p class="p1"span class="s1"It was only 3pm but Sansa was exhausted. Their exciting night left them no rest and it was starting to hit them. It had been about 30 hours of being awake and her eyelids felt like sandpaper. She could only imagine how tired Margaery was, but they kept driving. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""We should stop, stay at a motel." Sansa offered. She wished she could take over for Marg but she was so past the point of exhaustion, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle it. But every time she tried to close her eyes she kept seeing the face of her dead husband staring at her. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""No, we can't. They'll be coming after you. We have to make as much of a distance with them as possible." Margaery looked over at Sansa. "We're only six hours to border and we'll be safer there. Then we can rest and get to your family." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Why was she doing this? Why was Margaery straining herself so much for Sansa?/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Just a few hours of sleep Marg. You can't keep driving." It had been two days since they had slept. Around 12 hours since Joffrey had died. It seemed like a lifetime ago. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Okay. Just a few hours." She looked around. "Can you hand me my purse? I need to see how much I have." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa leaned over to the backseat to find it, handing it to Margaery./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Shit. I'm out. I'll have to get more." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Out? More? /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""What do you mean?" /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Sansa, dear." Margaery reached her hand to Sansa's, but Sansa pulled it away. "Stay good, let me do this." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"—/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""All you have to do is keep the car on. You can do that, right?" Margaery asked as she put a black sweater on. There was a hint of anxiety in her voice./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Yes. Just, uhm. Just take what we need Marg, don't take too much." There was already guilt washing over Sansa. As if it wasn't bad enough that she murdered her husband, now she was an accessory to robbery? Luckily he probably hasn't been found. They were listening to the news on the radio and so far no sound of Joffrey Baratheon being found, yet. Sansa was confident that if he was found, they would know. He was in the press all the time, sometimes Sansa was too, something she hated. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"As she thought about her husband, Sansa felt the world shift and bile build up in her mouth. Oh no. Not again./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Hey. I didn't want to involve you in this. I'll only take just a bit, enough to get you home, okay?" /span/p
p class="p2""Yeah, okay." /p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery pinned her hair up and pulled out a shiny silver gun. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""It's not loaded." She said before she opened the passenger car door. "Just a precaution." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery walked out wearing all black and the weapon hidden in her sleeve. It was closing time and there was nobody around. emThank the gods/em, Sansa thought to herself. Her nerves were still there, along with the bile. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"emJust a few minutes. It should only take a few minutes. How long do bank robberies normally take? Just a few minutes. Right?/em/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Each second felt like an hour and the longer she waited the more fear crept up in her throat. If they were caught now, robbing a bank, then they would find out who she is. Who she's married to. They'd find out that she killed her husband and she'd never get home. /span/p
p class="p2"Oh gods. The world started to spin again and the darkness was closing in when she heard a click in the door. /p
p class="p2""I got it. Let's go." Margaery said quietly and calmly./p
p class="p2"Sansa jumped on the pedal and they halted forward. They didn't speak for the first few minutes as Margaery was counting the money, and Sansa felt too guilty to think about it, but she had to know./p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Did everything go okay? Did they call the cops? Are we safe?" All her questions poured out of her at once. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Yeah we're safe, I didn't take much, the teller actually laughed as I left." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa started to laugh. She didn't mean to, or realize she was laughing until Margaery was laughing with her. They both giggled so loudly they almost forgot what was so funny. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Lets find somewhere to sleep. Gods I'm exhausted." Margaery said in relief. It was probably the exhaustion that was making them so giddy, or maybe they didn't know what to do anymore and laughing was easy. /span/p
p class="p2"—-/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"The motel was dirty and small. A single full bed with a table for two and a radio. Sansa listened to the news anxiously as Margaery was in the shower. Twenty minutes of weather talk and the story of a laughing penguin calmed her nerves. It wasn't until she turned off the radio that she realized there was a phone. A phone that she could use to call her family. She hadn't spoken to them since she left home. Joffrey refused to let her call them, saying that they would poison her thoughts and if he found out she spoke to him, he'd kill her. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"emWell Joffrey I got to you first/em, Sansa thought. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"She started to dial the only phone number she'd ever really remembered. Her mothers. Sansa wasn't sure if she still had that number. It had been so long since she spoke to her mother. Oh how much she missed her. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Ring./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Ring./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Ring./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Nothing./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa assumed her mother would answer immediately. That she'd be there. Sansa felt the sadness weigh her down. Why didn't she answer? Was that even their number anymore? Was her mother still alive or was she murdered like her father and probably her brother Robb. Robb. He was always so protective of her and was the only one who tried to get Sansa out of the marriage. Robb tried in vain to get Sansa to see that Joffrey was a bad guy, but Sansa was dumb in love and the idea that she could solve all the problems laid out over a hundred year feud in the families. If only she had listened she wouldn't be in this mess. None of them would be./span/p
