Chapter 2
Soft jazz was playing in the dimly lit room Margaery was entering, the smoke in the air blocking part of her view. The sweet aroma of perfume and cigarettes was filling the room, making her kind of dizzy. She held her head high, observing her surroundings in order to find the girl. Suddenly the phone in her hand vibrated startling her and a rather surprising message from her brother appeared.
Loras xx: Grandmother saw your girl leaving the VIP room shortly after you went there… I’m gonna pray for you sis x
She clutched the phone tightly in her hand before sending him a short message. This time she decided to put the device in her mini leather purse, huffing annoyed when the screen of her phone lit up again. She zipped it rather harshly, not wanting to deal with any of this tonight. Why all of this had to happen to her?
Margaery was well aware what her grandmother wanted of her tonight, but with the argument from earlier in mind, that was not a possibility anymore…anytime soon. All of this… the game that Olenna was trying to play was harsh, deceiving and unscrupulous. Her heart got tight in her chest thinking about Sansa and how unaware she was to all of this.
Over the past half a year, they have gotten closer and right now she was debating whether to tell the girl the truth or no. By closer meaning that they could have a decent conversation now, if Sansa saw how serious Margaery is.
Just as she looked around and made a few more steps inside, her heels clicking loudly on the marble floor, she saw a glimpse of long auburn hair. Immediately her pulse quickened and her eyes got wide, as the familiar feeling in her heart settled.
Now is the time.
But unfortunately throughout these months, Margaery was starting to like Sansa. Well of course, everyone with eyes would say that she was beautiful there was no denying that. However, the heiress found herself staring longer at Sansa’s light blue eyes, occasionally drifting to her full plump lips.
They always look so kissable.
Well maybe like wasn’t the right word to express her feelings towards the girl, because every time when the taller girl would do something awkward, say something funny or just talk about things that she was passionate about, Margaery will look at her with those heart eyes, that her grandma would scold her about.
Oh God, I’m so in love.
She immediately cringed at that word…love. This was something that never happened in her whole twenty-four years old life. Of course there were random hook-ups here and there that she wasn’t proud of, and sometimes she would tease Sansa or even try something but nothing of this would lead to something major. After all Margaery was sure that she wasn’t going to act on those feelings, it would just make everything even more complicated than it was.
In no time she found herself standing at the bar, next to the girl that was sipping alcohol like it was water. Margaery was yet again struck by her beauty and just stood there quietly not knowing what to say all of a sudden.
Think, think, think
“Your brother told me to look after you. Is this your 5th drink?” She looked at her side, Sansa’s flaming hair falling messily down her shoulders. Her eyes quickly and questioningly scanned the bartender, looking for answer.
He awkwardly shook his head not really wanting to anger the Tyrell girl.
The taller girl, stood there for a while looking at the purple liquor in the small glass and laughed drily, before downing the shot. Her head was spinning and she knew that this was off the limit but she couldn’t help herself.
“It’s probably the 9th, why do you care?” She flipped her hair back and arched her eyebrow.
The Stark was frustrated.
Margaery could barely help herself, the burning fire in her blue eyes, the sensual music, Sansa’s almost sinfully short black dress…it was all too much. But something inside of her was telling her that this wasn’t a good idea.
Now wasn’t a good idea for games, she was going to tell her the truth or maybe come up with a better lie…
Still not responding but only looking rather suspicious and… bothered, Margaery leaned on her side and got closer to the redhead.
“Why are you drinking so much?” The shorter girl leaned even closer so she could hear her clearly, not wanting anyone else to eavesdrop on their conversation. They were staring at each other with e great intense and just like that Sansa’s cold eyes turned into soft ones and… somehow there was something seductive..
“Well, not that it’s any of your business but I’m trying to… you know, loosen up a little bit.” She shrugged her shoulders taking a step back and sitting on the high leather chair.
It took everything in Margaery’s willpower to remain calm or at least to look like that; it was obvious that Sansa was trying to get back at her, knowing the girl too well, but it was very hard to keep her cool. Her dress rode up just the tiniest bits when she crossed her long legs; scanning her every move Margaery knew that Sansa was looking at her.
