When Petyr missed the turning that would have lead them back to the penthouse Sansa started to grow suspicious, after her mother had shown up she'd wanted to just go home but it looked like that wasn't in the cards. She furrowed her brow but he showed no hint that something was happening, Sansa stayed quiet a short time and tried to figure out where he was taking her but no obvious answers came. The penthouse, arcade, her favourite restaurant and boutique were all in the opposite direction and they'd just missed the turning to the park; something Lady didn't look too pleased about.
The man with ash at his temples watched her out the corner of his eye but said nothing, he was perfectly happy to wait for her to give up and ask. Giving up ended up taking almost fifteen minutes.
"Daddy, where are we going?" She asked sweetly.
Petyr smiled. "To do something you've wanted to do for a while now."
"Punch a Kardashian?!"
He snorted at that, a very unusual sound for him. "Unfortunately not, baby girl. You're smart, it's part of why I love you, you can figure it out."
Sansa knew he wouldn't tell her, wouldn't even give her a better clue. She tapped a lilac painted fingernail to her chin as she thought.
"Something I've wanted to do for a while." She repeated when her cerulean orbs shifted to stare out the window. "We're going out og the city." Sansa mused aloud and Petyr made a small noise of confirmation but didn't take his eyes off the road.
Sansa went on like that for several minutes, she'd mutter to herself as she came up with ideas but none of them seemed right or he'd take a turning and completely cut off her train of thought as invalid. Eventually she ran out of possibilities and sighed as she fell back against the seat and shoved her arm back to tickle Lady's ears.
"I don't know. Tell me? Please, Daddy?"
Petyr shook his head. "No. That'll spoil your surprise. I'll be nice and tell you if you manage to guess it but otherwise no."
The redhead huffed and turned slightly so she could tickle Lady better, she stayed there like that a long time, Petyr's music played quietly – frankly she'd hardly noticed it until then – and Petyr was content to drive in peaceful silence, Lady delighted in the attention and soon Sansa found herself drifting off into slumber. Dreams of Dorne teased her, soon she'd leave King's Landing and even though she wanted to go desperately Sansa didn't want to leave her Daddy. She tucked her feet up on her seat – scuffing the upholstery much to Baelish's annoyance – and let dreams take her; she'd not had much sleep the previous night thanks to the club and her Daddy bending her over the couch.
Every now and again Littlefinger glanced over at his snoozing girl with fondness, to him Sansa was at her most beautiful when sleeping, so perfect and delectable. He hoped she'd enjoy her surprise, he knew she would, Baelish knew his girl better than she knew herself.
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It had taken almost fifteen minutes but Catelyn had eventuality convinced Robb to go home after their 'meeting' with Sansa and she'd gone to meet her sister for a late lunch. The pair sat at a table almost in the very centre of the small Dornish Bistro – and wouldn't Sansa find that ironic if she'd been there – sipping coffee and munching their sandwiches.
"... He's such a sweet boy."
Cat had only been half listening but she got the general gist of it; Robin was perfect. Frankly that kid was on the spectrum and far from perfect. Cat continued to scowl, something that had become a permanent fixture.
"What's wrong with you? You look like you swallowed a bee." Grumbled Lysa when she realised Cat hadn't been listened.
Catelyn sighed and set her coffee cup down. "It's Sansa-"
Lysa quickly cut her off. "Oh, yes, did you ever find where she stormed off to?"
Lysa didn't even pretend to care, just took another bite of her BLT.
"Yes, she's with Petyr." Sneered Cat and Lysa stopped dead, her coffee halfway to her mouth.
The cup went back down and a brief pause hung between them before Lysa's eyes darkened and a scowl appeared on her face.
"What?!"
"I've always known the Devil had a hold of him but to take advantage of such a young and innocent girl..." She trailed off into nothingness.
"He's sleeping with her!"
That drew the attention of several people around them but they soon went back to their meals and ignored and anger the horror in Lysa's voice.
"She's too young for such things and Petyr should know better."
"Well, what did she do to lure Petyr into this?" Asked Lysa as though Sansa were some sort of black widow. "He's not a stupid man, Petyr knows when he's being conned."
Cat just blinked at her sister. "Sansa is just a girl, Lysa, she doesn't lure men in."
