Disclaimer: Game of Thrones isn't my property, it is HBO's and GRRM's. Because if it were mine, Lancel would be still alive and kicking, the king of the Seven Kingdoms, leading them to an era of prosperity and peace while having a long and happy life.

Summary: She thought she knew him until she got under the face he put on.

Author's note: Just a huge huge huge thank you to Assassin Master Ezio 91, who helped me a lot with this, from listening to the idea to even helping out with the chapter guide! Hope I'll do well, I'm not used on having such a long fanfic :)

Author's note 2: I know I am about unusual ships and that's not everyone's cup of tea, and that's a-okay with me. And I am all about being constructive. So if you come here just to bash me because I love Lancel, or to bash the ship of this fanfic ( Lancel/Sansa ), be warn that your comment will be moderated.

Author's note 3: English isn't my first language, it's french. If you see any mistake or issue with the language, feel free to tell me so that I can improve.

WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CAN CONTAINS HEAVY THEMES SUCH AS BULLYING AND SEX ! IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THESE SUBJECTS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION.

Behind the masks

Chapter 6

Lancel was the first to wake up on this Saturday morning. He found it weird that he had been so hot during the night but he understood when he saw Sansa's naked body next to him, their clothes on the floor. Memories of what happened rushed in his mind and his cheeks burnt him.

"Gods, I can't believe that we… That I… I used a woman to ease my own issues… I used Sansa… I used her just as if I had used a prostitute…"

He felt horrible. It had felt great when he was doing it but it wasn't worth the aftermath. He had been disrespectful to a woman, to the woman who forgave him, to the woman he offered him more than he had dared hope for. And even if Joffrey was a nasty man, he didn't deserve to be cheated on, especially by a relative.

"Lancel?"

Her sleepy voice took him out of his thoughts.

"Good morning…"

"We… We did it, didn't we..."

"Yeah… Sansa, I'm sorry…"

"Oh Gods… If Joffrey finds out…"

"He doesn't need to know."

She looked at him and he could see she wasn't feeling well. Sansa wasn't the kind of person to sleep around for the fun of it. One-night stands weren't her thing. Some women enjoyed this way of life, he knew that, after all, one of his friends was nicknamed "Gatehouse Ami", but to Sansa, just like to him, sex was almost sacred. It was the physical realization of two people bound by love and trust. It was the total opposite of what they had done, a way just to vent out their unhappiness and it didn't last.

"Let's just say it didn't happen… We put it behind and we go our usual way…" He suggested

"Yes… It was a one-time thing anyway."

She held back from calling it a mistake, because it felt wrong to her to say so, or at least, a part of her felt that way.

"So… What do you eat for breakfast?" He asked, awkwardly

He was trying but his face was just adorable, a mix of shyness and of clumsiness, she couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Just do what you'd do for yourself. I am not difficult."

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Lancel had kept his promise and he had been his usual self around Sansa at school, acted the way Joffrey wanted him to: the stupid tool, the friend when he turned his back. He had even managed to give her back something she had forgotten in his room, in secret. Yet, she found it heavy to bear and so, here she stood, in front of Arya's room.

"What is it?" Her sister asked

"Can you keep a secret?"

Arya raised an eyebrow. Though Sansa and her were closer, they weren't the classic sisters who shared everything. Sansa wasn't well if she needed her trust. She made her enter and they sat.

"What is it?"

Sansa bowed her head in shame.

"I slept with Lancel…"

"That's it?"

She raised her head to meet Arya's surprised face. She had expected laughs, mean laughs, yet she didn't seem shocked.

"You go Sansa! Good for you! So, how was it? Does he have a big one?" Arya suddenly and happily exclaimed

"Arya!" Sansa blushed "I cheated on my boyfriend with his mom's cousin!"

"Joffrey deserves all the shit you can give him! He doesn't count! So, tell me, how was it?"

Seeing how Sansa was reacting, her younger sister managed to guess. She had a wonderful time, certainly the blast of her life, Joffrey certainly being a poor lover. But she felt ashamed and gross because this wasn't who she was.

"Why don't you leave Joffrey and date Lancel then? That way, you would have done it with your man."

"I can't… No… I can, I just lack the courage to do so… But I am not in love with Lancel. Yes, he is different than I expected, he is a good person, but I don't love him."

"How did he reacted?"

"Pretty much like me… And he made me breakfast."

"Then, he'd be a way better boyfriend than Joffrey. Joffrey only loves one person and it's himself."

"Why are you so keen on setting me up with him?"

"Because you deserve someone who will treat you right. And he just proved me he would."

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Home alone, once again, Lancel was thinking of what happened between Sansa and him. He still regretted it, Sansa deserved better than to be a loophole for his misery. He had tried to forget about it but the memory came to haunt him everyday. He had literally seen Sansa in every way and she was a gorgeous woman, from body to soul, and he couldn't understand why Joffrey treated her like garbage. He had a girlfriend that could make a gay hard upon seeing a part of her naked, to turn a straight woman into a lesbian, a girlfriend who tried to make it work, to make him happy and he demanded even more, like the spoilt child he was. Like the spoilt child he had always been. It was such a waste!

"Why is she on my mind like that?"

And why did the memory of their intimate time together made him so hard?

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Laying in her bed, between her sheets, Sansa's mind was filled with Arya's words. She was right, she needed to leave Joffrey, but she was too afraid of the consequences. She could try and find someone to date to protect her right after her break-up but she'd hate herself for using a man for her own purpose. Dating meant you were attracted to someone, that you liked him, and as much as she enjoyed Lancel's company, she couldn't picture herself as a potential woman for him. Firstly because he wasn't over Elora. He still loved her, he was still mourning her, she couldn't ask that of him. Secondly because he was trapped himself. And as much as she didn't deny his bravery, because what he was doing for his brother was incredibly brave, she didn't know if he could stand against Joffrey. He didn't strike her as a violent person and if he tried to defend himself, he didn't really have any backbone. Thirdly, she didn't love him. He was nice, he was caring, hell he had been the cutest thing when he had try to act normal and to ask her for her breakfast after their night, but she had no romantic feelings towards him.

"Then, why is he always on my mind?"

Much to her shame, their moment together was haunting her too and the memory of it woke her body. She fought hard not to think of it, to restrain her fingers to go and play in her private land. What ashamed her the most was that she had came during it. She had came from the dick of someone who wasn't Joffrey, it had never occurred before, not even back when her crush for Joffrey was enough to turn her on. Yet, one single moment with Lancel and she had flooded his sheets. A part of herself made her even more shameful, as it wanted it to happen again. It gave her false images waltzing in her head, like her naked, riding him as he'd look at her with lust. His mouth on her body, everywhere on her body, his tongue playing with her nipples, her skin, even her clit. It even gave her the brief picture of him invading a virgin part of her: her ass, and she'd come from it. They always made her hot and even hornier, making it even harder to try not to ease herself one way or another.

"What am I? A woman or a slut?"

It was already bad enough that it was the memory of their little secret that made her wet and able to endure when Joffrey was fucking her selfishly. All she had to do was to prevent herself from screaming Lancel's name instead of his.

She closed her eyes. The last thing her brain made her see was Lancel's eyes when he had fucked her, when he made her feel she was the luckiest woman alive.

To Be Continued