I stood on top of Caledeen Cliffs, taking in the breathtaking scene before me. They say this is the best view in all of The Fingers, and how could it not be when I saw the quaint white marble stones nuzzled in the tall stalks of grass, and beyond it the steel grey sky and rolling sea. I could see almost all of The Fingers from here, it truly was a magnificent sight.

I kneeled before the marble tomb stones and studied the names chiselled upon them. Petyr's ancestors were buried here, all lined up in a neat little row just edges away from the cliff. I placed my hand atop of Petyr's mother's grave, and said a silent prayer for her soul, just as my mother had taught me to do when I was a small child. A sigh escaped me, as I rose up from the ground and began to look at the other graves. I noticed a dark shade of azure blue peeking out from one of the stones. It was a prairie gentian flower; the last surviving flower on this cold autumn's day, a remnant of the warm summer days that once blessed these rocky cliffs. Those pleasant days are gone now- Winter is Here. I was twirling the vibrant blue flower between my finger and thumb when I heard a soft tread behind me.

"I thought I'd find you here," a familiar voice said behind me.

"Oh," I said, as I turned around to face Petyr. "And why is that?"

"A little bird told me."

"Freyes?"

"Freyes," he assented, and walked towards me in a care-free manner, as though he had all the time in the world.

"What's that?" I asked, noticing Marg's tartan blanket was tucked underneath his arm.

"A present," he teased, while he pulled it away from his body and handed it to me.

"You've given me better."

"I have, haven't I?" he remarked in a curious tone. The corner of his lips tugged into a smile, but he quickly banished it as he uttered, "It was Freyes idea."

"Oh, Freyes! He's always worrying about me. Did you know he didn't want me to go out alone?"

"Yes, I know. He was quite adamant that I hurry after you," he remarked. Again, his lips started to twitch into a smile, but Petyr was quick to snuff it out. He is definitely up to something. He tilted his head to the side and in a deep husky voice he said, "I am curious why you did not ask Braes to come with you."

"Well…" I stammered out, while I took a few steps away from him. Does he know? Did Sir Dale tell him?

"Yes, Sansa," Petyr drawled, his steps quickly mimicking my own until I was on the cliffs edge.

"I didn't…"

"Didn't…" he echoed. I could go no further, already I could hear the roaring of the sea beneath me.

"I didn't encourage him."

"Hmmm," Petyr muttered, as he stroked the shadow of his beard. There was nothing for him to stroke now for his face was completely shaven. Lysa had insisted he cut it all off, and Petyr had no choice but to comply.

"It's not how it looks," I said out of desperation.

"Strange," he mused. "Strange that Braes should come into my office this morning and ask for your hand."

"I never said yes."

"But you didn't say no."

"Petyr, I-"

"What am I to think, Sansa," he drawled out with annoyance.

I fidgeted with the blanket, unable to form a single sentence under his heated gaze. Petyr pursed his lips to the side of his mouth, making his jawline tighten from the strain. "I told him no," Petyr finally said, "And when he comes looking for you I hope you tell him the same."

I nodded my head in understanding, before I averted my gaze. Petyr walked towards me and closed the awkward gap between us. In a soft voice he asked, "Tell me, Sansa, what is the matter?"

"I'm miserable."

"You haven't been yourself lately," he observed, while he tried to catch my downcast eyes.

"I wish you never married Lysa," I said bitterly.

"I know, sweetling. For what its worth I wish I never married her too," he whispered, before he kissed me on my brow. "Sometimes I do things that doesn't make sense. But you must remember Lysa is a pawn. And when the time is right I'll-" He cut himself short and let his lips form into a lopsided grin. "Well, I can't tell you everything. Where is the fun in that?"

"Petyr, you are cruel," I sulked.

"No," he drawled, while his eyes flickered between my eyes and lips. "I'm kind. One day, this will all make sense. I promise you that."

I grunted in reply, and pushed my head into his chest. Petyr wrapped his arms around me and brushed his fingers through my hair. "It will be alright, Sansa, you'll see," he said soothingly. He lightly pushed me away from his chest, so he could look me in the eyes. "I need you to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"I need you to not give Braes an answer."

