Three weeks had passed since the press had become aware of Sansa's return and her accusation against Joffrey, as Petyr had imagined the Lannisters had scrambled to bury the whole thing; strange to think that for once they were actually innocent of any wrong doings. It wouldn't work though, Petyr had prepared for every loophole, every eventuality, there wasn't any chance of the Lannisters and Joffrey getting out of this unscathed. Joffrey had already been arrested and Baelish owned Cullen Bragian so Tywin had been forced to not only back off but put a stop to his plans all together. Petyr had his brothel back and since the Lannister had been thrown into the spot light no one would do business with them; too much of a liability. A little longer and Tywin would have nothing. He'd hardly lifted a finger, oh, it had all been too easy.

All that was left was to get his sweet Sansa back. He couldn't take Lady's depression much linger, the dog wouldn't leave him the hell alone, she followed him everywhere in his penthouse and howled until she was blue in the face if he shut the bathroom door to take a shower. If Sansa didn't love her so much he'd have dropped Lady off at a kennel and never looked back. He understood Lady's feelings though, he needed Sansa back too. If he didn't fuck that girl soon he'd lose his bloody mind! It had been almost a week since he'd suggested he take Sansa with him to walk Lady and unfortunately Petyr hadn't been able to get Cat to budge on the subject. Catelyn Stark was a notoriously stubborn woman.

As of late Baelish the brothel owner had re-emerged full force and his profits has spiked by thirty percent; much to his pleasure. He'd grown sick of Roz and Olyvar bickering over how the bar and dance floor should have been run so he'd just decided to separate the two of them, Roz watched over the girls and Olyvar did what he did best, head up the bar and keep everything running smoothly when Petyr wasn't there. Of course he'd never admit it, but Olyvar was the only person smart enough to ever be trusted to look after his empire. Since Sansa had entered his penthouse he'd been distracted from The Mockingbird and with her back with her parents he'd thrown himself back at his work. With everything he'd been doing at the club – and by the Gods had there been a long list of things for him to take care of – Petyr hadn't been able to visit his Sansa again in her room. He needed her touch, her scent, her taste, Sansa's pillows had started to smell more of him than her, Petyr missed the sound she made when she came on his tongue, and he'd even fallen asleep on Winston the bear last night.

Two days later when Baelish had almost lost his mind he'd gotten a call from Cat enquiring if he'd be willing to let Sansa go with him to walk Lady, seemed her daughter's pleas had gotten to her. As expected he'd played the kind saviour and readily agreed before racing to his beloved Aston Martin with the dog in tow.

When he finally got to the Stark house he knocked loudly as Lady's tail wagged excitedly, Petyr bottled up his own excitement as Ned answered the door. In an instant Lady barged past the bearded man and barked in search of Sansa.

"That thing still doesn't have any manners then." Came Cat's voice as she made her way out of the kitchen at the back of the house and down towards the front door.

"What can I say? She adores Sansa." Smiled Petyr.

Just then the teenage redhead came charging down the stairs and dropped to her knees before Lady with a grin, and wasn't that just a perfect view.

"It looks as though she's been looking forwards to this. I'll have Sansa back by three o'clock." He turned to leave, even whistled for Lady to follow him but Cat stopped him.

"Oh, no, Robb is going with you." What?! "I don't want Sansa being all alone." Petyr's eye twitched. "He's stuck in traffic though."

Hiding his annoyance the man with ash at his temples peered down at his watch.

"Could he not meet us there? I do have a very full afternoon." Catelyn clearly didn't like the idea and Ned even less so, knowing their answer was no he'd decided to play a bold move. "Or maybe we could just cancel, do it another time."

"No!" Cried Sansa.

That's my Kitten, right on cue. Sansa looked up at her mother with tears in her cerulean orbs and after only a few moments Cat relented; maybe she was going soft. She sighed.

"Alright, I'll have him meet you at the park." Petyr internally grinned, that had been easier than he'd imagined to play on Cat's love for her daughter. "Excellent. Lady, car." He ordered then held a hand out to help his darling Sansa up, the smooth skin of her palm against his was almost heavenly after so long of them being apart. "Don't worry Sansa, Robb will meet us there."

For all Petyr cared Robb Stark could go get beheaded while a crowd cheered. The sixteen year old practically floated to the Aston Martin and into the passenger seat with Lady at her side, she looked almost as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

"You've got nothing to worry about, Cat, this will be good for Sansa."

