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Mid-Fuck Thursday

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
Keep going and finish the act.
Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
Have fun!

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It was better than false flattery, which she knew how to detect. So long as it didn't make him sick, she viewed that as definite progress. Given what he ate at Castle Black, if this could be marked as somewhat appetizing, she knew she had not fallen below the muck he was used to.

The meat had at least not turned. "My maid has been instructing me, but I think that she will always be better at it than I am. So far, she hasn't asked any questions about why I cannot cook."

She made a very poor country wife. "And no one as questioned you at the Wall about my disappearance?"

Jon nodded. "You did well in finding her. I'm glad to know you have at least one other face to visit you here, and that it's someone helpful." His heart ached, of course, that he couldn't simply stay with Margaery and be the husband she deserved and that they both wanted him to be. But she had never tried to keep him from his important duties, and that was but one more reason Jon adored her.

At her question, he shook his head. "The ravens came for a few weeks, and were answered that the wayward Queen had not been foolish enough to venture so far North. They've stopped. Every now and then, I hear the men bring back rumors from Mole's Town that you've been spotted here and there. I like the more colorful ones the best."

She knew the pull of duty and understood Jon's obligation. They were much more serious than hers had been, which had consisted more than a power grab. He fought to protect the realm, elected to his position as Lord Commander because the men believed in him. She couldn't ask him to give that up. Nor could she ask him to risk his life in desertion.

Margaery smirked, remembering a few of the tales. "I think I prefer the story of my life in Essos the best. Where I am a lady of the pleasure houses and am raising an army of loyal men to rule the islands across the sea. It's rather ambitious of me, don't you think?"

[OOC: So sorry this took so long. Been having one of those weeks.]

Jon laughed. "I certainly wouldn't put it past your abilities to carve a little empire out for yourself," he told Margaery, giving her a squeeze. He'd always made it clear just how much he admired her strength and wisdom, apart from the way he felt about her.

"Although I'm not as fond of the part of that story where you keep a harem of men at your beck and call to satisfy your urges." It had to be love, Jon thought, to be jealous of preposterous and imaginary rivals.

[ooc: I hope things are better! I was worried.]

"I certainly wouldn't mind being somewhere warm, even if it was across the Narrow Sea." As much as she was glad to be near Jon, the North was too cold for her and she was not impressed with the snow. The reward, however, was worth the price.

She grinned at his jealousy, remembering how he had teased her about how he intended to visit the Reach and appreciate the fashions there. She had been jealous then, but not as sharply as she would be now, if Jon spoke of Mole's Town. It didn't stop her from teasing him. "I hear that the men of Lys are well skilled."

[OOC: Aww, thanks. Just mundane stuff, but busy.]

He chuckled at the mention of warmer climes. Jon might have been born a Northener and lived all his life here, not even his blood was cool enough to consider anywhere so close to the Wall to be truly fit for living. But it was the price paid to defend this part of the world from what lay beyond, and for Margaery, it was the price to remain close to him.

His eyes narrowed. "I think I prefer you surrounded by that sellsword army, the un-something. You know, the one made up of nothing but eunuchs."

She accepted the price, as it meant that she could live her life freely with Jon. It was better than remaining in King's Landing, fighting against Cersei and resigning herself to a life where there was only the memory of love. Without him, there would be a dark emptiness that left everything around her dull and faded.

She leaned her chin on her hand, grinning as she continued to tease him. "The Unsullied? Ah, but I will need loyal advisers. Seasoned men of the world."

Jon would have agreed with all his heart. Even the most difficult of lives together was preferable to the easiest existence apart. Margaery was the center of his world, and if he was fighting to protect anything, it would be her.

He laughed as they continued to volley the idea between them. "Oh, yes. Very seasoned. Many, many decades of experience."

"I understand that well seasoned men are also experienced lovers." The look she gave him was knowing, well aware of his jealousy and interest in keeping her to himself. How could she resist needling him further? It was rather endearing to see how much he wanted her.

She had felt something similar in King's Landing. "Unless you have an objection?"

"Oh, I suppose there are a few gray-hairs out there whose hearts might not give out while trying to satisfy you. Remember, my love you are most... enthusiastic." Jon found himself rather enjoying the exchange, secure in Margaery's devotion-- especially when speaking in pure conjecture.

"There are always the examples of the virgin queens in the old stories, who saved themselves in order to preserve their power."

"Ah, but you should know that I am no virgin." They had proven that to each other a dozen times over. Her appetite for him was nearly as insatiable as his for her. There was little doubt in her mind that by the time they slept, they would have made love twice more.

"Do your brothers not have theories where you go when you leave the Wall? I imagine they must say you are in Mole's Town."

"No," Jon said with a knowing smile, "you are not. But as far as I am concerned, other than me, you are as pure as the driven snow." He leaned in to kiss her gently. He had no care for who Margaery might have been with before him, only that they would always be true to one another now.

He shook his head. "Most figure I've gone to Mole's Town, yes. Others that I keep a secret home among the Wildlings. The most amusing is the new one, though-- that I turn into a wolf to go hunting alongside Ghost in the wilderness."

"How fanciful you are, Jon Snow." But he was right. She was no one's but his. Since the moment they met, she was his entirely, even without being aware of it. The stories were nothing compared to reality. The north might be cold, but she had a good man to warm her bed and a great deal more happiness than she would find with a harem.

She grinned, a gleam in her eyes. "I enjoy that story." Moving from the table to circle around him, her fingers toyed gently with his hair. "There is a great deal of wolf in you. A wildness that I love."

Sometimes, he did wonder if there was another world where a simple man named Jon met a simple woman named Margaery, and the two fell in love, married, and lived quiet, simple lives. When Castle Black was tomb silent and cold as ice, he was sorely tempted to trade places with those two.

At her words, he returned the smile and gave a low, rumbling noise that served as his approximation of a growl. "And it loves you back." Jon reached up and kissed her hand. "Now sit back down and let's finish this fine meal before it goes cold. A little wine in front of the fire afterwards and then perhaps you can coax the wolf out to play."

She did as he asked without complaint, offering the usual sort of chatter they shared during their evenings together. She would ask him briefly about the Wall, but such talk wasn't heavily discussed in the cottage. That other world didn't exist for them, only the one they made for themselves.

At the end of their meal, she collected the dishes and plates to clean later. He had requested wine and she had found a passable vintage, though nothing could ever compare to Dornish. "Was supper to your liking?"

"Supper was fine, but the company was what I truly enjoyed," Jon answered, moving closer to the hearth where the two of them could sit together in front of the fire. He took his wine and made sure there was more than enough room for her beside him.

"Come, my love. We'll warm up with some wine, and then when supper has settled, we shall warm each other up some more in bed."

She followed him with glimmering eyes. Once she settled beside him, she rested her head on his shoulder, staring into the fire with a contented expression on her face.

"I only wish that I could do more for your visits, offer you more than paltry meals and a cold room at night."

"You do so much," Jon replied, shaking his head. "And I don't just mean the obvious, love. Just seeing you, hearing your voice, spending time with you... it's like it fills me back up with what I need to face another stretch at the Wall."

He curled his arm around Margaery, holding her even closer. "Now let's talk no more about leaving until it has to happen. Let us just enjoy what we have." Jon tilted his head and placed a kiss on her temple, breathing her in. The world could wait.

[OOC: Seem like an okay place to fade out?]

[ooc: Looks good!]

[OOC: Thanks for another great thread :D ]

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