Sansa Stark sighed. Sansa loved her job, but she couldn't wait until this day was over. She was working on a particularly tough case, and it felt like it would never end. She just wanted to go home, take a bath and cuddle up with her girlfriend on the couch. Her phone buzzed, and Sansa let out a laugh when she read the text message from her girlfriend: Hey, Sweetling, how's work? Are you still struggling with your case? Remember that you are the most bad- ass lawyer in the world. I feel like cuddling, Chinese food and wine. Wanna continue our little AHS marathon? I know you like it. ;) Hang in there! I'll see you soon. I love you 3
God, how she adored Margaery Tyrell. She felt completely at ease in her presence. She had managed to break down Sansa's walls, and still manage to love everything about her, even the darker qualities that Sansa so desperately tried to hide. Her fears and insecurities slowly melted away. She smiled to herself, the rest of the day didn't feel half as exhausting now.
After a long, hot bath, Sansa changed into her favorite pair of pajamas (a baggy Lion King one). She felt a pair of hands cover her eyes and Margaery's sweet voice in her ear: "welcome home, Sweetling." She could practically hear Margaery giggle with excitement. Sansa playfully pulled her hands away and turned around to kiss her girlfriend. About an hour and a half later, they had eaten their food and binge watching American Horror Story. Margaery kept a watchful eye on her girlfriend. Almost every time young Moira showed up on screen, Sansa would shift uncomfortably in her seat and her cheeks would color. "Tell me, Sweetling, do I have a competitor now? I feel a bit jealous when I see the way you're lusting after young Moira…." Margaery said playfully giving her girlfriend a little nudge. Sansa's face colored even more. The color of her face almost matched her hair. "No. I…. Oh, shut up, Margaery." She snapped back. "Ohhh, did I hit a nerve?" Margaery laughed. Sansa threw a pillow at her girlfriend. "Yes, if you don't behave I'll leave you for a ridiculously hot maid from a TV show." Margaery grinned wickedly. "Ill treat you like a queen" she whispered, dragging her girlfriend towards the bedroom.
Fuck. This case will be the death of me! I can't wait till I get home and see you. Can we just stay in bed for the rest of lives and binge watch series and drink lots and lots of wine? Love you, babe!
On Friday night that same week Sansa was exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go to bed and sleep for a week or two. She locked herself into the apartment. She called for her girlfriend, and she heard Margaery's voice, coming from the living room. She entered the living room and felt her jaw drop. Margaery Tyrell was standing in their apartment wearing an exact copy of the maid outfit young Moira wore in American Horror Story. It was as if someone had knocked all of her senses right out of her, she continued to stare at Margaery too shocked to say anything, Margaery made a pout and said with a voice like honey: "Sansa Stark, am I distracting you?"