A/N- When someone first suggested this story and said that Cersei should walk in on them and the girls would be like 'fuck it' and keep going, I laughed and moved on. Now I've made it full circle and goodness I love the way this story ended and hopefully you will too.
When they've been together for six years, Sansa and Margaery were married and enjoying their honeymoon year (all according to Margaery and Catelyn's secret plan). Six years together meant that they were a staple at whatever large family gatherings get thrown together. Six years meant that Sansa knew all the gossip about all of Margaery's cousins and had strong opinions about said gossip. Six years meant that they've set up countless family members with countless friends. Six years meant that one of those couples just got married. Six years meant that they were pestered constantly about when they're going to get to work on kids because Catelyn was beginning to suspect that Robb and Talisa were lying about waiting for her promotion to have their first because she was promoted the year prior and still no grandchildren and Olenna wanted to see a great grandbaby while she's still around.
When that one came up Margaery kindly reminded her grandmother that Garlan and Leonnette had three children and the Tyrell matriarch had dismissed it with a wave and a 'those poor children have their father's nose'. As if that settled it.
Whenever that one came up around Sansa, she turned bright red and stuttered something about needing a proper space to raise a family and that they weren't ready to take that step yet. Margaery nodded in support of her wife and absolutely doted on her nieces and nephew.
Six years together meant that when the Lannisters decided to have a large New Year's eve party at their mansion in King's Landing, Loras insisted they come along, "You know I adore Renly, but there's no way Sansa and I are going." Margaery had told her brother a week before the event. The men was visiting the two women in their apartment for their Sunday brunch ritual. Loras and Renly would show up at the small apartment in the city at eight thirty in the morning, Sansa and Renly would go for a short morning run with Lady, and Margaery and Loras would lounge about gossipping and cooking until their significant others would return.
Now Margaery flipped a pancake and regarded her brother leaning against the counter halfheartedly slicing fruit, "It will be fun, open bar, and you know these things with the Lannisters are always an event." He tried to entice her.
"Yeah, an awful event."
"You're just being a stickler because Joffery hit on you and Sansa at the fourth of July barbeque last year."
Margaery's jaw clenched, giving her away, "That's not it."
"Come on. Please." He stuck his lower lip out in a pout that didn't even work when they were kids.
"You just don't want to have to deal with Renly's extended family alone."
"And you're lucky that Sansa's family isn't batshit nuts." Loras grumbled.
The front door opened, and an excited but panting Lady ran in, nudging at Margaery's leg expectantly, "I did get lucky with the Starks." She agreed, filling Lady's bowl with water and placing it on the ground at her feet.
"Do it for me? I'll owe you one!"
"You already owe me for helping you install your new microwave last week."
"We both know that was more Sansa than you." Loras accused.
"Yes, but I went down on her so she would agree to go over and help you. So really you can thank me for your microwave." Margaery smirked at her brother's frown.
"Way too much information Margie." He said, turning and smiling as Sansa and Renly made their way into the kitchen, having kicked off their muddy shoes and sweaty jackets in the entryway, "Just think about it." He insisted one last time.
"There's no way in hell we're going." Margaery said with a finality.
"Where are we not going?" Sansa asked, crossing the kitchen to grab water bottles out of the fridge for herself and Renly, dropping a kiss to Margaery's lips on the way.
"The Lannister's New Year's eve party." Loras filled in, ignoring the warning glare his sister shot his way.
"I love Lannister parties!" Sansa perked up, tossing Renly a water, "Why aren't we going?"
Margaery's eyes narrowed even further at her brother. By the end of brunch it was decided that yes, Sansa and Margaery would indeed be going to the Lannister's party. Margaery decided that yes, Loras did indeed now owe her two favors now.
But Sansa loved parties, and Margaery loved to make her wife happy. So December 31, Margaery put on a new dress- a tight gold sparkly number- did her makeup, fluffed out her hair, and when she saw Sansa emerge from their bedroom in her dress, she did her very best to convince the redhead to blow off the party and ring in the New Year from the comfort of their bed.
Twenty minutes later, with a strong reprimand from Sansa and reapplied lipstick from Margaery the two of them were on their way to the party. It was in full swing by the time they arrived, the extensive Lannister compound was bustling with people, orchestral music poured from the front door, and the gardens were lit with fairy lights in trees.
Margaery hated it already. Sansa was practically bouncing on her toes in excitement.
They found Loras and Renly soon enough, Renly seemed happy and at ease, Loras seemed three drinks in and cranky. Margaery wanted to get there too.
"Bar?" She asked, forgoing a greeting.
"To the left of the grand staircase." Loras indicated with his head. He drained his glass of what Margaery suspected to be whiskey, "I'll come with you."
"Sansa, red wine?" Margaery asked her wife.
The taller woman nodded with a smile, chatting happily with Renly. The Tyrell siblings made their escape, "I hate Lannister parties." Margaery grumbled as they waited for their drinks.
"I hate Lannisters." Loras countered.
"Me too." A voice from behind him agreed. The siblings froze and with comic matching expressions of guilt on their faces glanced over to see Tyrion Lannister smirking while leaning against the bar, "Pick your jaws up, I guarantee I want to be here less than you two." He laughed.
Margaery recovered first, "Tyrion, how great to see you! How have you been?"
The short man smiled crookedly, "You are too kind, Margaery. My family is awful, but business is good. Nothing new. What about you, dear? Olenna's been telling everyone that you're expecting to be expecting."
Margaery's friendly smile melted into an annoyed little frown, her eyebrows furrowing, "I can't believe her."
