Theon's Birthday Present - for stoner_kraken

[youngestrose]

Theon's gift had taken weeks of planning. Every idea Margaery came up with had to be repeatedly revised, then eventually given up on. That was until she'd arrived at her last idea. She knew what he wanted - it was obvious. She was not in a position to give that to him; to give herself to him. But maybe there was a way to get close and still make him happy.

A nude or even semi-nude photo was out of the question - she could never guarantee that it wouldn't end up in the wrong hands. So a live presentation it had to be. The location was the second problem. If they were seen entering a hotel it could be a disaster for her reputation. In the end she settled on her own flat. If questions arose they could be easily answered by the fact that Theon was friends with her brother.

She answered the door in a basic black dress and heels. Nothing extraordinary, not overly revealing - she wanted what was underneath to be the real surprise. The dress was just the wrapping. She kissed his cheek as he walked in. If he looked around the living room, he'd see nothing out of the ordinary. Nice furnishings to be sure, but if he was expecting some sort of romantic scene to be set, with candles and music playing, he would be disappointed.

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[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't want me any other way," she replied, pleased to see that he closed his eyes as he was told. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. It was time.

She backed away from him until she was against the foot of the bed. Reaching behind her, she slowly unzipped her dress, let it fall off of her shoulders and onto the floor. She kicked it to the side, its job now done, and checked herself quickly in the full length mirror.

She was clad in a Black and teal corset (http://fredericks.scene7.com/is/image/Fredericks/56020_main?$mainredesign$), one she'd chosen precisely because it combined the color of the sea, which he would like, and a rose-like lace pattern, which she liked. She had matched it with black lace panties and garter, and thigh-high black pantyhose. She kept her heels on because they showed her calves to their best. Reassured that she looked perfect, she turned back to face him.

"Alright. Open your eyes."

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

"No, I wouldn't." It was intimidating, just how much she knew him. Theon suspected that part of why Margaery had him wrapped around her little finger, involved just how much control she had over... Whatever was going on between them.

Of course, the fact that she was stunning was an enourmous plus. Theon could not deny it, specially not after he was finally allowed to open his eyes. His lips slowly parted until his mouth was vrtually hanging.

She was practically a model. And here she was, not only baring most of her perfect body to him, but she was doing this for him alone.

"... You said I can touch myself, right?" He asked, stutteting out a nervous laugh.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

The look on his face was all of the reward she needed. It spoke volumes more than the words "you're beautiful" ever could.

"Happy birthday, darling," she said softly before turning around, a slow spin that allowed him to get a full view.

"Yes, you can. Because I certainly am." She laid down across the foot of the bed, the leg closest to him dangling off the bed, the other propped up. She ran one finger slowly down the inside of her thigh as she watched his reaction.

"You asked me once what I think about when I'm alone. I'm going to tell you... while I show you."

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

"Fuck--" ing hell, Theon muttered under his breath. He was being the good student, the nice pupil that did as he was told and obeyed Margaery in any way possible. And she hated when she swore, didn't she?

It was worth it, bitimh his tongue. Anything to keep her from scaring away, leaving him with the wood of his life. The thought alone of a lap dance was enough to get him going, but this? Watching her wank, sharing her fantasies.

Even though he was in a rush undoing his belt and pants, there was a clear reluctance once Theon reached his boxers. Did she mean it? Was she testing him?

"You're going to kill me here, love." He breathed out, as he finally slipped a hand under his boxers.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

"But what a way to go, yeah?" This setup, it was the closest she could get to giving him what he truly wanted. It would have to be enough - but hopefully not enough to actually kill him.

With her fingers she pushed aside the fabric of the panties and touched herself, her eyelids fluttering closed. Despite all of the anxiety in getting to this point she finds she is already turned on.

"I start by remembering what it was like to kiss you." She moves her fingers in a slow circle and sighs with pleasure. "The feel of your tongue as it touched mine."

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

When he pulls himself out, Theon is already hard and proud. It only takes a littlr rubbing of his thumb on the head of his cock before the precome makes it glisten.

His eyes are glued to the glimpsy of Margaery's sex, and as she details her intimate secrets, he can only think of one thing.

"I want to eat you out with it."

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, I know you do," she whispers, her fingers moving faster. "But first I imagine your lips here." Her spare hand moves up to the underside of her chin. She arches her back as she slides her hand down her neck slowly.

