A/N- This chapter is a notch more pornographic than the last two. One left :) Let me know what your thoughts are. I hope I nailed Catelyn, her and Margaery together were so much fun to write.
When they've been together for just over four years, they stay in Winterfell for Christmas. The two have visited enough times that after they enter the family home and are overwhelmed by warm welcomes, Catelyn doesn't hesitate to hand the brunette an apron and usher her into the kitchen, "You're just in time. I'm putting the finishing touches on dinner, and I can never get the mashed potatoes as smooth as you do." The Stark matriarch said, giving Margaery the potato masher and nodding at the pot of boiling potatoes on the stovetop.
"It's all about the ratio of butter to milk." Margaery smiled, going to work.
"I know, I just can never seem to get it right." Catelyn was chopping vegetables for a salad, "How are you brothers?"
"Great, Loras proposed to Renly a couple of weeks ago so Gran has been obsessed with planning their wedding. Willas is well, and Garlan and Leonette are expecting their second sometime in March." Margaery rattled off.
"How wonderful!" Catelyn nodded, "When are you and Sansa going to tie the knot?"
The Tyrel laughed, low and soft, "That ones up to Sansa. Last month I dropped onto one knee to tie my shoe and scared the hell out of her."
Catelyn joined in her laughter, "Well the two of you need to get on with it. I want grandchildren!"
Margaery knew that this whole conversation would make Sansa's face flame as red as her hair, "What about Robb and Talisa?"
"They're waiting until she gets that promotion."
"Jon and Ygritte?"
Catelyn looked up from her salad prep, locked eyes with Margaery and together they broke out laughing, "Right, so not those two." Margaery conceded.
"So here's the plan," Catelyn smiled sneakily, crossing the kitchen to peer over Margaery's shoulder at her progress with the potatoes, "You're engaged sometime in this coming year, married by the following year, you get one year honeymoon break to enjoy married life, you get a bun in the oven, and in four and a half years time I get a grandchild."
Margaery cracked up, one arm holding her stomach as full all encompassing laughter took her over, Catelyn joining in. That was how Sansa found them, laughing uproariously in the kitchen, "What's so funny?" She asked, coming to peer over Margaery's other shoulder. She tried to sneak a finger into the pan to taste the potatoes, but was lightly smacked on the back of the hand by her girlfriend.
"Naughty." Margaery chastised, "We were just planning."
"What are the two of you planning?" Sansa immediately knew to be suspicious of her girlfriend and her mother conspiring together.
"Nothing." The other two said together, smirking at the redhead.
"I don't trust this." She said, her finger wagging between the others.
"Go set the table, get Arya to help." Catelyn dismissed, passing her daughter a handful of cutlery.
Sansa shot the two of them one final warning look before disappearing from the kitchen. Margaery and Catelyn shared another laugh, as future mothers in law went, Margaery could do much worse.
The following morning Margaery made her move. Not that move, the warning that Sansa had given her the day she thought Margaery was about to propose still rang true ("Margaery, I love you so much, but I swear to the Stranger if you propose to me, you will sleep on the couch for the foreseeable future!")
So no, Margaery did not propose marriage to Sansa the morning before Christmas, but she did sneak into the bathroom while Sansa was taking her morning shower. She stripped off her pajamas and drew back the shower curtain wearing nothing but a smirk.
Sansa thought about denying her girlfriend, she really did. But then Margaery raised an eyebrow and let her eyes roam hungrily down Sansa's form, and the redhead knew she stood no chance. She simply stood aside and gave Margaery space to stand beneath the shower stream too.
Their shared shower started off perfectly innocent. As innocent as anything was possible where Margaery Tyrell was involved. The brunette examined the green apple scented children's shampoo on the shower shelf, squirting a little dollop in her hand and sniffing it curiously.
"Never used shampoo that wasn't imported from Europe? I know it can be confusing." Sansa teased.
