"How long have you been into women?"

"What?!"

The question surprised Daenerys . Margaery hadn't made a sound since they both decided to retire to Daenerys ' quarters for the night. They were both lying naked in bed, having decided that, whether or not they were having sex, clothes were not allowed in Daenerys ' bed. They had just laid there in silence with Daenerys holding Margaery against her body, the Tyrell girl's head resting on her breasts, and to hear Margaery suddenly ask this was almost a little confusing to her.

"Simple question." Margaery looked up at her. "I'm just curious. What was your first sexual experience like with a woman? Did you always know you had an appetite for them?"

Daenerys was still a little taken aback by the question, but smiled as Margaery laid her head back down.

"I suppose I always... kind of knew." Daenerys began. "I had always admired a woman's beauty. Inside and out. I liked strong women, women I could learn something from. Women I could aspire to be like. The kind of woman I want to be for my own people."

"And I get the feeling you will be." Margaery kissed the skin beneath her lips. "So... when did you act on those feelings?"

"It was with one of my handmaidens." Daenerys said.

"Was it that one that always follows you around? What's her name?" Margaery asked.

"Missandei? No. It wasn't her. She is lovely, but I kind of get the feeling she only has eyes for men." Daenerys chuckled.

"That's disappointing." Margaery groaned, turning herself over on her back and resting her head on Daenerys ' arm.

"Why? Do you want to fuck her, too?" Daenerys inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"I would share her with you." Margaery promised. Daenerys smiled, obviously kind of liking the thought of that. "Keep going. How did it happen?"

Daenerys hesitated to tell the story, but pressed on. "It's embarrassing. Silly, really. She was... she was telling me... how to better please my husband."

"You're kidding." Margaery said. "Cliché much? You wanted to know how to kiss, so she gave you a little lesson?"

"Shut up. I knew how to kiss. I just didn't... have much confidence when it came to sex, I guess." Daenerys continued. "We were all alone in our tent. Only a few candles to light the room. She was there, sitting on top of me-"

"What was she wearing?" Margaery asked.

Daenerys smiled again. "My memory's a little foggy on that, but she wore a skirt. No undergarments, of course. And a Dothraki garment exposed her stomach and some of her breasts."

"Did she have a nice stomach?" Margaery asked.

"Very nice. It was one of the first things I noticed as she climbed on top of me, the way the candle light shined off her skin. And then the way she touched my chin, telling me to always make eye contact with her... Gods, the look in her eyes, and the way she touched me so delicately, and the seductive sound of her voice... seeing her on top of me like that. It was so... exciting. And, at one point, she was telling me the story of Irogenia of Lys and she pinned my hands above my head, brought her face and her lips so close to mine. I was so... fucking..."

"...Wet?" Margaery said.

"Goodness, yes." Daenerys answered. "I was nervous. I could barely breath as she got close to me. The position intimidated me, but her words made me feel stronger. She made me feel like I wasn't a slave, a thing to be traded. When she put my hands on her hips and began to grind against my pussy. She told me I wasn't a slave, and told me not to make love like a slave while she smiled down at me. She was seducing me, and at the same time telling me she wanted to be seduced by me."

"And did you make love to her like a slave?" Margaery asked.

"No." Daenerys put it very firmly. "I flipped us over. I was still nervous at first, but as I looked into her eyes, as she brushed away my hair... I got over it. And I kissed her. And she kissed me back. And, from then on, all fear and intimidation was gone from me and we made love for the next several hours. Would probably have gone on longer if the men hadn't returned to the camp so soon. But, there were more times afterward."

"Don't stop there. Details, my queen. What did you do to her?" Margaery encouraged her on.

"I hate to disappoint, but we didn't actually take off our clothes the first time. Everything was over-the-clothes, except for the times our heads and hands made their way up each other's skirts." Daenerys answered. "Though when I finally did see her bare, she was... flawless. A beautiful woman and I felt blessed to be able to have her."

"How did she taste?" Margaery asked. "What did she feel like?"

"Delicious." Daenerys let the word hang on her lips for emphasis. "And so soft and smooth. And the pleasure she was able to bring to me, the things she showed me... I'll always be grateful for it and I've always tried to hold onto the memory of it for... private moments."

"How does she compare to me?" Margaery asked before giving Daenerys a long, lingering kiss on her lips.

