A femslash lemon, staring our two favorite ladies, Sansa and Margery. It will be rated M, for obvious reasons. This is my first time writing smut, so be honest in the reviews. May take requests for future lemons, and some I have been considering. A piece of trivia for this story, is that the backstory I given it was the plot of another story that I didn't have time to write.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. Game of Thrones and it's source material is property to G.R.R Martin and HBO.
Lady Sansa Stark lays her bedroom as the sun set in Winterfell, and winter was still on the horizon, but what kept the room light and warm was the dimming candles. Thoughts going through her head, the peace she has now, and the pain of her past. She also thinks of the times to come; more peace possibly, but more pain inevitably. She hears someone walking to the door, and knew who it was in a heartbeat; her lover Margery Tyrell, one of her favorite angels in the sea of devils
"May I come in milady ?" Margery asked from behind the door, already knowing her answer.
"You may." Sansa nods, a small grin forming on her face. As soon as Margery enters, Sansa stands up from her bed, and they immediately pull into an embrace. They where finally together; oh sure, they've been united in the past, but not like this; they're previous reunions have been mostly public, in the eyes of other lords, ladies, their people and servants. Sansa was sure to remind her servants that they where not to disturbed her bed chambers until noon the next day. Margery was an exception. The day before Joffery's wedding to Margery, Sansa confessed her feelings to Margery, but didn't get her response, and when Sansa was forced to flee Kings Landing, she thought she'd never see her again.
They where originally reunited, when she paid a visit to High Garden, when Stannis Baratheon sacked Kings Landing for the second time. At the time, Margery was pregnant with former king Tommen's child, and Tommen was willing to surrender the crown peacefully to Stannis, before Cersei had him removed from Kings Landing to confront Stannis herself. As a result, Cersei was sentenced to be sacrificed by the red lady Melissandre. As a result, Tommen is missing, and Stannis is only the de-facto ruler of the realm. Sansa heard from her brother Rickon; he and his protector Osha where found by Baratheon troops, and Rickon was taken in for the time being as a ward to Stannis (and became good friends with Shireen Baratheon ). Margery managed to flee to High Garden, where she bore her son, but for his protection, had him named as a bastard, in fear Stannis would see him as a potential threat to his claim.
When they first saw each other again, Sansa whispered "When I told you about how I felt, you didn't answer; can you now ?" and Margery shushed her, but arranged this visit to Winterfell when the time was right.
And despite everything, all Sansa could think of now, was young Tyrell woman wrapped in her arms. She was distracting, even to the darker times that are upon them; Stannis Baratheon's army was culled down to small numbers during his siege, as was the royal army of Kings Landing, the White Walkers and their leader the Night's King are beginning to make their presence known, and are upon the wall as they speak (and according to a decree sent by the Night's King, they have Brandon Stark and Meera Reed as political hostages). As a result thousands people from the seven kingdoms are being recruited to the Night's Watch. Daenerys Targaryen, her dragons and her army of dothraki and unsullied are one the horizon of Westeros. What this means to the Seven Kingdoms is to be seen.
At that moment, that wasn't what was on Sansa's mind, but rather the Tyrell girl in one of her usual dresses, contrasting with Sansa's night gown. "Does this mean I have my answer ?" Margery smiles and pulls Sansa into a kiss. Sansa lacked experience is kissing, especially women despite her feelings for Margery. Margery on the other hand had full control, her tounge licking Sansa's lips, twirled with Sansa's own tounge, stroking Sansa's teeth and gums before she gently poked her uvula, catching Sansa by surprise.
"Now you do." Margery said with a smirk. The two girls share a soft laugh before pulling into their hug again, simply breathing each others scents; Margery smelled of roses and wine, while Margey inhaled Sansa, and could just tastes the icy minty freshness that she thought to herself "This must be the scent of the north." Only their presence would fill their heart with a powerful golden warmth, which gradually pours from their hearts into...other spots.
They pulled away again, and Sansa's curious hands got the best of her as they nervously explore the tower of pure flesh that was Margey. Not that Margery noticed, tonight she was Sansa's and Sansa was hers. Sansa was entranced by the smooth feeling of some of Margery's exposed skin, from her slender neck to her toned legs. It wasn't long before they noticed one more thing in their way - their clothes.
