p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"For the most part Sansa was really enjoying her sophomore year, it was at least going better than her freshman year. Last year she got stuck in an abusive relationship with that douchebag Joffrey. However, when her best friend Margaery found out about what that prick was up to she made sure Sansa got out of that relationship, and fast. Sansa and Margaery's friendship really took off after she helped her out with that, but recently Margaery has been acting really weird./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sansa just got out of her 12 o'clock English class and ran into Margaery on her way to lunch. "Hey Sans, how was class?" Margaery's classes were cancelled today, so she was full of energy. "It was okay I guess we're analyzing Poe for the next few classes." Then the subject took an odd turn. "So, do you think Joffrey can change, like do you think he can be better?" she asked this one day out of the blue, Sansa and Joffrey had broken up months ago. "I don't know, he was really really mean. I think it would take a while to get out of that kind of habit." "Well, it's been like 4 months, maybe he's learned his lesson." Sansa was growing tired of this conversation. "That's definitely wishful thinking, why do you care anyway?" Margaery looked down at the ground. "I don't want you to be upset, but Joffrey asked me out and I kind of said yes..." Sansa wasn't really surprised at this information, Margaery had this little habit of taking in boys that needed fixing, in all honesty she was shocked that she managed to wait this long before taking on another project. "Good for you, I'm sure you'll have a great time... Actually I don't feel like going to lunch, I need to go see my history professor about a research paper we have coming up. I'll see you back in the room." She headed off in the opposite direction towards the history building./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The door was cracked and the light was on; she saw that he was working on something, so she knocked before she went in. "Mr. Baelish.." He looked up. "Sansa, do come in. What can I help you with?" Sansa walking in and began to notice how hard he was working, he looked rather disheveled. His top buttons on his shirt were undone, his tie was loosened, his glasses were on top of his head, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He looked surprisingly handsome, even though Sansa had never thought about any of her professors like that before; the thought of it actually made her blush. He noticed her cheeks and looked at her questioningly. "Yes?" He had never noticed how her light auburn hair went so well with her beautifully pale skin and when she blushed.. oh what a beautiful sight that was. Petyr had noticed the beauty of this student long ago and managed to keep everything professional, but he had never been in such close quarters with her, especially not alone. "I stopped by because I have a few questions about the research paper we have coming up." Petyr tried to stay focused on her words instead of her lips. "Are we allowed to choose our own topics?" "Well, I will be preparing a list of topics and you will be able to choose from that." She pouted at that, a pout so adorable and tempting that he wanted to kiss it away right then and there. "How many sources do we need?" Petyr snapped out of his little trance. "You'll need eight scholarly sources, not including the book." "How am I supposed to find eight scholarly sources, we don't have enough time." Of course he felt that they had sufficient time, but he decided to help her out anyway. "Here, I'll write a few websites down for you that are good for finding useful sources." He scrawled a few websites down and handed her the paper, his fingers gently brushed hers causing an unusual tingling to run through both of their hands. Sansa blushed again and Petyr immediately went back to work. "I'll see you in class tomorrow Professor Baelish." He didn't reply so she just left and headed back to the room./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"While walking back Sansa began to think about how that slight touch made her feel. 'That was weird, I mean he's my professor, which means I shouldn't be thinking about this at all. I definitely shouldn't be thinking about how his touch made me feel.' She was lost in thought when she was approached by senior football player Sandor. "Hey Sansa!" He was all sweaty from practice, so he didn't smell very nice, but he was all smiles. "Hello, Sandor. How was practice?" "It was great! Are you coming to the big game on Friday? I was hoping you were because I was gonna ask if you wanted to get something to eat afterwards. Or we could go to a movie, whatever you want." He was fumbling over his words and smiling. it was kind of cute. "I haven't decided if I'm going to the game yet, I'm really busy with papers right about now. I may stop by, but I don't think I'll have enough time to go out afterwards." Which was all true, but she still felt a little bad about having to turn him down. However, he managed to keep his smile. "Oh that's cool, I understand. Maybe another time though, right?" Sansa nodded her head and Sandor went off to mess around with some of his teammates, getting team morale up for the big game./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Margaery showed up in the room about an hour after Sansa. "Sansa, are you upset about me going out with Joffrey? Because if you don't want me to I won't." Sansa chuckled. "Really Margaery, do you honestly think I'm that kind of person. I'm not attached to Joffrey, I certainly don't own him and I don't own you either. If you want to date him I say go for it, but be careful. Hopefully you'll have better luck with him than I did." Margaery's face lit up and she hugged Sansa. "Thank you for your blessing, Sans." Sansa had still been thinking about