"Do you remember anything that happened last night?" I asked.

"No," Petyr said moodily. He rolled over to his side to get a better look at me. "Was it good?"

"Oh, yeah!" I replied, quickly covering my mouth to suppress my sudden fit of nervous giggles.

"Really?"

"Yeah." I bit my lip at him, while trying not to think about everything he had done.

"Fucking hell!" He cursed. "What did I do?"

I bit my lip harder at him, and shrugged my shoulders at him in reply.

"Fucking- hell," he repeated, before he pinned me down on the bed.

"Are you going to do it again?" I asked, while stroking the long strands of grey hair along his temples.

"Do you object?"

"No."

"Good."

Our bodies began to swim across the silken sheets, bobbing up and down atop the perilous sea. His breath was like salt air, his skin tasted bittersweet, but it was his mouth that washed me ashore till I slammed into the headboard. His tantalizing tongue pinned me down upon the smooth rocks, and rocky crags. His hands were as restless as the birds of the air, fluttering here an there without a care. That portend sun, which rudely shined through windows and curtains should have signaled the end, but Petyr's body eclipsed the blinding rays. Darkness, darkness, darkness. Why was there always darkness with him?

"Did I do this?" Petyr asked, as he sucked at my breasts. "Or did I do this?"

His thumb entered into my core, forcing his way through the barrier till I wringled beneath him. I bit my lip down hard as I peaked, felling the throbbing pressure between my thighs. I moaned out his name, as he held me in ecstasy.

"Or like this?" Petyr asked, as he applied more pressure till I whimpered in pain and then moaned from the sudden wave of pleasure he gave me. Petyr abruptly removed his hand, and slipped his body away from me. The sun's obtrusive rays blinded me, and so I had lost sight of my lover, but then I felt his grizzly beard against my bare legs.

"Petyr?" I asked anxiously, as the tingling sensation climbed up my inner thigh.

"I just wanted to have a look," Petyr said in a low tenor. "It is even more beautiful than I imagined."

My cheeks flushed into a bright shade of red, a similar colour to the unruly bush down below.

"I have missed that colour," Petyr mused, before his grizzly beard grazed through the coppery briar. His soft lips cemented itself there, cherishing the secret bower- this untouched territory. He let his chin rest there, while he looked up at me. "Do you trust me?"

"No."

"Smart girl." He blinked up at me with tired, languid eyes, reminiscent from the night before. Nevertheless, they glowed fervently, as he took in my pale ivory skin basking in the warm sunlight.

"What do you want, Petyr?" I asked, noting the suspicious looking lines trailing around his mouth as he grinned up at me.

"I already have what I want… it's right here in front of me."

"Hmmmm, that is nice, Petyr. But I'd rather you show me."

Petyr's jaw dropped. "Seven Hells, Sansa," he groaned, before he shifted himself backward till he was no longer in view. I was getting ready for the inevitable, closing my eyes with anticipation, but the loud clattering of a carriage outside our window forced Petyr's head to pop up off the bed. "Who the devil is that?"

He crawled out of the bed and unashamedly walked butt-naked towards the window. He stealthily peaked through the cracks of the curtain, and only then did he freeze in place from whatever caught his eye.

"What is it?" I asked, not liking the stony, impassioned profile Petyr was slowly taking on the longer he looked out the window. I've seen that expression only once before. "Petyr?"

It was Littlefinger that turned his head, and looked at me with that cold, blank expression. "Get dressed."

"What is it?" I asked again, but this time there was an edge to my voice. "What are you not telling me?"

"Lysa."

"Oh," I said mournfully. Of course, she would have to come now. I looked up to see Petyr watching me, probably wondering why I haven't snuck out of his bed yet. Oh no, not this time, I thought defiantly, before I sprawled myself out on the bed in front of him.

"Sansa?"

"What's the matter? Your afraid you'll get caught fucking me?"

Petyr blinked at me in confusement, tilting his head to the side while contemplating my unaccountable behaviour. He pursued his lips with slight annoyance before he warned, "I mean it…"

"Maybe, we should have her walk in the middle of it," I interrupted, and sat up to see his reaction. I licked my lips at him and added, "Or let her see me pleasure you."

"Sansa," Petyr said in a raspy voice, making it clear that he didn't entirely object to the idea.

We could hear the front door slam shut in the far corners of the house. She's here, I though, and smiled up at Petyr with newfound pleasure. I rubbed the crumbled bed sheets in front of him, and said, "Come, Petyr, I'll make it all better."

The staircase started to creak as a lonely figure ascended the steps. Petyr panicked, and quickly grabbed my arm to lead me into his washroom. "Stay here, and don't make a sound," He warned in the severest of tones. The walls shook, after he shut the door behind him, and then I could only hear soft shuffling sounds as Petyr cleaned up after our mess.

Shivering in the cold I picked up his robe and draped it over my shoulders. A part of me wanted to intrude on the betrothed reunion, but common sense got the better of me. I stayed where I was, even when I heard Petyr's chamber room door unlock and open widely to let the intruder in.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Lord Baelish, but Lady Lysa is waiting for you downstairs. She is most eager to see you."

"Yes," Petyr said absent-mindily. "Tell her I am unwell, and will be downstairs as soon as I can."

"Yes, m'lord."

"And let Alayne sleep in," he quickly added. "She was taking care of me last night, and I don't think she had a wink of sleep. She can come downstairs when she's ready."

"I understand."

"Then you may go." The door was promptly shut and locked behind him. I heard Petyr stalking his way back to the bathroom and opened the wooden door moodily. "You need to go."

"Do you really want to send me away, already?" I teased. I took in the furry blanket wrapped around his waist, and laughed at the amusing spectacle. I slinked out of his robe and asked, "Where you looking for this?"

Petyr dropped the furry blanket wordlessly, and reached over for his robe. I bent down on the floor, and handed it to him instead, ensuring I was right in front of his swollen cock. "Did I do that?" I asked, lightly stroking his member with my dainty fingers.

"You need to leave," Petyr reminded me, though he made no effort to move away.

"You know last night you asked me to do something most unseemingly, but now that I've had time to think about…"

"Don't," Petyr warned.

"It doesn't sound like a bad idea, after all," I said, and then looked up at his darkened features. It was then that I repeated back to him, "I know you want it. I know I want it. I know Lysa doesn't ever have to know."

"Sansa, please," He started, but it ended abruptly as I licked the length of his hardened member. Petyr whimpered before me, muffling his cries with his tightened lips. I moved around to the other side, feeling the rough grooves along my slick, wet tongue.

"Should I take all of it, as well?" I taunted, enjoying the sight of his red-hot face.

It was then that we heard a sharp rap on the door. Knock, knock, knock, a most abhorring sound to our ears. Petyr suddenly moved away from me, and pounded the wall with his fist in frustration.

"Petyyyrrrrr!" called out his betrothed. "Are you in there?"

Petyr groaned. He layed the palms of his hands flat on the wall and pressed his brow against the wooden plank in front of him in defeat.

"I think you should get it," I said mockingly. I have never felt more sinful pleasure than the sight of Petyr's cock jutting out of his crisp white robe, as he sullenly stalked his way to the chamber room door to greet his future wife, Lysa Arryn.