p class="p2""Sansa?" Margaery asked quietly. She looked up to see her in a towel and wet hair. There was steam coming from the bathroom and suddenly Sansa realized she had been sitting on the edge of the bed starring at the brown wall in front of her. /p
p class="p1"span class="s1"—-/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"That night, as they laid together in the full bed, not touching, fear crept up on Sansa more than she knew existed. All the thoughts of the recent events that took place in her life were drowning her and as close as she was to being home, she thought she'd never get there. Sansa tossed and turned, careful not to wake Margaery, as she tried to workout when exactly all her morals flew out of the window. Joffrey was cruel. Joffrey hurt her. Joffrey hurt Margaery. But did Joffrey deserve to die? Sansa didn't know. Sansa never knew she was capable of something like murder. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"emBut he was trying to rape Margaery. He was holding you back for so long. He kept you and threatened you from your family. He hurt you and so many others for far too long. He was a bad person. /em/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa wasn't sure if it was a good enough reason./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"On top of that, once word hit the world that everyone's favorite little rich boy was murdered and his wife missing, his father and grandfather's mafias would be after her. After her family. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"But maybe she'll get there before they find out. They are near powerless in Winterfell. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa tossed once more./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Sansa." Margaery spoke quietly. Sansa froze, feeling guilty for waking her. "Sansa look at me." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa moved to her side to look at Margaery, face to face. They were so close just inches from touching. /span/p
p class="p2""I'm going to get you home, okay? I promise you." She reached up and cupped Sansa's face gently, rubbing her thumb on her cheek. It made Sansa feel tingly and warm. She reached up and put her hand over Margaery's, intertwining their fingers. All she could see was Margaery's soft full lips. /p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Why are you doing this for me?" Sansa felt like she knew Margaery her whole life, but it had only been a few days. What made Margaery feel so protective, so determined to get Sansa home safe? /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Because the fear that I saw on your face is something I never want you to experience ever again." /span/p
p class="p2""But you didn't know me."/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery let out a sigh and closed her eyes. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Your sister Arya sent me." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Arya. Sansa hadn't thought about Arya being involved in the war. The last time Sansa saw Arya she was barely fourteen, incapable of fighting in an underground war. But as Sansa grew, so did Arya, and she was stronger than Sansa, she always had been. Of course she'd be involved. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Why'd she send you? How do you know her?" She had so many questions for Margaery. It was all planned out before she even knew her. Was everything that happened apart of the plan? Joffrey's murder? Sansa doing it herself? Even the bank robbery? This moment right now? She was stupid to think it was just chance by the gods, or if Margaery felt anything for Sansa at all. Anything like she felt for Margaery./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""It doesn't matter right now Sansa. I-I didn't want to tell you, I don't want you to think this is what was supposed to happen. I was just supposed to get you out of that house safely to Winterfell and never see you again. But every part of the plan has fallen through." Sincerity oozed out of every word Margaery spoke. She was working for Arya, for her family, if anything it should make Sansa feel better to know that she really was safe with Margaery. But she knew that already. She knew it when Margaery charmed the pants off Joffrey when they got home late. She knew it when she held her as Sansa was throwing up on the side of the road. She always knew she could feel safe with her. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't care about you. I never expected to care about you so much, Sansa." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery slowly slid her hand out from underneath Sansa's, and moved it over her shoulder. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Down to her side, almost touching her breast but not quite. Farther and farther down to the dip before her hip. Every cell in Sansa's body was electrified. She leaned in closer and closer. Wanting Margaery to never stop touching her. Margaery had both of her hands on Sansa. Her mouth so close to hers that she wanted to grab Margaery and kiss her right then. Sansa closed her eyes. Taking in every touch like it'd be their last. She wanted to feel it forever, especially the sensation in between her legs that was getting more and more intense. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Sansa." Margaery whispered./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Hm?"/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Look at me." /span/p
p class="p2"She opened her eyes and found Margaery so close to her, Sansa wanted to close the gap, but before she could, Margaery already had the idea before her. Margaery's mouth was soft, hot, and sweet on Sansa's. They pressed their bodies onto each other, and their legs intertwining. Margaery started to kiss her neck, under her ear, under her chin, biting the curve where her neck and shoulder meet. Sansa's hands were everywhere, desperate to learn her body. The perfect body she thought she always wanted, but really wanted on top of her. Margaery started to kiss her breasts as her hands slid lower. She couldn't get there fast enough, Sansa thought she was about to explode. Margaery's hands ventured lower and lower as warmth pooled in Sansa's belly, and then suddenly her hands was gone before anything really happened. She opened her eyes. Hot and bothered she sat up. Margaery flew out of the bed and grabbed her purse. /p
