Claustrophilia (Aegon/Margaery, Rhaenys)
Aegon went meep.
Margaery had to stifle a grin at that, watching her blue-haired, overly pierced punk boyfriend turn the color of a burnt tomato and try to hide behind the burly police officer.
"Dammit, there’s a reason I called Jon," he muttered, watching his sister walk over to them.
Rhaenys, Marg decided, had the best skeptical look she had ever seen, possibly barring Grandmother Olenna. It was something to with her eyebrows. “Tyrell, I’m really doubting your tastes right now.”
"I had a bit of fun," Margaery said, ignoring Aegon’s sputtering.
"In a broom closet?" Rhaenys jerked her head towards Aegon, who was deeply entertaining the officer he was still trying to hide behind. “With this one?”
"I am plenty of fun," Aegon said, sulking a bit. "I am all of the fun."
"Perhaps somewhere with more room," Margaery allowed, reflecting on the unexpected benefits of a well-placed tongue piercing.
"Just not on public property, you two," Rhaenys said. "Seriously, I’ve done enough of that, your body hates you later."
Aegon sputtered again.