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      Lannister, Jaime_Lannister, Robert_Baratheon, Tommen_Baratheon, Myrcella
      Baratheon, Tyrion_Lannister, Loras_Tyrell, Viserys_Targaryen, Rhaella
      Targaryen, Rhaegar_Targaryen, Aerys_II_Targaryen
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      Tags_to_Be_Added, Age_Difference, Falling_In_Love
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      Published: 2015-10-23 Updated: 2016-12-28 Chapters: 16/? Words: 23644
****** Come Closer ******
by XxlittledovexX
Summary
     The innocence of youth is there to be corrupted.
     → I do not own anything except for my spelling errors. ←
Notes
     Thank you for reading <3
     I do always appreciate comments and kudos :)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa's first school day after the holidays.
“Sansa!”
Sansa sighed while she rubbed her eyes, feeling still terribly sleepy. She
growled annoyed when she folded back her blanket as she had to leave the warm
bed. Sansa didn’t want to stand up, not yet! It was still dark outside and the
holidays had been hardly long enough to recover from the last school year.
“Sansa!”
Her mother yelled again. Did anybody have patience in this house? She quickly
jumped out of bed and went to the door to open it.
“I’m coming!”
Somehow she stumbled down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. Dozily, she
stuck her head in the door, opening it only slightly.
“What?”
Her mother gave her a severe look handing Sansa her breakfast. A bowl of cereal
and her favorite tea was already standing on the table.
“It’s already 7:28!”
Sansa raised her eyebrows. “Well?”
Cat narrowed her eyes to slits.
 “You’re going to be late!”
Sansa took the bowl with cereal and placed it on the kitchen table before she
sat down. She grabbed a spoon from the drawer right behind her and placed it on
the table.
“I’m not going to be late!”
Cat shook her head about the childish behavior of her daughter but Sansa
ignored it and ate her breakfast.
“If you want to worry about someone it should rather be Arya! She is still
sleeping and since it isn’t my first day at high school I can allow to stand up
at 7:28.”
Sansa just wanted to draw a bit attention from herself to her sister, so she
wouldn’t have to listen to an endless speech about her behavior, but Cat forgot
about her completely and instead concentrated on Arya.
“Your little sister is still asleep?”
Before Sansa could say anything her mother had rushed up the stairs and was
knocking wildly at Arya’s door.
“Good morning sweetheart!”
Her dad entered the kitchen and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
 “Morning dad!”
She mumbled while slurping the milk and crunching her cereal. He was already
dressed in his black business suit and collected the documents for work. Her
mother returned in the meantime, dragging Arya behind her.
“Here!”
Cat gave her a bowl with cereal just like Sansa and started to make the dishes.
Arya ogled it warily.
“I don’t want cereal, I want French toast!”
By now, Cat was a nervous wreck. She threw the dirty cutlery back in the sink
and pressed her lips together while she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“By the gods, Arya! It is 7:30 and you didn’t wash, you didn’t dress, you
haven’t packed your school materials. Accordingly, you can be lucky if you get
anything to eat.”
Arya rolled her eyes but obeyed, sitting down next to Sansa. Both girls
remained silent while they ate. The only thing that was audible was their
mother scrubbing the dishes and Ned digging around for his stuff. Suddenly he
sat down right in front of his daughters.
“Before I forget it, you two have to take the bus!”
The girls raised their eyebrows.
“But dad! I don’t want to take the bus on my first school day!”
“It has to be Arya, I have to be at work earlier than usual and I can’t waste
my time by driving the two of you.”
Sansa didn’t have high regard for the work of her dad although she didn’t even
know what he was doing exactly. Signing important contracts and such shit, she
supposed. It was something in the whole lawyer division.
“Ask John if he can drive you.”
Sansa gave him a sarcastic laugh.
“Before we ask John we rather walk.”
Her halfbrother was a lazy person. He always stayed in bed until noon and when
he was awake he just headed for the TV to lie there for the whole day. Her
mother always worried about him. John dropped out of college, he wasn’t
searching for a job and he was doing nothing! Nothing at all.
"Vote!”
Her little sister shouted.
“Each participant raises her hand if he wants to be driven to school!”
Arya’s and Sansa’s hands rose quickly. On the other edge of the table, Ned
inhaled deeply and snarled.
