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[ her head tilts to help with the hair tuck effort, and then turns so she's skating her lips across his palm, her hand coming up to catch his and keep it there, all four fingers spanning his thumb. she closes her eyes, remembers that many upon a time, she'd have given anything to have this again, and plants a kiss over one of his calluses; when her eyes open, it's clear that Margaery's accepted Levi's resolve to be as unshakeable as her own. her hand follows the line of his arm, pausing to be a delicate weight on forearm as she looks up at him and smiles.

she wonders what his hands would be capable of if he hadn't been handpicked as a Tyrell ward, if he'd just gone on to maybe be adopted by a normal family, or aged out of the foster care system and left to fend on his own. no matter what happened, he would've been able to take care of himself. even back then, that much was evident. but maybe the stage was already set the moment they met - meant to traverse the world separately and still find their way back to each other when she needs him the most. ]

Levi.

[ his name, still so easy to say. the rest, not so much.

Margaery thinks about the heavy sharpness of his movements, the sound of bones breaking under the same hand that's so gentle with her. the new edge of experienced ferocity doesn't shake her heart from where it's been for the past twenty-something years. breathes out slow, lowering the walls, letting him see another proper glimpse of her vulnerability - not grief, just a profound truth of her existence. ]

No matter who you are or what you do, I think I'm. Always going to love you.

[ it feels - wrong, to be saying something so honest when it's so sweet, so out of place, and she's mildly mortified at how confessing still makes her face warm. but it's a relief, too; a bird that's been set free after constant gentle beats against the cage bars since Levi's return. ]

I don't expect anything, obviously, I just want you to know since we're going to do this.

[ A breath. She says his name. She looks up at him. It could have been twenty years ago, it could be now, it could be any fucking moment he thought about in-between those years. The ring of her irises — the soft set of her jaw when she feels vulnerable, when she tells him something true and sweet and secret — it's the same. It's the same.

Levi's expression stills and stays carefully blank, even as his thumb shifts minutely, brushing against the swell of her lower lip. Dark eyes blink, steadily, down at hers. Without the shock of last night, the shaking, the cold spray of the water, it all feels—

No matter who you are or what you do, I think I'm always going to love you.

He thinks, idly, about the letter he wrote her when he was nineteen. The one he kept and never sent. The one that says I owe you an explanation, the one that says I'm sorry, the one that says I know there are things you can't have while I'm next to you.

Quietly, ]

Don't say it unless you mean it.

[ Like it's an out. Like he'd do this for her without hearing any of it.

A pause. Tension, and then release.

Levi surges forward, hands bracketing her hips, and kisses her. He crowds her against the kitchen island, firm and urgent, nothing neutral or careful about the way he bows into her. A palm, roughly rucking fabric until it can hook under her thigh, hoisting her up onto the countertop. Narrowly avoiding plates and the unbalanced rock of ceramic, his coffee mug barely missing spilling over, because now that it's been said, there's no taking it back. A impossible chasm of history and secrets, but there's no leaving again.

This is it, now. Her, hers. ]

[ she doesn't think she has room for anything more than resignation, but he proves her wrong there, too. his words make her brows pinch and her mouth pout out of irritation that he doesn't think she could mean it when nothing has ever been more difficult to hide - her lips part, about to give him an earful about how she would never say something she doesn't mean, maybe, but all of it immediately becomes unimportant when the tension finally snaps.

suddenly, finally, Levi's so close the way Margaery wants him to be, so close that all she has to do is gasp and he's there, stealing the air from her lungs the way he always has. desperation has her snagging fingers into his tank anyway, digging in her nails like she's afraid this is a dream - and maybe it is, with the way her pride crumbles at the warm glide of his mouth against hers, so achingly familiar that it doesn't feel real.

his easy solution to their height difference earns him a throaty groan, and her legs closing in around his waist, her hands gentler now that they don't have to overcompensate for height difference; they wander, instead of dragging. smoothing over his chest, curling around his neck - tugging on his hair by the roots just as she teases him with a nip on his bottom lip.

and just like that, she feels like a teenager again, with the same thrum in her heart and heat between her legs, breathless from this shy, sweet boy who has the gall to grab her heart with a glance and knows exactly how to touch her. it's better, though, because as fucked up as this is, there is no pretty fantasy obscuring their future anymore. it's real, as real as it can get.

it's them making a conscious choice together. one where he doesn't leave her behind. ]

Take me to bed.

