A/N: First and foremost, thank you all for the comments you've been leaving on this fic. I hope you haven't given up on it because I am committed to seeing it through until the end, even though I may be a bit slow on updating at times. All of your kinds words are appreciated and I hope you enjoy this new chapter!
The corners of Margaery's lips were turned up into a smile as her fingers tangled in soft auburn curls, giving them gentle tugs in tandem with Robb's movements. At first her lover had needed some encouragement from her, a little uncertain about what he was doing, but now he seemed perfectly content to go it alone. Margaery was truthfully rather glad, since she wasn't sure she would have been able to form a coherent sentence right now even if she tried. She hadn't quite been able to imagine just how good it would feel to have his head between her legs and his warm tongue lapping at her centre as all her sensations gave way to nothing but pleasure.
Margaery had to admit she been a little nervous about surprising Robb late that evening in the Tower of the Hand. She had plenty of past experience waiting for someone to no avail and it had very nearly made her change her mind at the last minute, but Robb's reaction when he had found her lying naked in his bed had made her immeasurably glad she had stayed. His mildly stunned face had been almost comical as she had slowly risen to her knees and reached forwards to unfasten and slip off the robe he had been wearing, murmuring to him that he wouldn't need it. Her hands had run along his skin, her fingers kneading the muscles beneath his chest and his stomach then moving lower still. When her hand had curled around his cock for a moment she had been afraid of gripping him too hard, but her fears had been assuaged when he had groaned in pleasure. She knew how good it felt when she slid her hand between her own legs and she had been pleased to find it had the desired effect on her lover as well. They had then exchanged deep, passionate kisses as she'd slid one hand along his length progressively faster, the other gripping his backside and giving it a squeeze when she felt him tremble. His seed had spilled soon after that and he had looked sincerely embarrassed until she had brought her hand to her lips and licked it off her fingertips. The kisses they shared afterwards were almost overwhelming in their intensity, and when he had told her that he wanted to return the favour she had only been able to oblige him. What she couldn't say she had expected was for him to use his mouth on her the way he did.
"Oh gods, Robb. Don't stop, my love," Margaery whimpered, unashamed of begging him. His tongue had found just the right spot and she was so close to her release that the last thing she wanted in the world was for him to pull away. "Don't stop, please. Don't…oh…" Her words dissolved into a moan she had to stifle by biting on her own bottom lip, and moments later her body was overtaken by a shudder as a wave of pleasure pulsed through her.
"Do you suppose there are many men who do that for their ladies?" Margaery wondered aloud, taking a few deep breaths as her body relaxed. Robb had seen her through until the end of her high, then pulled away slightly to kiss along her inner thighs and her stomach on his way back up her body. A delighted laugh escaped her as his lips lingered on her breasts; it seemed to be a spot he particularly favoured.
"I couldn't tell you," Robb said, giving a small chuckle of his own, "I've never thought to ask."
"Nor I," Margaery admitted with a giggle, "But I liked it very much."
"Good, because I was intending on doing it again," Robb affirmed, subsequently breaking into a grin. He had reached her eye level by then and she was slightly surprised when he leant in and pressed a kiss to her lips. She was even more surprised when she found she rather liked that he had a distinct taste on his tongue.
"I would like that. You must let me try it myself, too," Margaery insisted, laughing again when Robb's eyes widened involuntarily. "You needn't be so surprised. I like your cock. I liked it when you were inside me," she whispered, giving him a teasing smile, "But I am glad we have found other things we can do that do not risk you getting me with child. Thank the gods nothing came of our first time together."
Robb fell conspicuously silent then and Margaery hesitated slightly, wondering if she had said something she shouldn't have. She thought about asking him outright, but before she had time to even formulate a question he was pressing a tender kiss to her lips and speaking to her again. "I'm so glad you came to see me today," he admitted, barely pulling away from her, "I miss our time together…our time together in daylight hours, I mean."
"I do as well, my love. Sometimes I feel we see less of each other now than we used to," Margaery agreed as she let a hand thread through Robb's hair, "I wish we didn't have to be so careful. When I'm here with you it's as if nothing else matters in this world, but when I leave you…"
"I know. In King's Landing even the walls in the corridors have ears," Robb said gently, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't complain. What matters to me is that you are here."
A warm smile spread across Margaery's face. "I would have come sooner were it not for my grandmother's arrival. I love her dearly but she's a very hard woman to evade," she commented, "I also saw you looking particularly irritated today after your small council meeting and I thought you could use some cheering."
"You've certainly accomplished that," Robb remarked, giving a smile of his own, "Thank you, sweetheart. I didn't think feeling this happy again was possible until you."
"There's no need to thank me," Margaery told him. She pressed a kiss to Robb's lips and briefly thought that she should probably leave, but she knew where Renly would be and she also knew she would only end up lying in bed alone. She infinitely preferred being curled up with her wolf, who was wonderfully warm and had many habits she loved such as sliding his arm around her to bring her even closer to him. "Do you wish to share your troubles with me?" she asked him conversationally, "I may be able to help."
"I think I am the problem, truthfully. I do not know how to deal with any of them," Robb admitted, "I don't know whom I can trust."
"I'm afraid the answer is you can't trust anyone. Not here, anyway," Margaery informed him with a small sigh, "Most of them are Renly's men, not yours, and the ones who aren't loyal to him serve only their own interests."
