[Matt will let his hands move away from Margaery just long enough to cooperate with removing his shirt, and then it's straight back to her, like he couldn't stop touching her if he tried. But why try.
He's not an idiot.
A pause, to lean in, steal a kiss from her lips, murmuring a soft whisper of her name there and he begins to kiss slowly down her jaw, her neck, down along her collarbone, over her breast, teasing deliberately over a nipple, gentle for now.
His hands meanwhile are working on getting rid of that pretty dress entirely.]
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He's not an idiot.
A pause, to lean in, steal a kiss from her lips, murmuring a soft whisper of her name there and he begins to kiss slowly down her jaw, her neck, down along her collarbone, over her breast, teasing deliberately over a nipple, gentle for now.
His hands meanwhile are working on getting rid of that pretty dress entirely.]