As they walked through the hallway and up the stairs to Sansa's room, neither of them said a word. Sansa was very nervous. She was still scared that Petyr would see her scars and be disgusted by her, but she kept her thoughts to herself. When they reached the doorway, Petyr scooped Sansa up unto his arms and pushed the door open. Sansa gasped surprised and giggled. Petyr dipped his head and kissed Sansa. The kiss was long and lingering, Petyr stuck his tongue through Sansa's lips and drank her in, Sansa returned the kiss moving her tongue in rhythm with Petyr's letting him lead. When he set Sansa down, he held her close to him, and he whispered "I've been waiting for this for a long time". Sansa looked up at him suddenly nervous and a little scared, Petyr saw the expression on her face change and he was afraid he had scared her. Petyr spoke to her then, "Sansa, love… you know I would never hurt you. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with." she replied "It's not that, I'm mostly just afraid to disappoint you Petyr." he chuckled, grabbing her face with his hands he looked into her eyes. "My dear you could never disappoint me". He paused and then continued, "I thought we would have a bath first. I asked a maid to have it ready for us when we came up". Sansa looked around behind her. She saw the large tub at the back of the room full with steam rising from it. On the surface of the water there were white petals floating and scented oils along the side. When she turned back to Petyr she looked up at his face which had an unsure expression on it now. Upon seeing his face Sansa replied, "That sounds very nice". Unsure what to do next she stopped there watching Petyr. He smiled, a nervous look on his face for the first time since she had first met him. Not wanting Petyr to think Sansa was nervous about being intimate with him, she walked up to Petyr. With slightly shaking hands, she started unlacing Petyr's shirt. Petyr grabbed her hands and spoke softly to her. "Sansa, you don't have to do this if you're not ready." she looked up at him, fear swimming in her eyes, "It's not that, I want to do this. It's just… I don't know how to do it… thus far my sexual experiences haven't been very good. I know you would never hurt me, I'm not afraid of that, but I just don't want to disappoint you"... Sansa trailed off at a lost for words. Petyr looked at her relief and understanding lighting his gaze now. "Sansa, there is no need to be afraid, I will teach you… and you could never disappoint me, no matter what he did to you, you will always be the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on". Sansa's hands still on Petyr's chest started unlacing again, this time with much more confidence. As she did this, Sansa was watching Petyr's face and his reactions. He gasped with anticipation as she reached the bottom few laces. When she undid the last one Petyr shucked his shirt off onto the ground and stood back a step or two to let Sansa take him in. His arms were toned, slightly muscular, his chest lean and smooth with a few hairs scattered at the top. Sansa stepped forward and started running her hand over Petyr's chest, she could hear his breath hitch in his throat as her hand moved down his chest and back up. Then Sansa wrapped her arms around Petyr's neck and kissed him, pressing herself against his half naked body, then breaking away to kiss his neck. Petyr moaned rubbing his hands helplessly up and down Sansa's back until he found the lace of her dress. She turned so that her back was to Petyr. Slowly he started loosening the dress bit by bit. While he was working on that Sansa loosened the sleeves and removed her arms from them. Then she crossed her arms over her chest to keep the dress held up. She was nervous again. This would be the first time Petyr would see the full extent of her scars.