"How do you know such things?" Robb wondered, smiling again, "You're far cleverer than I am."
"I merely watch and observe," Margaery informed him, though a smile tugged at the corners of her own lips, "And listen."
"What do you think I ought to do, then?" Robb enquired, "Based on your observations."
"Well, if you ask me, my love, what you need is to have at least some of those men replaced by men you can trust," Margaery explained, "Or men who would be worse off if they betrayed you. It will be no easy feat, but you are the Hand of the King and I am his queen. I believe between us we hold some sway over Renly."
"Is that so?" Robb said, raising an eyebrow. Margaery had to work to hide the fact that she was rather stunned that someone was curious as to what she was proposing, as she was far more used to being dismissed for voicing an opinion on anything that didn't involve her assigned queenly duties. "Go ahead," Robb encouraged her, "I'm listening."
"His grace is very drunk tonight."
Margaery turned towards her grandmother at the sound of her voice, pulling herself out of her thoughts. Throughout the feast she had avoided looking at Robb by focusing rather intently on every plate of food that had been placed before her, but now that he had retired to the Tower of the Hand she was finding it if possible even more difficult to think of anything but him. The banquet that evening was to celebrate the newly appointed Master of Ships and Master of Coin, the former of which was Wendel Manderly, a trusted companion of Robb's from the North, and the latter of which was Margaery's very own brother Willas. Her efforts and Robb's had paid off quickly and she knew her lover was as pleased at the news as she was, which only made her all the more eager to retire as well and join him in his chambers. Unfortunately, for the sake of appearances, she had to wait until a drunken Renly made his own exit before she would be able to leave.
"None more so than usual, I believe, grandmother," Margaery commented to Olenna, letting out a small laugh, "He always enjoys feasts like these a great deal."
"I think he might be enjoying this feast a little more than usual," Olenna affirmed, and Margaery merely shrugged her shoulders. Her actions seemed to displease her grandmother, whose mouth twisted slightly.
"Well, good sers and beautiful ladies, this evening has been a delight," Renly spoke up, addressing the few men and women who still remained in the Great Hall, "However, I believe the time has come for me to bid you all a good night and return to my chambers. Come with me, my Lord Commander of the Kingswife and my guard."
Margaery laughed along with everybody else at Renly's confusion, and moved to stand while Loras in his white cloak hurried over to catch an unsteady Renly before he fell on his face. Despite the small commotion all she could think about was Robb awaiting her, his hands ready to undress her and his lips ready to kiss her, and it clouded her thoughts to such an extent that she almost didn't hear her grandmother whisper to her.
"Make sure you go up to the king's chambers with him," Olenna advised quietly, her tone calm, "I expect he'll be wanting your company tonight, and if not…drunken men are confused easily, especially in the dark."
Margaery froze stiff. She knew exactly what her grandmother was implying and she wouldn't even dispute that it was a good idea. If Renly was drunk out of his wits and Loras was in the same room, it wouldn't be all that difficult to convince him he was kissing one Tyrell when he was in fact kissing another. She didn't know if that meant she would necessarily be able to get him to put a child in her, but if such an opportunity had presented itself not so very long ago she would have taken it without any hesitation.
"I will heed your advice, grandmother," Margaery affirmed, to which Olenna gave her a small pat on the hand.
The lie had slipped out easier than Margaery had expected it to. She left her husband and brother at the king's chambers where Renly was already touching his Lord Commander of the Kingsguard in places that many would consider inappropriate, and instead of going to her own room she hurried to the Tower of the Hand. She would not spend the night with a husband who did not love her or even lust for her, hoping he would mistake her for her brother. She chose to spend it instead with a man who loved to mutter her name over and over when he was close to his peak. She chose to have Robb slip his hand between her legs, to have him find that little nub she had often used to give herself pleasure and rub it until she was gasping for breath. She chose to have him slide two fingers into her with his other hand and fuck her with them slowly, only making her moan louder than she'd intended to. She chose to let go in his arms, kissing him hungrily and forgetting everything, forgetting Renly, forgetting her grandmother, even forgetting her title. She was just Margaery, and she was just as much his as he was hers.
She reasoned she probably should have known that her grandmother would be waiting for her when she arrived at her chambers the next morning. It occurred to her as well that it probably didn't help matters that she was rather flushed, her wolf having been unable to let her go in the morning without attacking her again much to her delight.
"I did not think at my age it was possible to be stunned but you have somehow managed it, Margaery. Is this why you ensured Lord Baelish was removed from the Small Council? Was he getting in the way of you doing whatever you please?" Olenna snapped at her, "I thought I had taught you better than this."
"I ensured Lord Baelish was removed because he was a terrible Master of Coin. Willas will do a great service for these kingdoms and you know it," Margaery retorted, "You did teach me, grandmother. You taught me how to survive, and I will always be grateful for that. But you never taught me how to live. I am finally living."
"You are being a foolish girl," Olenna informed her, "And you are going to wind up getting yourself killed. You need to end whatever this is."
"No."
Olenna blinked at her granddaughter, then took a step back from her as she shook her head. Margaery couldn't deny that it hurt to go against the wishes of a woman had been a guiding force for as long as she could remember, but she had never before been more certain of a single word and the implications it held. "If this takes a turn for the worse I won't be able to protect you, Margaery," Olenna said quietly, "I hope you know what you're doing."
For the first time in her life, Margaery Tyrell felt as though she truly did.
