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                there was no telling if they would stop anytime soon. the headboard had hit the wall so many times he was sure it had dented it, shavings of wood falling onto the pillows beneath as she rode him - drove him to the best pleasure ever imaginable. there was something truly remarkable about margaery, something that he just couldn’t understand, and it was the fact that she could bring over the edge with just the noises that slipped from her mouth. she was truly a remarkable woman and jon snow would never let her go. the headboard had now busted and she was still going at it, hardly even caring as this was not the first bed they had broken. a bite to his lower lip as he began to chuckle, arms wrapping around her to bring her closer as his hips met her own.

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Snow. A bastard of the North. His mannerisms and courtesies were near perfect, not exactly something a lowborn could do. He spoke like a highborn lord, averted his eyes when others oggled at her. Perhaps not a lord but a lord’s son. Bastards could be found anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms but the real question was which northern lord sent his son to the wall. 

“Tell me, Jon Snow. How fares the Night’s Watch? I know that the cold isn’t very inviting but your numbers seem smaller than I expected.”

                  ‘ i will not lie - the night’s watch does struggle with their numbers day by day. their                  used to be plenty of men on the walls, but we have lost more than half of them. it’s a damn                  shame to see this castle house so few, bu t the night’s watch will prevail. ’

             { ♚ } Margaery was waiting for him just like he told her. Although the cold kept her from revealing herself, kept her from waiting for him with nothing to cover the inches of skin he knew so well by know. Fire made the wood inside the fireplace crack, as she kept herself busy brushing her hair. Brown locks as smooth as silk fell on her shoulders, her skin no longer having the tan Highgarden gave her, but still not as fair as Jon’s skin, but still colder than his. The thought of him made her body react quickly. Thighs pressed together, as she heard the door opening.              Her lips turned into an almost shy smile as her eyesight caught him. Furs started falling on the bed, her body covered only by one. “You told me to not find another man while you were away. I kept my promise.” Her smile grew into a grin, though her eyes reflected much more than mere joy. She left her brush on the table close to Jon’s bed, more skin revealed as she moved. “You came back rather quickly, i must say.” 

               the man made sure to do his duties to the fullest ability, though he was thinking about their night together the entire time. the way she felt pressed against him, the way her eyes looked in the dim firelight, the way her body fit perfectly with his own; all of these things ran through his head, making him realize that he loved spending time with the tyrell. perhaps she would just stay in his room for the rest of eternity until they both died from the cold or the old age, though that would be a sad life to live. he only wanted her to stay in this room, for now, so that he could come back to her to find that she had warmed him bed. there was nothing better than the feeling, he had found.

             { ♚ } Sansa insisted. Robb insisted, all she could do was roll her eyes and agree. Margaery was never one for a blind date. But her friends seemed to be more interested in set her up with someone that in their own lovelives. The pair of auburn-haired Starks said her date would be more than fitting, that he was nice and handsome. A part of her was curious, another put in her mind that this would be only a one time thing. As they shared the news with Loras, her brother also dragged Renly into the deal. She huffed. She didn’t felt lonely, or in need for a couple. But said yes to keep any rant about her lovelife at bay.

             She put on a dress, high heels and grabbed her purse before leaving her appartment. The restaurant was not far from there, a few blocks if not less. She sat next to the bar, and asked for a glass of white wine. She took a deep breath, nerves were not needed. “Only one date.” She said to herself. One date and this madness would be over. Perhaps this Jon lived far from there, so it was likely they would never meet again. Or so she hoped. She looked over her shoulder, Sansa said he had the same features as Arya. In the crowd it was difficult to see wether he was there or not, so she took another sip from her wine, and waited for him to find her.

            The thought of Jon dating anyone made him sick to his stomach. A redhead had caught his eye once, but to no avail. She had left to visit family and apparently the man wasn’t supportive enough. She broke his heart on the spot and, since then, he has not been interested in getting closer to any other woman. He felt that he only needed his sisters to be the females in his life, as his mother was dead and his step-mother was dead to him. He couldn’t quite believe that he had decided on going on a blind date, but it had all happened so very fast. The first time Sansa brought it up, Jon turned it down immediately, thinking that it would only end terrible. The second time Robb brought it up and Jon was already tired of hearing about it. They spoke of her as if she was beautiful, which Jon was interested in, but there was nothing more to go on. This would either go very well or very poorly.

                            ‘ I’m sorry for being late. I know that’s probably a terrible first impression,                           but I haven’t exactly been on a blind date before. ’

            His eyes had yet to truly take her in before he sat in the seat across from her, getting comfortable before looking into her eyes. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Jon had noticed her blonde hair as soon as he walked through the door, having realized she would have already been seated. He had taken too long to get there, he was sure of it, but he hoped that she didn’t mind. 

             { ♚ } There was little she could do to stop, from the way he reacted to her way of showing what she really wanted. Nails still traveling across his back, the hairs on the back of her neck pointing out at the feeling of his fingers threading into her locks. Her thigh moved upwards to hook on his hip, body moving close once more, chest rising and falling against Jon’s. He needed to go, duties calling for him, but keeping him close, right beside her was tempting, keeping him with her under the furs, breaking the vows that seemed to be forgotten by now.              “It is indeed a better idea.” She smiled, lips kissing his cheek. “But you have responsabilities and i do not want to keep you from them. It is not proper for a Lady to keep a man away from his duties.” Her hips brushed against Jon’s, her eyes never looking away from his. “Come look for me after.” A smile found the way tp her lips, as she kissed his cheek once more. 

                the feeling of her bare skin pressed against his own was almost more than he could take. the hand in her hair moved away for a moment, trying to remove his touch on her body one by one - until there would be nothing left but a single finger laying against her waist. there was just something about her that sent his vows out of the window, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of his days with her - the rest of this day with her - even if that was treatable by death. he was a traitor, in a way, and could be hanged for doing such a thing as having sex with a lady. especially one with the name margaery tyrell. a soft kiss is pressed to her nose before he removes himself from the bed, moving to grab the shredded clothing from the night before.