p class="p2""Sansa we have to go. They're here." /p
p class="p1"span class="s1""We should stop, stay at a motel." Sansa offered. She wished she could take over for Marg but she was so past the point of exhaustion, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle it. But every time she tried to close her eyes she kept seeing the face of her dead husband staring at her. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""No, we can't. They'll be coming after you. We have to make as much of a distance with them as possible." Margaery looked over at Sansa. "We're only six hours to border and we'll be safer there. Then we can rest and get to your family." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Why was she doing this? Why was Margaery straining herself so much for Sansa?/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Just a few hours of sleep Marg. You can't keep driving." It had been two days since they had slept. Around 12 hours since Joffrey had died. It seemed like a lifetime ago. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Okay. Just a few hours." She looked around. "Can you hand me my purse? I need to see how much I have." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa leaned over to the backseat to find it, handing it to Margaery./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Shit. I'm out. I'll have to get more." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Out? More? /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""What do you mean?" /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Sansa, dear." Margaery reached her hand to Sansa's, but Sansa pulled it away. "Stay good, let me do this." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"—/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""All you have to do is keep the car on. You can do that, right?" Margaery asked as she put a black sweater on. There was a hint of anxiety in her voice./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Yes. Just, uhm. Just take what we need Marg, don't take too much." There was already guilt washing over Sansa. As if it wasn't bad enough that she murdered her husband, now she was an accessory to robbery? Luckily he probably hasn't been found. They were listening to the news on the radio and so far no sound of Joffrey Baratheon being found, yet. Sansa was confident that if he was found, they would know. He was in the press all the time, sometimes Sansa was too, something she hated. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"As she thought about her husband, Sansa felt the world shift and bile build up in her mouth. Oh no. Not again./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Hey. I didn't want to involve you in this. I'll only take just a bit, enough to get you home, okay?" /span/p
p class="p2""Yeah, okay." /p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery pinned her hair up and pulled out a shiny silver gun. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""It's not loaded." She said before she opened the passenger car door. "Just a precaution." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery walked out wearing all black and the weapon hidden in her sleeve. It was closing time and there was nobody around. emThank the gods/em, Sansa thought to herself. Her nerves were still there, along with the bile. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"emJust a few minutes. It should only take a few minutes. How long do bank robberies normally take? Just a few minutes. Right?/em/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Each second felt like an hour and the longer she waited the more fear crept up in her throat. If they were caught now, robbing a bank, then they would find out who she is. Who she's married to. They'd find out that she killed her husband and she'd never get home. /span/p
p class="p2"Oh gods. The world started to spin again and the darkness was closing in when she heard a click in the door. /p
p class="p2""I got it. Let's go." Margaery said quietly and calmly./p
p class="p2"Sansa jumped on the pedal and they halted forward. They didn't speak for the first few minutes as Margaery was counting the money, and Sansa felt too guilty to think about it, but she had to know./p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Did everything go okay? Did they call the cops? Are we safe?" All her questions poured out of her at once. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Yeah we're safe, I didn't take much, the teller actually laughed as I left." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa started to laugh. She didn't mean to, or realize she was laughing until Margaery was laughing with her. They both giggled so loudly they almost forgot what was so funny. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Lets find somewhere to sleep. Gods I'm exhausted." Margaery said in relief. It was probably the exhaustion that was making them so giddy, or maybe they didn't know what to do anymore and laughing was easy. /span/p
p class="p2"—-/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"The motel was dirty and small. A single full bed with a table for two and a radio. Sansa listened to the news anxiously as Margaery was in the shower. Twenty minutes of weather talk and the story of a laughing penguin calmed her nerves. It wasn't until she turned off the radio that she realized there was a phone. A phone that she could use to call her family. She hadn't spoken to them since she left home. Joffrey refused to let her call them, saying that they would poison her thoughts and if he found out she spoke to him, he'd kill her. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"emWell Joffrey I got to you first/em, Sansa thought. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"She started to dial the only phone number she'd ever really remembered. Her mothers. Sansa wasn't sure if she still had that number. It had been so long since she spoke to her mother. Oh how much she missed her. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Ring./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Ring./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Ring./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Nothing./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa assumed her mother would answer immediately. That she'd be there. Sansa felt the sadness weigh her down. Why didn't she answer? Was that even their number anymore? Was her mother still alive or was she murdered like her father and probably her brother Robb. Robb. He was always so protective of her and was the only one who tried to get Sansa out of the marriage. Robb tried in vain to get Sansa to see that Joffrey was a bad guy, but Sansa was dumb in love and the idea that she could solve all the problems laid out over a hundred year feud in the families. If only she had listened she wouldn't be in this mess. None of them would be./span/p
