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[f/f, modern also available]

[It would surprise most, but Margaery has her moments of exoticism. She's never been one to steal tricks from the Dornish girls or from those few Essosi women that make it across the Narrow Sea, not exactly -- she'd pale in comparison, quite literally, and she knows that. They are beautiful in a way she will never be, but she can augment her own beauty in ways she learns from them or someone else and reinterprets.

It wasn't her idea to be tattooed, originally -- that was Loras, in one of his moments of flamboyance and daring, but all the younger generation of Tyrells had gone in for it, even timid Alla. Some opted for the smallest of roses, little flowery kisses on tummies or ribs where they'd be hidden at any respectable moment. Margaery, never one to do things halfway, had her rose taking up the curve of her hip and thigh, unapologetic. If anyone ever saw it, they would already be too close to her to complain, and she's always had a gaudy, decorative streak.

She expected to protect that rose like a metaphor for virtue, keeping it hidden from the watchful, judging eyes of men and tattling ladies, until passing it off as youthful indiscretion to whatever man she wound up bedding for politics. It is something of a surprise -- and a joyous one -- to now be reclining on pale sheets, observing as Sansa is the one to take it in.]

Are you surprised, sweetling?

[There was so much that Margaery had introduced Sansa to, whole worlds she had opened up with her experience and maturity. They started out simply, then one followed the other, like pearls on a string, somehow leading to this moment, with her friend nearly naked on her bed. Sansa felt strange looking at her, seeing the older woman's beauty, and finding herself warm, her heart beating just a bit faster. The rose tattoo was something she had never seen before, but it seemed appropriate...strange and beautiful and intimate. She wanted to touch it, but the idea made her cheeks feel hot.]

It's beautiful. Did it hurt?

[Margaery smirked, though not meanly. She was aware how little Sansa knew -- aware, too, how much she knew, but the younger woman's knowledge was not of things such as this. It wasn't a common practice here, tattooing, especially among nobles, but the young Tyrells were nothing if not trendsetters.

She watched Sansa watch her, trying to decide how much invitation was appropriate even now.]

The brave thing to do would be to say no. [A laugh, at her own expense.] That would be a lie. It hurt more for how long it took, I think.

[Sansa moved closer to take a better look, clasping her hands in a semi-conscious intent to keep herself from touching as she wanted.]

How long did it take?

[Gently, then, Margaery laid one of her own hands out along the curve of her hip. Really, it would be all right. That would be rather the point of all this, wouldn't it?

Another playful little smirk, a shrug.] Oh, the better part of an afternoon, I think. I was ambitious with mine.

[Sansa smiled, a little shyly, and reached out to gently trace along the tattoo.]

I'm not sure I could manage. I hate it if I prick my finger too many times when I'm sewing.

[Her fingertips slow, brushing along the curve of Margaery's hip, uncertain but curious.]

[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.

[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...]

[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.]

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.]

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.]

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.]

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

You're wonderful.

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