Margaery rolled her eyes and worked the shampoo to a lather in her hands and then into her long curls. Sansa loved her girlfriend's hair, and whenever Margaery snuck her way into Sansa's shower, she enjoyed watching the deliberate way Margaery washed her hair. She worked the shampoo all the way to the ends of her hair and when she tipped her head back to rinse and her eyes fell closed, Sansa couldn't help herself.
She stepped forward underneath the warm shower spray, wrapping her arms around Margaery's waist and pressing a kiss to her neck. The Tyrell moaned in satisfaction, bringing a hand under her girlfriend's chin to urge her up so their lips could meet. She enjoyed their kiss for a little while, luxuriating in the sleepy slow morning haze of it all before she got more insistent. Afterall, shower sex inherently had a time limit.
Her hands came up to cup Sansa's breasts, all touches light enough to tease and make Sansa's knees weak. Before Sansa could even try and return the favor, she was pushed up against the wall of the shower and Margaery was sinking down to her knees in front of the taller woman, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
"Marge." The redhead moaned at the sight.
She didn't bother with preamble, pushing Sansa's thighs apart gently and leaning in to take an eager swipe at her folds. Sansa's head thudded back against the wall, and one of her hands went to tangle in Margaery's wet hair, holding her securely in place.
Margaery smirked into where she was working, tonguing insistently at her girlfriend. She switched between long broad strokes through the redhead's folds, teasing her clit, and pressing inside. Moving to focus her attention on Sansa's clit, she eased two fingers inside, setting a slow even rhythm of pumping.
Neither of them heard the door open, but after Margaery tore a moan from Sansa's lips, they heard Arya's concerned voice, "Sansa! Did you just cut yourself shaving?"
"No!" The redhead gasped half in surprise, half in embarrassment, freezing in place. Margaery used her free arm to lay across Sansa's hips and hold her in place against the wall.
"Okay." Arya said, clearly still confused, "Do you want tea or coffee?"
"Tea." Sansa grit out, annoyed at her sister's interruption. Margaery took no notice, redoubling her efforts, increasing the speed of her fingers and sucking Sansa's clit into her mouth, lashing at it with her tongue.
Sansa's mouth fell open in a silent moan.
"Do you know where Margaery is?" Arya asked.
Sansa's mouth clicked shut, her eyes dropping between her legs and she could feel Margaery smirk around her, "I think she's still sleeping. The drive down tired her, we should let her sleep in a bit."
"I'm just gonna pop my head in and ask what she wants to drink with breakfast." Arya's footsteps started tracking out the door.
"No!" Sansa shouted, too loudly. She was so close to the edge, and Margaery knew it. She crooked her fingers, dragging them over the spongy spot on Sansa's front wall. The redhead flew over the edge, biting down on her fist but not managing to hold back a choked sob.
"Sansa, are you okay?" Arya asked, she obviously knew something was up.
"Yeah, I'm great." Sansa replied quietly, sighing as Margaery removed her fingers, licking gently around her girlfriend's sensitive core, "Don't go bother Marge, she'll probably want tea." A nip to her inner thigh made Sansa's jump, "Coffee! I mean coffee." A kiss laid against the stinging spot.
"Okay." Arya muttered, "Fuckin weirdo."
Once the bathroom door clicked shut behind Arya, Sansa was pulling Margaery back to her feet, "You are such an exhibitionist."
"You're the one who came so hard you nearly bruised my fingers." The brunette teased.
Sansa blushed, but kept her head held high, "It's not my fault you know just what to do to me."
Margaery flashed her a winning smile, "I'm a keeper."
"Mhm." Sansa hummed in agreement, "Definitely."
"Some might say you should put a ring on it and seal the deal." Margaery suggested innocently, looking up at her girlfriend from under her lashes.
Sansa gasped, "That's what you and my mother were conspiring about! Getting me to propose to you!"
The Tyrell shrugged her shoulders, "Just saying. Food for thought."