insisted they take a long walk in the gardens. Margaery was shamefully conscious of the fragrant juices running down her thighs all the while, and when they returned to their chambers and Sansa finally allowed her release, her body shook for long moments afterwards.
If people sometimes wondered about the noises that came from the sleeping cell of Lady Margaery and Lady Sansa, no one ever said anything. Their close friendship was often remarked upon and held up as an example for all the young girls in the realm. No one ever deciphered why Queen Daenerys smiled whenever such comments were made in her hearing.
Title: A Fine Friendship
Rating: R
Pairing: Sansa/Margaery
Word Count: 500
Summary: The close friendship of Margaery Tyrell and Sansa Stark is a model for all the ladies of Westeros.
Thrice-widowed, it was whispered that Margaery Tyrell was cursed. Despite her beauty and the size of the dowry he offered, her lord father simply couldn’t find a man to take her to wife. This might have caused another maid to despair, but not Margaery. Maidenhood suited her quite well since she had no interest in having a man rut between her legs.
Life as one of Queen Daenerys's ladies-in-waiting provided all the joys she wanted. Days were spent charming ambitious courtiers into revealing their true intentions, and at evenings she amused herself toying with the hopes of lustful lords. Nights were best of all. She shared a bed with another of the queen's attendants, Sansa Stark, and they often didn’t sleep until the early hours of morning.
It had taken too long to seduce Sansa. Margaery had found her endearing years before when she had plotted to wed her to her brother Willas. But when Sansa came to court to serve Queen Daenerys, she was much changed. Gone was the girl eager to please, the girl who had been so grateful for every smile Margaery bestowed upon her. In her place was a woman as cool as her icy homeland. It was a challenge Margaery hadn’t been able to resist.
However, to her shock, Sansa had rebuffed her kisses and declined her gifts. The diamond necklace she purchased for Sansa's name day was returned to her with a polite note of refusal. And when she attempted to kiss her at a picnic, Sansa turned her face away and exclaimed about ants, drawing the attention of their companions. Margaery didn’t believe it was because of any man; Sansa played with her suitors mercilessly and casually.
Finally she gave up on courtship games and resorted to a method lacking all finesse. She spoke to Sansa bluntly.
"Do you have a lover?"
"I do not."
"Do you find me displeasing?"
"Not at all."
"Then tell me how I may gain your love."
"I have no love to give."
"Then give me your sweet body."
"No." Sansa had touched her for the first time then, stroking her cheek. "Give me yours."
“It is yours, my lady."
She hadn’t fully understood how much Sansa had changed, the things she had learned in the intervening years. She realized it when Sansa teased her to the brink of release - then stopped and insisted they take a long walk in the gardens. Margaery was shamefully conscious of the fragrant juices running down her thighs all the while, and when they returned to their chambers and Sansa finally allowed her release, her body shook for long moments afterwards.
If people sometimes wondered about the noises that came from the sleeping cell of Lady Margaery and Lady Sansa, no one ever said anything. Their close friendship was often remarked upon and held up as an example for all the young girls in the realm. No one ever deciphered why Queen Daenerys smiled whenever such comments were made in her hearing.