Professor Baelish's touch from earlier even though she tried not to. She wondered if she should talk to Margaery about it, but decided against it. Instead she decided to tell her about Sandor. "Sandor asked me out today." "He did! Please tell me you said yes?!" Sansa giggled at her overly excited roommate. "I told him I have to study, so I don't have time." "Ugh! Sansa you always study and you never have time! This is Sandor Clegane! He's like the hottest dude on the football team!" He's okay I guess, Sansa thought; he wasn't nearly as handsome as Professor Baelish. No, she needed to stop thinking about him in that way. She wondered how she was going to make it through tomorrow's lecture./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Today we are going to the library so you all can start researching for your paper. Remember you'll need at least eight scholarly sources." His eyes met Sansa's, for some unknown reason she blushed and he quickly looked away he cleared his throat and continued speaking. "Of course you don't have to use this time to do your research, although I strongly suggest that you do." He began passing out a piece of paper. "Here is a list of topics for you to choose from. Make sure to choose wisely. Don't try to just pick one that sounds easy, because I promise you that it is not." When he got to Sansa's row she was sitting on the end so he had to hand her the papers to pass down to the others. This was her chance, she had been thinking about their tingling touch from yesterday ever since it happened. When she reached out to take the papers from him she purposely touched his hand, sending another shock through her and causing him to make a slight gasp; leading her to believe that he felt it too. "Gather your things and let's head to the library." Once they got there and everybody was seated they started to get to work. Sansa was only halfheartedly working because all she could think about was touching him again. "I'll be over here if you have any questions." He sat down in the corner and began looking over a book, he tried to read, but his mind kept wandering to Sansa's soft touch and how he wanted to feel it again. Then a hand went up, the very hand he was just thinking about./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sansa wanted to be close to her professor even though she knew that it would not be a good idea, especially not with the thoughts she's been having recently; they've gotten worse and worse. "Yes, Sansa? What do you need help with?" He said this from where he was, not wanting to go over to her and subject himself to her beauty. "Can you come here really quick, professor?" He was slightly relieved that she asked him to come over there. He walked over keeping his face in a mask of perfection, giving nothing away. "Does this look like a good source to you?" She knew that it was, but it just wasn't for the topic she chose. She just needed a reason to ask a question. Professor Baelish hovered over her looking at the screen and reached down to get the mouse to scroll down a little. "It looks good to me." Sansa put her hand over his on the mouse. "Yeah, I was wondering because this part through me off a little." He jerked his hand from underneath hers and put both hands in his pockets. "It's a perfect source." Then he went back to looking at the book while Sansa continued to research her paper. Sansa began to wonder how far she could push this before he caught on or told her to go away. She knew that she shouldn't be pursuing a Professor, but something about the challenge of it make her want it even more. She went by his office again later that day to ask some more questions about class./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The door was cracked, but it didn't look like the light was on. Once she got closer she noticed that a lamp was on. "Professor?" When she walked into the office she heard light snoring and realized that he was asleep. He looked even more disheveled than last time. His hair was tousled, his tie was gone, his shirt was untucked and almost completely unbuttoned. Sansa knew she should've just left right then and went back to her room, but temptation got the best of her. She suddenly felt a strong desire to run her fingers through his messy gray streaked hair. She walked forward and began to fix his hair. Petyr had been working on his dissertation for weeks now, and it was finally getting to him. He was always just so tired, he was working late in his office once and must have dozed off. He began to dream about Sansa; her soft touch, the faint smell of lemons, her innocence. He began to imagine her running her fingers through her hair, until he awoke and realized that someone really was touching his hair. Petyr woke with a start, he hopped up and grabbed Sansa's wrist. She gasped, not sure of what to do now. They were several inches apart, but tension was high. "What are you doing in here?" Sansa's eyes widened. "I.. um.. I was just.. coming to ask... a few more questions about.. th-the paper." She stumbled through her words like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He stared into her eyes and she stared back into his, neither of them focused on anything other than the feeling of him holding on to her wrist. Sansa decided to take a big chance, she leaned forward and kissed him. Then she realized that it was a big mistake and backed away quickly. "I'm so sorry Professor Baelish I don't know wha-" His lips came crashing down onto hers, cutting her off mid sentence. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she knotted her fingers in his hair and pulled him into her deepening the kiss. He pushed her up against a wall and pressed the length of his body against hers she could feel him, all of him. Parting her lips before his tongue slipped inside, a slight moan escaping from her. She wanted more, so much more. She had never felt this need so strong before. Then right when she was at her hottest point he pulled away and turned away from her. She was breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss. With his head down and his hands on the desk he tried to catch his breath. "I think you should leave now."