"And here." It moves even lower, freeing her breast from the corset. The nipple is swollen and hard and aching for friction, She glides the tip of her index finger around the hard top and moans softly.

"And here. Your mouth and tongue, licking and sucking, until I can hardly wait any longer for you to take me."

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

Biting his lip, Theon watches intently. He barely blinks, almost as if afraid he'd miss anything important if his full attention wasn't on Margaery, even for a second.

"I could do that." He manages to say, once he recovers the power to control himself and speak. Theon doesn't know where to look. Should he keep trying to figure how the soft folds of her sex are traced, or should he concentrate on that perky nipple? He tugs on his cock harder, just as he debates this.

"I could make you cum, right now."

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

There, she thinks, moaning as she focuses in on her swollen clit. He could make her cum; he's going to from across the room. He does every time she imagines them together, and deep down she'd known that he would tonight.

"Tell me," she breathes out, other hand moving to the other breast. A squeeze of the nipple and she inhales sharply. Her hips move rhythmically against the ever quickening rubbing of her hand.

"Tell me what you'd do to me." She turns her head back toward him and opens her eyes. She stops breathing for a long moment, captivated by the sight of his hard cock in his hand. Her imagination did not do it, or him, justice.

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

He's doing his damnest not to quicken his pace, trying to drag this as long as he can. The long they take, the more he'll see and the more chances for Margaery to give up and come claim his dick.

"I'd lay you one your back and fuck you slow at first. I'd wait until it drives you crazy and you beg me to go harder on you." He rolled his hips in a circular motion, his fist pulling his skin as his hand closed tighter around his cock. "I'd pull you up so that you were able to ride me. I'd take your tits in my mouth and suck them until they were bruised."

His plan of delaying his come was not working now, no matter how slow he attempted to make his fist go.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

It was the last part that pushed her over the edge. She'd always imagined giving in to him, letting him take control and ravage her as he wanted. The fact that he dreamed of letting her ride him meant she would be able to set the pace and depth and just imagining that made her come with a shudder and a groan. The exquisite pleasure seemed to last for an eternity, her hips lifted off the bed, his name tumbling from her lips more than once, along with 'yes' and 'oh god'.

When at last the waves began to subside she collapsed onto the bed, spent and happy. She could only hope that she had not made an embarrasing scene during her orgasm.

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

Theon always wondered if Margaery would be a screamer. Watching her there, squirming as she imagined all the things he wanted to do to her, calling out his name...

There was no point, he was going to come, he could already feel his orgasm making his bod tingle. He couldn't hold back any longer, started wanking earnestly.

With heavy eyelids, Theon rested his cheek on his shoulder as he watched the blonde Tyrell. Silently gasping her name, he started to shoot his load, his come falling on perly strips over his belly and his pants.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

She watched as he came, a smile on her lips at the knowledge that her performance had pushed him that far. Margaery tucked herself back into her corset and fixed her panties. Slowly, languidly, she slid off of the bed to retrieve a box of tissues and carry it to him.

"Did you enjoy your gift?" she asked with a smirk. She didn't have to ask, the evidence was all over his pants.

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

Theon's head was hanging back, his loud and heavy breathing barely letting him hear what Margaery was doing. As she approached, her voice became clear. With a groan, he raised his head and stared at the girl through narrowed eyes.

He debated if asking the Tyrell girl to clean him up as part of the gift.

"How could I not?" He reached for the tissues. "You knew exactly what I wanted."

And she gave him the closest thing.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

Margaery strolled back to the bedside table and returned the tissues to their proper place, allowing Theon a little privacy to clean himself up. He was right, she had tried to give him what he wanted. Now that it was over, though, she couldn't help but think about what she wanted.

After a few moments she returned to him and knelt once again, this time to untie the scarves holding his ankles to the chair.

"Will you stay with me?" It was like she was hearing someone else ask. Real lovers, after making love, would stay in bed and cuddle, or so she had seen in movies and television shows. He wanted the sex. She wanted the intimacy. Her fingers fumbled with one of the knots. She felt more vulnerable in that moment than she had the entire time she'd let him watch her.

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

"Stay?" Still brushing the come off his pants with the tissues, Theon stared at the girl who had turned his birthday into a memorable one. There was only a little and yet massive problem.

