Sansa/Margaery + Jessica Jones AU
“You didn’t have to walk me home you know?” Sansa says as she reaches in her purse for her keys.
Margaery doesn’t say anything. She just sniffles and brushes her nose with a shrug.
The door subtly hisses open. Margaery raises her eyebrows, unforgetting of Sansa’s new Fort Knox since she moved out. Sansa moves to enter her apartment when she realizes Margaery hasn’t moved.
Sansa leans against the ajar door. “Did you want to come in?” she asks with uncertainty in her voice. It’s been almost a week since she’s seen Margaery. She doesn’t want to pressure Margaery.
Margaery clears her throat and wipes her nose again. “Well...you do have the best whiskey.”
Sansa smirks at the remark. She’ll take that. She pushes the door open for Margaery to enter before she follows. She moves to hang up her jacket and scarf and then gets a whiff of the smell from the alley. She frowns and moves to her bedroom while Margaery stands there with her hands jammed into her pockets.
“I left the whiskey in the same place,” Sansa points out nonchalantly. She doesn’t want Margaery to know how heavy her heart still feels. There are still tremors that are evident in her hands. “I am just going to...change.”
Truth is, she wants to shower to get the dirt and grime off of her but Margaery is there. She’d rather spend time with Margaery.
Margaery nods but doesn’t move until Sansa is at her door.
Part of Sansa expects as she goes into her closet that Margaery will leave without another word. She does that now. Doesn’t speak much. Doesn’t express much. It makes her heart tighten and eyes burn once more. Her best friend. Her everything.
She throws her jacket and scarf into the hamper before unbuttoning her shirt. She practically rips it off before kicking off her shoes and unzips her skirt.
“I got you a glass.”
Sansa shrieks as she falls back into her closet. Her heart is pounding inside of her because she forgets that Margaery does that slinking thing now. She sees Margaery set down a glass of whiskey on her nightstand before sitting down on her bed with her own glass.
“Sorry,” the private detective mutters into her glass.
Sansa breathes out slowly. It’s just Margaery. It’s not those men from the alley. She’s home and she’s safe.
“I’ll just be a moment,” Sansa says lowly as she turns around. Her whole body is warm.
It’s not new for Margaery to see her half naked but Sansa can’t imagine the last time she has. Her body is warm and Sansa knows her disposition. Her pale body is about to turn pink if she keeps thinking about Margaery’s eyes on her body.
Margaery clears her throat. “You can take a shower.”
Sansa looks over her shoulder as she puts on a robe to at least cover herself. “It can wait.”
This time Margaery sighs and sets her glass next to Sansa’s. She knows how Sansa feels right now. Even after all this time, Margaery knows her. Sansa stares in confusion as Margaery slips off her jacket and scarf.
“Sansa…,” Margaery says softly as she approaches the show host slowly. It’s almost careful.
The air shifts and Sansa isn’t worried about the fact that she’s wearing significantly less clothes now. Her heart is beating quickly inside of her because for a second, Sansa recognizes that look on Margaery’s face. Before Joffrey, Margaery’s brown eyes would shine with mirth. Her lips would curl into a smirk.
A hand falls on Sansa’s wrist. Margaery still holds her with the utmost care.
“Come on.” Margaery doesn’t look her in the eyes as she tugs her gently along to the bathroom. Sansa feels like her heart is about to burst from her chest.
“Margaery, we haven’t---” her words are cut short as Margaery lets go of her wrist to turn on the shower.
Margaery’s voice is rough as she returns, “Sansa, I know you want to shower. I’m not going anywhere. Stop worrying.”
Sansa bites her bottom lip. It brings her back to too many memories. She can see the look on Margaery’s face that the shorter woman is thinking the same thing.
“I can wait outside,” Margaery says sheepishly as she ducks her head. Her brown hair falling over her face.
When she starts to move, Sansa grabs onto Margaery’s wrist this time. She doesn’t think about it because her heart is racing. She cups Margaery’s soft cheeks with her hands and pulls her in for a kiss.
Part of her thinks they shouldn’t do this. Now isn’t the time. Margaery has been through hell and back. Sansa knows she has too many reservations of being with her. She’s even warned Sansa to stay away. How can she stay away when she worries constantly for Margaery? How can she stand by when all she wants to do is be there for her?
Margaery doesn’t touch her. She’s scared to move. But her lips slide against Sansa’s gently. It’s coming back from memory. Their lips move against each other with ease.
“Sansa,” Margaery finally speaks as she pulls back for air. Sansa bends down to press their foreheads together. She holds fast to Margaery in case she runs away. “We shouldn’t do this.” She sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sansa bites her lip and shakes her head. “You’re not going to hurt me.” She knows Margaery would never hurt her. With all the strength she has, anger, and frustration, Margaery still holds her carefully in her hands like a small bird.
“I can’t…”
“Margaery...please,” Sansa insists. Her thumbs brush Margaery’s cheek bones slowly. She misses her so much. She’s scared of Margaery being out there on her own. There are so many more worries she wants to express to the super human.
Margaery’s hands find her waist. They’re hot through the flimsy fabric of her robe. Sansa hopes Margaery’s hands will untie her robe and take her but they don’t move. Margaery kisses her once more before whispering, “I can’t…”
Sansa tries not to think of her heart breaking inside of her. She knows why Margaery can’t. She knows why they can’t. Now isn’t the time. Not with Joffrey’s return. It hurts her to know she can’t do more for Margaery. It makes her feel worse that she just wants to be selfish.
“Then, stay,” Sansa asks carefully. She just wants to make sure that Margaery is safe. Even if it’s just for one night. She wants to know that Margaery will be safe. “Just tonight.”
Margaery sighs in defeat. “Shit...alright,” she resigns. “Just tonight.”