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SWEET CHILD OF MINE

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"Mister Stark?" – a voice behind him asked politely.

"Yes?" – he turned and his eyes opened like saucers when he saw the beauty standing in front of him.

"Hello, my name is Cersei Lannister. I was Arya's instructor." – she said.

"Yes, I remember you. My daughter couldn't stop talking about you after her lessons." – that was an understatement. Arya had admired the woman since she had won the gold in the Olympics a few years back and one of her goals was to be as good as her and be able to compete in the Olympics when she was older. 'Something that is not going to happen anymore.' He thought bitterly, silently cursing his wife.

"Is she going to return to her lessons? She is greatly missed."

"I don't think so. Lately she had been having some doubts about continuing."

"That's a shame. But maybe you could convince her. She has shown great potential to compete professionally." – she explained and he was surprised and sadder at the same time.

"Miss Lannister..."

"Cersei." – she corrected him with a smile.

"Cersei." – he repeated. – "I'm sure you have read the papers about my and her mother's divorce." – Actually he was almost certain she had. He was one of the most powerful men in the country so when he had been spotted leaving his house with several suitcases, it hadn't been long before news of his divorce were common knowledge. Fortunately nobody seemed to know about her daughter's attack.

"Yes, I read about it in the papers and I'm sorry." – he narrowed his eyes. She didn't seem that sorry. – "But I still think it would be a good way to get Arya distracted since it can be hard for a little girl to deal with something like this on her own."

'If only you knew.' thought Ned.

"Maybe I could talk to her and convince to return. It would be a real shame to lose such a talented girl like her." – she offered sincerely.

And Ned, not knowing exactly why, ended up inviting her to go for a cup of coffee, where he told her everything that had happened to his child and the cause for the divorce.

Cersei has looked horrified and near tears by the time Ned had ended his story and seeing her so shaken had moved him, making him cover her hands with his in a small sign of comfort.

"Is there anything I can do?" – she asked him.

"I... I don't know. I wish I could say yes, but not even I know what to do. She won't do sports anymore. She is usually hiding in her room and even refuses to go to football matches with us." – he confessed. Right now he was willing to take any piece of advice.

"Would you allow me to visit her? Maybe I could talk to her." – she offered.

"I'm not sure if that would be a good idea..."

"Please." – she begged him and looking into her green eyes, he found himself nodding in acceptance and receiving a beautiful smile in return.

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The very next day Cersei arrived and coincidently Arya was the one who answered the door.

"Hello, Arya." – she greeted the girl.

"Miss Lannister! What... What are...?"

"I just wanted to see my best student. You haven't been to the club in a while." – Cersei said nonchalantly.

"I..." – Arya didn't know what to say that wouldn't offend her idol.

"Do you want to go for an ice cream? I just saw a nice park two blocks from here."

"But my dad isn't home." – she liked her teacher but it was something else to go out without her father's permission.

"We can call him if you want." – Cersei had already gained permission to take her out, but it would soothe the little girl to listen to her dad's explicit permission.

Arya let her enter the house and quickly called Ned, who to both her joy and horror allowed her to go. Twenty minutes later both were enjoying their ice creams and watching the ducks swimming in the pond.

"How have you been, little dove?" – Cersei asked.

"Fine." – was all she answered.

"That didn't sound like a good fine."

"I am fine." – she repeated and Cersei accepted her answer without pushing.

They spent the rest of their outing walking around the park and later Cersei took her home and left after promising her to return.

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Their next outings happened in the same manner, sometimes even including Robb and Bran but mostly just the two of them. And little by little Arya had started warming up to the woman, feeling proud and honoured that the renown fencing champion wanted to spend her free time with her.

One night, the boys had pleaded Cersei to bring her fencing equipment and show them some moves. She had pleased by the request, of course, since this could be a great opportunity for Arya to finally face her demons. Everything seemed fine at the beginning and Cersei was pretty sure Arya was just as eager as her brothers to have her turn with the sword, but then Bran had begged to be next and Arya started screaming and crying, scaring the three of them.

Cersei took a deep breath and after assuring both boys and leaving them with their caretaker, took Arya to her room. Once there, they both sat on the couch and Arya, still crying, climbed into her lap and hugged her, hiding her face in the woman's bosom.

"What is it, my dear?"

"I... I..." - she sighed, not ready to talk yet.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me okay?"

"I don't want to get hurt!" – she sobbed several minutes later, finally expressing what she hadn't been brave enough to tell anyone.

"Nobody is going to hurt you, Arya." – Cersei assured her, hugging her and rubbing her back.

"Mother will hurt me if I keep practising fencing!" – Arya continued.

"Shhhh... It's ok. Shhh… Nobody is going to hurt you, my dear."

"She..."

"Catelyn Stark will never lay another finger on you, you hear me? I promise."

"But if Bran gets hurt and she finds out..."

"Listen to me, little dove." – Cersei started, cupping her chin to make her look her in the eye. – "That woman will never hurt again. Nor Robb or Bran. I know you and you would never hurt your brothers on purpose. Actually, do you want to hear something funny?"

"What?" – Arya whispered.

"When I was about your age, my brother and I started fencing too and we often practised in our room. And then one day I tripped and cut him with my sword."

"Did you hurt him?"

"A little. But he simply stood up and we continued practising. Later he went to our mother to get him patched up. And you know what?"

"What?"

"He squealed like a girl while mom was healing him."

Arya couldn't stop the giggle that came out of her mouth, making Cersei smile in turn.

"What I'm trying to say is... don't worry if you or someone else gets hurt, it's part of training. It's part of life. Believe, I know. – she finished, showing Arya her left arm, were several scars were visible.

"Wow!" – Arya touched her arm carefully, feeling every mark on the woman's skin.

