It was late in the day when Sansa – or Alayne as she'd been called all day – and Ros arrived back at The Mockingbird, the redhead was proud of herself because she'd managed to remain utterly calm throughout the whole day, the reason they were late was down to the amount of outfits Ros had made her try on and model, something about wanting to look sexy for daddy which Sansa hadn't understood or dare ask about. The club was in full swing and people littered the place like every other night, Ros told her that she'd store the mountain of bags in her apartment above the club and she could grab them when they left before wandering off to get ready for the night. On the way down the stairs from her apartment she came across Mads who held Tristan and Sansa raced over to get her little boy almost knocking Ros over on the way.
"The boss said to keep him in your apartment, Ros." Said Mads with a thick accent. "Tyrell radioed and said you were back."
Sansa managed a thank you when she took Tristan into her arms and Ros didn't seem surprised or annoyed by the knowledge that Petyr had a key to her apartment, in fact she'd have been shocked if he didn't. As more and more people entered the club Sansa started to grow uncomfortable along with her son, they quickly turned back to Petyr's office with Lady following behind her and pushed open the door to step inside, she heard Olyvar shout something across the room like Alayne I wouldn't- but it was too late.
Inside her Master sat at his desk as usual but there was an older redhead perched on his lap kissing him, in that moment Sansa's heart fell apart and crumbled to dust, she'd thought she was important to him and all her self-doubt and conditioning came flooding back. Sansa is a pet, nothing more. Sansa has no right to anything. He's the Master, he can do what he likes. Sansa is nothing! Her mind was in such a state of horror and sorrow that she didn't notice the way her Master's body was tense or that he made no attempt to kiss back, azure eyes fell to the dark hardwood floor and she gripped Tristan tighter. The older redhead looked up after a moment or two and looked straight at Sansa who still wore her chestnut wig, Petyr all but spat the taste of her from his mouth.
"Well I should get back to Robin, I told him I wouldn't be gone long."
Sansa could feel eyes on her and desperately wanted to vanish into oblivion with Tristan, she couldn't bring herself to look up. Should Sansa kneel? Her mind ask while trying not to cry. Lysa kissed Petyr again and then got up to leave, she paused by Sansa with a look of utter disgust on her aged face before turning back to Littlefinger.
"You shouldn't let her use you as a daycare, Petyr. Whores shouldn't even be allowed to have children." And nor should crazy bitches said Baelish's mind.
Without another word Lysa Arryn slammed the door shut behind her and was gone, leaving Lady growing at the space she'd once occupied. Petyr wiped as much of her lipstick from his face with his hand as he could while all but running to Sansa, he could see how broken she'd just been. His Littlefinger persona was gone and Sansa's Master and protector was back. He pulled his girl into a hug and felt how tense with fear her body had gone, Petyrfelt a suddenly spark telling him to find a roof and push Lysa from it.
"Don't cry, Sansa. Please don't cry."
The tears flowed now and that urge to kill Lysa only intensified, still he made no attempt to let go of Sansa and his son. Lady snuggled into Sansa's leg to offer her comfort.
"Sansa... thought she was... special to Master."
He hated that she used Sansa again instead of I but at the same time found himself grateful that she still possessed the courage to speak to him, my brave baby girl.
"Please don't start talking like that again, Sweetling." If they hadn't have known better his tone would have sounded begging. "And you are special. Sansa, you're important."
"Did... did San-I do something wrong? I can learn to be better."
Petyr had thought they were done with all that but it was only then, stood in his office holding her that Baelish realised that part of her would never truly be gone.
"What? No, you didn't do anything wrong and you're perfect just the way you are." Petyrtold her honestly.
"Please don't replace me with her." It was a plea. Did Joffrey say he would replace her?
"Never! You're mine remember. She is nothing to me." Baelish tried to convince his darling girl. "Just an annoying and obsessive bitch that thinks I'm in love with her. Her name is Lysa Arryn and she's your aunt." Probably best to tell her it all at once rather than keep stopping and starting.
"What?" Sansa wiped away tears.
Petyr sighed.
"She's your mother's sister. We all grew up together and she's been obsessed with me for as long as I can remember. I've been trying to convince Jon Arryn to merge his company with Lion and Stag or at least form a partnership for years. He says I'm too nakedlyambitious. Lysa is his wife and nothing but a means to an end." Petyr was relieved to feel Sansa relax in his arms a little. "I don't love her, I don't even like her and I certainly won't replace you."
