When Margaery woke up on New Year's Day, she couldn't even move or open her eyes. As she lifted her head a bit with her eyes still closed, she felt as if everything inside her would just flow out. It was like feeling sick and sore at the same time.
This is how hangover feels like? How's Thirrin still alive?
Finally she managed to slowly open her eyes but wished she didn't. Her room was a mess: several clothing items on the floor, a bottle that used to contain rosé champagne, part of her bedding also on the floor. But when she turned her head to the other side, she almost screamed: a handsome, masculine guy with curly auburn hair, auburn stubble and massive shoulders was peacefully sleeping next to her, resting one arm around her waist, another tangled in her frizzy hair.
She turned back quickly. At first Margaery couldn't believe what she saw. Then the memories of the previous night started returning to her mind: it started with the goddamned prestigious family gin that made her see the entire world brighter and easier. Then one thing followed another and the next thing she could remember was Robb Stark pushing her against the wall of the first empty room they'd found, hungrily kissing her while nearly ripping off each other's clothes, and after…
OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS… What the hell have I done?
She wasn't sure where they got that champagne and why they had to drink it, but she remembered what happened after the fast, but delightful round when she suggested to come up to her room: his stubble gently tickling her inner thighs while making his way upwards, kissing and licking her down there, herself holding onto his thick hair and scratching his strong back. Rocking herself on top of him, squeezing each others' hands tightly, standing together in the shower, her legs around his waist, his arms holding her tight, both covered by soft foam of shower gel that smelled like green tea...
I basically spent the first hours of the new year having sex with Robb Stark… Having sex and drinking champagne… Oh holy shit...
All of her muscles were sore like after a hard workout. Her lips hurt: they were swollen and puffy. She had light, but still visible hickies on her neck and chest area and bruises on her hips - he must have held her too tight. On top of everything she had a terrible headache too.
Deep in her mind she knew something like this would happen soon. Her brothers and Thirrin (and in the past few days even Theon
Greyjoy) would tease her that she needed to have proper sex as soon as possible. She had to agree, but she definitely didn't want to solve the issue by a one night stand, which wasn't her thing at all.
She tried to use one of those calming breathing techniques that she'd learnt on yoga class but didn't really have any success: he was too close, the touch of his warm hand on her skin and his enchanting scent (warm and masculine mixture of amber and musk with a fresh woody hint) made her entire body tensed.
Breath in, breath out - she told herself. - It's not the end of the world. You live in the 21th century, people are having one night stands in this second. Your brothers've had them, your cousin's had like a million of them, so once in a lifetime you can have one too. Both of you were drunk, well, you were drunker than him, but still. It happens. Maybe it doesn't mean him that much. Maybe he'll walk out of the door and you'll never see each other again.
This last thought almost made her cry. She'd never felt being this attracted to anyone before. She had some boyfriends, she hooked up with people, but never had sex with them the first time they met. Slowly but effectively building up a relationship, not jumping right into the middle - that was her philosophy. But he was different. His deep voice, his unrealistically sexy scent, his strong arms, his beautiful blue eyes, the way he danced with her, the way he kissed her, the way he held her, the way he caressed all over her body, the way he whispered my rose softly before both of them fell into the white fire of lust…
It's crazy. I don't fall for people - she thought. - I get to simply like people, not fall for them. And most importantly not fall into people's arms after like five minutes of dancing. Now he probably thinks I'm a stupid little slut who desperately needs to be fucked… Why, why, why did I have to do it with Robb?! If I literally hadn't screwed up everything it could have been a start of something that actually makes sense…
Margaery was trying to convince herself that she didn't need a man to fulfill her life but as she saw people around her getting together with someone caused several second thoughts. Christmas didn't help either as all of her relatives had made comments that she should get a boyfriend too. Not any kind of boyfriend, of course, but one who could fit into the family's conception. Her major problem was that Robb actually fit into her requirements: he looked very handsome, he was member of a prestigious old family, he was known to be kind, generous and intelligent, and last, but definitely not least, he was a great lover too. Therefore she really wanted more than just one night, but didn't see much chance of any sequence.
I don't have enough time for a boyfriend anyway. I have school, business, yoga, Pilates and I wanted to start learning Arabic this semester too… Jesus who am I kidding, I clearly have too much free time, of course I could find some for him…
As her thoughts darkened and darkened she suddenly felt his arm tightening around her waist and his hand reaching for hers. He had warm and big hands, twice the size of her elegant, small hands, maybe that's why they fit into his perfectly. He pulled her closer, she could feel the heat of his body even through the sheets. Her breathing became faster and heavier, she forgot about all of her worries and squeezed his hand unintentionally.
