Shoop de ship

[hufflefluffhouse]

the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

Link to an image:   <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

Comments

[overcunningly]

[Margaery couldn't help but return that smile, arching against Sansa's touch slightly, encouragingly.]

It was an exercise in patience, certainly. And in thinking of the end result. [She tipped her head slightly.] I'm not sure I'd do it again, but I'm glad I did once.

[notenderheart]

[Her smile widens at that arch, and she runs her hand up, over Margaery's hip, over the thin fabric that clings to them, her fingers slowing as the thought of tugging on that fabric, pulling it down to bare more of the tattoo, more of the woman laid out before her, comes to mind.]

Everything is worth doing once.

[She'd heard that somewhere...]

[overcunningly]

[She takes in a breath, nodding slightly. Make no mistake, Sansa, she wants all of that attention and more.]

S'pose so. And this does appeal to my vanity.

[A thin laugh.]

[notenderheart]

If it were truly vanity, perhaps it would have been in a more conspicuous place.

[That nod, that look in Margaery's eye, emboldened her. Sansa hooked her finger in the band of Margaery's undergarment...then another in the other side. Looking into the woman's eyes, she slowly pulled down, ready to stop if so bidden, but also ready to remove it entirely if approved.]

[overcunningly]

Oh, I don't know. This is to be shown off when it most matters.

[She batted her eyelashes, then, continuing to signal her approval.]

[notenderheart]

Am I what most matters?

[Sansa smiles in a way that is half teasing and half sincere and naive. She draws the undergarment all the way down, removing it completely. Setting it aside, she looks at the woman, naked in front of her, and reaches out to again run a hand along the tattoo, a slow caress as she takes in the sight of the queen laid bare.]

[overcunningly]

[Margaery nods, just once, subtle as anything, but she means it thoroughly. The look in her eyes should explain that.]

You're wonderful.