"What?" I exclaimed with disbelief. "But I thought you just said-"

"I changed my mind," he said quickly. "I need you to tell him you wish to think about it, and you'll give him an answer when your ready. I need you to lead him on."

"But why?"

Petyr's lips formed into a menacing grin. His features took no a look I did not like, it reminded me of Littlefinger. "Oh, my sweet Sansa, what did I tell you we need to do in order to win the game?"

"Make unpredictable moves?"

"Yes, and what else?"

"We have to make sacrifices."

"Or what I like to call a necessary evil. Lysa is mine. Being a bastard is yours. But Braes- we must share that burden."

"Share it? I don't understand."

"I have discovered a flaw in my plans," he said quickly, his eyes darkened as he said it. "A happy accident, but it is an inconvenience all the same. When the situation arises, which it will, I need Braes to take the fall."

"Can't it be someone else?" I asked, feeling a strong sense of guilt if Ser Dale should have to suffer an unfortunate fate.

"No, sweetling, it must be him."

"Will you at least tell me why?"

Petyr pursed his lips as his eyes trailed over me. Once satisfied with whatever it was that was gnawing away at his mind, he said, "I cannot. But when the time is right you will know all."

Petyr took my hand and led me away from the cliffs edge. As we walked through the rows of tombs he said, "Come, let us speak where the dead can't here us," and stirred me towards the rocky steps that would lead us to the shore.

Petyr reached for my hand and interlaced our fingers together as we approached the opening of a large cave. The horrid mouth gapped open wide at me, but anything was a relief from the pouring rain that had suddenly washed over us. We hopped over open crags, barely touching the heaving sea as we made our way around the last bend. With one last look behind me I followed Petyr into the darkling cave.

I could vaguely distinguish the sound of rain as we made our way deeper into the cavern. Petyr stopped at a large boulder illuminated by the pale sunlight and began to pile up his wet clothes there: His jacket, his boots, his shirt and finally his soaking wet pants. Once he was completely naked he instructed me to do the same.

"But why? It's cold," I sulked, while shivering from the draft overhead.

"Because if you don't than you'll really catch a cold, and I can't have that," he said in a fatherly tone. He then went over to me and unclasped the complicated buttons of my cloak. Once he stripped it off my shoulders, he hung it up to dry next to his own.

"Did you know this would happen?" I asked suspiciously, as he helped me slip out of my dress.

"I have no control over the weather, Sansa," he teased. He knelt down and slowly inched up my dress. Little by little he saw my feet, my calves, my knees, my thighs, and then he stopped at my hips. His eyes flickered up at me, blazing with desire. The corner of his lips curled into a smile, while his face darkened. I swallowed hard as he pulled off the last of my dress in a slow manner, making each second feel like an eternity until I was completely free of it. The dress dropped down with a splat beside me, before I wrapped my arms around Petyr and kissed him.

"Wait," he said, as he pulled himself away.

"What is it?"

Wordlessly, Petyr knelt down on his knees and began to kiss my feet. Ever so slowly his lips crawled up my leg, making each kiss burn away my icy skin. I pressed my fingers down into his slick wet curls, letting it slide back and forth as Petyr continued to roam around my legs. "Petyr, please," I moaned, hardly being able to stand because of the aching between my legs. He ignored me and continued to make his way upwards till his eyes could look up into my core.

"Are you wet for me," he asked in a husky voice. He placed his lips around it, kissing it with his soft wet lips. "Or do I have to try harder."

I moaned in reply, hating this game he was playing with me. Petyr looked up with tightened lips, trying to contain his laughter. He looked down again and glided his bottom teeth up the inside of my thigh. Nibbling at it lightly, enough to leave a mark before he rose himself slowly till he was facing my stomach. Petyr's firm hands wrapped around me, nuzzling itself at the bottom of my spine. He then planted a long kiss on my stomach before he looked up at me. "I do love you so," he breathed in a voice full of strange energy.

I stroked his dark curls away from his face and whispered, "I know."

Petyr placed another kiss to my stomach before he rose himself up completely, and kissed me with such passion that I was left in a daze. He released one hand from me and grabbed the tartan blanket from the boulder and tossed it on the floor. "Lay down," he ordered in a sharp tone, and spread out the blanket around me.

"So, you did take this for a reason," I exclaimed with slight disbelief.

