A/N- This is three times Sansa and Margaery almost got caught having sex, and one time they were. Title is from blood bank by Bon Iver.

Margaery Tyrell hated her roommate. Granted hate was a very strong word, but Margaery Tyrell was a college sophomore full of undue resentment at the housing process fucking her over and saddling her with a roommate in a room that reasonably shouldn't have two people forced into it, and her roommate was just so odd.

She kept weird hours, often times coming home and going to bed around two in the morning and sleeping until ten the following day. Margaery had no idea when she ever found time to go to class. She was a slob, leaving clothes and papers and shoes everywhere. She shamelessly stole snacks that Margaery kept in her desk drawers, and every conversation with the girl seemed to end in innuendo. Not to mention every time Margaery brought her girlfriend back to the room, her roommate would make no attempt to hide her blatant flirting with Sansa.

Of course they all knew it was just empty flirting designed to get on Margaery's nerves, the brunette had a possessive streak a mile wide, and her roommate loved pushing her buttons.

Margaery Tyrell cursed the day she was stuck with Yara Greyjoy as her roommate.

Though it did sometimes work to her advantage. For instance, most nights when she invited Sansa over, they had the room to themselves whereas Sansa's roommate- some bumbling girl from the Vale who's the most sheltered person Margaery's ever met- was nearly constantly in the room. The first time Sansa introduced Margaery to the roommate as her 'girlfriend', she blushed and stuttered out that she'd never met a gay person before.

It took all of Margaery's self restraint not to narrow her eyes at the poor girl.

So Sansa's room was off limits, but because of Yara's odd schedule, they were able to have Margaery's room to themselves most evenings. Like one evening in the Spring semester.

It was Friday so Margaery had convinced Sansa to take a night off studying and they were cuddling on her bed, watching Black Mirror. Rather Sansa was watching Black Mirror, and Margaery was sprawled on top of her, head tucked into the redhead's neck, pressing small kisses to the smooth pale skin she found there. The room light was off for 'optimal TV lighting' as Sansa called it, so the only light streaming in came from the moonlight in the window and the laptop screen.

The kisses started chaste and gentle, but as Sansa's hands trailed up and down her spine, Margaery got bolder, her kisses turning open mouthed, and growing more insistent until she dared to let her teeth drag across Sansa's pulse point, biting down gently and earning herself a ragged moan from the redhead beneath her.

"Marge." Sansa warned, "There's no sex during Black Mirror."

"You just made that rule up."

"It's a new season!" Sansa tried to defend, though her hands betrayed her, one sneaking up the back of Margaery's shirt, and the other slid down to tease the top of her girlfriend's jeans.

"Black Mirror is not one of the sacred shows. There's no sex during any of the Harry Potter or Star Wars movies, nor during Stranger Things or Great British Baking Show, but you just made up Black Mirror."

Sansa's hips squirmed as Margaery slipped one of her legs between Sansa's thighs, rocking up slightly, "There's only like twenty minutes left in the show." Sansa tried weakly.

"We're not even having sex." Margaery was the picture of innocence, glancing up from beneath her lashes at her girlfriend, "Yet." She shot Sansa a crooked smirk before resuming her work, mouthing at Sansa's neck in a manner she was sure would leave a mark the next day.

Sansa held out for an impressive five whole minutes. Five minutes of Margaery attacking her neck with moves that would put Dracula to shame, when Margaery's hips beginning to move against her own, any semblance of resolve crumbled. Snapping, Sansa rolled them over, in one easy move catching Margaery's hands in her own and pinning them up over the shorter girl's head.

Margaery's smile grew wide at finally breaking her girlfriend's determined resistance. She met Sansa's lips in a heated kiss, not wasting time before slipping her tongue into the redhead's mouth. They stayed kissing for a few minutes, enjoying the change in attitude before Sansa pulled away, Marge tried to follow, but Sansa's hands holding her's kept her pinned to the bed.

"Sansa, what're you-" Margaery frowned with as close to the Tyrell could get to whining (which wasn't very close at all).

"Stay put like a good girl." Sansa commanded, her smile proud at the shudder that she brought forth from Margaery. It wasn't often that the Stark took on a more aggressive and dominant role, but whenever she did, Margaery melted.

Now her hips shifted up needily, desperate for contact as Sansa pulled away. She sat back on her heels, straddling Margaery with a smile before reaching over to press pause on her laptop. She let her girlfriend stew for a moment, regarding Margaery laid out beneath her. The brunette was stretched out like a housecat, her arms still obediently held above her head, a smirk on her face refused to betray the fact that they both knew Sansa held all the power here.

Margaery wiggled her hips a bit, trying to get Sansa's lips back on hers, "Sansa." She plead.

The redhead laughed, peeling her top over her head, blushing under Margaery's intense gaze. She could feel her girlfriend's eyes roaming over her newly exposed skin, "You always get what you want, don't you?"

"Most of the time, yeah." Margaery smirked. Sansa leant in, kissing the smirk into a full blown grin, and shivering as Margaery's hands reached around her back to unsnap her bra.

That was when the door to the dorm room slammed open. Yara Greyjoy stumbled in, Margaery frowned, she could smell the alcohol on her roommates breath from across the small space, and part of her wished that the light was on so she could fix the girl with a proper glare.

As it was, the room was just dark enough that the couple froze in place, pressed together, and Yara took no notice of them. She felt her way along the wall to her own bed, did her very best to kick off her shoes (only managed to get one off) and passed out in a matter of moments.

After a few moments when Margaery was positive that her roommate was asleep, she brought Sansa's attention back with a gentle hand on the taller woman's face. The contact startled Sansa, and Margaery was positive the redhead must be blushing something fierce. Sansa sat up, redoing her bra, and beginning to search for her top, "What are you doing?" Margaery whispered, trying to pull Sansa back to her.

"Getting dressed."

"Why?"

There was a silent pause, and Margaery could practically hear her girlfriend's disbelieving look, "Because your roommate is passed out!"

"And?"

"And she almost caught us having sex!"

"And?"

"You're crazy." Sansa chuckled, pulling her shirt on.

"No I'm incredibly turned on because of my amazing and gorgeous girlfriend and I see no reason to stop now. Yara's passed out and she's had sex with someone while I was in the room before!"

"The two of you are something else."

"Fine." Margaery conceded, "No sex. You could still stay over and we can cuddle and I promise to be on my best behavior."

"I have to be up early tomorrow."

"I don't mind." Margaery promised, scooting aside and drawing the covers back invitingly.

"You always do get your way." Sansa shook her head, but slid beneath the covers, drawing Margaery to lay against her chest.

Yes, Margaery Tyrell hated Yara Greyjoy with a passion.

A/N- LMK what you thought!