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(Gotcha. Well played with Gilly’s latest suggestion, btw.)
Jon chuckled as Gilly offered him a diaper as well. He was beginning to suspect that the gentle Wildling woman possessed a playful steak that she seldom showed. “Well I’ll not deny that I am indeed liking the view,” he admitted. “Perhaps I ought to try wearing a nappy myself as well.” He patted and rubbed Ygritte’s padded bottom a little more. “I think this one would agree, and I suppose it’s the least I can do to make it up to her at the moment. She’s being such a good girl, after all.” He leaned down and kissed Ygritte on her still flushed check and smoothed her hair. “Aren’t you, love?” whispered in her ear.
Straightening up, Jon began to loosen his belt, though he didn’t drop his trousers just yet. He looked at the diaper in Gilly’s hand and pondered not only how the soft white gauze would feel against his own buttocks and nether regions… but also how he was going to put the thing on himself. “A little different to swaddle oneself standing up…” he thought aloud. “I don’t suppose you could instruct me on that?” he asked Gilly with a slight shrug.
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“Oh my…” Sansa sighed. She gently peppered Margaery’s beautiful face, and the soft skin of her neck, with soft and playful kisses. “I truly think I love you too, Margaery. You’ve given me so much comfort, such wonderful company, when I had no one else.”
She grabbed her wolf plushie and cuddled it tight, while snuggling up even closer with Margaery. She felt her thick diaper between her legs and decided that even though she was wet her diaper could easily hold up overnight. She was a little tired and had too much on her mind to hold still for a change.
“I wasn’t entirely jesting, you know,” she said softly. “I mean about wishing you didn’t have to marry Joffrey.” She kissed Margaery’s cheek again and continued. “Not because I want you all to myself… that would be selfish. We have duties as ladies of the realm after all. But because he truly is a monster, and not just because he executed my father.”
She told Margaery, and Lady Olenna as well, the story of how Joffrey had attacked Arya’s friend the butcher's boy, instigating the fight between himself and Arya and Nymeria the direwolf… and how Cersei had demanded the life of Sansa’s wolf Lady when Nymeria had escaped after biting Joffrey’s arm.
“I was a stupid, selfish girl,” Sansa groaned, squeezing her plushie. “I should’ve just told the truth… should’ve SEEN the truth about Joffrey.”
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