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[versigny]

[ 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a move that is immediately rescinded as she winds up on her back again, hips instinctively bucking and one of her hands reaching down to sweep clumsily through his hair, her exhaled breaths sharp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.

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[ 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. ]

[versigny]

[ 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. ]