Sansa lay still, staring at the pale colored ceiling. She could feel the stickiness of the dried tears on her cheeks, and yet she did nothing about it. She had no energy, no motivation. What was a few dry tears on an unwashed face? She was certain to burst into tears again any moment now so why should she take the time to clean herself just to cry again. She had tried that by taking her first shower in days that morning, and only a couple of hours later she had yet again felt the sadness overwhelm her as she curled in on herself on top of sheets that were long overdue of a wash.

Margaery.

Her name clouded her thoughts. Margaery, Margaery, Margaery. She needed to see her, how long had it been? How long had it been since she had slammed the door in her face, when she had known underneath it all she had been right. She hadn't noticed it enough to make a fuss to her mother, but she could see the subtlety of how Margaery had been treated the week she spent at Winterfell. She knew why her mother had been acting cruel. She had hoped that when she had seen how happy Margaery had made Sansa, how in love the couple was, that the great Catelyn Stark would have accepted the Tyrell girl into their family...She had been wrong...It would take a lot more than a week at Winterfell for Catelyn to accept Margaery.

And then, just as Sansa was recovering from their argument and about to go to Margaery's apartment to apologize and work it out she had received the phone call that sent her into disarray. She hadn't left her apartment since.

But as she lay there, all she could think about was Margaery. How much she wanted Margaery. How much she needed Margaery. She felt her body ache as she craved for her sweet tasting lips and her slender body that seemed to be sculpted to resemble a goddess.

She felt her legs begin to carry her out the door, muscle memory causing her to lock it behind her. She didn't even get in her car, she couldn't trust herself with operating any heavy machinery right now. She wasn't even sure where she was going, all she knew was that she needed her. She needed her lips. She needed her hair in a tangled mess balled up in her hands. She needed her breasts pressed against her own.

She felt the rain begin to fall, and she flagged down a taxi as soon as she could. She should've grabbed an umbrella, but she knew she could have never gathered herself enough to check the weather before she left.

When the man asked for an address, Sansa had to pause and think for her answer. Where would Maragaery be right now? It was the middle of the day...and then it had hit her. Two weeks, it had been two weeks since they had argued. Ten days since she had received the phone call. For fourteen days she had not spoken to Margaery, and with that epiphany she knew exactly where she would be.

Sansa didn't even tip the man as she flung herself out the taxi doors. The rain was pouring now, and while it was only a few steps from the taxi to the front door of the studio building, her hair had become soaked, and her thing layer of clothing was quite damp.

She felt muscle memory take over again as she ran down hallways and up stair cases. Margaery's lips. Margaery's eyes. Margaery's hair. Margaery's skin. Margaery. Margaery. Margaery. She was the only thing racing through her mind.

Sansa flung the door open, and for just a moment she witnessed Margaery in her element. Her eyes focused and intent on the painting, her lips pressed into a small line, her brows furrowed in concentration. But as Sansa made her first stride across the room, she had looked up and her face revealed a spectacle of emotions. Sansa could make out confusion, anger, surprise and happiness.

"Sans-" Margaery tried to gasp out, but Sansa was too quick for her. Her lips colliding with hers as she pushed her body back against the wall. Margaery's arms went limp and Sansa heard the clatter of the paint brush as it fell to the floor.

For a brief moment Margaery was immersed in her. Sansa's touch was electric and her wet hair caused freezing water droplets to roll down her bare skin, heightening her senses. But then she brought herself back into the real world. They had argued. Sansa hadn't spoken to her for two weeks. Whatever this was, it wouldn't get her out of the talk they needed to have. Whatever this was, it didn't fix the swirl of emotions Margaery had experienced for the past two weeks.

"Sansa we need to-" She said, breaking their kiss.

"Shhhh," Sansa whispered into Margaery's ear as she began to place kisses down her jawline. She pressed her body against Margaery, her damp clothes causing her to shudder underneath Sansa's touch.

"Sansa-" But then Sansa's lips were on hers, and her tongue was exploring every square inch of her mouth, demanding dominance. And even though Margaery knew that this was the wrong way to go about things, she lost herself in the moment. It had been two weeks since Sansa had touched her, and oh she knew all the right places.

Sansa broke their kiss and began traveling south. Margaery's hands began working through her soaked hair. Sansa's hands travelled up her shirt, pushing it up to her neckline and Margaery released her hands to slip it off of herself. Sansa was at her chest now, swirling her tongue against her skin and leaving wet kisses on every inch of skin she could. When her lips touched her breast she heard Margaery gasp, which brought a teasing smile to her face.

