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 next day Sansa could only think about seeing Professor Baelish again. Only thing is, today is Wednesday and she only had class with him on Tuesdays and Thursdays; she'd have to make up another reason to go by his office. "You're looking mighty happy today." Margaery was looking at her intently. "Have you decided to talk to Sandor like I suggested?" Sansa decided right then and there that she was going to have to come up with an excuse for what she's been up to; especially if she planned on keeping it up. "Umm yeah, I actually finished up most of my work early so I decided to go to the game tonight." "That's perfect! You guys are going to be so cute together. Once I fix Joffrey we can go on double dates. It'll be so much fun." Sansa should have known. No way the Margaery Tyrell she knew was just going to let this go. This is going to be a lot more work than she originally planned, she was going to have to actually form a relationship with Sandor./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;"Later that day she ran into Sandor. "Hey! I heard you changed your mind about the game tonight, so do you want to go out afterwards?" She realized how much she really didn't want to go, but she needed to keep up some sort of appearance. "Yeah I'd love to." He smiled wide at her and she gave him a sly smile back. "Can I walk you to class?" She nodded and he took her books from her and they started walking together. She saw Professor Baelish out the corner of her eye staring at her with those piercing green eyes of his. Sansa flashed him a smile and wrapped her arm around Sandor's. Maybe this has more than one positive, maybe this will make Professor Baelish jealous; she liked the idea of that. She looked back at Professor Baelish and he was frowning at her, she winked at him./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 showed up late to the game, focused so hard on the fact that she didn't want to go in the first place. It was about halfway through the 3rd quarter, "I should've procrastinated longer." She whispered to herself. She was going to go sit with Margaery, but she was too focused on Joffrey. How could she even want to hang all on him like that. Anyways, she kept looking and noticed that a certain professor happened to also be at the game and there just happened to be an empty seat next to him. She walked up behind him, "Well, today must be my lucky day." She said as she sat down right next to him, as close as she could manage. "Hello, Miss Stark. Here to support your boyfriend?" Emphasis on the word 'boyfriend,' She looked at him slyly. "Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice?" He just looked away from her and pretended to focus on the game. She put a hand on his inner thigh, she heard his breath catch. She had been thinking about touching him ever since that evening in his office. She didn't realize how much she wanted him until that moment, she didn't even care that they were surrounded by people; she wanted him to take her right then. He got up quickly and hurried off./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;"Petyr was angry at himself for letting things get this far, he was angry at the fact that he could not stop thinking about this girl and the inappropriate things he wanted to do to her. He hated the way her touch sent sparks through his veins, he could barely control himself around her. If she kept this up, he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore; he was getting so turned on just thinking about it. "I have to get this under control." He thought to himself. He decided to start playing the game back, he would have to take some riskier moves to keep up with Sansa./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;"After the game Sandor took Sansa to a nice Italian restaurant, he changed after the game but he was still sweaty. "Did you enjoy the game?" He asked awkwardly, it was kind of cute. Part of Sansa hated that he was just a pawn in her little game with Baelish, at least she would have fun with him. "Yeah you were great! I never knew you played so well." He smiled. "Yeah, thanks." He had always been so nice to her, she just never really paid him any attention. If he would have gotten in the game before Baelish, maybe they could have actually worked out; Sansa doubted it though. They had a really nice time out and he walked her back to her dorm. He asked if he could hold her hand, which she thought was sweet, but sweet wasn't what she wanted. "That's cute. You have to start taking risks Sandor." He grabbed her hand and when they got to her dorm, he took a chance and gave her a goodnight kiss. Once she got into the room Margaery was waiting for her with he biggest possible smile someone could ever have./p
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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;""So, how was your date? Was it magical? Was it everything you wanted it to be? Do you love him?" She always gets so excited about this kind of thing. Sansa decided to play along. "Yes! We had a beautiful candlelit dinner under the moon. He serenaded me with a song he personally wrote for me, so romantic. Then he professed his love to me before taking me to a candlelit room to make sweet sweet love to me." Sansa danced around the room as she made this entire story up. Margaery threw a pillow at her they both started cracking up. "No, I'm serious, Sans tell me what really happened!" Sansa was still trying to stop laughing at her perfect romance story. "Okay, okay. He was really sweet the whole night. Dinner was really fun, we managed to keep up some decent conversation. He held my hand when he walked me back to my dorm." Margaery squealed, she was such a little girl when it came to these things. "Oh and get this.." Sansa really wanted to sell this, so she slipped in a little dramatic pause. "What? What?!" " He gave me a goodnight kiss." Margaery threw her hands up in the air. "Yes! What kind of kiss was it? Was he a good kisser? Was there tongue? Did you feel him up?" She gasped. "Did he feel you up?!" Sansa didn't even know that people cared about these things so much. "Calm down, relax. It was just a little peck on the lips, he was totally respectful about it. And there definitely wasn't any feeling up of anyone." Magaery pouted. "You're no fun." Sansa laughed. The night was actually almost perfect, if