Look into my eyes and I'll own you.

[ebonysheep]

From versigny
[ margaery has, in her moments of weakness, entertained thoughts of hooking up with kol mikaelson. she's told herself that it's just curiosity, a very understandable desire to see what he's like in bed when he's known for bringing home so many girls over the years, but it's always been safer just to be his friend: she can live with the attraction and sexual tension as long as it means they're not blurring lines and complicating their relationship.

the calculating part of her wonders if he's joking even now, as she parks her car in front of his house and stares contemplatively up at the familiar structure. but she's already here and has never been the type to back out of anything, especially if it means she might finally get what she wants.

so here she is, feeling more vulnerable than she has in a long time, knocking on his door as her feet shift, heels tapping on the porch inadvertently. she's changed since she sent him her picture; the fitted burberry trench coat stops around the middle of her thighs, hiding the delicate lace lingerie from sight. her shoes - stilettos, easy to kick off or keep on. ]