"Margery..." Sansa started to say, but was lost for words.
Not that Margery didn't know what she was going to say "I do to Sansa, but are you sure you don't want to wait ?"
In a small boast of confidence, Sansa placed her hands on Margery's cheeks, and touched their foreheads together "I think we waited long enough." Sansa said with a small, soft chuckle.
And at that moment, Margery reaches for the hem of Sansa's gown, while the latter reached the back of the formers dress. As Margery lifts Sansa's gown, Sansa unhooked and pulled away Margery's gown. As their clothes fell to the floor, both girls took in each others features. Sansa's skin was pale from the cold temperature and her nipples matched. Her breast weren't very large, but fairly full, and her waist was skinny, but a little wider then Margery's, matching her toned legs and complete with a small red patch of fur at the center. Margery's breast where a little larger from the pregnancy, and she had a more womanly curve. Her center was shaved, with her light tan it was easy to distract from her small stretch marks.
In an almost hypnotic, cautious fashion, Sansa brought her hand up to Margery's left breast. Her breath caught in her throat. This wasn't the first time she seen another womans pair, but it was the first time she touched them like this. Back in Kings Landing, when her curiosity's became apparent, Sansa's servant Shae offered her a chance to explore, but she declined at the time. Now that she was with Margery, she knew what she was missing out on. Subconsciously, Sansa brought her other hand to Margery's other breast, and didn't realize until Margery let out a small yelp when Sansa pinched both her nipples.
Sansa looked at Margey's encouraging face, with an embarrassed, almost apologetic look on hers. "Weren't you the one who said you waited to long for this ?" Margery asked, as a small grin began to form on Sansa's face. They pull into another kiss, as Margery walks Sansa backwards towards the bed, and laid her down on it, never breaking their embrace.
As they lay down, their mouth's never stopped kissing, but their hands was another story. They practiced stroking each other breasts and giving gentle squeezes. They took to gently pinching, pulling and poking each others nipples. Then their hands went south, to feel the curve of each others asses. And lastly, towards what was on the other side. That was when Sansa felt it.
Or to put it more accurately, Margery felt the previously untouched bundle of nerves on Sansa's womanhood. Sansa wasn't even aware on this spot until now, but as of this moment, it meant the world to her. Margery smiles again, and pulls her and Sansa to a sitting position, their legs crossed with each other. With one finger, Margery went to work on Sansa's clit, stroking it gently. Sometimes up and down, sometimes in a circular motion. "Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop." Margery whispers to Sansa's ear, before doing the same thing again in a faster, more aggressive speed, even applying her finger nail to it. At no point did Sansa indicate any pain, and judging by her facial expression and sounds she made, it was quite the opposite.
Sansa and Margery didn't realize it, but their thoughts where the same prayer. A prayer to all gods, from the old gods, to the new, to the drowned god, the many faced god, R'hllor and even the Great Other; "Let me keep her."
"M..Margery!" Sansa finally groaned, her center becoming wetter and wetter. Margery loved the sound of Sansa saying her name like that, but was more surprised what came from the usually gentle worded, shy girl she was pleasuring "Ah..f-fuck!". Sansa suddenly pulled herself away from Margery's touch, against all her instincts to do so. Margery was confused and even a little hurt that Sansa pulled away like that, not knowing Sansa was about to make up for it.
"Sansa, what ar-" before she could finish her question, Margery got her answer, as Sansa leaned her head down to Margery's breast, taking a hardened nipple of her right breast into her mouth. Margery gasps, her heart beating at such a rapid rate, Sansa could almost feel it on her lips. Sansa began to suck, and suck fiercely. Margery gasps, and her eyes flutter. And try as she might, Margery couldn't form a Sansa's name in the same matter as Sansa called hers, all that was coming was light gasps and heavy breaths. Once her mind became coherent enough, Margery reached down to Sansa's spot again and with three fingers, worked the bundle again. It was when Sansa was once again on the brink of orgasm did Margery relent. Curious, Sansa released Margery's nipple and glared at her with sarcastic anger.
"Margery...you seen me in Kings Landing, but why do you chose to make me suffer again ?" Sansa said trying to sound hurt, but her excitement told her that Margery had something up her sleeve...or lack thereof.
