Hey so I was finding this really hard to end so this will be the last chapter for now. I will no doubt be doing one-shot or two-shot stories about Petyr and Sansa and other game of thrones characters. Xx

Chapter Twenty-one

Both Lord and Lady Baelish had expected their two children to cry and be sick and wish for home as they crossed the narrow sea but instead they sat happily playing Derek, Petyr's young ward. Both children wore the piece of jewelry their father had given them. His son wore a Mockingbird pin that had a direwolf carved into the silver where the birds heart would have been and his daughter had a pendant of a Mockingbird with spread wings that where two direwolf heads facing outwards and a large flat opal set into its tail.

Derek had forgotten his place when Petyr had given him the sword and had lurched himself at him and hugged him tight as any boy would hug their father. Petyr had not said anything of it but just smiled at him. No doubt the boy would want to see his family to while they were here. He knew it would be easy to arrange if the snow wasn't too bad. "I'm going soft." He had said to himself at the thought of it.

Went they had arrived in Kings Landing they were told that Sansa's brother and sister were already here and waiting. "It would seem she wastes no time this new Queen of ours." Remarked Petyr.

"Yes it would seem that way. Come on you two time to meet your aunt and uncle."

…

The Queen sat the iron throne better than the king or Joffrey ever had, she seemed nervous though as if Sansa herself had all the power instead. Others seemed to notice too.

"My Queen." Sansa say automatically kneeling. Her children were young but copied their parents.

"Please raise Lady Sansa. If I may call you that?"

"Of course my Queen." She smiled. There were barely even twenty people in the court. She knew most of them. Theon, Jon, Arya, Tormund and some other wildlings but the rest were mainly strangers.

"Lady Sansa in the letter I wrote you I stated of my intentions towards cementing the north and south together. I'm sure you and Lord Baelish have an idea of what I meant by this."

"Yes we do."

"Lord Stark wished to know whether you yourself approved of…"

"I agree with the match my queen in truth it's about bloody time the man married." Arya laughed as did most of the wildlings. "Do forgive me for sounding so blunt."

"Not at all I enjoy it not many people speak so truly to me. I believe we have our answer Lord hand. If you would be so kind as to begin the arrangements?"

"Of course my Queen and may I say how lovely it is to see you so well Lady Baelish. Your children too."

"Thank you My Lord Tyrion."

As it would likely be a long wait Derek and the septr took the children to their chamber while their Lord father and mother stayed to sit through the rest of court.

…..

"How old are your little ones?" Asked the queen from the end of the table as the are.

"They will be a year in two months your grace." Answered Petyr.

"They are sweet. What are their name's ?"

He looked to Sansa. "Petyr was born first and then shocking us all came Lyanna not a minute after." The table fell silent.

"Your aunt?"

"Yes father loved her and I thought it bad luck to call her Arya."

"Bad luck?" Asked Arya with a screwed up brow. "Why?"

"Well if we named her after you you would be determined to make her your shadow and I would like my first born daughter to be a little bit like me."

"God's help her if she is." Said Jon laughing.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean she'll be locked away in a tower by her father and not a man will go near her unless he can defeat the guards he puts there."

"Why Jon you took the words out of my mouth."

…..

"Really how many Lords send their wards on trips home."

"Only the mad ones."

"I've married a mad man. Fantastic." She said with a huff.

"Yes but is there any other way you'd have me?"

"Naked in bed would be a nice start." Lady Baelish lifted his side of the sheets.

"Oh would it now?" Petyr lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Well I think I can indulge you this once."

"Only the once? You really are mad." Sansa giggled as she pulled him down to her. His lips met hers sweet and soft but they never stayed long, it was always the same with him. She would begin to settle into his kisses and enjoy them and then he'd move and would be at her breast like he was now. Then he change his mind again and he'd want her neck or her lips again it drove her mad and she loved it she really really loved it.

Sansa loved the way he'd kiss his way down her body and nip at the inner side of her left thigh and the way he'd smile as he would lower his face to her sex as he was doing now. By the gods it felt good. She remembered the first time He had kissed her there and how odd and wrong it had felt and yet now it seemed like there was nothing more right in this world.

He left her hanging, as he often did if he felt she was enjoying it to much and began to lick his way up her stomach, between her cleavage and behind the shell of her right ear. She could do nothing but moan. Tonight he had all the power he was still dressed and her naked under him. He held her hands in one of his and rubbed the thumb of the other over her nipple.

"So is this the good start you wanted?" He ask pushing himself against her sex making sure she could feel his lust for her.

"No." she said breathlessly.

"No?" His voice was like sin itself.

"Your still dressed so no."

"Well in that case could you help me." The second the pressure of his hands left hers she was up like a monkey from a box and riding him from his clothes.

As he laid her back down on the bed Petyr spread her legs and lowered himself between them. He waited for her to nod and the thrust into her. He took hard and fast that night bringing her to her climax screaming in ecstasy.

As she lay in his arms her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat she decided that she didn't mind waiting the extra few days that it would take her husband's ward to return to them. Sansa had also decided that the Targaryen queen was nothing like her father had been and was more than happy for Jon to wed her she was even happy to return for the wedding after the winters end to Winterfell in his stead. As long as Lyanna and Petyr would be safe she would agree to there plans and call her queen.

The end.