That closet had better be full of dresses for me to wear out of here. [ Margaery teases, self-aware enough to know that Dany only allows herself to rip her dresses because she knows it makes the Rose of Highgarden that much hotter. One of the pleasant things about being one of the Queen's most trusted advisors is that people are even more honored to make dresses for her than they were when she was just the Lady of Highgarden. Thought they probably never guess that their hard work is being appreciated in this fashion.... ]
You are just.... stunning.
[ Though she hadn't gotten much of a chance to just look at Dany before the other woman was upon her and tearing at her dress, she'd seen enough. Dany looks beautiful in every outfit, every setting, but in Margaery's opinion it's when she's like this, wet and ready and hungry for a woman's touch, is when one could go a little mad with lust just looking at her. On the occasional nights where they invite some other woman into their bed, Margaery almost feels like she's doing a great charity, letting that particular gaze fall upon someone else. She's sure her lover haunts many a woman's dreams. Though her looks at Margaery always have that little extra something, that comes from not just lust but love.
She lets out a little whimper as Dany finally loosens her dress enough to free her breasts, now aching to be touched. Her own arms wrap around Dany, pulling her closer in until they're practically chest to chest. ] This is the greatest gift. You have no idea how much I yearn for you, when you can't travel to Highgarden with me. [ It's closer to the level of Dany's desperation than she usually shows. She gives her lover another passionate kiss, petting her hair. ] And now I can lie in this bed and think.... think about how you look at me.
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You are just.... stunning.
[ Though she hadn't gotten much of a chance to just look at Dany before the other woman was upon her and tearing at her dress, she'd seen enough. Dany looks beautiful in every outfit, every setting, but in Margaery's opinion it's when she's like this, wet and ready and hungry for a woman's touch, is when one could go a little mad with lust just looking at her. On the occasional nights where they invite some other woman into their bed, Margaery almost feels like she's doing a great charity, letting that particular gaze fall upon someone else. She's sure her lover haunts many a woman's dreams. Though her looks at Margaery always have that little extra something, that comes from not just lust but love.
She lets out a little whimper as Dany finally loosens her dress enough to free her breasts, now aching to be touched. Her own arms wrap around Dany, pulling her closer in until they're practically chest to chest. ] This is the greatest gift. You have no idea how much I yearn for you, when you can't travel to Highgarden with me. [ It's closer to the level of Dany's desperation than she usually shows. She gives her lover another passionate kiss, petting her hair. ] And now I can lie in this bed and think.... think about how you look at me.