"I sort of have plans for later. But, I could stay for a while?"

And if he was lucky, she'd be up to actually have a taste of his cock, after all. Theon just needed a little time to convince her.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

She finally managed to get the knot undone. It appeared he had tightened it by struggling against it. She was thrown, but only for a moment. She looked up at him and put a hand on his knee.

"What could you possibly have to do that would be better than being with me?" Perfectly worded. There was no possible acceptable answer except the one she wanted. She rose to her feet with a satisfied smile.

"I'm going to change into something I can actually breathe in. Why don't you get the wine from the other room? I'll meet you in the bed." She does not give him a chance to argue before she's disappeared into her closet, where she changes into a pair of silk pajamas.

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

What could be better? Going to see the final cut of his fucking video was definitely a higher priority, if the only thing he was going to get here was a teased cock.

Theon didn't complain and did as he was told though.

Sitting on the bed, he set the glasses and wine on the bedside table, before slipping his t-shirt off, over his head.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

When she re-emerged, and saw that he'd removed his shirt, all she could do was shake her head. Technically the game was over, and he didn't still have to follow her commands. She hadn't intended for him to strip, though now she realized she should have expected it. She opened her mouth to tell him to put it back on - then stopped as she got a better look at his torso. He was remarkably fit. It would be a shame to cover that up, really.

Margaery climbed into the bed and made herself comfortable, propped up by the many pillows, and patted the space next to her. If he believed he still had to follow her orders, she was not going to correct him.

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

He was half expecting a reprimand, and, as it didn't come, Theon simply followed his instinct and worked his pants off.

After offering her a glass of wine, he pulled the blanket up and slipped into the bed, next to her.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

She takes the wine and bites her tongue on a reprimand for removing his pants as well. In the end it would not matter. As long as she had her pajamas on, there would be fabric between them. She simply could not let him remove her clothes.

She did not move toward him, leaving a modest distance between them. She drank her wine and smiled at him, reaching her foot under the bed to touch his.

"You never talk about your family. Tell me about them. What were your birthdays like when you were a boy?"

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

As he kicks his jeans off, Theon notices the look she gives him. Before Margaery can say anything, he explains himself. "I usually sleep naked."

Settling by his side, he rests back against the headboard and pretends to enjoy his own glass of wine, even if the Tyrell girl's question manages to make him feel a tad nervous.

"I don't know what you want me to say. They were any child's normal, kind of birthday."

Except, it was rare when his father was about. Father was proud of his two, older sons. But it seemed as if there was no use for Theon, back then.

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

"I thought you were only staying for a little while." She's smiling, though. She wants them to sleep together. Actually sleep, nothing more.

He was so reluctant to talk about himself. At first she'd taken it for modesty. Now she wondered if the memories truly were painful.

"What did you like to do when you were little? What were you absolutely obsessed with, before you became aware of girls. I went through a phase where I wanted to be a footballer like Loras, but my father wouldn't allow it." He'd told her that ladies did not play at sport, and she'd pouted but hadn't argued. Her father frightened her.

[stoner-kraken.livejournal.com]

"But I want to be comfortable while I'm here." Maybe he could send the lads a text, actually stay and see where things could get them. Sometmes it only takes a litte cuddling before a girl opens her legs for you, and Margaery had already demonstrated that she wanted a go with him.

As if testing the waters, he shifted to be closer to her.

Watching her, he could barely believe that there was a time when she and Loras enjoyed the love for the same sport. Then he remembered himself, his days back at home. " I loved following my big brothers around. Specially when they went to the beach." He took another sip of wine. "I spent a lot of time playing at the beach. When my brothers were not around, my mother or sister would keep an eye on me, but I always tried to keep them away and show that I could care after myself."

[youngestrose.livejournal.com]

She noticed his movement and pursed her lips slightly. He could get as close as he wanted as long as he kept his cock to himself. His story, though, made her smile. She could imagine a little Theon playing in the waves.

"I almost forgot that you have a sister. I always wanted one. My cousins are close enough, though." She drained her second glass of wine and handed it to him to refill.

"So you've always been independent and hated having a woman care for you. Did you change your own diapers too?" She's teasing, though, her toes wiggling against the underside of his foot to see if he's ticklish.