"So... so I can stay?" His girl asked while trying not to sniffle. "Be with Master?"
"Yes, of course." Baelish pressed a kiss to the top of Sansa's head before pulling away just enough to look at those beautiful eyes, still no eye contact, never would be. "How about we go home and you show me all the clothes you bought? I'd love to see."
"Okay, Mater." Sansa managed, he could still hear the fear in her tone but it was far more subtle than just a few moments ago.
Uncertainty clung to her like a shroud but all her Master did was try to assure her and make Sansa feel safe. He told her that she was important and special, Sansa wanted to believe him and she did everything in her power to silence the voice in the back of her head screaming he doesn't want you. When her tears had fully stopped Petyr went up to Ros' apartment to get her things and then took his girl home.
Petyr didn't care what people thought about him but with Sansa it was different, he cared what she thought.
XXXX
Night had well and truly set in by the time Petyr, Sansa, Lady and little Tristan got home, the boy was already asleep in her arms and Lady kept yawning in the back seat; which was rather disconcerting to see in his rear view mirror. As soon as they stepped into the house and Petyr had flicked on the lights Sansa started speaking.
"Can Tristan and I go to bed?"
tell she was still hurt and confused, from Sansa's point of view she had no right to be jealous and hurt but she was anyway. Baelish sighed.
"Of course you can, Sweetling. Come here first though."
The redhead obeyed and let Petyr engulf her in his arms along with Tristan, he just held her for a moment or two.
"Lysa Arryn is nothing but an annoyance to me." He told her again, firmly getting that message into her head.
"Master doesn't have to explain. I'm yours, you can do what you want." Her voice was quiet.
"Trust me Sansa, she is not what I want." Petyr leaned in to press his lips to her own, it only took a moment for her to kiss him back. "You're my special girl. What are you?"
"Yours, Master."
"Close enough." He kissed his girl again. "Off to bed with you..." A sudden thought popped into his dangerous little mind. "... or would you like a bath?"
Petyr hadn't physically bathed her since the first night she'd spent with him, Sansa felt drained but she could see the way her Master's eyes ghosted over her delicate form and Tristan was already asleep. He looked like he really wanted to and she couldn't say no to him, never him.
"Please, Master." Though the redhead didn't look up she could feel Petyr grinning.
then and I'll be there in a few minutes."
Sansa nodded and obeyed her Master carrying Tristan into her bedroom and setting him down on the couch surrounded by pillows she used as his bed. Petyr appeared behind her a few moments later holding a cut crystal glass of his favoured whiskey, he took a sip before speaking.
"No more of that, Sweetling." His voice was deep and dominant. "I have a present for young Tristan." He took another sip.
"You do?" Sansa grinned with excitement.
"Yep. Come on." Petyr gestured for her to follow him and left the room while drinking the last of his whiskey. "Bring Tristan."
The redhead pulled the sleeping child back into her arms grateful that he didn't stir, the raven haired little boy was a good sleeper, ballerina flat clad feet followed along the hallways and stopped a room that thinking about it Sansa had never entered before. Petyrreached for the door handle but came to a sudden halt and turned back to his girl and new son.
"Close your beautiful blue eyes, Sweetling." He told her softly. "We're going to do this like a... family surprise."
Sansa's lips upturned in a little simper, the word family wasn't normally used around Sansawithout murder or dead being in the same sentence somewhere, she liked the way Petyrsaid the word though because it felt like the beautiful future rather than the evil past. His girl shuffled Tristan in her arms and did as requested, Petyr just looked at her for a time taking in just how gorgeous Sansa really was and revelling in the amount of trust she granted him. Soon though she started to show signs of worry and it was only then that the Cleaner realised how long they'd been stood in silence, it snapped Baelish back to the world around him and took hold of his girl's elbow so he could lead her into the room.
Her feet moved slowly, careful so as not to trip over something but as soon as she stood in the centre of the room she felt Petyr press a kiss to her forehead; she was the only one to ever see his tender side.
"Open."
Sansa gasped when her azure orbs flew open to find a wonderfully decorated bedroom just for Tristan. The walls were a deep blue like the ocean at night with light wood furniture and the most adorable little crib she'd ever seen, there were toys lined up on shelves and a chair for Sansa to sit and read to him; she felt like crying. Petyr had done it so as he could have Sansa back to himself, he could see she liked it but Baelish asked her anyway.