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sansa just got out of her 12 o'clock English class and ran into Margaery on her way to lunch. "Hey Sans, how was class?" Margaery's classes were cancelled today, so she was full of energy. "It was okay I guess we're analyzing Poe for the next few classes." Then the subject took an odd turn. "So, do you think Joffrey can change, like do you think he can be better?" she asked this one day out of the blue, Sansa and Joffrey had broken up months ago. "I don't know, he was really really mean. I think it would take a while to get out of that kind of habit." "Well, it's been like 4 months, maybe he's learned his lesson." Sansa was growing tired of this conversation. "That's definitely wishful thinking, why do you care anyway?" Margaery looked down at the ground. "I don't want you to be upset, but Joffrey asked me out and I kind of said yes..." Sansa wasn't really surprised at this information, Margaery had this little habit of taking in boys that needed fixing, in all honesty she was shocked that she managed to wait this long before taking on another project. "Good for you, I'm sure you'll have a great time... Actually I don't feel like going to lunch, I need to go see my history professor about a research paper we have coming up. I'll see you back in the room." She headed off in the opposite direction towards the history building./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The door was cracked and the light was on; she saw that he was working on something, so she knocked before she went in. "Mr. Baelish.." He looked up. "Sansa, do come in. What can I help you with?" Sansa walking in and began to notice how hard he was working, he looked rather disheveled. His top buttons on his shirt were undone, his tie was loosened, his glasses were on top of his head, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He looked surprisingly handsome, even though Sansa had never thought about any of her professors like that before; the thought of it actually made her blush. He noticed her cheeks and looked at her questioningly. "Yes?" He had never noticed how her light auburn hair went so well with her beautifully pale skin and when she blushed.. oh what a beautiful sight that was. Petyr had noticed the beauty of this student long ago and managed to keep everything professional, but he had never been in such close quarters with her, especially not alone. "I stopped by because I have a few questions about the research paper we have coming up." Petyr tried to stay focused on her words instead of her lips. "Are we allowed to choose our own topics?" "Well, I will be preparing a list of topics and you will be able to choose from that." She pouted at that, a pout so adorable and tempting that he wanted to kiss it away right then and there. "How many sources do we need?" Petyr snapped out of his little trance. "You'll need eight scholarly sources, not including the book." "How am I supposed to find eight scholarly sources, we don't have enough time." Of course he felt that they had sufficient time, but he decided to help her out anyway. "Here, I'll write a few websites down for you that are good for finding useful sources." He scrawled a few websites down and handed her the paper, his fingers gently brushed hers causing an unusual tingling to run through both of their hands. Sansa blushed again and Petyr immediately went back to work. "I'll see you in class tomorrow Professor Baelish." He didn't reply so she just left and headed back to the room./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"While walking back Sansa began to think about how that slight touch made her feel. 'That was weird, I mean he's my professor, which means I shouldn't be thinking about this at all. I definitely shouldn't be thinking about how his touch made me feel.' She was lost in thought when she was approached by senior football player Sandor. "Hey Sansa!" He was all sweaty from practice, so he didn't smell very nice, but he was all smiles. "Hello, Sandor. How was practice?" "It was great! Are you coming to the big game on Friday? I was hoping you were because I was gonna ask if you wanted to get something to eat afterwards. Or we could go to a movie, whatever you want." He was fumbling over his words and smiling. it was kind of cute. "I haven't decided if I'm going to the game yet, I'm really busy with papers right about now. I may stop by, but I don't think I'll have enough time to go out afterwards." Which was all true, but she still felt a little bad about having to turn him down. However, he managed to keep his smile. "Oh that's cool, I understand. Maybe another time though, right?" Sansa nodded her head and Sandor went off to mess around with some of his teammates, getting team morale up for the big game./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Margaery showed up in the room about an hour after Sansa. "Sansa, are you upset about me going out with Joffrey? Because if you don't want me to I won't." Sansa chuckled. "Really Margaery, do you honestly think I'm that kind of person. I'm not attached to Joffrey, I certainly don't own him and I don't own you either. If you want to date him I say go for it, but be careful. Hopefully you'll have better luck with him than I did." Margaery's face lit up and she hugged Sansa. "Thank you for your blessing, Sans." Sansa had still been thinking about Professor Baelish's touch from earlier even though she tried not to. She wondered if she should talk to Margaery about it, but decided against it. Instead she decided to tell her about Sandor. "Sandor asked me out today." "He did! Please tell me you said yes?!" Sansa