only she could've stopped thinking about Professor Baelish the entire time;and when Sandor kissed her she just wished she was kissing him./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 next day in class Professor Baelish did not look at Sansa even once. Then he left immediately afterwards, taking a different way than usual; Sansa could tell that he was avoiding her and she did not like it. She had to find away to be alone with him, today was important. She waited a while and worked on her research paper in her dorm. Magaery was on the phone with Joffrey, when Sansa got up to leave Margaery looked up. "Where are you going, Sans?" "I have to go to see Professor Baelish, I'm still having trouble with this research paper." She started laughing, apparently Joffrey said something funny; so Sansa just quietly left the room. This was going to be Sansa's boldest move yet. She didn't even knock this time, she just walked right in, closed the door behind her and went to sit on his desk with crossed legs./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;"Petyr was trying so hard to focus on his work, he managed to get through the entire day without having to deal with Sansa, sweet beautiful Sansa. Focus! He put his pen down and started to massage his temples. When she came bursting into his office like the hurricane she was. She closed the door and came around to sit on his desk right beside him. She had on this low cut shirt that was way too revealing, he remembered it from class earlier. What he didn't notice in class was the short black skirt she had on. Was she trying to drive him insane? The answer was probably yes, but little did she know, he had a plan of his own; and she was just making it easier for him. "Hey Professor Baelish, you look tired. Are you okay?" She went to run her fingers through his tousled hair, just to tease him a little; but he backed away. He sighed, "What can I help you with today, Miss Stark?" "Hmm, so formal. Now we can't have that now can we... Petyr." She uncrossed her legs just enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. He froze, "See something you like Petyr?" He decided that now was the perfect time to change the 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;"Petyr stood up and in two swift moves he pulled her closer to him and slid two of his fingers inside her, knowing she would already be wet and ready. Sansa inhaled deeply, she grabbed onto his shoulders to hold herself up. "What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly. Petyr leaned in close and whispered. "I thought this was what you wanted, sweetling." He nipped at her ear before he kneeling down, and putting his face between her legs. Diving in head first, focused on using his tongue to drive her insane. Sansa gasped, this was not how things were supposed to go down; but she liked where things were going. She knotted her hands in his hair, pulling him into her. She was breathing heavily, letting a moan escape from her lips every now and then. "Professor Baelish!" Hearing her moan his name made him want to abandon his plan and fuck her right there, he was harder than he'd ever been. His erection was threatening to tear through his pants. He fought hard to keep his control over the situation, he had to be stronger than her. He had to gain a foothold in this situation. Her moans got louder and louder and she started pulling at his hair harder and harder; he could tell that she was about to cum. Then, just as she was about to go over the edge, he stopped; he made sure that his face was a perfect mask of mystery. He wiped his mouth and went back to work. She just sat there whimpering. "What? Why did you stop?" She whined. "Get out of my office."/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;"Later that day she ran into Sandor. "Hey! I heard you changed your mind about the game tonight, so do you want to go out afterwards?" She realized how much she really didn't want to go, but she needed to keep up some sort of appearance. "Yeah I'd love to." He smiled wide at her and she gave him a sly smile back. "Can I walk you to class?" She nodded and he took her books from her and they started walking together. She saw Professor Baelish out the corner of her eye staring at her with those piercing green eyes of his. Sansa flashed him a smile and wrapped her arm around Sandor's. Maybe this has more than one positive, maybe this will make Professor Baelish jealous; she liked the idea of that. She looked back at Professor Baelish and he was frowning at her, she winked at him./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 showed up late to the game, focused so hard on the fact that she didn't want to go in the first place. It was about halfway through the 3rd quarter, "I should've procrastinated longer." She whispered to herself. She was going to go sit with Margaery, but she was too focused on Joffrey. How could she even want to hang all on him like that. Anyways, she kept looking and noticed that a certain professor happened to also be at the game and there just happened to be an empty seat next to him. She walked up behind him, "Well, today must be my lucky day." She said as she sat down right next to him, as close as she could manage. "Hello, Miss Stark. Here to support your boyfriend?" Emphasis on the word 'boyfriend,' She looked at him slyly. "Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice?" He just looked away from her and pretended to focus on the game. She put a hand on his inner thigh, she heard his breath catch. She had been thinking about touching him ever since that evening in his office. She didn't realize how much she wanted him until that moment, she didn't even care that they were surrounded by people; she wanted him to take her right then. He got up quickly and hurried off./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;"Petyr was angry at himself for letting things get this far, he was angry at the fact that he could not stop thinking about this girl and the inappropriate things he wanted to do to her. He hated the way her touch sent sparks through his veins, he could barely control himself around her. If she kept this up, he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore; he was getting so turned on just thinking about it. "I have to get this under control." He thought to himself. He decided to start playing the game back, he would have to take some riskier moves to keep