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;"There was only one day of Spring Break left, but Sansa was more than excited to spend that day with Petyr. When she woke up his side of the bed was empty, so she got up and put on one of his shirts before getting ready to go downstairs. After she went through her morning routine she made her way to his 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;"When she peeked in she saw him working on something, but she couldn't quite see what it was. She didn't want to be caught spying, so she knocked on the door before walking in. He looked up and then began putting his papers away. "Hello, Sweetling. Sleep well?" He beckoned her over to come sit on his lap. "I suppose so, what were you working on?" She couldn't help her curiosity. "Just some last minute grading, trying to get ahead of schedule. Then I could focus more on the beautiful woman that is currently staying in my home." Sansa could feel herself blushing. "Now that, that is a beautiful sight." He commented as he caressed her cheek./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;"'My God, she is so beautiful.' Petyr was beginning to think that he was in too deep; he put all his eggs in one basket way too fast, which is extremely out of character for him. But one look at her made him want to do all kinds of out of character things. "Why don't you go in the kitchen and decide what you want to do for breakfast while I finish up in here?" He needed to clear his head and stay focused. "Sure, and hurry up." She giggled as she skipped out of his 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;"Petyr had one day with Sansa all to himself, one day before they both had to go back school. Back to dealing with the Lannisters, 'Ugh, the Lannisters.' He still needs to figure out a way to help Sansa with Joffrey. He knew that they had classes together and could not bear the thought of him touching her, let alone hurting her. Petyr has been allowing Joffrey to pass these past few semesters, knowing he didn't deserve it. Before he didn't want to jeopardize the relationship he was building with the Lannisters. Now however, he was in pretty good with Tywin and he knew of other ways to keep Cersei happy. In fact if he gave the boy the grades he deserved he'd lose his scholarship and even though his family is rich, Petyr knew for a fact that Tywin was tired of cleaning up after his worthless grandson. Getting Joffrey kicked out of school would mean one less thing for him and Sansa to worry 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;"He finished up the papers and headed to the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway to watch Sansa. She was listening to music and dancing around the kitchen, she was radiant. Petyr could tell that Sansa had the potential to do so much, she had so much untapped power. His goal was to change that, her innocence and naivety drew him in, but her strength is what will keep them together. His plan for Joffrey won't really be in affect till the end of semester, so that means that he has roughly two months to use him like the tool he is to teach Sansa about power. She finally noticed him standing there and smiled at him. "I've decided we should order something, because you have absolutely nothing worth eating in this house." She said as she waltzed over to him. He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hmm, I have to disagree. I happen to think that there's something quite delicious in my kitchen right now. I had a taste of it last night and I think I'm do for a second helping." He chuckled as he picked her up and sat her down on the counter, running his hands up her thighs as he kissed her neck. She laughed and push him away, "That may be enough for you, but I, on the other hand, would enjoy some actual food. Someone wore me out last night, so I'm quite famished." He smiled at her, "Well, I'm definitely not going to apologize for that." Sansa playfully pushed him away before hopping of the counter and making a run for it./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 chased after her, thinking about how young she made him feel. He caught her around the waist and picked her up carrying her to the kitchen. "How about I make you breakfast? There are plenty of things in here to make breakfast with and it'll give me a chance to show you how great of a cook I am." Sansa pretended to think it over. "I suppose I could allow that. Though I must warn you; I have very refined taste buds, so I'm a pretty hard sell." He laughed. "Challenge accepted, my dear." She watched him move around the kitchen, picking up this and that. The elegance of his fingers as he chopped up some strawberries. She began thinking about how little she knew about the man she loved, or at least she thinks she loves 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;""Petyr," He turned to see the thoughtful look in her eyes. "Tell me something about yourself, you're such a mystery." He stopped, he wasn't sure what to tell her. He was so used to keeping to himself and focusing on the lives and lies of others. "Well sweetling, there isn't much about me to know." He replied as he walked over to her. She searched the grey-green depths of his eyes. "Oh, I don't believe that at all Mr. Baelish." She began tracing the lines of on his face. "When I look into those deep green eyes of yours, I see the secrets of the world swimming around in there." He smirked. "Well that, my dear, is because knowledge is power."