Special Delivery [RP for ~blossomingrose]

[for_this_night]

Honestly, 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.

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[blossomingrose]

Maybe some of Margaery's friends might be surprise to find out that she has a steady "date" with someone like Jon Snow. But with a life like hers, so full of mental chess matches and conversations with people she'd really rather avoid, it's nice to spend time with someone who isn't playing any games. They both know what they're here for, so Margaery only bothers shrugging on a thin robe over the little she's wearing.

She quickly confirms with the concierge that Jon's allowed up, and when he rings the doorbell, she's right there to open the door and usher him in. "Hi," she murmurs, voice dripping with desire. Margaery knows just how good she looks right now, with her robe hanging open to show off the lingerie he'll be sure to be removing in a few minutes. "You can leave the wine there," she continues, pointing to the counter. They can definitely share some later, but it's not exactly what she's thirsty for right now.

[for_this_night]

Jon's proud of himself for not letting out any kind of sound when Margaery answers her door looking like the fantasy of every delivery guy in the world. The gossip magazines like to call her the most beautiful woman in the country, but he knows she's definitely the most gorgeous girl he's ever met.

He steps inside and sets down the wine as quickly as he can without breaking the bottles, then figuring that Margaery's texts were an invitation, closes the space between them. Jon slides one hand under her robe to pull her to him by the waist before pressing his mouth to hers.

Gods, but she always tastes good, he thinks. And the way she feels, the skin and the lace, feels pressed against his still-completely clothed body... damn.

[blossomingrose]

It's immediately clear to Margaery that he's pleased by her appearance, not that she's surprised. She did put it on in an effort to entice, more for her own amusement than out of any real fear that he might change his mind. The way he grabs her, warm hand fitting to her waist, is a good start to what should be a great night, and Margaery responds to the kiss with her usual passion and expertise.

She's already a bit heated from the words they exchanged before he showed up, and while she's hardly adverse to kitchen sex on certain occasions, she'd honestly been rather comfortable before. Once the kiss breaks, Margaery gives him one of her patented smirks. "Take me to bed."

[for_this_night]

They don't dance around things, don't mince words, and that's one of Jon's favorite reasons to keep coming back. Sure, over text they play around with flirtation and trying to one-up each other with being suggestive or downright lewd, but once they're face to face, he and Margaery just enjoy each other.

Jon groans a little into the kiss, stirred by the way her mouth works against his. When she leans back out of it and gives him one of those smirks, he knows exactly what she's thinking.

"Gladly," Jon replies. He gets ribbed sometimes about not being the tallest guy around, but luckily he's got just enough inches on Margaery, along with the strength, to sweep her off the floor and make his way quickly to the bedroom. Once he's laid her down, he slides out of his shoes and moves closer. "We talked about unwrapping you, but did you want to return the favor?"

[blossomingrose]

Margaery had been expecting this response, and she happily wraps her legs around Jon as he carries her to her bedroom. There's no need for them to waste time, and Margaery smiles at his question. "It's only fair, isn't it?"

She sits up on the bed and draws closer to him, until she's able to kiss him languidly as she unbuttons his shirt. Margaery is very appreciative of how fit Jon is, and her hands trace over some of the revealed skin as she pulls away. Her robe has fallen off one shoulder, giving her a sexy, disheveled look.

[for_this_night]

Honestly, Jon expects they look like the cover of some trashy romance novel. Him, bare to the waist now thanks to Margaery's quick and nimble hands, all long hair and muscled torso-- and her, robe askew, blonde hair just starting to be tousled, a thoroughly tempting amount of cleavage above her expensive lace bra. If he wasn't so turned on, it'd be funny.

He lets his teeth close over Margaery's lower lip as they kiss, letting her know he's as hungry as she is. Jon reaches out and tugs her robe off that other shoulder, then cups her breasts in his hands. Caressing them through the sheer lace, he groans a little into her mouth when he feels Margaery start in on his belt and his pants.