For prodigalmess - A Meal to Remember

[youngestrose]

 As they stood outside the door to her grandmother's penthouse apartment, Margaery checked Malcolm over one last time. He looked impeccable as always, in a dark blue suit and perfectly shined shoes. The color of the suit complemented his eyes well and she found him so attractive that she'd been tempted to make them fashionably late by pulling him into her apartment and having her way with him when he arrived to pick her up. Alas, that would have to wait until after he'd dazzled her family with his wit and charm.

She was dressed a bit more casually than him, since she wasn't trying to impress anyone that night - a jumpsuit and heels she'd chosen out of her recently remodeled closet. Her turn would come soon, when she'd meet his mother and sister.  She wiped a bit of lipstick from his cheek where she'd kissed him earlier and smiled.

"Are you ready?" 

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[youngestrose]

"Oh Malcolm, they don't hate you." She sits up a bit so she can see his face. "They're just protective. And possessive. With only a few exceptions, they've had me all to themselves for my whole life."

She takes his hand and weaves their fingers together.

"But what we did today was show them they're just going to have to get over it, because you're not going anywhere." And even if he did, she would go with him.

"So what did Gran want to talk to you about?"

[prodigalmess]

He shrugs. "I think Loras doesn't hate me at least," Malcolm concedes. They had gotten along pretty well and he'd enjoyed their conversation about weapons.

Malcolm looks down at their hands together, fingers laced. "She's worried about my father." Rightfully so, to an extent. "Worried that he might try to contact you if he finds out we're dating. I promised her that I wouldn't let him hurt yet."

Olenna might have thought that was a stupid promise to make, but Malcolm would rather die than let his father try to harm Margaery.

[youngestrose]

"Loras likes you because I like you. He and I support one another that way, no matter what the rest of our family thinks." She can't help but wonder if Malcolm can tell that Loras is gay. If he can, she expects he wouldn't bring it up because it's an awkward subject. And Margaery won't tell him the truth because it's not her truth to tell. She and Malcolm aren't exactly at the all-encompassing 100% disclosure stage of their relationship, besides.

As for her grandmother's concerns, well, Margaery is both surprised and not.

"Wow, I hadn't even thought of that." Looking ahead and planning for all possibilities, that is Olenna's way.

"Do you think he would do that?" She squeezes his hand a little tighter, as if Malcolm is her shield against such an intrusion.

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm sighs. "Honestly, I've never been in a relationship that's this serious before. I don't know what he would do, but he wants to be involved in every aspect of my life, and I'm sure he'd want to at least meet you."

He pulls Margaery in closer to him. "For what it's worth, I don't think he would physically hurt you. He would try to manipulate you... get you to fall under his spell, I guess."

Malcolm knows just how charming his father can be. If he thought he could use Margaery to get Malcolm to do something, he absolutely would.

[youngestrose]

In his arms, she feels like nothing could ever hurt her. Malcolm is fiercely protective, even to a fault. But she enjoys the comfort in that.

"Well, I for one am not worried." She can't blame her grandmother for being so, but at least she's being reasonable about it. The fact that she's even openly discussing it with him, and not just working behind the scenes on her own, is a change that Margaery appreciates.

"Besides, how can I fall under his spell when I'm already under yours?"

[prodigalmess]

He's incredibly protective of Margaery, whether it's from others or from her own family. Malcolm cares so much about her that it would kill him to see her hurt in any way.

He laughs quietly at her comment. "My father can be very convincing, but you won't ever meet him, so it doesn't matter." Looking into her eyes, Malcolm brushes her hair back behind her ears. "Promise me, if he ever tries to contact you, you'll let me know?"

[youngestrose]

"Of course," she promises before resting her head on his shoulder. That was exhausting, and if ever there was a time for a nap, it's now.

"So how hard will it be to get me out of this lunch thing?" She's well versed in extraordinarily boring topics. She can make their first lunch so mind-numbing that Jessica makes excuses to get out of subsequent ones.

[prodigalmess]

"Do you want to get out of it?" Malcolm asks. As much as he doesn't really want the women in his life gossiping together and potentially plotting, he knows letting his girlfriend and his mother become closer will ultimately be a good thing.

He curls a piece of her hair around his finger. "She's not that bad," he says quietly. "She's just overprotective of me."

[youngestrose]

"Only if it makes you uncomfortable." Deep down, Margaery thinks that she and Jessica have a lot in common and could, potentially, become very close. It would almost be like finally having a mother. Even deeper down, she wants that.

"Gee, overprotective family. I have no idea what that's like," she teases, watching as he affectionately twirls her hair.

"Ainsley seems fairly normal, though. I would definitely like to spend more time with her."

[prodigalmess]

He shakes his head. "I'm not thrilled with the idea that she might ask you detailed questions or share my deepest most embarrassing secrets behind my back," Malcolm says, "but I do want you guys to get to know each other better. You're probably the two most important women in my life."

Malcolm can definitely see that Margaery might want a mother figure as well. He's not sure how much Olenna has served as one, at least not in a nurturing sense.