[ she comes up for air only to issue her demands, her authority all but shot from the husky waver that sounds so much like need. and even then, her nose bumps against his, foreheads touch, because she can't bear to properly pull away. ]

Or take me here. I don't care.

[ hands cupping his face so she can look into his eyes, let him see the depths of hers. the feelings that have always lingered, and have always belonged to him. ]

I want you.

[ Action, reaction. Like it's ever been possible to do anything else.

His forehead presses back against hers. A real decision of conscious contact, when they part for air. Her nose bumps against his and Levi breathes in, all subconscious, inhaling her exhales. Warm breath, and the taste of coffee, and the press of her thighs against his sides.

Caring for someone on purpose. Staying put. Don't let me in with no intention to keep me. There's a reason all the best poets talk about love like it chokes.

She touches his face and says I want you and Levi's lashes jump, half-lidded, a soft shudder making him bend forward. He presses a kiss to the under side of her jaw. He makes another sound there — a muted laugh, maybe some affirming noise, tucked into the sliver of space between their bodies — before his hands tuck underneath her. Tugs her close, then lifts.

He carries her to the nearest bedroom. Standing up, her weight easily braced. It ends up being his room; the sheets neatly made, the curtains open. He lowers her down carefully, the kind of core strength he didn't have as a teenager, let alone to do more than be her attentive student — eager touches and shaking hands and breathless, hesitant Does that— feel good?'s. There's only a sliver of the trace of the boy Levi used to be: he lowers himself over her, arm braced near her head. Elbow dipping the mattress, near that fan of her dark tresses over the covers. ]

Sorry, [ half-murmured, and then his palm sweeps, carefully, under the bend of her neck. Gathers her hair and helps her sweep it to the side, so none of it tugs and catches when he returns over her. His mouth at her jaw, her throat, hips snug against hers. The line of his cock through grey sweats, thickening.

It's not urgent. Not desperate. Not even when his tongue sweeps some open lave at the pulsepoint of her carotid. Not even when he keeps going south, lower, calloused fingers skipping over bare skin and then dipping under the waistband of her leggings, intent on helping her take them off. ]

[ jesus, she thinks faintly, as her face tucks into his neck in a bashful move, suddenly warm from the primal appreciation of strength he's displaying so casually. it never used to be like this, all easy movements and quiet self-assurance, and there's a soft note of mourning in Margaery's heartbeats for the boy who made up for his inexperience with so much gentle enthusiasm that she assumed intimacy was always meant to come with effusive joy.

but she's the one who's uncertain now, tripping over the sense of urgency that just seems to make sense and powered by the greed that's been her driving force for ten years - if they're on borrowed time, then she wants as much of him as she can get, more, more, more. never mind that it's been a long time since anyone's gotten her to lay on her back willingly, let alone spark an equal amount of desire to please and be pleased. add Levi to the equation - steady and sure Levi - and suddenly, the stakes are back to being higher, more than just physical release.

it's more than just pleasure in the exhales that she shudders out at the feeling of his cock, fingers gripping tight before she forcibly loosens them. it's Margaery obliging the pace he sets, clamping the ravaged arteries of her fears with the fragile hope that he'll still be here if she lets go even for a second, smoothing over the painful wish that she won't die with any more regrets than she already has.

i'm in this.

her hips lift to help get her tights off. the room is still cool from the crisp of the morning even as the sun is starting to filter in through the curtains, and she's never felt warmer - her skin is probably already pink wherever his stubble's touched, classic thin rich bitch skin - her underwear is practical, black cotton, and if they get around to unbuttoning her flannel, he'll find she's not wearing anything underneath.

reverent fingers run through dark curls before she's pushing herself up to her elbows, somehow feeling like she's drowning and soaring simultaneously. ]

Come on, baby. [ she teases, voice low and syrupy. and so fucking fond, like the last ten years don't exist. ] Don't you want me?