“I have something important to tell you.” The shorter girl said in a low tone, still looking alert, because everyone in the room knew who they were. One wrong move and everything could break down.
Sansa looked rather amused at her, not catching up the seriousness of the conversation. It was really rare to see the Tyrell girl so stressed and concerned? Suddenly the taller girl understood that there was something wrong with her and took her hand, placing it securely on her lap.
“Hey ? Umm.. Marg is everything alright? If this is about that boy from earlier, he’s just a friend of Jon and I-“ Sansa started rambling trying to explain that there was nothing going on earlier, thinking that this was causing Margaery such distress.
Well, not that far from the truth.
“No, no it’s not about that-“ The shorter girl cut off but immediately cursing herself for being so stupid, as she saw Sansa’s hurt expression.
“I mean, yeah…this has to do with the thing that I’m going to tell you. Do you mind if we go to your hotel room? It’s a private conversation.” The older girl said with confidence finally getting a grip, her words so soft and demanding leaving Sansa no other choice but to agree.
Not that she was going to reject Margaery Tyrell.
After a couple of minutes and a couple of glances from the other guests, both of the girls were inside Sansa’s hotel room. It was normal for them to be on the spotlight most of the time, well known that they were not engaged into a serious relationship with anyone else, being the only two single ladies from house Tyrell and Stark. Some would say that their friendship was rather scandalous even.
“First I want to apologize for earlier, it was very rude of me to treat you…like that. I’m really sorry Sansa.” Margaery walked closer to her, meanwhile putting her purse on the king-size bed. The taller girl was watching closely her every movement, her heart full of anticipation. She was zoning out, taking everything in, checking the older girl out, not understanding where all of this was going.
“I don’t want you to take that the wrong way, it’s just that I’m feeling like I’m lying to you and-“
Could this be the moment that Margaery will-
“I’m really valuing this friendship, so I decided to tell you the truth.” Sansa’s little smile fell, so did the excitement in her eyes disappeared. It was going to be something that’s definitely not good and she knew it.
“All of this is made up, that’s how it started…It’s not like that now, of course and it wasn’t the second time that I saw you but I wanted you to know that.” Fifteen minutes later and Margaery was still explaining the plan that Olenna Tyrell came up a long time ago asking nobody if that was okay and not caring about anyone’s feelings. Sansa sat there the whole time, her mind foggy from the alcohol trying to reciprocate everything that she heard.
“If I knew that I was about to learn all of this, I wasn’t going to drink so much.” The taller girl simply said, still not sure what else to do. Margaery just laughed softly at her sudden response.
“So, umm what are we going to do now? I mean, I’d rather suck face with you, than those Lannister creeps.” She blurted out, feeling anxious even thinking about Joffrey. Not the response the shorter girl was expecting at all but she laughed again at Sansa’s adorable-scared expression.
So adorable.
Suddenly it got quiet in the room and a tension settled, while both of the girls looked expectedly at each other. The northern girl shifted closer to Margaery, clumsily trying to pull down her dress that was slowly drifting up her tights. She wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do now or how to act around each other anymore. Well she knew what she wanted to do, thanks to the alcohol, but that wasn’t an option right now.
“Yeah, pretty much grandma wants me to hook-up with you, so our families could be together in this, like no rivalry.” She summed up, pretty quickly. Sansa pursed her lips, pretending to rethink the possibilities.
“I mean, I’m not saying that there has to be something between us, I’m not trying to force anything. But when we are in public things will have to be the other way.” Margaery huskily said, staring at her lips, unable to look away.
“It sounds like… pretty good plan to me.” Sansa’s voice came out raspy, her eyes looking directly into her green ones. Again there was silence, neither of them saying anything. The taller girl replayed the whole night in her head… Margaery’s rejection before, their fight, their kisses, her jealousy, the Lannisters, Olenna’s plan … all of this was too much right now and she felt her headache coming.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” The heiress got up from the bed and leaned in to give Sansa a kiss on the cheek.
Honestly, it was becoming too much for her to handle. Let’s say that Margaery was a very…sexual person and her big crush on Sansa wasn’t helping right now. Well the northern girl didn’t do anything on purpose, but her short dress, those thighs, her slowly parted plump lips and her dazed eyes didn’t help at all.
And with that she was gone.