Margaery had carried her back to her apartment. She had felt Sansa tense up as they came to her door, surely she must've been thinking of the last time she was there. They were both soaking and in desperate need of a shower, so Margaery guided her toward her bathroom. They had taken showers together before, but this time was different. Everything now was so different.

They had both been upset before, and they hadn't hesitated to call the other when it was bad. The would come to each others sides, curling up in beds with takeout or ice cream, watching some old sitcom or cheesy movie. But this was different. Sansa was broken, defeated, but more than anything she was lost. Margaery could see that as she looked into her eyes. Those crystal blue eyes that reminded her of snows frost had glazed over. Margaery looked into them and felt herself swimming in a vast sea of emptiness. Is that what Sansa felt right now, empty?

Margaery had stripped her down and thrown their wet clothes into the sink, guiding her into the large standing shower. As soon as the hot water began to rinse them of all that had happened prior, Sansa crumbled onto the tile beneath her. Margaery sank to her feet with her. For a moment they both just sat there, letting the water hit them and run off as if it was rain.

And then Margaery reached for the soap and her loofa, and begun to whipe away all the dirt and grime that had stuck to Sansa through her soaked clothes. She started with her back, rubbing her in small circles from her shoulders down her spine. When she finally got to her face, she had placed the soap in her hand, gently rubbing it into her skin before placing it on Sansa. Again, she used small delicate circles as she cleaned her deep red cheeks. Sansa closed her eyes and leaned into her touch. What pain she must have felt, Margaery thought to herself. How awful it must be that she hadn't even gone to Margaery for comfort.

After quickly wiping herself down, Margaery picked Sansa back up and guided her to her bedroom where she put fresh dry clothes on the both of them. Throughout all of it Sansa hadn't said a word.

Finally, the two lay cradled together on Margaery's bed, warm and protected from the storm that was still waging outside. Sansa lay at a diagonal, her head and shoulders resting on Margaery's chest, tucked underneath her chin. Margaery's arms rested gently on Sansa's at her side, providing the much needed feeling of safety and support.

"I was on my way over," It was Sansa who broke the silence. Her voice hoarse and dry. "To apologize about..." Her voice trailed off as the two of them both remembered the sound of the slamming door.

"We don't have to talk about that now," Margaery replied soothingly. It hurt her, to hear Sansa talk in the way she was. Margaery knew the past two weeks had been out of character, she should've tried harder. She should've put in more effort to talk to Sansa. For so long she must've felt so alone.

"And I got a phone call, and then I just..." She choked out a sob at the memory, and Margaery felt her arms wrap around her more firmly, her head adjusting so she could nuzzle into Sansa's. "I remembered to call into work every couple of days. But that was it. Everything else...I couldn't remember anything else. I just cried and slept and stared at the ceiling and missed him and..and...and..." She was running out of words, and Margaery could feel her heart begin to race.

"It's okay, it's okay." Margaery whispered gently.

"And today...I just...today..." Margaery felt her heart break with every word that she uttered. Sweet sweet Sansa, feeling like she had to explain her every action when she was feeling like this. Sansa, who always had to apologize even when it wasn't her fault.

"I wanted you. I hadn't even realized how long it had been, I hadn't looked at my phone or a clock or...God I imagine you must've hated me for how long it was." Hate Sansa Stark, Margaery thought to herself, never. "I wanted you. I needed you. I didn't...I-I-I thought I wanted your body. I thought I wanted that heat and that passion. I didn't realize what I really wanted," Sansa rolled onto her side and leaned into Margaery, "Was this." Her words tumbled out at barely a whisper, but Margaery could still hear her.

"I love you, I have always loved you." Margaery whispered. She wasn't sure if she was saying it to herself, to Sansa, or just to the room, she just felt the need to say it. Sansa picked herself off of Margaery's chest and rested her head on the pillow next to her, gazing into her brown eyes. "I will always be there for you, always," Margaery said, pressing her forehead against Sansa's.

Sansa's hand reached up and cupped Margaery's cheek. Margaery saw the fresh tears drop from her eyes to the pillow, she wanted nothing but to take away all of her pain, but this was not something as simple as that. Sansa was never going to get over this. She would never be truly okay ever again. All Margaery could do was be there and let her know she didn't need to be alone.

Sansa closed the distance between the two of them with a kiss. It wasn't like the kiss she had given Margaery only a couple of hours prior. This was gentler, kinder.

"I love you," Sansa whispered. Margaery leaned into her forehead and wrapped her arms tighter around Sansa, bringing their bodies closer together. She might not have needed Sansa as much Sansa needed her in that moment, but two weeks had been such a long time. She missed every part of her. She missed her brilliant red hair and her pale skin. She missed the smell of snow that lingered on her and she missed her brilliant blue eyes. She missed how warm Sansa was compared to her, and how she could make her feel like it was summer in the middle of December whenever they hugged.

Margaery leaned in to kiss her again, just as gentle as they had before. Her hand pressed against the back of Sansa's head, bringing her closer to her. "I missed you," She said as she broke the kiss.

"Missing...Robb," Her voice choked as she tried to say his name, "And letting myself miss you was the hardest thing my heart has ever had to endure."

"You don't ever have to miss me ever again." Margaery reassured her.

"You promise?" Her voice was so vulnerable, sounding more like a child's than a grown woman's.

"I promise."

Well I hope you guys enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. See ya next time :)