Margaery pulled away and looked Daenerys in the eyes. "She doesn't." the Dragon Queen answered. Margaery laid back down. "Of course..." Daenerys continued, with a slightly more upstanding tone in her voice. "...the memories have been soured somewhat after she betrayed me and I had to lock her in a vault."

Margaery was almost insulted. After there first night together, she would have thought all doubts Daenerys had about her would have gone away.

"That won't be me." she assured her.

"I wasn't accusing you." Daenerys played with a loose strand of Margeary's hair.

"What other reason would you have to bring that up?" Margaery insisted.

Daenerys rolled her eyes. "You know, this arrangement isn't exactly going to go well if you're so distrustful of me."

"An arrangement you never really said you agreed to." Margaery pointed out.

"I'm a woman of my word, Margeary." Daenerys assured her. "But what about you?"

"Me?!" Margaery asked.

"How do I know I can trust you? I wasn't really going to ask, but given how quick you are to question me, I thought, 'why not? It's a question worth asking.'"

"What do you think I would do?" Margaery asked. She assumed Daenerys would probably say (or at least think) something along the lines of 'Poison me when you were sure you could have the throne for yourself without a fuss.' Margaery could do that, but she had no plan to as long as Daenerys held up her end of the bargain.

Instead, the Mother of Dragons said "What do you think I would do? Take the Iron Throne, have you excommunicated from Westeros, and marry someone else?" In Margeary's head, she was thinking 'That's a very specific, and quite plausible series of events.' Daenerys sat up, covering her breasts with a sheet. "How can we fix this? This distrust between us? Do you really think you could sleep in my bed every night with these thoughts in your head?"

Margaery didn't have the answer. The problem is, they weren't marrying because they were in love. With love comes trust, but they weren't in love at all. They had grown fond of one another, but they it wasn't anything beyond a tentative friendship and fuck buddies. They were going to marry for power. Neither had a problem with that, of course. Margaery had done so multiple times. But, it does create this barrier between them that was hard to penetrate and the promise of semi-daily sex was somehow not helping.

After she said nothing, Daenerys lifted Margeary's gaze up toward her eyes and looked at her with as much sincerity as she could muster with one look. "Hey. Look at me. When we arrive at King's Landing, I will battle, I will conquer, and I will take the Iron Throne. And then I will take you, Margaery Tyrell, as my wife and my queen. I promice you this. Do you believe me?"

"Yes." Margaery answered, though it was a little less than sincere.

Daenerys kissed her on her forehead and lips, and then laid back against her pillow. They both settled themselves down.

"Better?" Daenerys asked.

"Better." Margaery said with the same sense of sincerity as before.

"Tell me your story?" Daenerys asked.

"My story?"

"Yes. Your first time with a woman. I told you mine, now you tell me yours." Daenerys smiled.

Margaery smiled mischievously and licked her lips at the thought. Daenerys was surprised. Margaery had gone from sullen and distrustful to looking like she wanted to pleasure herself right there on the spot. She must have some story to tell.

"Like you, I always liked women. I think it may have had something to do with having a brother who liked men. Experiencing that possibility at a young age made me more open to it, and maybe that may have helped me transition into wanting to give it a go myself." Margaery began. "The problem is, I wasn't exactly surrounded by too many women who felt the same. Every so often, I would try to subtly proposition a woman, who would either not take the hint, or flat out reject me. It was frustrating."

"I can imagine." Daenerys said, while simultaneously thinking that, regardless of your sexual tastes, who would dare reject this woman?

Margaery nodded. "But, with one rejection, I would just move on to another woman, hoping to have better luck next time. And, luckily, the world has no shortage of pretty girls." She smiled.

"So, who was the first to have the good sense to say 'yes'?" Daenerys asked.

Margaery sighed at the thought of the girl in question. "Gods... she was so..." Daenerys raised an eyebrow at Margaery's words. "As I said, normally when women turned me down, I could just brush it off with nothing more than a little groan, but her... she was so beautiful. Right from the moment I saw her... she looked so sad, but so pretty. Everyone else in the crowd just blended together, but she just stood out to me." Margaery chuckled. "I think her red hair may have had something to do with it."

"Why was she so sad?" Daenerys asked.