Sansa sucked and teased at her nipple, nipping at her breast as her hand massaged the other. Margaery was breathing heavy above her, her hands dancing over Sansa's shoulders. Sansa made her way over to her other breast, giving it the same attention and Margaery let out a groan which caused her to smile. She loved seeing her fall apart underneath her touch. She loved feeling the heat inside of her flow further and further into her core.

But then it hit her, the sting of fresh tears. She could feel the heat welling up behind her eyes. No, Sansa thought, not here not now. Margaery. Margaery. Margaery.

And as she tried her very best to push it all away she made her way lower and lower down her lovers body. Her hands massaging her breast the whole time until she reached her waist line. Sansa fumbled with her belt as she tried to push Margaery's jeans out of the way.

"Sansa," Margaery's breathed out as she felt her breath against her panties. The sensation sent a shiver up Margaery's whole body. This was what Sansa wanted, she wanted Margaery calling out her name. She wanted Margaery. She always wanted Margaery. But as she pulled her panties down to reveal her womanhood, Sansa stopped. She could feel the tears now, they had already made their way down her face. She wasn't sobbing, but she was going to be.

Fear clenched at her heart and she flung herself backward. The sound of it brought Margaery back to her senses and her head snapped down to see Sansa. She could see the redness in her face she hadn't made out before, the puffiness in her eyes. Fresh tears were making their way down that beautiful face of hers.

"Sansa what's," Margaery's words were soothing and sincere, but Sansa couldn't listen to them. She couldn't let herself listen to them. What had she done coming here? How stupid was she for showing up like this?

"I-I-I," She stuttered. She rattled her brain for words, but none came to her. Not a single thought could come to her. She felt empty and lost as she sat on the floor looking at Margaery, beautiful and wonderful Margaery, who was just as confused.

Margaery took a step toward her, forgetting about her tossed aside shirt and the fact that her pants were half down. All she cared about was Sansa, and all Sansa could care about was how badly she had mistreated her in that moment.

"I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have used you like this I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Sansa!" Margaery called out to her as she picked herself up and ran for the door. She didn't know where she was going anymore, the hallways were long and becoming blurred as the tears began to well up in her eyes. She felt her feet carry her down stairs and her arms push her through doors until she was in the street again, the rain pouring down hard on her. All of it began to blind her senses, the rain pounding on every pore of her skin, her tears blinding her eyes, the sound of the rain and cars deafening her.

She didn't know where she was going but she felt her legs begin to carry her down the street at a fast pace. She heard Margaery shouting after her. She felt her arms begin to pump at her sides, her legs striding farther. Margaery continued to shout after her. It was all too much, she needed to be home. She needed to be in a bed. She needed to be in Winterfell. She needed to be in his strong arms hugging her one last time. She needed to feel his beard tickle at her cheeks whenever he kissed her in greeting or goodbye. She needed to tussle his thick auburn hair one more time. She needed to see his smile. She needed to hear his laugh.

And that's when Sansa saw the headlights, her feet tried to stop, but they skidded underneath her from a shallow puddle. And for a moment, Sansa felt herself let go. Let go of this life and all of its pain. Let go of Margaery and all the happiness she brought her. Let go of what family she had left.

But then strong arms caught her and pulled her backwards. She felt herself collapse onto the ground, her back pressed against some body, and those arms that had saved her wrapped around her. She could vaguely hear Margaery's soothing voice in her ears, but she couldn't make out what she was saying. She was sobbing now, had she been earlier as she was running she was uncertain, but now the tears fell down her face faster than the rain that was pelting it.

"Robb's gone," She choked out through sobs. Margaery's arms tensed around her for a moment, shocked at the words that had come out of her mouth. "Car accident. T-T-There was a car accident." Margaery's embrace became tighter and her face pressed against hers.

"Sansa," Margaery whispered into her ear, her words failing her at the shock of the revelation. Sansa felt herself being lifted from the ground. She leaned on Margaery, following her movements. She felt herself being guided into a dry car. Her head rested on Margaery's chest. She had stopped crying, but she could still feel the mix of rain and tears on her face. The dry air froze her to the bone as she realized how soaked she was from the rain.

"I'm sorry," Sansa whispered.

"Shh my sweet summer child," Margaery replied, placing a kiss on her forehead.