up with Sansa./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;"After the game Sandor took Sansa to a nice Italian restaurant, he changed after the game but he was still sweaty. "Did you enjoy the game?" He asked awkwardly, it was kind of cute. Part of Sansa hated that he was just a pawn in her little game with Baelish, at least she would have fun with him. "Yeah you were great! I never knew you played so well." He smiled. "Yeah, thanks." He had always been so nice to her, she just never really paid him any attention. If he would have gotten in the game before Baelish, maybe they could have actually worked out; Sansa doubted it though. They had a really nice time out and he walked her back to her dorm. He asked if he could hold her hand, which she thought was sweet, but sweet wasn't what she wanted. "That's cute. You have to start taking risks Sandor." He grabbed her hand and when they got to her dorm, he took a chance and gave her a goodnight kiss. Once she got into the room Margaery was waiting for her with he biggest possible smile someone could ever have./p
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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;""So, how was your date? Was it magical? Was it everything you wanted it to be? Do you love him?" She always gets so excited about this kind of thing. Sansa decided to play along. "Yes! We had a beautiful candlelit dinner under the moon. He serenaded me with a song he personally wrote for me, so romantic. Then he professed his love to me before taking me to a candlelit room to make sweet sweet love to me." Sansa danced around the room as she made this entire story up. Margaery threw a pillow at her they both started cracking up. "No, I'm serious, Sans tell me what really happened!" Sansa was still trying to stop laughing at her perfect romance story. "Okay, okay. He was really sweet the whole night. Dinner was really fun, we managed to keep up some decent conversation. He held my hand when he walked me back to my dorm." Margaery squealed, she was such a little girl when it came to these things. "Oh and get this.." Sansa really wanted to sell this, so she slipped in a little dramatic pause. "What? What?!" " He gave me a goodnight kiss." Margaery threw her hands up in the air. "Yes! What kind of kiss was it? Was he a good kisser? Was there tongue? Did you feel him up?" She gasped. "Did he feel you up?!" Sansa didn't even know that people cared about these things so much. "Calm down, relax. It was just a little peck on the lips, he was totally respectful about it. And there definitely wasn't any feeling up of anyone." Magaery pouted. "You're no fun." Sansa laughed. The night was actually almost perfect, if only she could've stopped thinking about Professor Baelish the entire time;and when Sandor kissed her she just wished she was kissing him./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 next day in class Professor Baelish did not look at Sansa even once. Then he left immediately afterwards, taking a different way than usual; Sansa could tell that he was avoiding her and she did not like it. She had to find away to be alone with him, today was important. She waited a while and worked on her research paper in her dorm. Magaery was on the phone with Joffrey, when Sansa got up to leave Margaery looked up. "Where are you going, Sans?" "I have to go to see Professor Baelish, I'm still having trouble with this research paper." She started laughing, apparently Joffrey said something funny; so Sansa just quietly left the room. This was going to be Sansa's boldest move yet. She didn't even knock this time, she just walked right in, closed the door behind her and went to sit on his desk with crossed legs./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;"Petyr was trying so hard to focus on his work, he managed to get through the entire day without having to deal with Sansa, sweet beautiful Sansa. Focus! He put his pen down and started to massage his temples. When she came bursting into his office like the hurricane she was. She closed the door and came around to sit on his desk right beside him. She had on this low cut shirt that was way too revealing, he remembered it from class earlier. What he didn't notice in class was the short black skirt she had on. Was she trying to drive him insane? The answer was probably yes, but little did she know, he had a plan of his own; and she was just making it easier for him. "Hey Professor Baelish, you look tired. Are you okay?" She went to run her fingers through his tousled hair, just to tease him a little; but he backed away. He sighed, "What can I help you with today, Miss Stark?" "Hmm, so formal. Now we can't have that now can we... Petyr." She uncrossed her legs just enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. He froze, "See something you like Petyr?" He decided that now was the perfect time to change the 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;"Petyr stood up and in two swift moves he pulled her closer to him and slid two of his fingers inside her, knowing she would already be wet and ready. Sansa inhaled deeply, she grabbed onto his shoulders to hold herself up. "What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly. Petyr leaned in close and whispered. "I thought this was what you wanted, sweetling." He nipped at her ear before he kneeling down, and putting his face between her legs. Diving in head first, focused on using his tongue to drive her insane. Sansa gasped, this was not how things were supposed to go down; but she liked where things were going. She knotted her hands in his hair, pulling him into her. She was breathing heavily, letting a moan escape from her lips every now and then. "Professor Baelish!" Hearing her moan his name made him want to abandon his plan and fuck her right there, he was harder than he'd ever been. His erection was threatening to tear through his pants. He fought hard to keep his control over the situation, he had to be stronger than her. He had to gain a foothold in this situation. Her moans got louder and louder and she started pulling at his hair harder and harder; he could tell that she was about to cum. Then, just as she was about to go over the edge, he stopped; he made sure that his face was a perfect mask of mystery. He wiped his mouth and went back to work. She just sat there whimpering. "What? Why did you stop?" She whined. "Get out of my office."/p