"Just something I want to try." Margery said was she leans Sansa down onto the bed, spread her legs positioned herself between them. Margery pressed her and Sansa's centers together, making sure that their clits where in perfect alignment. Once Margery was pleased with the expression on Sansa's face, and subsided from the excitement of her own sensation, Margery began to rock her hips into Sansa's.
Sansa and Margery began heaving and gasping at the sensation, and Sansa began to wrap around her legs around Margery's waist.
"Margery..." Sansa moaned again.
"I know." Margery winced, rocking her hips slower into Sansa, increasing the intensity of their touch.
"I want..." Sansa barely whispered "I want you to say my name."
"What did you say ?" Margery said in teasing voice, keeping and innocent expression on her face, and maintaining her pace.
Sansa didn't respond in kind, and fiercely thrust her hips into Margery's, catching the girl on top of her by suprise "Say my name!" Sansa almost growled. Sansa began to rock recklessly against Margery, earing several yelps and groans from her.
"S-Sa..." Margery groaned intensely, before finally managing on her fourth attempt "Saaannsssa..."
Sansa then flashed a surprisingly cocky grin on her face, which supsided into pleasure again as both girls continued their game of thrusts, grinds and hip rolling. And just as they where about to come again Margery pulls away. Margery placed her mouth on Sansa's as she was about to win before licking down her chin, then her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, and as she was about to feast on her intended target, she felt Sansa's hand stop her head.
"No." Sansa said.
"No ?"
"Just something I want to try." Sansa said as she gestures Margery onto the bed, and lays her down. Sansa crawls behind Margery's head, before climbing onto her knees, which surrounded Margery's head. Sansa inhaled deeply before crouching her lower lips onto Margery's mouth.
Margery's tongue did it's work, sampling the juices rapidly forming from Sansa's tunnel of love. Margery's tongue explored and found just the right spots Sansa wanted, although it can be credited to Sansa riding and rocking on Margery's face.
It was a miracle that Margery could breath, with her mouth on Sansa, and nose rubbing on her clit. Despite this Margery found herself breathing through her nose, which Sansa found ticklish, one of many indications given by the sounds from Sansa's mouth.
It wasn't long before Sansa leans down towards Margery's sex. She briefly looked at it, how her clit was beginning to show, how it was as wet as her, and how there was no hair to nuzzle. Sansa opened her mouth and went in.
As the two girls work with their mouth work on each other, they didn't know what they loved better; the feeling, the taste of each other, or that they where pleasuring the one they loved. All they knew was that they didn't want it to end. Margery was impressed with Sansa's work, how her normally tame tongue circled, and probed her inner regions, and how her own nose poked and rubbed her clit. As an added bonus, Sansa would take her tongue and lap lightly at Margery's clit.
Moment's later, the inevitable came and so did they. Both girls moaned fiercely into each other and they're legs quakes and they mouths became hit with full force of their orgasms. They did what they can to lap up whatever juices their bodies released, but they became overwhelmed as they spill over each others face.
Sansa rolls off Margery and the two lick off the mess on their lips before cleaning the rest on Sansa's sheets. Sansa lays her head on her pillow, with Margery following after her. Margery wraps her arms around Sansa and they spoon for the next several minutes, enjoying each others warmth and silence. Before Margery broke the silence "Brings a new meaning to "Winter is coming" doesn't it." Margery joked.
Sansa chuckles "Can't we just enjoy this ? I know this peace won't last." Margery nods, taking into account the sightings of White Walkers and Dragons on the horizon.
"Of course we can." Margery says softly, stroking Sansa's hair and kissing her cheek. She'll have to save asking Sansa to join her at High Garden to wear out the inevitable storm for tomorrow. They two sigh as they drift off into an exhausted oblivion.
Normally Margery would be checking her sleeping son, but she knew he was sleeping like the baby he is (and whenever she forgot, her brother Loras would check on him anyways). Here, she was embraced with the girl who suffered to long. Sansa would normally be sleeping alone, even if it was in her own home. Not tonight, or the nights to follow.
Until the new war begins.
So this is my first lemon fic. Please review, and again, I am considering requests. Again, this fic is an expansion of sorts of a fic I originally had in mind, which I used as the backstory for this fic. I'd continue working on that one, but I never had the time.
