What IF

Chapter 17

The Blooming Rose

He gave her one of those smiles. Those charming smiles that made her as wet as the streams outside the castle of Dragonstone.

Gods he could be breathtakingly beautiful

Despite his northern bullishness, Robb was as pretty as any southern man. His brown hair that flickered red when the light shone on it. She had never found Tully men to be all that attractive but something about Robb stirred her loins.

And those eyes.

Those fucking beautiful eyes.

As blue as the sapphires in the Stormlands. As blue as the ocean waves, she could swim in them if he let her.

Robb Stark was a beautiful man.

'You comfortable?' he asked with that northern burr of his, the one he knew that she couldn't resist. The one that betrayed all of his southern looks. The one that reminded her that he wasn't like the pretty southern boys who she grew up with. The ones who would yelp if they had to bathe in ice cold water.

She smiled at him with her lip spasm, a signature smirk of hers and she could feel him growing hard at the sight. Out of everything of hers, that always seemed to get him. She didn't do it intentionally at first, usually when she would seduce a man, she would flaunt her body but for Robb it was her smile that did it.

'I am but I don't feel tired yet. Perhaps you can exhaust me with that cock of yours' she suggested as she bit her lip. Robb gave her a bashful smile and proceeded to attack her with his lips.

He removed her dress with ease and lunged at every part of her body.

It only took one moment for him to feel her warmth that he decided to plunge himself inside her. It was glorious.

She had kept her maidenhead up until this point, much to his surprise but it was a glorious experience. In her days of questioning women, she would learn how it was like to be taken by a man.

She had heard that northern men like it as rough as the sand on the beaches of Dragonstone. That thought worried her when she learnt she would be with Robb but Robb was careful with her.

He seemed to want to please her and not the other way round.

Margaery thought back to the two men she was previously betrothed to.

Renly whilst being a kind soul never looked at her with the desire that most men did. He stared at her like a baker would a loaf of bread. Robb looked at her like she was fresh meat that had just been butchered and put to the roast.

Joffery was a cruel child who got his kicks from watching others whimper before him.

It was safe to say that Robb was by far the best choice.

She felt cock tense and his movements still and that was when his seed washed inside her.

Their bodies lay there in a sweaty mess and his hairy chest was heaving with exertions.

Robb then fell down her body and he let her spoon him, this was a ritual they had been doing because he would often have panic attacks about his dead wife and unborn son. He would calm whenever she would stroke his hair.

'I missed this you know' he said as he looked up. 'I never got to say it last night when I returned but I did miss this... I missed you.'

Their eyes locked for a moment and Margaery hated that feeling in her chest. The fluttering of unease.

'You couldn't quench your thirst on any maid in Highgarden' she asks in jest, trying to avoid the affection that was dripping from his voice.

Robb grins as he closes his eyes.