If it's our last time together, please do what you did to me when we first did it in my room…
With her bottom lip between her teeth she turned her head to the other side, he started moving and then… He opened his eyes, looked like he wasn't sure either at first where he was. He looked at their hands that were still tightened around each other then into her eyes.
"Oh fuck… - Robb whispered. - Hey."
"Khm, well… Good morning - Margaery freed her hand and wrapping a blanket around herself carefully sat up, though the new position almost made her throw up. - Have you slept well?" - she asked, just to say something.
"Sure, sure…" - he nodded and sat up too. He seemed a bit uncomfortable just like her and he had little bite marks on the side of his neck and shoulders too.
Awkward silence. She wished somebody entered the room or a bomb exploded between them. Anything could have been better than this.
After minutes (hours?) of quietly looking at anywhere but directly each other (though Margaery had to admit he looked very hot at soft daylight too, with the shadowplay on his skin, his toned muscles, his well-sculpted face and his hair shining in the shades of fire) Robb finally broke the ice:
"Just to know, I usually like to get to know girls a little bit before I have sex with them."
"Oh… Same here - she nodded. - With guys. But you get it."
"I know" - this time he might or might not have a little smirk on his lips.
"How?" - her eyes widened.
"You told me last night. When we were in that small dark place. That's why we drank that champagne, you said we had to celebrate your first… Oh God do you remember anything? - he looked straight into her eyes, his glance full of worries. - You actually seemed quite okay… "
"Of course! - she cut in quickly. - Some things still aren't that clear but I remember the important things. Also, I usually don't drag guys up to my room" - she added, her cheeks turned into a light rosie shade.
"Well, I guess we're on the same side."
"Yes. But I'm really not like this - she repeated. - I don't get this drunk, like never. It was because of the fucking gin. I'll kill Renly Baratheon."
"Yes, you said that too."
"Fuuuuuck… - she wanted to bang her head against the wall. - Again, I usually remember things I've said or done and I usually don't swear this much nor humble about stupid things to people I… Spend the night with."
"If it makes you feel better I had a great night anyway" - his lips curved into a gentle smile while he wrapped his fingers around hers.
"That's… Good. Me too" - she managed to answer. Her cheeks were definitely burning in the deepest shade of red.
Another tensed silence fell to them, so thick one could almost cut it with a knife. Margaery couldn't do anything but desperately hoping
for a miracle to save the day.
Focus Tyrell, focus. If you keep talking about all the randomness that you did last night it'll become even more awkward. You can do better than this. You can control the situation, just act cool, like a normal person. You've always got who you wanted. Though you've always slept with them only after two or three partly sober dates… Oh God could it possibly get any worse?
"Look, you have to know that I haven't had a one night stand either until this point, I don't want to objectify girls just for sex so if you want me to leave your room, I totally get it - again, Robb broke the silence. He was talking so fast she barely could follow. - Everyone's been telling me this live in the moment - thing in the past few days, I had more drinks than I should have, but I didn't mean to take advantage of you being so adorable and… "
"Ohh, no! I mean you can stay - she corrected herself trying to look eased. - I don't think you objectified me at all because if I remember correctly I was the one who said we should go somewhere private. Which, again, isn't my thing. I did many things last night I usually don't do."
"Well, I've been told recently widening comfort zone is quite beneficial. We both did exactly that" - his smile seemed rather forced and nervous than easy and careless that he probably wanted to go for.
He's trying to act cool too. He wants to see me again too - she realized. - Why would I wait for him to say out loud? Shit, always being the good girl haven't worked so far, maybe I should go a little bit bad.
"So that's it?- she asked fiercely. - Soon you'll leave and we'll remember last night the time when our comfort zones have widened?"
He sighed, as if she would have just said what he was thinking of. But then he smiled and put his arm around her shoulders just to sliding it down all the way to her waist.
"To be honest, I'm a little bit confused too and also slightly hangover - he admitted -, but if you gave me your number, we could keep in touch and we could figure out what comes next."
"That would be… Great" - she smiled back, but couldn't not stare at his lips, slightly bending her head to the side.
She couldn't say which one of them kissed the other: suddenly she was sitting on his lap still tangled in blankets, he was holding her by the waist, his tongue teasing her lips begging for entrance, her relatively long nails biting into his skin causing ten more little scars…
Fuck the expectations, fuck the unwritten rules, I want to live - she thought while kicking off the blankets to get closer to him.
A/N: Earlier update, but I couldn't wait for the weekend to post it. Seems like this happens when you get too excited about a new pairing to focus on. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!