[ Her tights, and then her shirt, each undone button followed by its pair: a simple, undone kiss. One to the hollow between her collarbones, and then her sternum, and then her stomach. Lower, and then lower still. The equal and opposite reaction to his fit of urgency before. Like each parted, open-mouthed kiss against her skin is supposed to mean things like Okay and I will and We will. Here, now, in cool light, where the world's miseries can't enter just yet.

It's chaste, almost, the kiss he presses to the crest of her hip. The jut of bone there, cut halfway by the band of black fabric. The mattress resettles when Levi moves off it, standing at the foot to take off his shirt.

He stares down at her, for a second. Just lets himself look. The rosy flush to her skin, pink peppered down her body. Tenderness put into every angle of his features, affection that he killed for, that he killed to outrun and never stood a fucking chance at succeeding.

His mouth hooks into an answering smile. So fond, like the last ten years don't exist. Crooked, because this is the kind of shit they'd sell on Hallmark cards, but it's true to the way Levi remembers it: ]

Every day for the last twenty years.

[ Instead of joining her, Levi settles at the foot of the bed. On his knees, dropping so fast that there's a soft thud against plush carpet. Broad palms brace underneath her hips and tug her to the edge, then skim her underwear down her thighs. He glances upwards — trades her a boyish grin, the kid who'd flushed right to his ears and been achingly hard when he'd said I just— really like doing it — and his fingers circle at her ankle. Follow the swell of her calf upward, until he hooks her knee over his shoulder and can leisurely press his mouth between her legs.

It's not like having sex with someone new. But he's— thorough, anyway, chasing out her taste, her noises, the hitch of her hips like he's never heard them before. Levi works her open until he can trail his fingers through spit and slick to press two inside, give her something to clench down on, opening up so easy and molten that he makes a low, throaty groan. The tendons in his wrist flex as he fucks into her, his nose bumping into the crease of her hip.

His other arm, suddenly coming down like a steel bar across her stomach, to ask her to stay still. ]

[ just like love, Margaery has let intimacy - real intimacy - settle into something like a transactional category for the past ten years - that is to say, none have been rich enough to be able to afford it with her. and the ones that did were purely luck; the first few times she'd tried after Levi left, it had been obvious rebound attempts, where she had been nearly ferocious in her enthusiasm to peel away any lingering reminders of their love. instead, she was forced to contend with the knowledge that without the same sort of relationship, there was very little hope of fully recreating the same kind of pleasure.

which means she's not shy about her nudity when he looks, but she has no desire to be coy, either. if his eyes weren't so effective in pinning her down, she might have moved. sat up to close the distance between them so she can help him shed those devastating sweatpants, and get her mouth closing on his tip before her fingers have even formed a proper grip around his cock - instead, she behaves. she just tips her chin up a little bit and ignores the goosebumps breaking out over her skin.

she does reconsider her decision to be good when Levi doesn't join her, if only because she's a secret romantic and her heart is throwing a little tantrum at having him out of reach already, but how can she feel that frustration properly when he makes her breath hitch with just a stupidly charming smile? anticipation temporarily cages her reactions as she watches the soft curves of her leg glide over the hard lines of his shoulder, shifting herself up to her elbows so she can get a better view of him between her legs -

a move that is immediately rescinded as she winds up on her back again, hips instinctively bucking and one of her hands reaching down to sweep clumsily through his hair, her exhaled breaths sharp and heavy. fuck. the movement of his mouth, the thorough strokes of his tongue, the drag of stubble against sensitive skin - all of it sends shockwaves up and down the length of her spine, coaxing out broken moans and shuddered tremors, her thighs all but ready to close around his head so she can keep him there.

for someone who usually likes to be especially sharp with her diction, Margaery sounds just like melted chocolate when she's initially falling apart - and not desperate enough yet to make demands. it's when his fingers push in that she finally gasps out fuck! and her heel digs into his back by accident, too eager to find purchase so she can angle herself to shamelessly ride his hand - ]

Levi.