“You know what? You all think this is a democracy, but I assure you it is not!”
He stood up and took his briefcase.
“Both of you are taking the bus and there will be no debate!”
Arya made some insulted noises to express her disapproval about this but Sansa
remained silent. She didn't like to take the bus, even less with Arya but she
could adapt. Her father was a bit tensed in the last time as he had obviously
some problems in the company. He was always tired and in no good mood and she
had sympathy with him. Whatever it was that stressed him, she hoped it would
stop.
“Have a nice day dad.”
Sansa gave him a smile.
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
He gave her a hasty kiss on the cheek. Arya turned her head so he couldn’t kiss
her as she was too offended. Ned just chuckled slightly and petted her head
instead before he stormed to the door. As soon as Sansa was done with having
breakfast she got back to her room and started to dress. She chose dark blue
jeans and a dark red sweater, suiting her red hair. It was 7:37. She would make
it easily but she wasn’t so sure about Arya, when her little sister ran past
her opened door, slipping into her sweater and brushing her teeth at the same
time.
“The bus is here at 7:40!”
She screamed after her, oppressing a laugh at Arya’s clumsiness. She stuck her
head through the door.
“I know, I know.”
Sansa just put on some mascara and a bit of rouge and finished by brushing her
hair. Somehow Arya was standing punctual next to her when the bus arrived. The
sisters were lucky as there were still a few available seats. Sansa slipped in
first to sit at the window. Although the bus ride took only 15 minutes, it was
exhausting as hell. Arya hummed something the entire ride and Sansa had endured
this mental torture for a long time but by now it was really annoying her. Her
little sister only stopped when Sansa poked her in the ribs.
“Ouch!”
“Stop humming!”
Arya shook her head but obeyed.
“Why are you so grumpy?”
“I’m just tired and you’re annoying.”
She looked out of the window again. Until now it had been an awful first school
day in the new year and Sansa had given up all hope that this day would become
better long ago. Arya was fidgeting again.
“Arya stop to wriggle!”
“I’m just excited!”
Sansa remembered her first day at high school. She had been terribly nervous
and excited about the people and the teachers too. The first year had even been
funny and entertaining but then she had broke up with Joffrey and everything
changed. The friends they had have together suddenly had to settle for one
side. Dany and Margaery had chosen her and the other fools stayed with Joffrey
but she didn’t even care about them any longer. They all deserved each other.
Now she would start the third year, her graduation year.
“Oh my fucking god!”
Sansa jerked at the sudden squeaky scream coming from her sister.
“Sansa, how do I look?”
She ogled Arya. She was wearing a black jeans and a dark blue shirt with a
strange fox in a triangle.
“You look fine.”
Sansa mumbled and gave her a kick so that she would stand up. The bus stopped
with a bucking, causing most people to hold on. There was a big crowd when they
started to leave the bus. As soon as they were on the compound, Arya vanished
but that was no problem at all. Sansa found Dany and together they searched
Margaery.
“Man! I can’t believe that it’s our final year!”
Dany sighed and faked a sniff.
“I will miss high school.”
Sansa knew that it had been sarcasm. All three of them, Dany, Margaery and
Sansa wouldn’t miss a thing after leaving school. It only brought them pain,
trouble and gave them sleepless nights. Sansa would merely miss the time with
her girls but nothing else and as they would meet almost every day, she wasn’t
sad.
“Marg! Hey! We are here.”
Dany waved her hands around and Margaery ran to them, hugging Sansa first and
then Daenerys.
“Guys, I’ve missed you.”
Linking arms, they entered the school building. They found their class pretty
quickly. The whole day Margaery was talking about new guys she saw at the
compound and Dany about how she was not going to meet Jorah again but Sansa
knew that that was a lie. They always argued and broke up. Dany always got mad
and became exasperated with him and two days after, they were together again. 
Sansa loved her but she had to admit that Dany was a bit of a stubborn diva
sometimes. The day passed and soon she found herself sitting next to Arya in
the bus again. Arya was blabbing something about her class and her teachers and
how happy she was to finally be in high school but Sansa ignored her. She was
tired and jaded.
When they arrived home at about 18:00 p.m. she only wanted to head for her room
but her dad foiled her.
“Sansa darling, would you please give me the vase on the kitchen counter.”
