~Elena~

I took my time walking through the quiet halls, trying to calm my nerves as I made my way to Tyrion's chambers. Making sure that no one saw me before I slipped through the door. He'd had someone come clean up a bit. The dust was gone and the grime on the windows cleaned. There were books from the library and new blankets on the bed. I poured myself a glass of wine while I waited, nearly spilling it on myself as my hand shook. Why am I so nervous? I questioned silently as I gave up on the drink venture and merely waited patiently. He arrived not long after, a worried look on his face as he removed his gloves and threw them on the nearby table.

"Hello, my lord." I greeted with a small smile. The worried look increased, his eyes growing wide, as he rushed over, taking my shaking hands in his.

"It is dangerous for you to be here." He stated before he placed a gentle kiss to my lips. I frowned, that nervous flighty feeling returning.

"I think we may have a problem involving a mutual interest." I replied, wondering if it was a bad idea coming to him. Maybe I should have gone to Lord Varys.

"Did anyone see you?" He asked as his eyes started shifting towards the door nervously.

"No." I spoke, looking at the door as well, wondering what or who he was waiting for.

"Are you sure? My father... Having you killed would be the high point of his week. You have to be absolutely certain." I remember hearing something like that. Tywin threatening to kill any 'whore' Tyrion brought to his bed, but I was no whore, and I had no intentions of being killed. I kissed him again, trying to take away his worry as I trailed my hand along his scarred cheek. He sighed contentedly before looking up at me, taking my hands in his.

"Alright." He spoke with a small smile. "What is this problem?"

"Sansa spoke with Lord Baelish, and I'm not entirely sure of his intentions. His friend warned me about him." He looked at me, face etched with confusion.

"Baelish doesn't have friends." He stated as he searched my face.

"I don't know her name." I admitted sheepishly.

"Oh Ros, the red head?" I looked at him then, wondering if I should even ask.

"Do I even want to know how you know her?" I asked looked down at our hands.

"I try to know as many people as I can. You never know which ones you might need." He reasoned with a sheepish smile.

"How many times?" I asked before I meant to. He sighed deeply, knowing exactly what I meant.

"Once. Well, twice. But I have slept with no one else since I met you. On that you have my word." I laughed, shaking my head at him as he ran his hand up my thigh. I smacked it away playfully.

"Back to the problem at hand."

"Alright." He sighed, though he was smiling lightly. "What did she say about Littlefinger?"

"That Sansa shouldn't trust him." He looked at me with raised eyebrow before chuckling.

"Is there an idiot in any village who trust Littlefinger?" I rolled my eyes at how he wasn't taking this seriously.

"I took a vow to protect her. I assumed you'd want the same."

"Now that the Lannisters have discarded her, Sansa will have many suitors. She's a great beauty with a very old name." I shouldn't have been jealous, but I couldn't fight the feeling. Tyrion had been acting more distant, perhaps it was because he'd developed affections elsewhere.

"A great beauty is she?" I spoke only half playing as I shoved him lightly.

"Yes. Well, I mean objectively, she is a great beauty. Her face is quite pleasing..To other men and women. People in general. But not to me of course. I only have eyes for you." He stammered as he grabbed my hands again. I admit, I got a little pleasure from seeing him struggle and at a loss for words.

"Would you rather have her? She is a child." I spoke curiously. He sighed deeply before walking over to sit on the bed.

"I don't even want to talk about her."

"But you are."

"Only because you're making me." Well I never. I walked over then, leaning down so he'd have to look me in the eyes.

"I didn't open your mouth and force those words to come tumbling out." I snapped as I grabbed his cheeks to prove a point.

"This is cruel and unfair. This is cruelly unfair."

"Oh so cruel. Elena is so cruel to me." I teased as he looked up at me with large eyes.

"Oh yes." He hummed before he captured my lips.

"Am I cruel now?" I asked, voice breathy as I unbuckled his jacket. He chuckled as he ran his hand down my cheek, fingers lingering on my neck.

"Only if you stop." He whispered. "But please, you musn't come here again. It's not safe." Then he was kissing me again. It was so hard to concentrate when my mind was awhirl with emotion. The lingering taste of wine on his lips sweet against my tongue.

"Do you hear me?" He asked as he broke away, but I wasn't listening. My body filled with to much need. "You've come to a dangerous place, full of dangerous people." He breathed as I trailed kisses down his neck, hands quickly sliding his jacket down his arms.

"I am a dangerous woman too." I finished, before no more words were spoken.