"Do you like it, baby girl?" He asked from behind her.
Said baby girl started to nod frantically with a gargantuan grin.
"Yes! Yes, Master!"
Only a short time ago Sansa had no idea how to feel, how to cry or laugh, yet now right in front of him he saw her happy and full of life, something she'd never thought possible for herself. Petyr was cunning, ambitious, sarcastic, highly observant and just a little bitsadistic but Sansa was the brave one, full of courage and strength.
"This is why I had you out of the house all day. People have been bringing furniture in."
"People did all this in one day?"
"When you have as much money as I do then yes, it takes a day." She felt his hands on her hips pulling her back to his chest, he still held the glass but it had long since been emptied. "Now." He began while pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "Put Tristan in his nice new bed and let your Master give you a bath."
With one more kiss Petyr left the room probably to get another glass of rich amber liquid. Sansa looked around the room with a sparkle in her dazzling eyes, she snuggle a still sleeping Tristan closer.
"Look what your daddy did for you." Somehow that word just seemed right, and no matter how aloof he acted towards Tristan, Sansa knew he cared. "Isn't it beautiful?"
There was no response though since the boy snoozed peacefully in her arms, he looked utterly adorable when she settled him down in his new crib and tucked him up in his pale blue blanket. She took one of the toys down from the shelf, a brown bear with a little green bow, and pressed it into his sleeping arms. Her Master had a plan for the boy now, something about legacy but Sansa knew he was growing to care for Tristan, even if he denied it.
Night Tristan." She whispered.
"Mama." Muttered the boy before drifting back to sleep.
The boy really had given her a purpose. She left the room as quietly as possible and headed towards the Master bedroom's en suit. Inside the white room stood Petyr by the bathtub watching it fill with hot water, his suit jacket had vanished and the sleeves of his Dublin green shirt had been rolled up as far as they would go; the glass had been refilled and hung loosely from one hand while the other tattooed one tested the temperature of the water.
"Thank you for Tristan's room. It's beautiful."
Petyr turned to face her and took another little sip of his whiskey, his normally perfectly trimmed moustache was starting to look messy thanks to the day's stubble build up, it was almost like seeing behind his mask.
"I'm glad you like it. Since he now has the name Baelish I thought it was time he had a room of his own. Now, come here and let me take your clothes off." He grinned.
A year ago those words would have terrified her into paralysis and she'd be lying if she said that there wasn't still a spark of horror in the back of her mind, if her body didn't tense every time she heard a loud noise, always would be. Now Sansa felt a surge of strength and courage as well that came directly from him. He made her brave.
The redhead crossed the room to her Master and watched as he set his glass down by the basin before starting to undress her, she wore a silk blouse in a pale peach with little buttons that popped open quickly and slid down off her shoulders to the floor. Sansa had felt no embarrassment for nakedness in as long as she could remember. Lips were pressedto each and every one of the scars coating Sansa's pale neck, they were fading now she had a proper diet and sunlight but they would never be gone. Her waist high black skirt was next to fall followed quickly by purple panties and a matching bra, she was utterly stunning to Petyr, so beautifully perfect.
Much to her surprise Baelish pressed a kiss to her soft lips then leaned in and lifted her over into the bath where he set her down gently. Master is stronger than he looks, muttered her mind. The water was soothing on her skin, warm and relaxing, her Master knelt beside her with an easy smile rested on his lips. For a few moments of pure bliss he ran his long fingers up and down her milky thigh under the lavender scented water letting Sansa rest happily. Just after her eyes fell shut and her head drifted backwards to rest on the rim of the bath Petyr soaped up a dark green wash cloth and started to wipe away the sins of the day. Sansa had never felt so cared for, so treasured and she reviled in every single second of it, this is how life should be. She was his now, only his, and an owner needed to take care of his girl.
Time stopped as the steam drifted around the room and he muttered sweet nothings to her as she bathed, little things like that's a good girl, and, so beautiful, to be honest the redhead wasn't completely sure if he knew he was talking, the again did it matter?
Once the bath water cooled he helped her out and dried her off with a fluffy white towel that smelt faintly of him. Sansa was in heaven, paradise, whatever people wanted to call it. Her Master even dried her hair for her, brushing it softly banishing the knots and tangles until nothing but delicate fire red locks were left.
Utter peace.
