Special Delivery [RP for ~blossomingrose]
Jun. 12th, 2020 12:05 pmHonestly, Jon doesn't really need any more motivation or encouragement to get his ass to Margaery's place other than knowing she wants him to get over there, but when she finishes a wonderfully flirtatious conversation with a picture like this, it just lights even more of a fire under him.
Even if Jon's never known her to have the same kind of aversion to playing the game that rich and powerful families like theirs expect them to join, Margaery definitely seems to share his dislike of most of the people who did the playing. Which, he guesses, is why they get along as well as they do-- or at least, well enough for hookups like this to keep happening whenever they're in each other's neck of the woods.
Jon's got four bottles of a Dornish red that he had to practically bargain his first born for in a canvas shopping bag, and an excited itch under his skin that he knows Margaery will know just how to scratch. She knows he's on his way-- he wouldn't have been let up to her floor if she hadn't answered the lobby concierge's call-- so when he touches the doorbell, it shouldn't be a surprise.
Even if Jon's never known her to have the same kind of aversion to playing the game that rich and powerful families like theirs expect them to join, Margaery definitely seems to share his dislike of most of the people who did the playing. Which, he guesses, is why they get along as well as they do-- or at least, well enough for hookups like this to keep happening whenever they're in each other's neck of the woods.
Jon's got four bottles of a Dornish red that he had to practically bargain his first born for in a canvas shopping bag, and an excited itch under his skin that he knows Margaery will know just how to scratch. She knows he's on his way-- he wouldn't have been let up to her floor if she hadn't answered the lobby concierge's call-- so when he touches the doorbell, it shouldn't be a surprise.