giggled at her overly excited roommate. "I told him I have to study, so I don't have time." "Ugh! Sansa you always study and you never have time! This is Sandor Clegane! He's like the hottest dude on the football team!" He's okay I guess, Sansa thought; he wasn't nearly as handsome as Professor Baelish. No, she needed to stop thinking about him in that way. She wondered how she was going to make it through tomorrow's lecture./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Today we are going to the library so you all can start researching for your paper. Remember you'll need at least eight scholarly sources." His eyes met Sansa's, for some unknown reason she blushed and he quickly looked away he cleared his throat and continued speaking. "Of course you don't have to use this time to do your research, although I strongly suggest that you do." He began passing out a piece of paper. "Here is a list of topics for you to choose from. Make sure to choose wisely. Don't try to just pick one that sounds easy, because I promise you that it is not." When he got to Sansa's row she was sitting on the end so he had to hand her the papers to pass down to the others. This was her chance, she had been thinking about their tingling touch from yesterday ever since it happened. When she reached out to take the papers from him she purposely touched his hand, sending another shock through her and causing him to make a slight gasp; leading her to believe that he felt it too. "Gather your things and let's head to the library." Once they got there and everybody was seated they started to get to work. Sansa was only halfheartedly working because all she could think about was touching him again. "I'll be over here if you have any questions." He sat down in the corner and began looking over a book, he tried to read, but his mind kept wandering to Sansa's soft touch and how he wanted to feel it again. Then a hand went up, the very hand he was just thinking about./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sansa wanted to be close to her professor even though she knew that it would not be a good idea, especially not with the thoughts she's been having recently; they've gotten worse and worse. "Yes, Sansa? What do you need help with?" He said this from where he was, not wanting to go over to her and subject himself to her beauty. "Can you come here really quick, professor?" He was slightly relieved that she asked him to come over there. He walked over keeping his face in a mask of perfection, giving nothing away. "Does this look like a good source to you?" She knew that it was, but it just wasn't for the topic she chose. She just needed a reason to ask a question. Professor Baelish hovered over her looking at the screen and reached down to get the mouse to scroll down a little. "It looks good to me." Sansa put her hand over his on the mouse. "Yeah, I was wondering because this part through me off a little." He jerked his hand from underneath hers and put both hands in his pockets. "It's a perfect source." Then he went back to looking at the book while Sansa continued to research her paper. Sansa began to wonder how far she could push this before he caught on or told her to go away. She knew that she shouldn't be pursuing a Professor, but something about the challenge of it make her want it even more. She went by his office again later that day to ask some more questions about class./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The door was cracked, but it didn't look like the light was on. Once she got closer she noticed that a lamp was on. "Professor?" When she walked into the office she heard light snoring and realized that he was asleep. He looked even more disheveled than last time. His hair was tousled, his tie was gone, his shirt was untucked and almost completely unbuttoned. Sansa knew she should've just left right then and went back to her room, but temptation got the best of her. She suddenly felt a strong desire to run her fingers through his messy gray streaked hair. She walked forward and began to fix his hair. Petyr had been working on his dissertation for weeks now, and it was finally getting to him. He was always just so tired, he was working late in his office once and must have dozed off. He began to dream about Sansa; her soft touch, the faint smell of lemons, her innocence. He began to imagine her running her fingers through her hair, until he awoke and realized that someone really was touching his hair. Petyr woke with a start, he hopped up and grabbed Sansa's wrist. She gasped, not sure of what to do now. They were several inches apart, but tension was high. "What are you doing in here?" Sansa's eyes widened. "I.. um.. I was just.. coming to ask... a few more questions about.. th-the paper." She stumbled through her words like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He stared into her eyes and she stared back into his, neither of them focused on anything other than the feeling of him holding on to her wrist. Sansa decided to take a big chance, she leaned forward and kissed him. Then she realized that it was a big mistake and backed away quickly. "I'm so sorry Professor Baelish I don't know wha-" His lips came crashing down onto hers, cutting her off mid sentence. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she knotted her fingers in his hair and pulled him into her deepening the kiss. He pushed her up against a wall and pressed the length of his body against hers she could feel him, all of him. Parting her lips before his tongue slipped inside, a slight moan escaping from her. She wanted more, so much more. She had never felt this need so strong before. Then right when she was at her hottest point he pulled away and turned away from her. She was breathing heavily from the intensity of the kiss. With his head down and his hands on the desk he tried to catch his breath. "I think you should leave now."/p