"Because she was due to marry my second husband before I got there, who had had her father executed right in front of her, among many other torments he forced on her, including promising her to Tyrion after Joffrey agreed to marry me." Margaery answered.

"Poor girl." Daenerys said.

Margaery nodded. "Yes. But it wasn't all sad. I was attracted to her beyond words, but I felt sorry for her. I wanted her to be happy. I tried to cheer her up with stories of Highgarden, or my family. And when we walked through the gardens outside the castle we enjoyed each others company. I think she thought of me as a good friend and I felt the same toward her. And during the times where she would smile, it was... she was so sweet, gorgeous-"

"Were you in love with her?" Daenerys asked.

"You could say I had a bit of a crush." Margaery answered.

"And you made love to her?" Daenerys said.

"Eventually. As I said, I wanted to be her friend, cheer her up. But, I was attracted to her, so I would look for opportunities to get close to her. Giving her a flower off the vines, hold her hands, braid her hair just like mine. Little subtle gestures and looks." Margaery said. "Sort of tying to drop a few hints at her."

"Playing the long game?" Daenerys said.

"Yes. And I finally made a move a week before her wedding to Tyrion. She was nervous about the whole marriage. What disgusted her more wasn't that he was a dwarf, but a Lannister. Far from the worst, but even so... And, anyway, I saw an opportunity there and I took it. I said, if she didn't want her first time to be with him, then why not have it be with someone close to her? Someone who was pretty, and thought she was pretty." Margaery continued.

"And that person was you." Daenerys smiled.

"Of course." Margaery smiled back. "She was a little... surprised at first. She didn't know I felt that way about her and I told her I thought she was an absolute goddess and a sweetheart. And I tried telling her that her first time should be with someone who cares for her, someone who would be gentle and loving with her. She still wasn't sure. She had never considered women before. And I reminded her that most women don't know what they like until they've tried it. And so many of us get to try so little until we're old and gray. Pleasing women takes practice, and who has more experience at pleasing a woman than another woman."

"Did that convince her?" Daenerys asked.

Margaery continued "Not at first. I told her to think about it, and then left her with a kiss on the cheek. She didn't speak to me unless she had to for days. And during that time, every time I was near her she looked so nervous. It wasn't until the night before her wedding that she finally came to me and asked me about it. What we would do. Where we would go. All speaking hypothetically. When I told her, she agreed. And, oh! She was so cute. She even told me she was kind of excited when I came to get her that night."

"Where did you go?" Daenerys asked.

"Well, I took her to my room. It's a little bit isolated from most of the other bedrooms in the castle, so I didn't think people were likely to hear us. I wanted it to feel special for her."

Margaery's obvious anticipation in her voice gave Daenerys an idea. "Hold on."

"What?" Margaery asked.

"Lay on your back."

"What?!" Margaery repeated.

"Do it. Close your eyes." Daenerys ordered. Margaery did as she was told. "Now continue your story."

"Okay..." Margaery said. "I came to her room late at night, and I found her sitting on the her bed. She was so nervous, but I smiled at her and told her to come with me. And I lead her through the hallways to my room, which were mostly empty at this point. And every time we went up some stairs, I always made it a point to wiggle my ass a bit. I caught her looking a couple times. When we got to my room, I lit some candles for her, and I laid her out on the bed and took my dress off to show her my body."

Daenerys whispered in Margeary's ear. "And, when you took it off, how did she react? What did she do?"

Margaery smiled. "Her mouth hung open, her eyes were wide."

"I bet they were."

"But she smiled, too. I could tell by the way that she looked at me that she wanted to fuck me."

"And how did you feel in that moment? You'd always wanted to fuck a woman. And now you finally had your chance."

"In all honesty, I think I was just as nervous as her. The anticipation was killing me. I was shaking." Margaery was finding it difficult to keep still as the memory of that night became more vivid behind her closed eyes.

"How was she? When you crawled on top of her?"

"I was gentle with her, always pausing for permission before I took something off her, and told her how beautiful she was. Told her that I wanted her from the moment we met. Said she had no reason to be nervous."

"What did she look like? Did she have a nice body?"

Margaery was becoming more and more turned on. "Underneath her cloak and dress... she was breathtaking. Such flawless, creamy skin. The most beautiful long, perfect legs. Her tits... oh my god. There was a moment where all I did was stare at her. She was so sexy. I had never been so excited."

