Chapter 7

His meetings kept him occupied until late in the evening. Though he was growing tired, the cold woke Lord Baelish up as he headed straight for Sansa's chambers. He could not stop himself from thinking of her all day. He could not wait until morning to feel her in his arms again. As he neared her door he looked around for anyone who may be walking about in this part of the castle. He did not want anyone seeing him enter her room at such a late hour, out of respect for her reputation.

He knocked quietly and waited for her to open the door. He did not have to wait long. "Petyr!" She breathed excitedly and fell into his arms. They hugged each other tightly and briefly before he ushered her over the threshold so they could be alone. "I have been waiting all day to see you. I must admit that I have missed you." She confessed.

"And I you my little wolf. The day was long and seemingly never ending. I know that I shouldn't be here but I just had to see you before I retired for the night." He leaned towards her and kissed her softly. She melted in his arms and he wrapped them around her tightly.

After a few moments of kissing he set her free. "Do you need help out of that splendid dress my love?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"I thought you'd never ask." She replied haughtily. Sansa turned around and let his deft fingers do their magic on the back of her dress. In no time she felt him sliding the gown down her arms, his hands brushing against every inch of skin they could in the process. He bent down to help her step out of the dress and then carried the heavy garment to her dressing chair. By the time he turned around he found her standing in front of him, completely undressed, glowing in the firelight.

His jaw dropped. She was more beautiful than one should be allowed. Walking towards him, brazen and bold, she let her fingers run down the front of his outer coat from neck to waist. Petyr gulped. He was not used to being seduced, preferring to be the seducer himself. "You're quite the temptress tonight my love." He said, trying to gain back some of the control he had lost.

Without saying a word she began to undo his clothes, a small smile on her lips the whole time. He stood still and allowed her to do as she wished. Once the task was completed he stood before her, just as bare as she was. She smiled down at his length and looking back into his eyes said "My, my Lord Baelish. I did not know that I was to bring a sword with me this evening." Circling around him, her fingers tracing a light circle around his torso, arm, back, arm, and around to the front again. "I find myself at a disadvantage here." She teased.

Placing both of her hands on his chest she walked him backwards to her bed. Once his legs bumped up against it she pushed him down on his back. "Perhaps we should see about sheathing that sword for the time being. What do you say?" She asked, not really a question though.

Petyr was truly at a loss for words. Whoever this woman before him was, he had not met her before, but he instantly loved her. Petyr did not know where she found her courage from but he hoped and prayed that she never lost it. His hands skimmed up her thighs as she straddled him. She sat back on top of his legs and gently held him in her hand. His breath caught in his throat at the feel of her on him. Sansa began to run her hand lightly up and down his shaft, reveling in his responses. His eyes screwed shut and his head fell back as she continued the up and down motions.

His grip on her hips grew tighter with each passing second. When he could take no more he dragged her foward abruptly and pushed her down onto him, sheathing his sword as she had mentioned earlier. Sansa cried out at the swift movement in pleasure, her head falling back and her eyes closing. Using his hands he guided her in a steady but rough pace on top of him. He had been gentle this morning, but the new attitude she had brought into play tonight caused all gentleness to leave his being. Back and forth, up and down, he moved her body, watching her as she bounced on top of him.

After a minute of adjustment, Sansa found her stride. He didn't have to do all the work now. She was moving with him, on him, together in sync. Overcome by desire that he had pent up for her over the years he flipped her off of him and onto her back. He grabbed one of her ankles and brought it over his shoulder, leaving her other leg down on the bed. He never stopped his endless assault on her body, pounding away as she moaned loudly, raking her nails up and down his back. She came loud and fast. He did not muffle her cries this night. Relentless he was, entering her over and over and over. After she had come down from her high, but before she reached the next peak he switched their positions again. He slid out of her and pulled her into his lap as he sat in the middle of the bed. She straddled him as she had before when he had been laying down, only this time he was face to face with her.

With one hand on her bottom guiding her movements, his other traveled to her hair and he kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless. When she broke the kiss to catch her breath he trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling and kissing his way to her perfectly round breasts. He sucked on her, kissed her, and licked her eveywhere his mouth could reach while never slowing the pace in which he entered her.

Her hands were on his shoulders and her nails dug in deep as she reached her second climax of the night. He let out a loud and gruff moan and he joined her this time, emptying himself completely inside the woman he loved. Utterly spent, Sansa let her head fall on his shoulder where it met his neck and breathed heavily until her heart stopped racing. An errant thought crossed her mind as she floated back to the earth. Did Petyr learn these talents in his brothels? Surely he had. And in this moment, she felt no jealously towards the women that he had laid with before her. She was grateful. If all the ones before her had created the lover that he was today, how could she be mad at them? She had heard enough stories and heard enough with her own ears to know that not every meeting of man and woman went this way. Sounded like they had. Too many times she had overheard the deep grunts of a man who lasted all of a few moments before finishing with the poor woman he had lain with.

Though she did not like that he owned brothels, she decided at that moment with her head against his neck trying to catch her breath, that she wouldn't be jealous of where Lord Baelish had been. Though she knew nothing but the brutal parts of love before Petyr, she knew she could not expect him to accept her for what was left of her if she did not do the same for him in return.

