#let me know why either way pls + thanks because its a delicate issue

[wooteena]

Hello Chat quick question wuestion so to speak

[cerseiwondered]

Pls do 10 (and/or) 19 of kissing prompt listttttt *triggering*

Thank you for the prompt, babe!

“A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it” + “One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss”

I’ll use it as my contribution to the Sapphich Sansa Fest 2020.

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Sansa could hardly contain the trembling of her hand as she knocked on the wooden door in front of her. Her other hand tightened around her briefcase.

Margaery Tyrell - Master of Laws, were the words engraved on the laminated door sign.

Relax, she commanded herself. It’s just Margaery. It was not like Sansa hadn’t been to that same office twice a week for the last six months - each one of those visits being the very best hour of her day, by the way, but that was off the point.

It wouldn’t be different today, she assured herself. Their meeting wouldn’t change because of what had happened last week - when Sansa had kissed the woman with whom she had a solely, exclusively professional relationship on the lips instead of the cheek when they said their goodbyes.

Oh, Gods.

Three quick knocks, as usual, and Margaery opened the door five seconds later, as usual, smiling the way she always did.

“Hey!”

Sansa managed a smile of her own as she entered the office, keeping whatever distance she could from the brunette.

“Hey. How has your day been?” Margaery was wearing the attire that always fit her so amazingly well; her tight, tailored black skirt and her white top with its sleeves folded up over her elbows and its front a bit more unbuttoned than it probably should be - not that Sansa was paying attention to that. Or complaining.

“Gods, busier than usual,” she sighed as she sat on her chair behind the desk; Sansa followed her by taking the seat facing her. “We had a three-hour meeting on the Iron Islands issue. And by we, I mean we. The small council, that’s all. Robert was absent, again. Says he had food poisoning.” Her signature smirk took place. “I wonder what was the food that poisoned him, Absinthe or Sunset.”

Sansa chuckled. “I’ve seen more Robert Baratheon’s food poisonings than I can count and than I would have liked. You should be happy he had the decency of not showing up to you guys in whatever state he is now; he didn't have such sensibility on the mornings after our Christmas dinners back home.”

Margaery shrugged. “Skipping work and responsibilities is hardly a sacrifice for our Mister President.”

And then, as she tilted her head staring at Sansa, her lips curled into one of those smirks. Her pink lips, the ones Sansa now knew to be so soft, and warm, and-

Okay.

“So.” Sansa opened her briefcase to get the Conditional Sentences exercises she had written for Margaery.

Margaery was by far the best student Sansa had ever had in all of those years teaching the Old Tongue to adults. She’d had an unprecedented advance in only six months, which was wild considering she was also the most occupied person Sansa had ever met - she was one of the president’s advisors, anyway. And the Gods knew how much advice a president like Robert could use.

“I was so proud when I heard your voice messages last night,” Sansa couldn’t help the large smile that took over her face. “Your pronunciation is unbelievable, Margaery.”

Margaery’s grin was so gorgeous as she spoke, “I’ve been practicing harder than usual these past few days. Jon Arryn and I will have a meeting with the representative of one of the Vale mountain clans this Friday and I’m thinking I could make a better impression than what they usually get.”

“You’ll make a great impression,” Sansa affirmed. “You know I did a one-year internship in the Eyre, I know something about the hill tribes. They are not the easiest type to deal with, but I bet on you of all people to work them over.”

Margaery’s smirk widened as she supported her face on her hands over the table. “Is that so?”

Sansa watched piercing eyes as she nodded. “I trust your persuasion skills.”

“You don’t say,” Margaery laughed.

“Well,” Sansa tapped the exercise sheets she’d placed on the desk. “You know what day is today. You have one hour.”

Margaery rolled her eyes as she grabbed her pen and took a look at the questions. “Try not to stare at me while I do my test. Okay, teacher?” The way she said the word teacher shouldn’t give Sansa goosebumps. “I get distracted.”

Sansa tried to go through her social media to absent herself while Margaery took her test; she couldn’t. She fought not to do exactly what Margaery had requested her not to - throwing quick glances at the other woman instead. The way a strand of light brown hair had fallen from her loose bun, touching her faintly pink cheek. The way she bit her lip so slightly and her tiny frown as she concentrated.

Has she thought about that day? Sansa wondered. How she had walked Sansa out, and how they had forgone their customary peck on the cheek to place a quick, but certain, almost natural kiss on each other’s lips.

Because that’s what had happened - they hadn’t accidentally missed the spot. It had been a kiss, and Sansa suspected neither of them had planned for it to happen, and she also suspected it wasn’t really supposed to happen; they had never been to any dates or had anything beyond the very mild flirting Sansa wasn’t sure she should consider it to be serious or not.

Especially because, even if her interactions with Margaery had always begun and ended inside that office, she had heard  - and searched - about the brunette; about how there were absolutely no signs of her liking women, about how she’d once had a very long and perfect relationship with the president’s brother and how she now had a perhaps active but very discreet social life that she did not, ever, mix with her work environment.

And well, Sansa was her teacher anyway, even if they were grown women, and she couldn’t know if anything beyond what they already had would be appropriate.

Dwelling on her thoughts, she didn’t notice the time passing until Margaery lifted her eyes and handed her the finished test. “Send me your feedback tonight?”

Sansa placed the sheets inside her briefcase and went to her feet. “I will.”

And then she stilled, as they stared at one another. And she watched Margaery slowly standing from her seat, an almost serious look on her face as she walked towards Sansa.

Their eyes hadn’t left one another as they stood in front of the door.

“Listen, I-”, Sansa sighed. “I’m sorry, about last week. About that, uh, kiss. I don’t know if I stepped a bit too far… I don’t even know if I should be bringing it up like it’s a big deal, perhaps it was meaningless and-”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Margaery gave a small smile. “And it wasn’t you. We both moved on our own accord, it was an accident.”

An accident.

So it had been indeed an accident, and it had been unintentional. And Margaery hadn’t truly wanted to kiss her; and consequently, she wouldn’t want to kiss her again. Okay. Sansa could live with that.

Which was why she smiled almost miserably as she averted her eyes. “Yes, an accident. Yes.”

She had just placed her hand on the doorknob when Margaery stopped her, delicate fingers over hers.

It was the fresh fragrance filling her nostrils and the sudden warmth next to her that made Sansa realize that Margaery’s body was so close to hers now.

“I meant, it was an accident,” her voice was silky. “Because I don’t think either of us wanted it to happen at that moment. I think we wished for it to happen on a more appropriate occasion, let’s say…”

Sansa felt gentle hands gripping the collar of her black blouse. “Tonight? At the new piano bar down Visenya’s Hill, eight o’clock?”

“I’m sorry,” Sansa blinked, “Are you asking me out?”

And Margaery’s answer was contradictory to what she had said about appropriate but it was everything nonetheless; the hold she had on Sansa’s shirt tightening as she pulled the redhead to a much more intense kiss than the one they had shared days before. All of the sudden, Margaery’s fingers were buried in red hair and Sansa’s own hands were squeezing Margaery’s hips, and there was a tongue inside Sansa’s mouth.

And, for all the reasons she had previously gathered, and because they were at Margaery’s office, in the Red Keep, the door unlocked, where the literal president could walk on them, Sansa stopped the kiss.

“Do you really want this?”

Margaery’s response was even more vehement then, her right hand finally locking the door while the other pulled Sansa with her as she walked backward, as she sucked on Sansa’s bottom lip.

They only came to a stop when the back of Margaery’s thighs hit the desk.