p class="p2""Sansa?" Margaery asked quietly. She looked up to see her in a towel and wet hair. There was steam coming from the bathroom and suddenly Sansa realized she had been sitting on the edge of the bed starring at the brown wall in front of her. /p
p class="p1"span class="s1"—-/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"That night, as they laid together in the full bed, not touching, fear crept up on Sansa more than she knew existed. All the thoughts of the recent events that took place in her life were drowning her and as close as she was to being home, she thought she'd never get there. Sansa tossed and turned, careful not to wake Margaery, as she tried to workout when exactly all her morals flew out of the window. Joffrey was cruel. Joffrey hurt her. Joffrey hurt Margaery. But did Joffrey deserve to die? Sansa didn't know. Sansa never knew she was capable of something like murder. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"emBut he was trying to rape Margaery. He was holding you back for so long. He kept you and threatened you from your family. He hurt you and so many others for far too long. He was a bad person. /em/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa wasn't sure if it was a good enough reason./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"On top of that, once word hit the world that everyone's favorite little rich boy was murdered and his wife missing, his father and grandfather's mafias would be after her. After her family. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"But maybe she'll get there before they find out. They are near powerless in Winterfell. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa tossed once more./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Sansa." Margaery spoke quietly. Sansa froze, feeling guilty for waking her. "Sansa look at me." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Sansa moved to her side to look at Margaery, face to face. They were so close just inches from touching. /span/p
p class="p2""I'm going to get you home, okay? I promise you." She reached up and cupped Sansa's face gently, rubbing her thumb on her cheek. It made Sansa feel tingly and warm. She reached up and put her hand over Margaery's, intertwining their fingers. All she could see was Margaery's soft full lips. /p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Why are you doing this for me?" Sansa felt like she knew Margaery her whole life, but it had only been a few days. What made Margaery feel so protective, so determined to get Sansa home safe? /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Because the fear that I saw on your face is something I never want you to experience ever again." /span/p
p class="p2""But you didn't know me."/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery let out a sigh and closed her eyes. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Your sister Arya sent me." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Arya. Sansa hadn't thought about Arya being involved in the war. The last time Sansa saw Arya she was barely fourteen, incapable of fighting in an underground war. But as Sansa grew, so did Arya, and she was stronger than Sansa, she always had been. Of course she'd be involved. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Why'd she send you? How do you know her?" She had so many questions for Margaery. It was all planned out before she even knew her. Was everything that happened apart of the plan? Joffrey's murder? Sansa doing it herself? Even the bank robbery? This moment right now? She was stupid to think it was just chance by the gods, or if Margaery felt anything for Sansa at all. Anything like she felt for Margaery./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""It doesn't matter right now Sansa. I-I didn't want to tell you, I don't want you to think this is what was supposed to happen. I was just supposed to get you out of that house safely to Winterfell and never see you again. But every part of the plan has fallen through." Sincerity oozed out of every word Margaery spoke. She was working for Arya, for her family, if anything it should make Sansa feel better to know that she really was safe with Margaery. But she knew that already. She knew it when Margaery charmed the pants off Joffrey when they got home late. She knew it when she held her as Sansa was throwing up on the side of the road. She always knew she could feel safe with her. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't care about you. I never expected to care about you so much, Sansa." /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1"Margaery slowly slid her hand out from underneath Sansa's, and moved it over her shoulder. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Down to her side, almost touching her breast but not quite. Farther and farther down to the dip before her hip. Every cell in Sansa's body was electrified. She leaned in closer and closer. Wanting Margaery to never stop touching her. Margaery had both of her hands on Sansa. Her mouth so close to hers that she wanted to grab Margaery and kiss her right then. Sansa closed her eyes. Taking in every touch like it'd be their last. She wanted to feel it forever, especially the sensation in between her legs that was getting more and more intense. /span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Sansa." Margaery whispered./span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Hm?"/span/p
p class="p1"span class="s1""Look at me." /span/p
p class="p2"She opened her eyes and found Margaery so close to her, Sansa wanted to close the gap, but before she could, Margaery already had the idea before her. Margaery's mouth was soft, hot, and sweet on Sansa's. They pressed their bodies onto each other, and their legs intertwining. Margaery started to kiss her neck, under her ear, under her chin, biting the curve where her neck and shoulder meet. Sansa's hands were everywhere, desperate to learn her body. The perfect body she thought she always wanted, but really wanted on top of her. Margaery started to kiss her breasts as her hands slid lower. She couldn't get there fast enough, Sansa thought she was about to explode. Margaery's hands ventured lower and lower as warmth pooled in Sansa's belly, and then suddenly her hands was gone before anything really happened. She opened her eyes. Hot and bothered she sat up. Margaery flew out of the bed and grabbed her purse. /p
p class="p2""Sansa we have to go. They're here." /p