When her head was no longer dizzy from the fall off the highest peak, she leaned back to look into Petyr's eyes. She smiled at him and told him "I love you Petyr." He rubbed his nose against hers and asked "Is that what brought out the minx in you?" He teased. Laughing she nodded "Yes, I suppose it was."

He looked deep into her eyes, and with a serious tone told her "I love you too Sansa. With all I am and all I have. My heart is yours, completely." She kissed him sweetly and slowly climbed off of him. She laid back on the bed as Petyr rose and grabbed one of her cloths used for washing and soaked it in the water basin. He wrung out the excess water and walked to her to clean her.

She watched him as he began to dress and said "Are you not staying with me tonight, Lord Baelish?"

"I thought it best if I waited until after we were married before we were caught in bed together, Lady Stark." He smirked at her.

Pouting Sansa said "I suppose you're right." In response. Petyr smiled and shook his head at his little wolf. His good fortune where she was concerned was catching him off guard at every turn. And with that thought his mood fell. What goes up must come down. Surely things could not always stay this pleasant with her, could they? He'd be smart to assume not. Prepare for the worst, he always told himself. After he was fully dressed he sat down beside his Lady and grabbed her delicate hand in his.

"You know, this doesn't have to be like this for long if you don't want it to be." He told her.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"We are not bound by the same rules as we would be in Kings Landing. Our courtship and engagement do not have to be drawn out affairs. We could marry sooner rather than later my sweet love." He replied. Sansa considered his words, her fingers idly tracing circles on the back of his hand. "Would you not mind it if we were married quickly?" She asked. "Of course not my love. I've wanted to take you as my wife for a very long time now. Nothing would please me more than having you by my side every day and every night as Lady Sansa Baelish."

That was the first time she had heard what her new name would be out loud. She had thought it many times in her heard, but feared that if the words were spoken aloud they would become cursed and never come to fruition. She rather enjoyed the sound of her eventual name on his lips. One day, soon hopefully, she would be Petyr Baelish's wife and he her husband. A smile grew on her lips until her entire face lit up. "Yes, I would prefer a short engagement. Can we make it official tomorrow and plan to be wed by next week?" She asked, smiling up at Petyr. His heart swelled with pride. This devine woman was to be his wife in a week's time. Kissing her forehead he told her "Yes my love. Tomorrow we will announce our engagement."

Sansa, unable to contain her excitement, scrambled up into his lap, straddling him once more. She kissed him deeply then hopped off of him and ran to put on her night shift and then her robe. Slipping into her shoes Petyr stood and stopped her. "What are you doing little wolf?"

"I've got to go tell Jon!" She exclaims. "I want him to announce it in the morning as we break our fast, while everyone is present. He'll need to know before hand, won't he not?" She dared him. He nodded in agreement, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. She was going to be an interesting wife, that was for sure.

Before he could stop her she had her cloak around her shoulders and she dashed out the door. He waited a moment before following her out, peeking to make sure no one was around. He knew that they had likely been heard by anyone who was within a hundred yards of her chamber, but the good thing about her being in the Lord's Chamber was that no other rooms were nearby. Petyr considered joining her as she told her half brother but thought better of it when he remembered the state of dress she was in. Best not give him reason to deny their request to marry, even though he had said it was not up to him to decide.

Instead, Petyr made his way to his chambers. He was exhausted and apparently was going to have a big day tomorrow. He needed rest. Once alone in his room and undressed, again, he climbed in bed and fell asleep with thoughts of Sansa and her tight body riding him like a horse.

Sansa burst into Jon's room, forgetting to knock. Instantly she regretted her haste and was thankful he was alone and not entertaining a guest as she had just been. Jon startled at her enterence and jumped up from his chair by the fire where he had been reading. "What is it? Are you all right?" He rushed to her, grabbing her by the shoulders, eyes scouring her body for any sign of harm.

"Yes yes brother, I am quite alright. I only came to share the good news!" She exclaimed. "Well, what is it?" He asked.

"Petyr and I would like it if you announced our engagement tomorrow in the great hall as everyone breaks their fast." She said joyfully.

Jon took in her state of dress and asked "When did this engagement happen?" Sansa blushed and looked away from him. "Do not judge me brother. I have finally found happiness." She said with shame thick in her voice.

Jon used his thumb and forefinger to lift her chin so her eyes reached his. "I do not judge you Sansa. I only want what's best for you. I want you treated well and happy. If an announcement in the morning will make you happy, then I shall deliver it." The shame left her eyes and gratitude took it's place. "Thank you." She said.

"Why the sudden engagement? Do you find yourself in a condition where you need to be married off quickly?" He asked, eyeing her middle.

"No!" She exclaimed, smacking her hand on his chest. "I am not with child. I just don't see the point in a long courtship and engagement. We are not planning to have a large wedding, only a small ceremony beneath the Godswood. I am no longer a maiden and he is not a young man anymore. There is no need to wait to start our lives together." She told him.

Nodding his head in agreement he said "I agree. Congratulations sister. When is the special day?" He asks. "Next week." She said.

"Very well then, get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day for you." He kissed her forehead and walked her to the door.

When Sansa returned to her room she found it empty. She had expected that but was still sad at his absence. Only a few more moons she reminded herself as she climbed under the thick furs on her bed and let sleep envelope her.