PART THREE:

Sansa was shocked to hear what Lord Baelish was saying.

"I-I don't believe you." She stuttered

"You have every reason to distrust me, but what I'm saying is the truth. Sansa, when I saw you there, with the snow glistening on your hair. You were like an angel, even more beautiful than your mother could have ever been." He spoke like he was recounting a dream. "I could not restrain myself. I apologize-"

"Don't," Sansa interjected. "Don't apologize."

Lord Baelish didn't look at her. He stared into the fire in the fireplace.

"Sansa I should leave…"

"Stop…Just stop thinking." Sansa approached him. " I don't care anymore. What ever your motives are. I don't care. If I am to stay here, alone and among enemies, you can do whatever you'd like to me before you leave. I may never get to see you again and we might never have this chance again."

"Sansa you don't now what you are saying." Lord Baelish stood up quickly. He started heading for the door but Sansa stopped him in his tracks. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him. This would be the only way she could find out here feelings for him. He tasted like mint. This made her want to taste more. Warmth filled her chest as she realized she did care for him. She wanted to be by his side. He may be using her but she didn't care anymore. Maybe that was foolish of her. She had seen how that sort of foolishness resulted in her aunt's death, but Sansa couldn't resist growing so attached to this man.

Sansa began to pull away from her kiss when Lord Baelish pulled her hard against him. He took control of the kiss. His lips grew more needy and he kissed her with hard passion. This was not like the kiss in the snow-covered courtyard. This was something else entirely. Sansa felt a warm sensation in her mouth as he parted her lips with his and felt around with his tongue. They're lips parted for a second as whispered,

"Lord Baelish,"

"Call me Petyr." He replied in a gravely voice filled with a longing. Their lips again touched as they longed for each other. Petyr lifted Sansa of the ground as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Looking into her lewdly he carried her to the bed.

Laying her down gently they kept eye contact. Sansa then began to kiss Petyr's neck. Although having no experience in this sort of thing, Sansa followed her instincts. She unbuttoned the top half of his shirt as she kissed his neck deeper. She felt the low hum of his low moan. Her tongue followed the arch of his collarbone.

"Sansa." Petyr moaned. He began to feel her up, his soft hands tugging at the laces of her dress. His breath quickened. Sansa unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it off revealing his bare chest. He was warm and this comforted Sansa. There was no way Petyr could be deceiving about the way he felt about her through these kisses. They were honest and they wanted her. Although lustful each touch of his made her feel safe and protected. She could feel free from all her pain in his arms. She loved him and he loved her.

Their pulses quickened even more as their kisses became more intense. Petyr finally unlaced the back of Sansa's dress. He pulled down the top to expose Sansa's bare breasts. He paused for a moment, taking in the moment before he pressed his lips against her bosom. Sansa moaned in shock of the feeling that sent a sensual sensation through her body. He was nibbling her breasts and squeezing them softly with his hands. Sansa's hands began to feel Petyr. They slid down from his back and into his pants where she felt him hard. His moans became more frequent as she gently touched his hardness. She had never touched or rather felt a grown man's manhood and she was curious. Her fingers played a bit with the tip and she felt a bit of moisture. He moaned deeper. Hearing his sighs of pleasure made Sansa feel even bolder. She felt warmth in her lower belly that grew with each of his sighs. She wanted him fully.