Thirty-two days. They were down to thirty-two days and Petyr could feel the anticipation inside him building. A small tingle at first that had quickly burst forth into a blazing fire. So close. Sansa was almost his! All his, completely uninterrupted. Thirty-two more days! A month, a single month, Petyr had been waiting years, he could take another month.

Sansa being grounded had lasted just over two weeks, her mother was still angry of course – that was a prerequisite of being Catelyn Stark – but Sansa seemed to have pacified her a little. The whole 'you're going to KLU ' thing had been thoroughly decided, or at least for Cat it had. Sansa and Petyr just thought it best to go along with it until she left for Dorne.

The man with ash at his temples knew he wasn't the only one who'd been counting down the days, Sansa practically vibrated with want to leave home. She wanted him to just show up on the morning of her birthday and whisk her away, but of course he couldn't so that n matter how much they both wanted it. Instead, he'd leave her there a few days and then take her, a week or two maybe, it couldn't look like they'd been waiting for her to turn eighteen... even though that was exactly what they'd been doing. Breaking that news to Sansa though? Petyr wasn't looking forwards to that, she'd be angry and the redhead had every right to be. He'd just have to make it up to her... and then it presented itself. Well, Oberyn Martell presented it. Baelish had waited for the dead of night and then clambered up to Sansa's window and slipped inside as he had several times before.

Once inside he found his girl asleep on her chest with her arms tucked under the pillow she'd balled up to sleep on. The covers had been kicked off so he had the perfect view of Sansa's backside in her little white shorts. Normally Petyr would shake her awake gently with a comforting smile but the sight before him was just too stunning not to play with.

Slowly, Petyr took his suit jacket of and folded it up then stashed it under the bed in case Cat decided to pop in, it was two o'clock in the bloody morning so he doubted she would but one could never be too careful. For a few moments he just looked at Sansa all splayed out before him to play with. Ever so carefully he knelt on the bed and pushed Sansa's tank top up her back so he could kiss up her spine, while his callous fingers trained along her perfect things. When he felt himself harden he pressed himself into her backside as his kisses continued. The redhead started to rouse from her slumber when he slipped a hand into her little shorts to find her core. Sansa groaned. Groaned and pushed back against him in search of more.

"Daddy?" She whispered.

"Hello, Sweetling." He purred into her ear.

"What are you doing here?" Sansa tried to turn over and face him but Petyr wasn't having any of it.

"Admiring the view." He chuckled against her skin as he rubbed himself against her. "Want Daddy to stop?"

"No." Said Sansa a little too quickly.

"Didn't think so."

Petyr pulled Sansa's shorts off and practically ripped open his pants, he pulled her up onto her knees and thrust in deep without any thought to foreplay; his hands gripped her hips tightly as he forced her face first into the pillows.

"Stay quiet, Kitten. Not a peep, understood?"

Sansa nodded frantically as she gripped the bedsheets and forced her face into the pillow to stop the desperate moans that wanted to escape her lips. She liked this, the days that he physically couldn't keep his hands off of her. Both knew this would have to be quiet and fast. One wrong gasp and it would all be over... somehow that made Sansa want it all the more. Petyr's grip on her hips was fierce and dominating, his lips pressed little open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Perfect. When he whispered in her ear she gasped into the ball of fabric she was essentially using as a gag.

"Do you have any idea how much I want to hear you scream? You want to, Sweetling? Want to scream for Daddy?"

Sansa nodded violently as her hips thrust back onto his hard length. Petyr chuckled.

"Mmm, Daddy's little slut."

She felt so tight, so perfect, he loved every inch of Sansa and she certainly loved every inch of him. Sansa felt as though she were in the middle of a vast ocean, just floating as she watched a storm build around her, light rain at first that caressed her skin softly, but soon it grew into a tempest. Skin ablaze with unyielding desperation that washed over her in heavy waves of bliss. Then with a harsh thrust Sansa came and the storm took over and she plunged underneath the water's surface into the too hot ocean, euphoria cuddled her body and clung on tight. Sansa's bliss rushed through her as she clawed at the sheets.

