Sansa/Margaery + bounty hunter au
When Margaery walks into the police station practically being pushed into it by the hot detective inspector, the whole station begins to cheer. It takes Margaery a moment to not be offended because she realizes they’re not clapping for her arrest. It doesn’t matter she’ll be free soon enough.
DI Stark is still in her stripper get up. Not that Margaery minds. She really doesn’t mind at all. There’s still a clear view of the redhead’s cleavage.
“Miss Stark,” Margaery begins coyly as the crowd dies down in clapping for the scantily dressed woman.
“It’s Detective Inspector,” she snaps in return as she pushes Margaery into the seat next to unnamed desk. “Hey, Snow, do me a favor? Make sure she doesn’t move from this seat.”
“Now why would I do that?” the bounty hunter says with a flirtatious tone.
The DI isn’t in the mood for games. She shoots daggers at Margaery with a cross of her arms. “Keep talking, you’re under arrest for assault and battery and impeding on police investigation,” her voice is threatening and serious.
It kind of turns Margaery on. She smirks and happily says, “Sweetie, I am a bounty hunter. I had a right to be there, especially when my bounty is a scumbag who has me skipping through five cities.”
“Oh really?” Sansa throws back sarcastically. Margaery knows Sansa recognizes that her tone is laced with flirtation. The tips of her ears are reddening; they almost blend in with her hair.
Margaery stands up and Sansa instantly grabs her shoulders harshly. “Ooh, you can be so rough detective inspector,” she coos. She feels Sansa push her to sit down. “No, no. You want the bounty, you can grab it.”
Sansa stares at her in confusion for a second and Margaery wiggles her eyebrows.
“Back pocket, love,” Margaery leans in.
Sansa jerks her head back in annoyance. She reaches around Margaery, who is smiling with a shit eating grin on her face, and feels the paper in her back jean pocket.
“Take all the time you need.”
The detective inspector doesn’t react and just pulls the paper out. She reads it and Margaery can see the cute frustration grow as Sansa knits her brows together.
“Take all the time you need,” Margaery repeats as she sees Sansa’s icy blue eyes reset.
Sansa shoots her daggers once more before turning to her partner, Snow. “Check this out again,” she shoves the paper to him.
“Oh, I know that our relationship is based on a lie, but that was you first darling,” Margaery quips with a pout as Snow starts typing on the computer.
“What?” Sansa bites angrily.
“You know...in the club,” Margaery coyly begins, again leaning forward with a smile on her face, “I believe you found a seat comfortably on my lap. I’ve got a full view of your…” she looks down at Sansa’s ass, “perfect form. Shame you’re not actually a dancer, you’re quite delightful.” Sansa scoffs at her but her cheeks are blushing. “I’d love another dance...preferably horizontal.”
“Snow.”
Snow looks at Sansa apologetically before handing her back the paper. “It checks out.”
Margaery sees her jawline tense. She wants to know how Sansa looks biting her lips. “I suppose I am free to go then?” she interjects playfully.
Sansa doesn’t say anything. She does look defeated as she nods once. “Sorry for the inconvenience,” she grits through her teeth as she reaches in her shirt for the keys.
“Oh, no need for that,” Margaery says as she drops the handcuffs onto Sansa’s desk. She soaks in Sansa’s and Snow’s shocked faces. “I figured you’d at least come around for my stunning personality.” She plucks the sheet from Sansa’s hands.
“You can’t do that!” Sansa all but exclaims as her face turns bright red now.
“Of course I can, you were going to release me anyways,” Margaery retorts as she tucks the bounty paperwork in her back pocket. “Now if you excuse me, I have to bring my bounty back to Dorne, where he will stand trial.”
She starts making her way to the holding cells. Police departments were always an easy layout to her. What she doesn’t understand is why the detective inspector is hot on her heels.
“DI Stark, following me already? I am sure you’d understand I prefer business before pleasure.”
“Bronn is in our jurisdictions under suspicion for another case, we cannot release him to you at this time,” Sansa informs almost angrily.
“Nonsense,” Margaery says with a roll of her eyes. This was her bounty. She was hungry and tired. She just wanted to get back to her apartment with her money.
Suddenly there is a shout that echoes through the cells and several blues are rushing down the halls. Margaery looks at Sansa before they both take off down the halls with the crowd. When they get there, one of the officers opens the cell to rush in.
Bronn is laying face down on the ground. When the officer turns him over, everyone sees the scumbag with his eyes glazed, nose bleeding profusely, and froth coming out of his mouth.
Margaery curses aloud, “Bloody hell. There goes my bounty.” This is a disappointment.
Sansa stands next to her with an equally distraught look on her face. It takes her a moment before she remarks with a slight whine, “You’re telling me. There goes my only lead.”
Margaery stares at Sansa, who meets her eyes. Of course, this meant a further investigation for the both of them.