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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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"She's barely what you'd consider a sister." Theon pointed out, snorting. Truth be told, he had missed Asha. But she was barely the same sister he remembered and had idealized as a grown version of Sansa. It was like getting to meet a person all over again, getting used to his sister's traits. "And I bet you enjoy being the only girl in the family."

"You know me so well." He said with a smirk. The truth though, was that Theon had been what could be considered a mother's baby boy. Theon was the only one that still kissed her cheek, the only one who actually went to her when Father's voice could be heard down the hallways or when his older brother's played a cruel prank on him.

He always felt a bit guilty when she pushed her and Asha away to become a real man like Rodrik and Maron were.

And as Margaery expects, with a sharp pull Theon takes his ticklish feet away from hers. He gives her a curious, almost blaming look. "What are you doing, woman?"

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"That's a shame. According to my brothers, they love having a sister." Modesty, yes, Margaery has it in spades. She also has a plethora of relatives, so she's never really felt alone in a way she imagines Theon must have.

She giggled and batted her eyelashes innocently. He was definitely ticklish. This would be so much fun. "Just learning about you, that's all." Wheels turned in her mind. If his feet were ticklish, odds were he was ticklish on other places as well. She was dying to hear him laugh, really truly laugh uncontrollably. She set her wine glass on the table next to the bed and sank deeper under the covers.

"Tell me something nobody knows about you, that you've never told anyone ever."

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Theon quickly followed suit, putting his own, almost empty glass next to the bottle on the bedside table, and then slipping deep under the blanket and sheets, shifting to get as close as he could to her, one of his hands even daring to rest on her hips.

They were inches apart from the other.

"You're being cruel with me tonight, you know that?" He told her, giving her hips a gentle squeeze as he actually considered just how much he was willing to bare himself to her.

"I hated Ned Stark for a long while."

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He is sneaky, this Theon Greyjoy. Every time she's about to stop him or push him away, he stuns her with something he says, and she forgets all about what is going on physically between them.

"Whatever for?" As far as it appeared from the outside, Stark had done Theon a great favor, taking him in. Balon's reputation for being a belligerent drunk still haunted him.

She distinctly felt his hand on her hip and did not pull away. If he was feeling comfortable enough to confide in her this way, she did not want to do anything to change it.

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Looking at her wide eyes, at the surprise and probable disgust in them, Theon regrets having shared such an intimate thing. His grip on her hip softens.

"He kept pretending to be the perfect father and show me how much better the Starks were. But at the same time..." He shrugged, not sure how to continue or even if he should. Sharing was not a zone he was comfortable with.

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His touch may have softened, but his tone definitely hasn't. She tilts her head, trying to catch his eyes. Reaching under the covers, she takes his hand from her hip and holds it, threading her fingers through his.

"You can tell me anything. Everything from this night stays between us, remember?" She could see now he was not afflicted with false modesty. His attitude and demeanor made so much sense, considering how he really felt. Unworthy. And it seemed Ned Stark had made him feel that way from a young age. She pulled his hand out from under the blankets and kissed it gently.

"Go on."

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Her touch, it gave him comfort he had barely felt before in other women. Theon had once asked Ros, after she had provided the services he had paid for and as casually as he could, to hold him. Even he realised how pathetic that was but how good he had felt about such a simple gesture.

"I was never a Stark." He pulled her tiny hand towards him, turned it as if he was inspecting every little detail about it. "I felt as if I was supposed to entertain these people's kids, while everyone reminded me of how great the Starks were. How thankful I should be for being taken away from my poor, shitty family."

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Taken away. Not saved from. She let him do as he liked with her hand, content to watch his face as he talked. Her heart ached for a young Theon she had not known.

"I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you." She tried to imagine herself going through the same thing and it nearly brought tears to her eyes. She was so close to her family, especially her brothers. Had he missed his sister when Stark had taken him away?

"You do know that what happened back then was not your fault, don't you? That growing up a ward of the Starks does not have to define who you are. Actually, the more I get to know you, the less interesting that fact becomes."

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"I know." He mutters, his lips against her knuckles as he kisses them. He can't meet her eyes, not when she's pitying him right now.

Theon had been aware of how nothing had been his fault. But why hadn't his father fought to keep him by his side? Why had he sobered up now for Asha? A grownup Asha that did not need him like Theon had needed him as a child. Why had he given him away, like some dog he didn't want anymore?

He offered a smile, tryng to make it his tipical smug look, but it was hard to keep that mask on. "I knew you'd eventually see it."

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He kissed her knuckles, and she idly played with his beard.

"See what? That you have a heart underneath all of your bravado?" She smiled and snuggled closer to him, her head resting on his pillow, close to his shoulder. She did pity him, more because he had held all of his feelings inside for so long than anything else.

"I suppose now it's my turn to tell you something." She stroked the hair along his jaw, thinking of what she wanted to say.

"When I was little, I used to have dreams that came true. I never told anyone about them. Even though I was little I knew they wouldn't believe me." She moved her hand to his chest and let it rest there.

"They stopped when I was ten or eleven. I cried for a week and nobody understood what was wrong. I couldn't tell them that I felt like I had lost the one thing that made me special."

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As she moved closer, his hand slipped up and down her side, stroking her. As she pointed out some of his good traits, the heel of his palm brushed the side of her breast. Oddly enough, that did make him feel a bit guilty.

"What kind of dreams?" He asked as he quickly pulled his hand up to now stroke her hair away from her face, while frowning in confusion.

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Margaery's eyes closed as his hand moved along her side. They opened again in surprise when he touched her face. She'd expected to be groped. Instead he was looking at her, and genuinely interested in what she was saying, not where her body was in relation to his. A corner of her heart melted.

"Nothing important. Little things, insignificant moments. Like what we'd have for supper, or what color ribbons my friend would have in her hair. Usually I didn't even remember the dream until it came to pass. I'd be sitting at the piano during a lesson, and the teacher would turn a page, and I'd realize I had dreamed it already." Her gaze drifted from his eyes down to his lips, then back again.

"Do you think I'm strange?"

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"No." He shook his head slightly, his whole attention apparently focused on that strand of hair that wouldn't simply stay tucked behind her ear, no matter how many times he attempted it.

"It's a shame you lost that." He whispered, slipping a leg between hers. "But I don't think that's the only thing that made you special."

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"You don't?"

She knew that strand of hair well. She fought it on a daily basis. She let him keep trying, though. His touch was gentle, and she liked having his attention on her face instead of her breasts. Even his leg between hers didn't feel like an attempt to seduce her - just get closer. She wrapped her leg around his and smiled.

"That's about the same time that Loras stopped sleeping in my room. When I was a baby we all slept in a huge bed like a bunch of puppies. As each of my brothers got older, they stopped. One by one. Until I was left alone." She knew now that he would understand what that felt like.

"It's not fair, is it? Growing up. I miss being young. I miss falling asleep in someone's arms. I felt so safe and loved."

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"No." He offered a smile, but decided to keep his comment a cryptic one. Left her wondering.

"That's part of growing up." He knew exactly what that meant. When Theon was a little boy, slipping into Asha's bed was always comforting, whenever storms woke him up and the waves crashed hard against the shore, the wind attacking their house and making every piece of wood in it whine in pain.

"You find someone else to hold you as you fall asleep."

As if proving his point, he slipped his arm around her back and pulled her closer. Even though he wasn't completely hard, he could feel his own bulge press against her delicate body.