Margeary's hands began to roam her own body, but Daenerys grabbed her wrists and prevented her from touching herself.

Margaery groaned. "My queen..."

"Tell me more. Keep your eyes closed. Are you glad you waited for her?"

"Oh, yes. She was worth the wait. She touched my breasts, my ass. I can still feel her nails digging into my ass, but I stopped her before she got too far. That night was about her. My mouth went right to her breasts. I sucked and teased them... I can still hear her whimpering. I remember biting down on her erect nipples. I switched back and forth between using my mouth and using my hands to caress them. She was pushing against my body and she was moaning like crazy. It was so sexy. Daenerys , please let me touch-"

"Not yet, my queen. More. How wet was she?"

"So fucking wet. Soaking It felt so good and it only made me want her more. She spread her legs for me, and I was so happy she was mine."

Daenerys gently shoved her knee between Margeary's legs. "You're wet, too. What did you say to each other?"

"I told her to rub her pussy on my thigh. I wanted to feel how soaked she was for me. And she did. She told me she wanted me to take her. Make her mine. I told her about how, sometimes I would touch myself to thoughts of her. I told her I thought about going down on her. Told her how good she was. I took a long lick at her slit. I started teasing her. She grabbed my hair, pulling me closer."

By now, Margaery was licking her lips and breathing heavily as she fought at Daenerys ' grip, but the other woman held on strong, though she had to sit on top of Margeary. "Did she taste good?"

"Amazing. She ordered me to stick my tongue further into her, to lick her harder. She wasn't nervous anymore. I immediately plunged my tongue inside her hole. She knew instinctively to start humping my face. I shove it in, and take it out, and then run it up so that I can flick her clit until I switched it out with my fingers. I told her how many times we were alone together, or fuck even if we weren't, and all I could think about was taking off all her clothes with my teeth and just fucking her until you couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to give her orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until she couldn't take it anymore."

"How did she react?" Daenerys asked.

"She came." Margaery gasped. "She moaned and she moved her hips on my fingers. I started off slowly and as I see her getting built up, I increase the pace. I reached my thumb up and rubbed circles around her clit. She felt so good."

"Did she say your name as she came?"

"Yes. Her first orgasm and it was my name she was calling." Margaery opened her eyes. "Please, let me touch-"

Daenerys quietly shushed her and laid Margaery's arms down by her side as she lowered herself down the Tyrell woman's body. "Close your eyes." Daenerys commanded and Margaery begrudgingly obeyed. "Now tell me about her. You said she liked it when you made love to her. What about when she made love to you?"

"She was so hesitant at first, but when she finally inserted her fingers inside me... she was a natural. She was perfect. It was everything I had ever wanted and more."

Daenerys released Margeary's hands and laid overtop of her, the Targaryen woman inserting her fingers into Margaery's pussy.

"Daenerys ..." Margaery gasped as the woman pumped her fingers inside her.

"No! Think about that night. Think about her." Daenerys commanded her, kissing Margeary's neck and taking in her scent as she fingered the woman.

"Yes! Yes! More, please! Fuck me!" Margaery begged.

"Say her name, Margeary." Daenerys ordered.

"What?!" Margeary's eyes flew open.

"Eyes closed. Think about her fucking you again." Daenerys said in between sucking Margeary's nipples. "I want you to say her name as you cum for me."

Daenerys ' thrusting sped up and Margaery felt her orgasm coming fast. "SANSA! OH, YES! SANSA! YES, BABY! IM SO CLOSE! FUUUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ! FUCK! MORE! YES! SANNNNNNSA!"

Daenerys watched Margeary's breasts rise and fall as her orgasm washed over her and she gasped for air, her skin shining with sweat. When it eventually subsided, Margaery got up and kissed her future queen, pushing her onto her back. For Daenerys ' first orgasm, Margaery would also make her moan the name of her first Sapphic conquest.

As they had sex that night, there were two mental notes that Daenerys made: 1.) Despite the distrust that hung between them for the duration of the journey, she fully intended to keep her word. She fully intended to marry Margaery as she had promised. and 2.) After she got to Westeros, she needed to find out what woman turned Margaery on so much. She wasn't even that wet and excited when she and Daenerys had sex, so what did this woman look like that vexed her so?

When Daenerys got to Westeros, she really hoped to meet this 'Sansa' girl.