"What do you say? Should we go back downstairs and see what your brothers are up to?"

"Yes!"

They spent the rest of her visit in the backyard and later watching films until Eddard returned for dinner, after which Cersei stated it was time to leave. She said goodbye to the children and their father, but when she was about to pull out of the driveway, Arya came running towards her.

"Can... can I... come tomorrow to practise? – she asked very softly.

"Of course, little dove." – was the answer she got, followed by a soft caress on her cheek.

So it was with a light heart that Arya returned to her lessons with a new found energy, getting better every time. She started taking part in small tournaments and impressing everyone with her nearly flawless technique and gaining invitations to other important tournaments.

It was due to those tournaments that Ned and Cersei became closer and when Arya was announced as victor in a regional tournament he gathered up his courage and kissed her passionately. The blond responded to the kiss from the beginning and only pulled apart when Arya called their names. They turned red with embarrassment but Arya didn't seem to mind at all, only expressing how hungry she was and that she wanted to eat out.

That same night, Ned tried to talk to his daughter, but once again his little girl surprised him.

"Robb and I know you like each other, dad. Even Bran has noticed." – she revealed.

"And what do you think?" – he asked a bit worried. After all, it was one thing to know and another to accept something like this.

"I like her. Are going to marry her?" - Ned couldn't help but smile.

"It's too soon, little one. We'll see."

When he went to see his boys, the conversation went pretty similarly. At least until Bran did something that left him feeling elated and a bit worried at the same time.

"If you get married, can I call her mommy? – the innocent 5 year old asked.

"Only time will tell, Bran. Now time for bed."

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Weeks passed and the new couple became closer. Sometimes Cersei spent the night at his house but they still hadn't been intimate in consideration to his children. And they were so horny that one night he simply grabbed after she had put Bran to bed and kissed her passionately while pushing her against the wall.

She responded with the same passion and at his insistence, she wrapped one of her long legs around his hip, feeling his jean-covered erection rubbing against her womanhood. She pushed against him, forcing him to release her mouth and bury his head on her neck, covering it with kisses and little bites, making her gasp and clung to him harder.

"Ned... Ned..." – she whimpered, fisting his hair in her fingers and encouraging him to keep biting her.

"Cersei... I love you." – he confessed.

"Oh, God! I… I love you too." – she said, capturing his lips again.

After that, he grabbed her ass and lifted her, prompting her to wrap both legs around him while already fighting to take his shirt off. By the time they got to his bedroom, both their shirts were missing. He threw her on the bed and both hurried to get rid of the rest of their clothes and as soon as that was accomplished he got on top of her, being cradled between her legs. He continued kissing her lips and neck while covering her gorgeous breasts with his big hands. She could only hold on to his shoulders and moan. She had desired this for so long that now that it was really happening, she felt she was going to pass out from the pleasure she was experiencing. And once he moved his lips to her nipples, she had to bite her hand hard to muffle her scream.

"I want to hear you." – Ned told her, moving her hand and smiling playfully at her.

"The children..." – she argued.

"I had this room soundproofed." – he confessed, lowering his head once again and biting her left nipple.

"Oh God!" – she moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist again, crossing her ankles to stop him from leaving her. Her partner responded by biting her harder. – "Ned... take me... take me..." – she begged, moving her hips and rubbing her wet pussy against his engorged flesh.

"Cersei..." – Ned groaned.

"Take me..." – he pushed one of his hands between them to grasp himself and covered her mouth with his to swallow her scream before he entered her roughly. Even though she couldn't scream freely, she ran her nails down his back, breaking skin and forcing him to push into her harder.

"You... are... so... tight… so... perfect..." – he said keeping rhythm with his thrusts, driving both crazy. Moments later, Cersei pushed him away and seeing his confused look, she turned around on all fours and looked him her shoulder.

"Take me like th... ahhhh..." – she hadn't even finished talking when Ned was inside her again. He grabbed her hips so hard that he was sure she would carry his marks on her hips for the next few days.

'She will carry the marks I make on her body. The proof that she is mine now. Only mine.' he thought, biting his lower lip in ecstasy and fucking her as hard as he could.

"Yes... there... fuck me right there..." – Cersei was moaning almost incoherently, holding onto the sheets in a vain effort to remain conscious. – "Ned... Ned... Oh, NED!"

"Cer...sei... fuck!" – he swore, feeling her wet pussy tighten around his member and triggering his own climax before he collapsed on top of her. Minutes later he lay on his back and Cersei hurried to rest her head on his chest, tired but satisfied.

"I love you." – she repeated once she had recovered her breath.

"I love you too, Cersei." – he replied smiling and caressing her naked back with the tip of his fingers. They were about to kiss again when someone knocked on the door, making her jump and try to find something to put on. He too struggled to find his pants before going to the door.

"Daddy." – Bran greeted him when he opened it, carrying his favourite teddy bear.

"What happened, Bran?" – he picked him up and his son hid his face in his neck.

"A bad dream, daddy. Can I sleep with you, daddy?" – he asked innocently. Ned looked at Cersei and saw her nodding and arranging the bed covers for the three of them.

Ned brought him close to the bed and soon Bran extended his little arms towards the woman, asking her silently to take him.

"It's okay, baby. You dad and I will make sure the monsters don't come." – she soothed him, laying him in the middle of the bed. Than both grown-ups got settled too and Bran immediately hugged her.

"I love you, mommy." – he whispered, hiding his face in her bosom. Cersei was so shocked she didn't say anything. But without noticing she smiled and looked at her boyfriend.

He was smiling too.

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A/N: Only one more chapter to go.

Happy Valentine's Day to all of you and remember that we don't always have to have someone to be happy. We can still have fanfics and food, which is practicaly the same (for me at least). Have a lovely day :D