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[roseofthetyrells]

[It's by far the most beautiful sound he has heard, in as long as he can remember listening to her laugh like that. He makes his way easily towards her bedroom, sidestepping furniture and any other obstacle in their path.

Until he's inside and he can lay her oh so gently down on the bed, leaning over her to brace one hand on the bed on the other side of her, leaning in to brush his lips to hers.]

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[she giggles and buries her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, pressing kisses and little nips against his flesh as she's carried easily into her bedroom

she feels precious and treasured as he lays her down gently. she smiles up at him and reaches up to help pull him closer, her eyelids fluttering closed and making a pleased sound as he gives her the most gentle kiss she's ever received in her life]

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[sightlessly]

[Matt is trying not to be impatient. It's a virtue, after all, but not one he feels like he has a very firm grip on right now. But to hell with patience. How can he wait a moment more for Margaery?

Luckily it seems he won't have to. His fingers make short work of freeing that dress so he can guide it down, slip it past her shoulders, down further, baring her to his touch. And oh he takes full advantage of that hands moving gently over the swell of her breast.

He doesn't need to see to know she's beautiful. It's something he's sure would be obvious even if he were robbed of all his senses.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery isn't feeling particularly patient, either, writhing beneath him, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. she reaches one hand up to rake through his hair, tugging him in for a brief, yet passionate kiss.

she groans and closes her eyes as he bares her fully to him and starts impatiently tugging on his shirt to get it off, to feel his bare flesh against hers. she opens her eyes again to take him all in, his black uniform leaves little to the imagination and she's eager to see and feel him.

he's the handsomest, sexiest man she's ever seen and she can't believe that they're here, together, that he wants her as much as she wants him]

[sightlessly]

[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.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she runs her hands up and down his chest, reveling in the feel of firm muscle under soft skin, feeling out the areas where he's been scarred in battle and leaning in to place kisses along the ones she can reach.

she arches her body against his when he kisses her, whispering encouragements and telling him how good he feels when he breaks away. she sighs in pleasure as he begins to kiss his way down her body with a low groan when he reaches her breast, running a hand through his hair as the other caresses his back.

she's not wearing any underwear beneath that dress. as soon as he gets it down, she'll be bared to him completely]