/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;"When she peeked in she saw him working on something, but she couldn't quite see what it was. She didn't want to be caught spying, so she knocked on the door before walking in. He looked up and then began putting his papers away. "Hello, Sweetling. Sleep well?" He beckoned her over to come sit on his lap. "I suppose so, what were you working on?" She couldn't help her curiosity. "Just some last minute grading, trying to get ahead of schedule. Then I could focus more on the beautiful woman that is currently staying in my home." Sansa could feel herself blushing. "Now that, that is a beautiful sight." He commented as he caressed her cheek./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;"'My God, she is so beautiful.' Petyr was beginning to think that he was in too deep; he put all his eggs in one basket way too fast, which is extremely out of character for him. But one look at her made him want to do all kinds of out of character things. "Why don't you go in the kitchen and decide what you want to do for breakfast while I finish up in here?" He needed to clear his head and stay focused. "Sure, and hurry up." She giggled as she skipped out of his 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;"Petyr had one day with Sansa all to himself, one day before they both had to go back school. Back to dealing with the Lannisters, 'Ugh, the Lannisters.' He still needs to figure out a way to help Sansa with Joffrey. He knew that they had classes together and could not bear the thought of him touching her, let alone hurting her. Petyr has been allowing Joffrey to pass these past few semesters, knowing he didn't deserve it. Before he didn't want to jeopardize the relationship he was building with the Lannisters. Now however, he was in pretty good with Tywin and he knew of other ways to keep Cersei happy. In fact if he gave the boy the grades he deserved he'd lose his scholarship and even though his family is rich, Petyr knew for a fact that Tywin was tired of cleaning up after his worthless grandson. Getting Joffrey kicked out of school would mean one less thing for him and Sansa to worry 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;"He finished up the papers and headed to the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway to watch Sansa. She was listening to music and dancing around the kitchen, she was radiant. Petyr could tell that Sansa had the potential to do so much, she had so much untapped power. His goal was to change that, her innocence and naivety drew him in, but her strength is what will keep them together. His plan for Joffrey won't really be in affect till the end of semester, so that means that he has roughly two months to use him like the tool he is to teach Sansa about power. She finally noticed him standing there and smiled at him. "I've decided we should order something, because you have absolutely nothing worth eating in this house." She said as she waltzed over to him. He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Hmm, I have to disagree. I happen to think that there's something quite delicious in my kitchen right now. I had a taste of it last night and I think I'm do for a second helping." He chuckled as he picked her up and sat her down on the counter, running his hands up her thighs as he kissed her neck. She laughed and push him away, "That may be enough for you, but I, on the other hand, would enjoy some actual food. Someone wore me out last night, so I'm quite famished." He smiled at her, "Well, I'm definitely not going to apologize for that." Sansa playfully pushed him away before hopping of the counter and making a run for it./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 chased after her, thinking about how young she made him feel. He caught her around the waist and picked her up carrying her to the kitchen. "How about I make you breakfast? There are plenty of things in here to make breakfast with and it'll give me a chance to show you how great of a cook I am." Sansa pretended to think it over. "I suppose I could allow that. Though I must warn you; I have very refined taste buds, so I'm a pretty hard sell." He laughed. "Challenge accepted, my dear." She watched him move around the kitchen, picking up this and that. The elegance of his fingers as he chopped up some strawberries. She began thinking about how little she knew about the man she loved, or at least she thinks she loves 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;""Petyr," He turned to see the thoughtful look in her eyes. "Tell me something about yourself, you're such a mystery." He stopped, he wasn't sure what to tell her. He was so used to keeping to himself and focusing on the lives and lies of others. "Well sweetling, there isn't much about me to know." He replied as he walked over to her. She searched the grey-green depths of his eyes. "Oh, I don't believe that at all Mr. Baelish." She began tracing the lines of on his face. "When I look into those deep green eyes of yours, I see the secrets of the world swimming around in there." He smirked. "Well that, my dear, is because knowledge is power."/p