Ned opened his mouth to speak, probably to throw some kind of threat at him but Petyr simply left uncaring as to what the Stark had to say. When he pulled away a grin pulled itself onto his lips.

"Gods you smell so good, Sweetling." Petyr took a deep breath, he'd almost started to go through withdrawal.

"I want to come home, Daddy." She suddenly blurted. "I need you, please, Daddy."

"I know, Kitten, I know. Soon, I promise. Now, say it again."

"Daddy." She whispered in a husky voice.

Petyr's eyes closed momentarily as he practically purred, he could feel himself twitch with want and from the way Sansa rubbed her thighs together he knew she was wet.

"That's my good girl. Touch yourself." There wasn't any mistaking it for a request, she'd missed his dominance, Sansa could never deny him.

Slowly she opened her jeans – long hideous things that shouldn't have been anywhere near his girl – and slipped her hand past her purple panties to her glistening core. Petyr knew the route off by heart since he had to pass the part to get back to his penthouse, which was probably for the best since his full attention was firmly on his Sweetling.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered shut, little moans escaped her lips as he turned down a back street determined to make the journey take as long as possible.

"... Daddy, please."

Petyr chuckled darkly at that, his girl was so perfect, so naughty.

"Do you need me to touch you, Sweetling? Need Daddy inside you, thrusting into your body as you cling to me. My name on your lips as you beg for me. Please, Daddy. Move, Daddy."

Petyr's breathing deepened and Sansa gasped, the hand not at her wet sex clamped down on his thigh; pain sparked through him but Petyr didn't care. He longed to pull the car over and fuck his girl unto oblivion but he knew he couldn't, Robb would grow impatient quickly. Before he could say a single word Sansa grabbed one of his hands from the wheel and pulled it to her desperately. Petyr chuckled at the back of his throat but indulged her – he could multi-task. Sansa was practically dripping wet when he finally found her folds, her nails dug into the leather seat, as she moaned.

"Did you miss me, baby girl?" Littlefinger purred. "Did you miss Daddy's cock?"

Sansa gasped. "Yes!"

"You're close, Sweetling, so close." Calloused fingers crooked inside her wet heat, he'd missed the way she felt, the little mews of want and need. Sansa rocked on his fingers and Petyr longed to watch her but he still needed to get them to the park. "Cum for Daddy, cum on Daddy's fingers so I can jerk myself off later and still smell how sweet you are."

That was all she needed, her Daddy's voice and talented fingers. It was like a prison with her parents and siblings but a short drive with Petyr Baelish and she had her freedom again, her happiness. Her pleasure was in sight, the radiating wave of bliss.

"Cum for Daddy."

And she did, she could never deny him, not Petyr. Sansa's orgasm raced through her tiny body, her head fell back against the leather seat as he chest rose and fell desperate for air.

"Daddy!" She moaned when her eyes fluttered shut, that devilish smirk of his widened.

Petyr's ego purred, he was the only one that could make her feel like this, make her scream and beg, make her want and plead. She was his naughty little girl, his. Petyr could practically feel the heat radiating from her body. He'd destroyed her for any other man and Petyr was damn proud of it.

Just then the tuning to the park came up and he was forced to take his hand from Sansa. It only took a few seconds for him to park and once the Aston Martin's engine had been silenced he leant back in his seat, closed his bold green eyes and licked her rich juices from his talented fingers. Gods that girl was better than cocaine.

"Give me your hand."

Sansa's cerulean orbs snapped open at the command, body still panting and looked at him with confusion. She opened her mouth to question him.

"Daddy?"

Petyr's eyes darkened. "Your hand, Sweetling. Now."

He reached over and grabbed the hand she'd used to pleasure herself. Petyr sucked on Sansa's long slender fingers as though they were a special treat. Delightful and intoxicating.

"Daddy's perfect little girl."

Green orbs glanced around the parking lot to happily find it empty, pure isolation but he didn't know how long for. Carefully he cupped her porcelain cheeks and pressed their lips together, Petyr's tongue forced Sansa's lips to part. She could taste mint on his lips and instantly it soothed her... oh how she'd missed his touch. Though a short kiss it left Sansa purring.

"Come on, Sweetling."

He whispered as he pushed a stray strand of hair, he wanted them to just stay in that car together forever but Lady had noticed the huge expanse of grass just beyond the concrete parking lot and soon Robb would come looking for them.

Sansa looked down at her feet for a moment, almost awkwardly.

"You could just take me back to your penthouse. I don't know, pack and go to Dorne, no one will ever see us again."

