Documented Minor Emotional Breakdowns

During the summer break, her brothers and Arya managed to get her outside to play Quidditch every single day. Sansa couldn’t believe it either, but she was actually pretty good at it. Jon teaches her how to be a great Keeper and after blocking two of Robb’s goals, he calls a timeout. Sansa laughs and watches her siblings rest and drink water, as she takes Robb’s old Nimbus and flies higher up the sky. Flying makes her think of Margaery, remembering how good her girlfriend looks speeding around in her Slytherin uniform.
“Sansa! Come down here!” Jon shouts to her urgently.
Sansa’s heart is beating rapidly. She’s terrified about what could have happened. Was it their mother? Father?
But when she sees her siblings’ faces, she notices they’re all smiling. Her mother is there, leading Margaery Tyrell out into the field.
“Look who’s come to visit you, Sansa!” says Catelyn, delighted to be entertaining a guest.
Margaery is standing in front of her, wearing jean shorts and a polo shirt, sunglasses on top of her head, brown sandals on her feet. She looked casual, yet so put together. Sansa could guess her entire outfit, as plain looking and as Muggle as it seemed, probably cost a few pretty Galleons.
“Hey Sansa,” Margaery grins. “I’ve come to see how your vacation was going. Aren’t you gonna give me a hug?”
She hugs Margaery, rather awkwardly, considering this was a girl who she’s been naked with a few times, and her entire family is there watching their exchange.
“I’ll show Margaery my room, I guess,” Sansa says to her family and drags Margaery towards the house.
“It was nice to see you,” calls out Margaery, turning her head before Sansa dragged her away.

Upstairs, Sansa locks the door and faces Margaery. “What are you doing here?” she asks in surprise.
“I’ve missed you,” her girlfriend replies simply. Margaery is walking around the room, taking in every little thing that Sansa owned. She saw sketches of dogs on the wall. A lot of books and makeup. She had a few romance novels that looked rather worn out, Margaery noted. She touches the television set perched on top of a stool in front of Sansa’s bed.
Sansa doesn’t reply. Her head is still reeling. Margaery Tyrell, her girlfriend is in her room. She’s looking as beautiful as ever and she’s here a few feet away from her bed. She’s here, touching her television set. “Father got me a television set and a new movie. We can watch it?” Sansa offers.
Margaery glances at the window and sees Robb, Jon, Arya, Bran and the youngest Stark child outside. She closes Sansa’s window. “A movie would be lovely,” she smiles at her girlfriend.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, Sansa has completely forgotten about it. They had been holding hands, and Margaery removed her hand from Sansa’s to graze her finger along her arm. Sansa turns her head to see Margaery smirking at her.
“Just watch the movie,” Margaery says.
Sansa tries. Oh god, did she try. But it was difficult to do so, especially when Margaery leans in, adjusts Sansa’s head to tilt to a side so she could brush her lips against her neck. Within seconds, Sansa has given up on the movie and adjusted herself so she could be on top of Margaery. Margaery’s fingers runs through Sansa’s red hair as Sansa’s own fingers snakes up underneath Margaery’s top.
“How long do you have?” Sansa asks through heavy breaths, quickly bringing her lips to Margaery’s as she waits for a reply. “Can you stay the night?” Margaery nods her head and breathes out a ‘yes’. Sansa grins and moves her kisses to her girlfriend’s neck and her hands start to unclasp Margaery’s bra.
“Wait,” Margaery stops Sansa and nudges her a little so she can sit up. Margaery removes her shirt to reveal quite possibly the sexiest white lace bra Sansa has ever seen. “Do you like it? I got it just for you.” Margaery asks, looking entirely pleased with herself.
Sansa’s mouth goes dry and she nods.
“Do you still want me to take it off?” Margaery questions her slowly, gauging her reaction.
Sansa shakes her head and Margaery chuckles. “I thought so. Maybe later?” she asks Sansa.
“Oh yes,” Sansa replies eagerly, mumbling it against her girlfriend’s ear. Margaery giggles, Sansa’s just licked her earlobe and god, Sansa’s missed that sound. Her hips grind into Margaery’s and she is cupping her breasts over that bra, moaning throughout.
Margaery’s hands are on her back, and she’s tugging on Sansa’s dress. “Take your clothes off, baby.” She says, her voice raspy.
Sansa’s breathlessly unbuttoning her dress and Margaery’s underneath her, squirming because Sansa’s just right on her and seems to be putting on a show. She’s grinning now, noticing the effect she has on Margaery and as she unbuttons her dress, she moves her hips carefully, grinning from ear to ear.
Margaery moans loudly, and Sansa glances at the door, a bit scandalised. “Shhh,” she says, pressing a finger against her girlfriend’s mouth.
“Don’t take so damn long then,” Margaery tells her crossly.
Finally, Sansa is unclothed and Margaery takes one of her breasts to her mouth, just as the pounding on the window started.
“Sansa! Margaery! Come play with us!” Arya calls out.
Sansa and Margaery freeze, shock and panic mirrored in their eyes.
Arya starts pounding on the window again. “Sansa!” she yells.
Sansa’s eyes widen when she hears Robb and Jon outside. They’re all in their brooms, outside Sansa’s window. She’s naked and Margaery’s in her bra, her mouth on Sansa’s nipple.
“Put on your dress,” whispers Margaery. “We’ll be right outside!” she calls out loudly to the boys.
Sansa stares at Margaery dumbly. “What are you doing?” she asks her girlfriend.
“I’m going to kick your brothers’ asses, that’s what I’m going to be doing.” Margaery, putting her shirt back on, replies.

