A/N- This is Arya, and this is quite possibly my favorite chapters.
Sansa and Margaery were in their senior year of college, they had been together for nearly a year and a half and they finally found the time for Margaery to visit Winterfell to meet the rest of the Starks. Arya was going to be back from her first year of University across the country in Bravos, and Bran and Rickon had a few days off for spring break. It was the perfect time.
"I warn you, they're loud and they're brash, and they have little concept for personal boundaries." Sansa began listing as she walked Margaery up the drive to the front door.
"Sweetling, stop worrying." The brunette tried to relax her girlfriend, running reassuring hands up and down her arms, "I've already met the older brothers. It's just Arya, the boys, and your parents. Everything's going to be fine."
"How can you be so calm about this?"
"Because so far every Stark I've met has tried hitting on me." Margaery smirked. Sansa blushed, and was about to stammer some response when he was shushed with the brunette's lips against her own, "Only one of them has been successful." Margaery whispered between kisses.
"That's me." Sansa sighed into her girlfriend's mouth.
The Tyrell chuckled pulling back and straightening Sansa's coat, "That's right, darling." She smoothed the taller girl's hair down from where her own hands had mussed it up while they had kissed, "Let's do this."
The door was pulled open moments after Sansa rang the bell to reveal the younger Stark girl. She gave the couple on the stoop a cursory once over before zeroing in on her sister, "I hate you."
"What for?" Sansa's brows knitted together. With Arya, any imagined wrongdoing was possible. When Sansa was a freshman in high school they once didn't talk for nearly a full two months because Arya was convinced Sansa had broken her Nerf gun. Granted the suspicion was not unfounded seeing as Arya kept using it to shoot Sansa from her window when she was practicing soccer in the backyard. Sansa didn't talk to Arya because she was truly angry about the constant barrage of Nerf bullets.
After nearly two months of silence between the girls- a feat made easier by the fact that all six Stark children plus Theon still lived at home- they found out that Theon and Robb broke the gun and they broke their silence to plot revenge on the boys.
"Because now I'm going to be the only one bringing boys home. Do you know how much pressure that puts on me? Dad is going to scare anyone I date away in seconds!" Arya lectured with a hint of a smirk on her face.
Sansa rolled her eyes, "Poor Arya." She lamented, "That's assuming you can even find a boyfriend to begin with."
Arya rolled her eyes, not acknowledging the dig. Finally she turned her attention on Margaery, running an appraising glance up and down the Tyrell. She set her lips in a line, eyes scrunching up before she nodded, "I can see why the boys were all over her. She's absurdly attractive. How in the hell did you get her to go out with you?"
Sansa's jaw dropped at Arya's comment, though she should know better than to be surprised by such behavior.
"Sansa's quite the catch herself." Margaery smiled, her arm going around the redhead's waist and pulling her in tight. A blush rose on Sansa's cheeks that Margaery couldn't help but lean up on her tiptoes to kiss.
Arya nose crinkled, "God, of course you two are that kind of adorably insufferable couple." The comment lacked bite, and Sansa knew it was her sister's way of giving her approval.
"So you're not going to hit on me too?" Margaery asked, her lips pulling up in a signature half smirk.
Arya laughed, her face softening, "Not a damn chance, Tyrell."