"Trouble in the flowery paradise?" Tyrion probed.
"No." Margaery bit out, forcing a smile onto her face, "Just a miscommunication."
The young man behind the bar lined up the drinks for the Tyrell siblings, "We had better get back to our better halves." Loras cut in, picking up his two glasses.
"Ah yes, the old ball and chain, well balls for one of you and chain for the other." Tyrion chuckled at his own joke that the Tyrells chose to ignore. Margaery collected her drinks as well and they bid the Lannister farewell.
"At least you don't have to deal with that plus Cersei and her awful children at every family Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter…" Loras trailed off.
Margaery chuckled, "No, I just get to watch the latest edition of the Stark clan cage fights." Loras's eyebrows rose at that, "Christmas this year was Rickon versus Jon over something to do with their dogs. It ended with Rickon in a headlock, but somehow also on top of Jon's back."
"Jealous." Loras complained.
They found their spouses on the back patio talking with some other young couples, people who worked at the Lannister law firm, cousins and others. Margaery put on her best wife act, smiling and making small talk, leaning into Sansa when the taller woman put a hand on the small of her back. She knew that Sansa liked showing her off at things like this, and she also knew she looked damn good in her new dress, far be it from her to not flaunt it. Finally, with fifteen minutes to midnight Margaery convinced Sansa to take a walk of the grounds with her.
She took Sansa's hand in hers and led her away from the noise of the party. The gardens were beautifully lit, all flowering bushes, tall hedges and strategically placed benches. When they reached the edge of the property where the noise of the party faded into the background, Margaery pulled Sansa to join her on a bench. They cuddled together, Sansa stroking her wife's arm absently.
"I love you so much." Margaery said quietly.
"I love you too." Sansa replied, pressing a kiss to the crown of the brunette's head. Margaery lifted her head to catch the taller girl's lips in a kiss.
She broke off for a second to send a quick peek around the gardens. They were in a deserted enough corner, and the bench was facing away from the house so Margaery deemed the risk to be low enough. She swung her leg over, straddling Sansa on the wrought iron furniture, not wasting any preamble in grinding her hips down against the redhead.
"Margaery!" Sansa squeaked in surprise and warning. They had been together six years, and still she would never get used to Margaery's antics.
"What?" The brunette asked, trailing her kisses along Sansa's jaw and down her neck, sucking insistently at her collarbone.
"We can't do this here!"
"Why not?" Margaery smirked, pulling the strap of Sansa's dress down and drawing her kisses down the newly uncovered skin.
"We're in the middle of the garden!"
Sighing, Margaery finally moved back slightly, "We're at the edge of the garden, we'll see anyone coming before they see us, and there's like five minutes to midnight, everyone is inside for the count down. Please?" She bit on her lower lip in a facsimile of a pout.
Sansa had gotten better at resisting her wife, but she still stood no chance against the signature Tyrell pout. Margaery noticed the weakness and capitalized on it, dropping back in to kiss her wife deeply, her fingernails scratching at the back of Sansa's neck. It made the redhead shudder.
She moved her hips, grinding down against Sansa. Margaery kissed her way to Sansa's ear, nibbling her lobe, "Touch me." She whispered.
Sansa complied immediately, her hands rucking the skirt of Margaery's dress up around her hips, and paused, "You totally planned this!" She accused.
"What could possibly make you think that?"
"You're not wearing underwear."
"I forgot." Margaery smiled.
"Liar."
Margaery had no comeback as her wife finally slid her fingers through her folds. From the house they could hear voices shouting together a countdown from ten, and Sansa matched her fingers with the tempo of the counts. When the party goers echoed zero, Margaery pressed her lips to Sansa's, "Happy New Year." She murmured against the soft pink lips.
"Happy New Year." Sansa replied.
A slight rustle from behind the bench drew Margaery's attention, but Sansa was completely invested in her task. Her fingers moving just the way she knew Margaery liked over her center. From a clump of bushes, a disheveled young man emerged, walking single mindedly back to the house, he did not notice the women on the bench. Seconds later, Cersei Lannister appeared, not a hair out of place, but it was obvious what she had been doing with a man that was clearly twenty years her junior and definitely not her husband.
Her eyes landed on the two women, Sansa's back was to the blonde, but Margaery made dead eye contact over her wife's head. Cersei narrowed her eyes, glaring in disgust at the two women having sex in her garden. Theatrically, Margaery dropped her head back, pushing her breasts forward into Sansa's face and letting out a particularly pornographic moan- maintaining eye contact with the Lannister the whole time.
Cersei barred her teeth but didn't dare say anything. She knew that Margaery knew about her and her affair, and there was no way she would risk crossing the Tyrell and that particular secret coming out. It was almost from the power of asserting her dominance alone that Margaery came undone moments later, crying out Sansa's name.
"God that's the best way to welcome a new year." Margaery sighed, collapsing into her wife's arms, nestling her head onto Sansa's shoulder.
"You're something else completely." Sansa mused, running her fingers lovingly through the exhausted woman's hair.
"That's why you love me."
"Among other reasons." Sansa agreed, and after they sat together for a while determined that they had played hooky for long enough, "Come on, let's get back to the party."
Margaery made a big production of sighing in an entirely overburdened way, but stood up and followed Sansa's lead nonetheless. Later Sansa would wonder why Cersei was so cold to them when they wished her a Happy New Year later. Margaery would just smile, kiss her wife and tell her not to worry, there was no explaining the odd behavior of Lannisters.
A/N- This story turned out to be so much more than just a 'three times and once' but I do love writing for these characters. Let me know if you have any future stories you want me to write for them. xo