"It was a necessary precaution," Petyr replied in a smooth voice.

"You planned this out all along, didn't you?"

Petyr's eyebrows arched up at me inquisitively. "And, why would you think that?"

"Because I know you."

Petyr laughed at this, as he crawled on top of me. "Cloaks that are smeared in mud make people ask awkward questions. But a blanket, such a this, can easily be replaced. No one will ever know what we've done."

"What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"Well, you know what they say- misery loves company."

I let out a sharp intake as Petyr pulled me in and began to rock me. I clawed at his back, breathless as he eased himself in.

"Oh, Petyr," I breathed, as my head drifted back upon the floor and he leaned in to plant kisses. My hand wandered up and down his spine feverishly, as his feet teasingly scrapped the sides of my legs. "Petyr- please," I pleaded, as he was dragging out the inevitable.

"Let me take my time, love," he said in between kisses. "We have all the time in the world."

He was right, of course. The rain was coming down hard outside, and it wouldn't stop anytime soon. Petyr paused, he moved back and stroked his thumb down the length of my cheek. "What would you like me to do first?"

"Fuck me," I said without hesitation.

"And after that?"

"What?"

"After- that," he repeated, and licked the outer corner of my lip before he kissed it.

"I don't know," I shot out, unable to think clearly.

"Luckily for you, I have a few ideas," he noted. He leaned in and kissed me zealously, opening up his mouth till he could practically swallow me whole if he wanted too. He slipped inside of me, and rode me at a slow, easeful pace. I rocked underneath, placing my hands at the bottom of his spine to level me. A sigh escaped me as he plunged himself further into me. The sensation was so strong- so pleasant that I grabbed the back of his head and covered his face with kisses. I trailed along his jawline, missing the familiar feeling of his stubble scratching my cheek. I kissed down the side of his neck as well, and I was about to nibble at his throat when he stopped me.

"No marks. I am a married man now."

"Is that so?" I said, while my hands slid down to grab his firm ass. "Tell me, does Lysa touch you like this."

Petyr grunted as I dug my fingers into him. "Does she kiss you like this?" I asked, before I forced my tongue into his mouth to kiss him in the most sinful manner possible.

"Sansa," Petyr moaned, as I flicked my tongue up at him after I had my fill.

"Fuck me, Petyr. And do it hard, or not at all."

Petyr pushed himself into me, rocking me at a vigorous pace till I groaned beneath him. I stretched my legs out further, letting him ram himself all the way into me.

"Seven hells, Petyr!" I whined, the moment Petyr made me peak. A harmonious noise escaped his lips as he laughed, thoroughly enjoying my reaction. His fingers dug into my hips, before he lifted slightly off the ground before he drove into me further. I whimpered like a child as Petyr took me at unwarranted pace. "This is what you asked for," he breathed, as my hips bulked beneath him, and true to his word he fucked me hard.

I was still breathing frantically by the time Petyr eased himself out. "I'll give you a moment to rest," he said slyly. He crawled over to my side and began to lap his tongue all over my breasts.

"Only a moment?" I asked worriedly, not like the way he looked at me from the corner of his eye. He still hasn't had his fill yet.

"Are you tired already, sweetling," he said darkly.

I made a small whimpering sound as his fingers began to swirl around my inner thigh, which was now swollen and extremely tender from the bruises Petyr had just given me from his rough fucking. His hands continued to wander while he hummed a song softly to himself, it was The Donishman's Wife, a favourite of his. The minute he hit the chorus he tore my legs apart and planted himself close to the center.

"Again!" I said with exasperation.

"Only if you want me too?"

"Petyr…"

"Yes, my sweet."

"Do you have any idea what you just did to me?"

"I did exactly what you asked of me," he said with a straight face, but I could see the hidden amusement in the depths of his eyes. He flattened out his hands and rested it at my ankles. Petyr tilted his head slightly to the side as if he was contemplating something. "Hmmm," he murmured, the moment his hands started to glide up my legs. "What should I do next?"

My mouth went dry under his lecherous stare. Petyr pursed his lips as a few thoughts flickered into his mind. "Close your eyes, Sansa."

"Why?" I asked worriedly.

"Because I want you to feel everything."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, like an inquisitive child.

