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16 March 2012 @ 11:57 pm
G A M E O F T H R O N E S K I N K M E M E  

- all characters must be from george r. r. martin's a song of ice and fire's series or the hbo adaption game of thrones
- leave a pairing in the comments, along with an accompanying kink - eg jaime/cersei, voyeurism, theon/robb, oral.
- graphics and fanart are also accepted
- no hate pleeease, we don't all love the same ships but let's not bash because of it :)
- multiple fills are encouraged

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jonfuckingsnow on March 17th, 2012 12:10 am (UTC)
margaery/sansa, in a public place
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 18th, 2012 03:22 am (UTC)
When she first feels Margaery's hand on her thigh, Sansa looks around as if the touch was in warning. When she finds nothing alarming she turns to Margaery, frowning slightly, confused.

"Smile, Sansa, dearest. Just smile." Margaery says, through the side of her mouth, her gaze never wavering from the crowd of people filling the Great Hall.

Sansa smiles, tightly, as Margarey's hand kneads her upper thigh, squeezing...teasingly.

With the hour late, and many of the revellers deep in their cups, the two young women go unnoticed, and when Margaery's hand slips into the pocket of Sansa skirt, no one even blinks at the gasp Sansa drowns in her cup.

Her hand is cool to the touch, and Margaery strokes the inside of Sansa's thigh with soft, feathery touches. She does this long enough that Sansa has slowly begun to slouch in her chair, pushing her body lower, and in return, Margaery's hand higher.

Fingers stroke the soft downy hair at the apex of Sansa's thighs with utter accuracy, and Sansa's knuckles grow white as she grips the arms of her chair. Margaery's fingers slide between her folds, and she hums, delighted at the slippery feel of Sansa's count beneath her fingers. She laughs softly as her index fingers circles the nub at the top of Sansa's mound.

It doesn't take Sansa long to climax, her bottom lip raw between her teeth as she works to stay quiet, to stay composed, her body contracting against Margaery's touch.

When Margaery pulls her hand from Sansa's gown it shines bright with her wetness. It is only then that her husband, Joffery turns to the two of them. "Are you enjoying the feast, my Queen?"

Margaery laughs, sweetly and looks at Sansa for a moment. "It is delicious, Your Grace," she says, turning back to Joffrey, and slides her index finger into her mouth.

Edited at 2012-03-18 03:22 am (UTC)
a girl with kaleidoscope eyes: amy hairporna_cherrytree on March 18th, 2012 04:23 am (UTC)
god I love this
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 18th, 2012 11:45 pm (UTC)
Laine Montgomerylainemontgomery on March 18th, 2012 05:34 am (UTC)
Fabulous! Oh Margaery, you little scamp. I love the dynamic between our two fierce ladies here.

And ha! Joffrey. Wah-wahhh.
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 18th, 2012 11:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
an owl on the sill in the eveningmisstopia on March 18th, 2012 02:50 pm (UTC)
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 18th, 2012 11:46 pm (UTC)
:D thanks!
fsfitzgeraldsfsfitzgeralds on March 18th, 2012 10:50 pm (UTC)
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 18th, 2012 11:46 pm (UTC)
Hahaha. Thank you so much!
Sternflammendensternflammenden on March 18th, 2012 11:06 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is awesome. Not only does Joffery get secretly owned here, the Sansa/Margaery interaction is very hot.
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 18th, 2012 11:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I hate Joff so much I try and stick it to him whenever possible. LOL.
margaeryrainbowmargaeryrainbow on March 18th, 2012 11:51 pm (UTC)
ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDFGHJKL this is my legitimate otp.
hell is other peopleworkswithwords on March 20th, 2012 12:25 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm glad to be of service! :)
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(no subject) - workswithwords on March 20th, 2012 12:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)