"She is normal," Malcolm tells her with a smile. "I think she's the only normal one in the family, if I'm being honest."

[youngestrose]

"That's easy enough to avoid - I'll just appeal to her ego. Tell her I'm interested in getting to know her, not hearing about you." Which will, in fact, be true. "And if she asks about us, I'll be politely vague."

"Wait, you're keeping secrets from me?" she asks, obviously teasing. And embarrassing ones at that. Now she's curious if they are the usual stories from when one was a child, or if they're more recent. Because her family have plenty of those that she'd never want Malcolm to know.

[prodigalmess]

"That's a good tactic," Malcolm agrees. Margaery definitely knows how to deal with people, which is something Malcolm can both respect and appreciate.

He laughs. "I'm not going to tell you every embarrassing story from my childhood," he tells her, "and I'm going to make sure that my mother doesn't either."

Malcolm squeezes her and kisses her temple. "We survived today though. I think we did well."

[youngestrose]

"Yes, we did." Especially considering how unprepared she was to meet his family.

"Does your mother do that often? Show up without warning?" Because if so, they need to add some sort of stop on his front door, otherwise she's going to walk into something Margaery definitely doesn't want her to see.

[prodigalmess]

"Oh yeah," Malcolm says with a short laugh. "She thinks because she owns the building she can show up whenever she wants to."

Jessica has some problems with respecting boundaries. He knows it's something they're going to have to work on, especially now that he and Margaery are getting more serious.

[youngestrose]

"And invites herself to things... she's crafty." Margaery would feel so uncomfortable doing that, wondering if anyone wanted her there the whole time.

She fiddles with the cuff of his shirt, unbuttoning and then rebuttoning it.

"It might be time to change the locks at your place. Or put in a backup lock or chain or something. Considering how often we're in your bed, it's a miracle she hasn't already walked in on us."

[prodigalmess]

He holds up his hand as Margaery plays with his shirt cuff.

"The last time I changed the locks she threatened to throw Sunshine and I out," Malcolm says. "That was before you though. I believe that she might actually respect your privacy, even if she doesn't want to respect mine."

[youngestrose]

There's something about buttons that are perfect for fiddling with when emotionally exhausted but mentally awake.

"I have faith that she wants to see me naked even less than I want her to," she replies, leaving his cuff unbuttoned and folding it up his arm a few times. He always looks so perfect, she wants to see how he'd look a little mussed up. And maybe with the first few buttons near his collar undone too.

"I think we need to spend the rest of the day on this couch." Clothing, optional.

[prodigalmess]

"I think so too," he replies, kissing her temple. He's pretty emotionally exhausted after their family brunch as well.

Malcolm looks down at his arm while she rolls up his sleeve. "What are you doing?" he asks with a smile.

[youngestrose]

She doesn't really know what she's doing. That doesn't mean she's going to stop.

"Shh. I'm fiddling." And generally treating him like a life-sized Ken doll. She rolls up the other sleeve, unbuttons the top two buttons, pops the collar up, then changes her mind and puts it back down. Lastly she ruffles her fingers through his hair, making the strands in the front fall over his eyes.

She sits back and takes a good look at what she's done, and smiles. It appears that emotional exhaustion has no dampening effect on her sex drive.

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are."

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm just laughs and shakes his head as she messes with his clothing and hair. If Margaery asks nicely enough, he might let her dress him one day.

"I guess I don't," he replies, reaching up to push his hair out of his face so that he can see her. "Why don't you tell me?"

[youngestrose]

She grins as she reaches down and untucks his shirt. There, now it's perfect. Except for him fixing his hair, of course.

"You are so gorgeous that I struggle to keep my hands off you," she starts softly. She touches his cheek gently, then runs her hand down his neck to where his shirt is still buttoned.

"In fact, it should be a crime for you to even wear clothes."

[prodigalmess]

He gives a short laugh at that. "I think the general populace would disagree with you about that."

Her compliments are sweet though, and Malcolm's blushing just a little as she runs her fingers over his skin. Reaching up, he loosens his tie for her.

[youngestrose]

"Not the female half," she tosses back, tugging on his tie after he's loosened it. There's something about him leaving it on that appeals to her, even as she starts to unbutton his shirt.

"You did such an amazing job putting up with my family that you've earned a reward." He should be intimately familiar with the glint in her eye by now. She shifts off the couch and onto her knees on the floor, moving one of his legs to the side so she can get between them.

[prodigalmess]

As he watches her move down to the floor, Malcolm laughs quietly. "You're too much," he says. "If this is my reward, I might have brunch with them every day."

Malcolm reaches down to play with her hair, pushing it back from her face before curling a piece of it around his finger.

[youngestrose]

"Too much?" she asks with a smirk, stopping her hands as they are unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Maybe she is being a little aggressive, but he makes her feel safe doing it. She loves the way he twirls her hair around his finger, a wonderfully affectionate gesture that she thinks many times he does without realizing it, like while they're watching television and she has her head in his lap.

"If you want me to stop, I'm sure I can find some other way to occupy myself." She bats her eyelashes innocently while unabashedly flaunting her cleavage for his viewing pleasure.