Petyr just stared at her with a gentle smile, his head slightly tilted.

"No, Sweetling. I've put too much effort into destroying Joffrey, to destroying the Lannisters and if you vanish again the media will have a fit. Also, you'd miss your family, you know you would. If you want to go to Dorne I'll take you but it's better this way, Kitten, trust me. I love you, Sweetling."

Sansa practically deflated.

"I love you too, Daddy."

Petyr tilted his girls chin up with a single calloused finger and slotted his lips against hers for just one more kiss.

"Come on." He said again before climbing out and getting Lady clipped on her blue leash; Sansa didn't like it but park rules and all that.

The teenager made to take Petyr's hand in hers but yanked it back as though she'd been burnt the instant she saw her brother coming towards them with his phone pinned to his ear.

"... Sorry to bother you Mom, everything is okay. They're in the west parking lot. Nothing to worry about." Robb hung up and stuffed the phone into his pocket before he thrust out a hand for Petyr to shake a, pointless gesture in the older man's eyes. "Hello, Mister Baelish, sorry you had to bring Sansa, I got stuck in traffic."

"That's perfectly fine." Replied Petyr as though he's somehow been inconvenienced. "Sansa and I had a pleasant chat."

Robb furrowed his brow. "Really?" He glanced at his sister. "You haven't been talking too much since you came home, Sis. What were you talking about?

"... Lady."

It was really the only thing she could have answered with without there being more questions, Robb peered down to Lady whose tail wagged back and forth while she watched Frisbees and tennis balls thrown about for other dogs to chase.

"Sansa, Sweetling, here. Why don't you take Lady to the fountain." He flashed her a smile. "We'll follow your lead."

She nodded, seemingly happier now Lady was by her side. "Okay D... Mister Baelish."

Sansa wandered off down the leaf covered path with Lady bouncing up and down after a butterfly leaving Littlefinger and Robb to follow along behind like creepy chaperones. The wolfdog had only ever been in Petyr's penthouse and the luscious roof garden, Leda Park was a whole new world to Lady.

"Thank you for indulging my sister, Baelish." Said Robb after a few moments when Sansa was just enough ahead of them to be out of ear range. "Walking your dog is the first thing she's seemed excited about since she came home to us."

Deadly green eyes didn't leave Sansa's backside. "Of course, Robb, and people deal with trauma very differently. Sansa and Lady are connected now and it will help your sister to heal. Lady makes Sansa feel safe, so obviously she's stronger with her close by. The real Sansa Stark will emerge in time. You're sister is far stronger than she looks."

"Ain't that the truth?" Robb sighed as he ran a hand through his curled brown hair. "Sansa's not like the rest of us, sometimes I wish Mom saw that rather than being so hard on her. Sansa is the eldest girl and Mom got it into her head that she needed to be the perfect young lady." Another sigh. "Maybe Sansa feels smothered."

Finally someone pulls back the wool and takes a look at what's actually going on around them. Petyr's mind yelled. Slowly following Sansa along the path with Robb at his side had been awkward and easily grated on his last nerve... thankful Robb's phone rang just before that last nerve broke and veered off for some privacy. Petyr smirked and took the opportunity to saunter over to her.

"Enjoying yourself, Sweetling?"

"I'd enjoy it more if Robb wasn't here."

Petyr hummed to himself. "Yes, your brother's presence is a disappointment but one we can live with."

Sansa practically purred when her beloved Daddy placed a hand on her lower back to help guide her.

"Let's go this way, Kitten."

The day was bright, the sun shone and a gentle breeze danced through the trees. Sansa could smell the mint on Petyr's breath and strangely she found it soothing. She felt safe and loved even though he'd hardly touched or spoken to her since they'd exited the car.

"Can we go home?" Sansa asked after a few moments, there was sadness in her voice.

Petyr sighed, they'd already had this conversation once today and her constant asking had started to irritate him. Of course he understood why she was so fixated on the subject but he just couldn't risk taking her back to the penthouse.

"Soon, Sweetling."

"You keep saying that but what does it mean? Soon never comes!"

In an instant Petyr had stopped their stroll and placed a large hand on either of her shoulders, he locked their eyes, rich cerulean meeting freshly mown grass.

"Do you trust me, Angel?" He asked in a deep voice. Sansa nodded. "Then you know I'll take you home as soon as I can. The very second I can bring you home to me and Lady I will. I love you, Sweetling."

Sansa opened her mouth to respond but the words were never able to leave her mouth thanks to Robb suddenly rejoining them.