The other redhead chuckled and reached for her coffee again.
"Oh Cat, Sansa is eighteen, yes?" Catelyn nodded. "Believe me, she's no child when it comes to men. And of course she'd want Petyr, he's perfect." That was debatable in Cat's mind. "He's wealthy, very smart, powerful, cunning-"
Cat interrupted. "Dangerous."
"That's part of his charm, it makes him more attractive."
Lysa had always been obsessed with Baelish, even when they were children. She'd once climbed into bed with him when she was thirteenth claiming she'd had a bad dream, Cat had found Petyr asleep on the hallway floor a couple of hours later when she'd gotten up for some water, apparently Lysa had thought it a good idea to warm her hands on the inside of his pyjama pants.
"You're right though," Lysa went on. "She doesn't deserve him."
Catelyn opened her mouth to try and calm her sister, to set her straight and avoid the jealousy in her tone but Lysa's phone started to ring rather loudly and soon that anger towards Sansa had shifted to whoever had called.
"I don't care what you think he did, Robin didn't. Yes, I'm on my way."
She hung up then and rose to her feet with a look that could kill.
"Everything alright?"
"Fine! Some whore thinks my darling boy bit one of the teachers at his after school club. They've always had it out for my sweet baby boy."
Lysa stormed off then once again drawing the attention of several other people and leaving her sister with the bill; though there was nothing new there. Cat sighed to herself as she finished her coffee and late lunch, she never should have said anything about Petyr to Lysa.
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When Sansa awoke it was to Petyr shaking her softly, the air was a little colder and she could hear Lady bouncing about in what sounded like leaves. Suddenly she became aware of the fact she wasn't in the front seat of the Aston but laying in the back of his rarely used SUV.
"... Time for your surprise."
It all clicked then, Lady playing so freely, leaves, cooler air and the SUV. Sansa sat up quickly right as Petyr backed up so he could help her out the car. The cabin! It had been so long since she'd seen that cabin, she had kept the picture of it he'd given her years ago in the cover of her favourite book. Sansa beamed, quite how he'd managed to transferred her from the Aston to the SUV without waking her she didn't know but she certainly wouldn't complain.
"You wanted me to bring you back, have done since we went home from here. Surprise, baby girl. And I promise you, when we go back to King's Landing this time, your mother won't be able to take you from me." That wasn't just a promise, it was a vow, she could tell.
"I should have guessed it was the cabin, so obvious." She snuggled into his arms. "I love you, Daddy. Thank you for this."
"You're very welcome, my love. This is just us. You're parents, Robb, the club, bloody Lysa, nothing, is going to get in the way of the next two weeks." He kissed her neck just below her collar. "There's a restaurant that does great seafood other the other side of the lake, we can go now, we don't have to hide we're together. " Another kiss. "Daddy do good?"
Sansa nodded. "Daddy did very good. Love you."
She bounced into his arms then and Petyr happily carried his darling girl inside. They kept their first day – which was really more of a first afternoon – relaxed, Sansa changed out of her school uniform and into something prettier and far more revealing while Baelish prepared dinner that went into the oven to cook slowly. By the time Sansa returned to the large living and kitchen area Petyr had set up Sansa's favourite horror movie and made her Cocoa topped with everything she could have possibly asked for; whipped cream, chocolate shavings, marshmallows, the works, never Cinnamon though since Sansa couldn't stand the stuff.
The pair settled on the couch together to watch – a ritual that made Sansa feel safe and remind her that Petyr was right there with her – and soon she was sat half on top of him while Lady snoozed in an armchair.
"Thank you so much for this." She said as she cuddled in close and sipped her cocoa.
Petyr pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're welcome, Sweetling. It's my job to take care of you. To make you happy. Would you like to go to that restaurant I mentioned tomorrow?" Sansa nodded. "Let me guess, Swordfish?"
"Yep!"
"That's my predictable girl." He smirked and kissed her temple.
Sansa set her mug down then and slid down on to her knees.
"Predictable am I?"
Petyr chuckled lightly. "Yes, my darling girl but wonderfully so."
She opened his belt and grinned up at him, Petyr took a sip of his cocoa like he didn't have an eighteen year old girl on her knees before him.
"Well don't keep Daddy waiting, Sweetling."