Petyr chuckled low to himself and answered, "What will I not do to you? Close your eyes, Sansa, and lay perfectly still."

I shut my eyes closed, suddenly noticing the eerie silence in the cave. I sighed, feeling my body was ready to sleep when I felt something prodding inside of me. I jumped up, but Petyr quickly pulled me back down and pinned my legs firmly to the ground. I felt the sensation again, circling around the inside of me to my horror. "Petyr," I said in a frightened voice, uncertain of what exactly he was doing to me.

"Yes, my sweet," He said in a strange tone, it was low and hoarse. It was filled with desire.

"What are you doing?"

"I am worshiping you."

"What?"

"Don't you trust me, Sansa?"

"Yes."

"Then believe me when I say I know what I'm doing," he said annoyingly.

He's a brothel keeper, of course, he knows what he is doing.

"Now lie down, and don't move. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Petyr," I said meekly, feeling like a naïve child under his heated gaze.

"Close your eyes," He instructed in a much softer tone.

The prodding feeling started up again. I could feel it moving upwards, slipping into my core. It caused a strange sensation, which made me yelp while my hips bulked upward. Petyr grunted, and pinned me down on the floor again. It went deeper this time, but this time it was not so painful or strange, it was pleasurable. I made a small whimper noise, as Petyr continued, and buckled my hips upward from the sweet sensation. Right on cue, Petyr eased himself into me and began to make love to me again.

"Oh, Petyr," I moaned in pure ecstasy. He bit down on my bottom lips, pulling it out before he let it snap back into place. He was rocking me harder, grinding me against the rocky ground. Finally, I had enough and groaned, "Petyr, please, let me pleasure you back. Please!"

Petyr smiled, it was one of his rare genuine smiles when he was truly happy. "Seeing you like this is all the pleasure I need," he said, while stroking my hair away from my face.

I shook my head at him and said, "Teach me! Show me how to pleasure you, like you have done to me."

"You don't have to do that, you know."

"I know," I answered back, after I gave him a weak smile. "But I want to."

Petyr nodded his head in understanding, before he eased himself out of me. He staggered upwards and motioned me to remain on the floor. "Alright, Sansa, have your way with me," he teased.

"But I thought-"

"You're a grown woman," he interrupted. "I'm sure you can come up with a few things."

I bit my lip up at him. "Does that mean you are completely at my mercy?" I asked in a strained voice. My voice felt dry at the thought of all the things I could do to him.

"Completely."

I let my fingers glide up his cock and asked, "Entirely?"

Petyr visibly shuddered at the contact, before he reluctantly nodded his head in agreement. I glided it upwards again, harder this time as I taunted, "I can't hear you, Petyr."

Petyr bit down at his lips, his face flushed a bright shade of red. I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a squeeze. "Petyr," I purred, watching his eye lids blink open and close slowly. He's losing it, I thought with glee. I released my grip, and leaned in to kiss his swollen cock instead.

"Sansa?" he asked in surprise. Hands that were once busy stroking away my black tresses suddenly stopped and inched my face away from his member. He lifted my chin upwards so that I would face him before he said, "No whore would ever do that."

"I am no whore."

"I know," he said, a small smile escaped him. "You are so much more than that."

"I love you, Petyr. I have no shame in what I do."

"Come here," he said, before he rose me to my feet and took my breath away with his fury of kisses. He suddenly lifted me high into the air until I broke out in laughter. He laughed as well, a rare sound escaped his lips, it was so odd to see deep lines etched into his cheeks and the small dimples that graced the center of it. He's happy, I thought, I made him that way.

The rain was lifting off, but neither of us was willing to venture outdoors. I wished I could stay here forever. When I looked deep into Petyr's grey-green eyes, I knew he felt the same way. He settled me down and stroked the sides of my cheek tenderly, completely enamoured at what he saw.

"Petyr," I said in a hush voice. "Promise me you'll never leave me."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because the future is so uncertain, and Lysa-"

"I will never let her hurt you."

"I know, but-"

"Sansa, I would do anything for you. I'd lay down my life if you asked it. I promise you, I will never let you out of my sight again."

I wrapped my arms around him, and held him tightly. I never wanted this moment to end- not ever.