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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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[roseofthetyrells]

[she presses herself closely against him, holding tightly against the fabric of his shirt on his back, tugging it up so she can slide her hands underneath it to touch his skin. when he breaks the kiss, she sighs happily and nuzzles against him.

she matches his desire, opening her mouth under his and slipping her tongue out to trace the line of his lips.

she moans and presses herself more into his touch, moaning "yes, please." she'd be embarrassed at how aroused she smells if she was capable of thinking of anything other than him]

[sightlessly]

[He can feel her, the warmth of her, each shift of muscle beneath soft skin, the whisper of soft fabric as it moves over his body, can hear each beat of her heart.

His tongue slides along hers, dipping past her lips, all too eager to taste her, to kiss her absolutely breathless. He smiles to her lips at the sound of her voice, and god he can tell she's turned on, that she wants this, and he wants her so much that it's nearly overwhelming.

His hand teases at her breast still, thumb deliberately caressing, finding a nipple even through the soft fabric, teasing there before sliding up, slipping behind her, beneath where she's lying to see about unfastening her dress.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she revels in him and how he makes her feel. her hands are under his shirt, caressing firm muscle and soft skin. she wants his shirt off, but doesn't want to break their kiss.

she whimpers as the kiss deepens, caressing his tongue with her own. she trembles at the force of her desire, wanting nothing but him, this, the two of them together.

she cries out as he finds her nipple through the cloth. the nipple hardens under his ministrations and she arches up toward him. then, she feels him reaching beneath her to unfasten her dress and she's torn between helping him and continuing to caress his back]

[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]