[ and there it is. the raw edge of her impatience, the urgency re-emerging because he's single-handedly keeping her from chasing her pleasure the way she wants, forcing her to feel every exquisite movement of his fingers and the softest huffs of his breaths against the building sensitivity he's actively encouraging. the next word is there, on the tip of her tongue, but she tries to hold out for as long as she can, resorting to gentle tugs on his hair, an arm slung over her mouth so she can stifle her sobs. overextending the last vestiges of her control because she knows he'll catch her when she falls apart.

her hips buck again, when his finger strokes against her just right, and she finally breaks. ]

Please.

[ Levi hums. He follows the cant of her hips, pressing her further, pressing her hips down into the mattress at the same time his fingers hook up. The pad of his thumb replaces the heat of his mouth to work quick, slippery circles, his jaw tipping left into the soft plush of her thigh. It's there that he roughly murmurs it, like some verbal brand into flushed skin, ]

I've got you.

[ And when she falls apart, him still shouldered between her legs, he doesn't fully let up.

Not immediately, at least. It's a slow wind downhill, the blunt of his fingers still tucked inside her as the pace of his mouth turns leisurely. It's less, really, about trying to coax another out of her so much as it is staying with her as she comes back down. Luxuriating in it. The taste of her, the flutters slowly dissipating around his fingers. The way she'd said his name, tugging like a fucking lance to the gut.

When Levi laughs, it's a quiet noise. Hoarse and throaty and affected, nose bumping into her hip as he presses the last few, idle kisses into her skin. When he finally lifts his head, gently pulling himself away, there's red flush creeping all the way up the side of his neck. He mouths at the pad of his thumb and admits, sincerely, around a smile, ]

I've really missed that.

[ It's not that he sounds smug. Just— satisfied, even as he rocks back and straightens up to finally take off his sweats. The length of his body covers hers as he joins her on the mattress. His cock bumps into the wet crease of her thigh, the bare hint of touch, and a full shudder ripples down his back, pre smearing along her belly as his hips grind instinctively. He's so fucking hard he's almost eighteen again — so in love, so single-mindedly focused with how much he wants her to feel good.

Levi kisses her, then. His palm cradling her jaw, thumb brushing over the rise of her cheek. ]

How do you want me?

[ It's a question, but his voice shakes when he speaks. The muscles of his abs bunching with effort — the full throttle of desperate desire, there, simmering just under his skin. ]

[ his shy inexperience coupled with enthusiasm had already been effective, but this is straight up lethal - borderline telepathic. Levi knows what she needs before she can think to express it, and when her orgasm crests, it only takes the edge off of her desperation. her desire remains, simmering hot in her veins as she shudders in the aftermath, sensitive but relishing in the sharpness of him still so close; coming down almost feels as good as the build-up like this.

she flushes hot all over again at the sight of him smiling, the lower half of his face wet enough to glisten in the soft lighting. if he sounded smug, she would've had an easier time of responding, but his sweats come off and embarrassingly enough, it feels like saliva immediately pools in her mouth at the sight. pavlov would be intrigued that even after ten years, all her ex has to do is pull down his pants and Margaery's all ready to get on her knees.

next time, she tells herself as he finally joins her, back in her arms where he belongs, sinking into his kiss. too soft, maybe, for the way her body viscerally aches for him to be inside of her. and when he asks, so good, so patient, so fucking sweet that she can't help her fond smile - ]

I've got you.

[ Margaery rolls Levi to his back, takes the opportunity to fling away her flannel, which has been caught on her arms since he unbuttoned it, and straddles him in smooth motion. one hand lies flat on the center of his chest, fingers spread wide, pressing into the soft give of his skin before they meet solid muscle. the other gently guides his cock.

their eyes meet and hold and she'll probably pull him up so she can kiss him before long, but for now, he gets an invitation to watch the way her features slacken ever so slightly as she takes him, inch by inch, the lines of her body that tremble at the delicious stretch that's already picking at her restraint. she shivers as the intensifying heat of the moment ripples outward, chasing away the morning chill of the room and manifesting as goosebumps and hardened nipples. it's - a lot. but that's never deterred Margaery before, and it sure as fuck doesn't now. if anything, it darkens the intent in her gaze.

she leans forward, hands back to balancing herself on his chest, and her hips begin to move, greedy with purpose but initially slow so she can further adjust. the flush in her cheeks spreads all the way to her chest as she exhales her pleasure roughly into the air every time she sinks down and he fills her up all over again. ]

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