After almost two hours of playing Quidditch, Margaery, with Sansa and Arya, managed to win against Jon, Robb and Bran.
“Fantastic game, Tyrell.” Robb says, congratulating Margaery. “Not bad for a Slytherin.”
Margaery scoffs and good-naturedly pushes Robb. “Remind me again who won the Cup two years running?” she says to Robb, pretending to be thinking a lot. “Oh that’s right. Slytherin.”
“Whereas Gryffindor hasn’t won since Margaery joined the team,” whispers Sansa to her little sister. Despite being a Gryffindor herself, Arya laughs.
“Alright, alright,” Robb says. “You win this one, Tyrell.”
“I always win,” Margaery retorts. “And considering I’m a guest in your house, you should call me Margaery.”
Robb turns to Margaery. “Alright, Margaery,” he drawls out her name, testing it on his lips. “Do you want me to call you?” he flirts.
Sansa is aghast. She looks pointedly at her girlfriend, who as per usual, is smiling.
“Cheeky,” is all Margaery says.
“Really, Rob?” Sansa turns to him and questions him with a sharp tone.
Margaery looks at Sansa quickly. She’s noted the anger from Sansa’s voice.
“Come on, Sans.” Robb says, also noting Sansa’s anger. “I didn’t mean to offend you, Margaery, I’m sorry.” he apologises.
“None taken,” Margaery replies.

During dinner, Robb suggests that they all sleep outside, underneath the stars. He offered to put up a tent for Margaery himself. “The weather’s beautiful and you’ll never be able to do this in Highgarden.” He says to Margaery.
Sansa closes her eyes. She did not want to share her girlfriend with her siblings. She just wants Margaery in her bed, for herself. But instead, Margaery is excited about the idea. “Oh that sounds wonderful, Robb. I would like that very much.”

Sansa’s night is going terribly. She offered to share a tent with Margaery, which her girlfriend accepted eagerly and Sansa’s spirits were lifted, thinking perhaps there was a chance they could continue what they started earlier in Sansa’s room, but instead Margaery’s spending the entire night talking to Robb. Sansa was inside the tent, lying down, listening to Robb’s attempts (succesful ones) at making Margaery laugh.
“Winterfell is gorgeous,” Sansa hears Margaery saying. “I quite like it here.”
“You’re a delightful guest,” Robb tells her. “Thank you for visiting me.” Sansa could hear the smile in her brother’s voice.
“You’re not the reason I visited,” Margaery laughs. Does she even remember who she visited? Sansa wonders to herself. She didn’t like Margaery laughing so much. She decides to get up and try to call Margaery inside.
“I should be getting some sleep, Robb. Thank you for everything.” Margaery says sweetly.
“You have a good sleep, Margaery.” Robb says.
Sansa unzips the tent and pokes her head out, just in time to see Margaery give Robb a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight,” Margaery whispers to Robb.
Sansa sits inside and waits for Margaery to get settled in. Margaery didn’t seem to be surprised to see Sansa awake. She smiles softly at Sansa and starts to lean in for a kiss, but Sansa pushes her away. Her eyes sting and her tears were threatening to fall.
Margaery looks at her, surprised. “What’s wrong?”
“You just kissed my brother.” Sansa tells her flatly.
Margaery furrows her eyebrows. “What?”
“Don’t deny it!” Sansa whispers angrily. “I saw you give Robb a kiss.”
“It was on the cheek, Sansa, for god’s sake!”
Sansa stares at her. “Why did you even come here?”
“Why are you picking a fight?” Margaery replies, looking confused. “What the hell, Sansa. I missed my girlfriend and I thought I’d come see her at home. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”
Sansa won’t be deterred. “You missed me? You sure haven’t acted like it.”
“Fuck, Sansa.” Margaery is angry now. “I come here dressed in my sexy lingerie. I wanted to spend time with you, but you offer to watch a movie instead. Which is absolutely fine by me, I just wanted to be with you.”
“Then why did you spend all afternoon with my siblings?”
Margaery rolls her eyes. “Do you not get it? I thought you were smarter than this. I wanted to impress your family, Sansa. I wanted them to like me!”
“So you go around kissing my brothers?”
Margaery sighs loudly. “You’re impossible.” She shifts closer to Sansa and grabs her shoulders. Sansa stares at Margaery’s eyes. She missed them. Usually they’re blue-green and dancing, but tonight her eyes looked completely blue. They were serious. “Listen to me, Sansa. I kissed your brother. On the cheek. The same way I do with my brothers every night before going to bed. I don’t want to kiss him anywhere else. I want to kiss you. All over.” She looks at Sansa.
Sansa sighs. “I just missed you so much.”
Margaery hugs her. “God, Sansa.” she murmurs against her girlfriend’s ears. “Why do you think I came here? I couldn’t go another day without seeing your face.” Margaery kisses her lips. “Without kissing you.” Margaery presses her lips on Sansa’s neck. She kisses along her collarbone open mouthed. “Tasting you.”
Sansa stifles a moan.
Margaery’s mouth goes lower and settles right above Sansa’s chest. “Do you want me to put a silencing charm on you?” she smirks at Sansa.
“Yes please.” And that’s the last thing Sansa says before Margaery takes off her clothes.