When she tightened around Petyr longed to release deep inside her, paint her with his seed but no, no he couldn't do that to his Sweetling. Reluctantly he pulled out of her and came on Sansa's pale back. The pair collapsed on the bed for a moment and just when Sansa reached to snuggle into him Petyr rose to his feet and went to her bathroom – the only decent part of having to have the hideous pink room – and returned with a cloth to clean her off with. Sansa thanked him sleepily and cuddled into him when he finally fell back onto the bed beside her; Petyr snaked his arms around her possessively.

"Morning, Daddy."

Petyr smirked at that and indulged by tugging her close.

"Morning, Sweetling." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Sansa whispered into his chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to give you some bad news but you just looked so beautiful and I had to have you, Sweetling. Gods, you're beautiful."

Sansa sat up abruptly at that to look at him with an expression that balanced somewhere between concerned and angry.

"Bad news?" She seemed suspicious.

Petyr would have put on that 'I'm sorry' face he used on a regular basis but Sansa knew it was fake and was genuinely sorry he had to leave her. Baelish pushed a loose stand of red hair behind her ear, something he knew soothed her.

"I'm so sorry, my love, so sorry. Do you remember my conversation with Oberyn Martell?" Sansa nodded. "Well, I looked over his proposal and I agree it could be quite the little income boost. There is, however, one problem-"

She cut him off quickly. "Problem? I don't like the sound of problem."

"Neither did I, Sweetling." He sighed. "I have to go to Dorne a few days before your birthday and I won't be back until the following week."

"No!"

"Sansa, shush."

He warned, voice deep, and she quickly quieted down but she continued to glare at him. Normally he'd spank her for her disobedience but Baelish knew he couldn't, not in the Stark house lest he wake them all, instead, he let her throw a silent strop.

"I can't change this, Sweetling. My and Oberyn's schedules are hectic as it is. Do you really think I want to leave you? Do you honestly believe I don't want to be here for your birthday? To make you stay in a place I know you're not happy in?"

Sansa grumbled. "No."

"No, I don't, I want to be here with you. Want to help you move all your things into the penthouse." He paused for a moment. "Come here." It was a command and she knew it, so Sansa obeyed and let Petyr pull her into his lap; she snuggled in close. " I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy. Not happy though."

Petyr smirked. "I'd noticed. Tell you what, I want you to think of something you want. Something stupidly expensive and over the top for me to make it up to you."

The redhead grinned at that. It wasn't that he bought her things, Sansa would have still been happy even if he didn't, no, it was the fact that she could literally pick anything and he'd get it for her. He'd not rest until she had it. He loved her.

"Okay."

"That's my girl." He grinned and kissed her temple. "And I was thinking, I could speak to Cat about letting you take care of Lady while I'm away."

Sansa beamed. "Yes!"

"Thought you'd like that, Sweetling. Do you forgive Daddy?"

After a moment she nodded, of course she did, Sansa always did... eventually.

"Yes, Daddy. I still want you to stay though." She told him sorrowfully.

Petyr sighed. "I know. I want to stay as well, but look at it this way, your family would have been seriously suspicious if I just took you on your birthday. We can use the extra time to our advantage."

"I guess." Sansa mumbled.

Baelish couldn't resist kissing her temple again as he tightened his grip on her.

"I'll make it you to you, promise."

"I get Lady?"

"You get Lady." He vowed softly. "I'll call Catelyn at a reasonable hour. For now," he patted her thigh "shall I just hold you until you fall asleep again?"

Sansa nodded, it was clear that she'd already started to let slumber take her once again. The moon shone through the partially open window onto her porcelain skin giving it a supernatural glow that Petyr soaked up happily. He tucked two fingers under her chin and to make her look at him, so beautiful. With a loving smile, soft and gentle, Petyr pressed his lips to his girl's.

"I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you, Sweetling. Go to sleep now."

Petyr held Sansa until sleep took her again, then and only then did Petyr retrieve his suit jacket, slip it on and flee back through Sansa's bedroom window.