She took it without a word and as she turned to hand it to her dad, it slipped
past her fingers and almost hit the ground. In the last nick of time she could
catch it.
“Be careful! Or do you think that nothing of this costs anything?”
Ned shouted and wrenched the obvious expensive piece of porcelain art from her.
Sansa knew that it wasn’t a question meant to answer.
 “I’m sorry.”
She just whispered and played with her fingers while her father was grabbing
some fancy paper.
“No! I am the one who is sorry, Sansa. I’m just a little bit- exhausted.”
She gave him a lazy smile and patted his shoulder.
“Me too dad, me too!”
While she was heading for her room she tried to remember if anyone’s birthday
was near as she couldn’t explain the present otherwise but she gave up when she
remembered that she had still some stuff to do.
It won’t be something important.
She told herself and sat down at her desk to start working.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     How does a fancy ball sound?
Chapter Notes
     Just a quick and short chapter but I promise that the next chapter
     will be ultra long and things will happen!
School was more boring than ever and Sansa had nearly started to believe that
it would get exciting. She was making notes during the lessons, listened to
Dany while she raved about Jorah as they were together again like she had
predicted and tried to follow the lessons although she was again tired as hell.
When she got home her mother immediately came up to her.
“Sansa get ready! We have to go.”
She was confused and dropped her bag before she followed Cat into the kitchen.
“Where?”
Her mother quickly grabbed her keys and lipstick and threw them into her purse.
“To the mall to buy you a new dress and a new suit for your father.”
She panted, instantly running back to the front door to grab her favorite scarf
and her jacket.
“Why?”
Sansa asked, confusion still clearly written in her face.
“Oh darling did he not tell you?”
Her mother sighed frustrated and then tensed her jaw mumbling something Sansa
couldn’t understand but it was clearly something about her father and his
obliviousness.
“Tell me what?”
She asked trying to get any answer but Catelyn was already out of the door in
the living room.
“Ned!”
“Yes?”
She could hear her father answer and soon after that he was standing right
before her, Cat dragging him behind her.
 “You forgot to tell her!”
Her mother almost hissed. Ned rubbed his eyes and sighed. He looked so whacked
and deadly sick it almost frightened Sansa. The wrinkles around his eyes seemed
deeper and his eye circles darker.
“It’s okay mum, he can tell me now.”
She quickly uttered and gave her dad a soft smile and he returned it. With a
yawn he grabbed the car keys.
“Our company is having a ball on Friday and your mother thought it to be an
immeasurable good idea for you to accompany us.”
Her jaw dropped. She should visit a real ball from an important company. She
didn’t even think about how terrible her dancing was or how boring it could be
with nothing but prigs surrounding her. All she could think about was her in a
beautiful dress and an elegant big room with music playing.
“What do you say Sweetheart?”
A big smile graced her lips.
“Shopping!”
Sansa screamed happily and rushed out of the door to get in the car.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     The day of the ball is here and Sansa is really nervous but also
     excited.
Chapter Notes
     This is the 1 part of the ball! I hope that this is somehow good.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                        
 She read about people she could never be, on adventures she would never have.
                               ~ Pushing Daisies
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                                   Sansa POV
                                        
“Isn’t she beautiful Ned?”
Her father regarded Sansa carefully and grunted.
“I would have nothing to object towards a higher neckline!”
Sansa and her mother laughed. Ned was protecting his daughters only gentle.
When Sansa turned 14, she wasn’t even allowed to wear skirts for a long time
until her mother convinced him to let her. If it was up to him she was just
allowed to wear clothes which would cover her up to her eyes.
“Oh don’t be so grumpy honey.”
Cat gave him a kiss and turned to Sansa.
“We will wait in the car okay?”
The girl nodded and her parents headed for the door, closing it behind them
with a creak. Maybe her dad was right and she should have bought a dress with a
higher neckline but now it was already too late to change. Quickly she put on
her favorite pair of earrings and regarded herself in the mirror for one last
time. The dark green dress fitted her perfectly. It was dainty with some
sequins on the top and a loop around her waist but still elegant. Sansa loved
the bushy petticoat most. She thought that it cut quite a figure.
“Sansa!”
The girl grabbed her purse and ran to the car, feeling like one of those Disney
princesses who always climbed in their splendid carriages and drove to a
wonderful ball with their beautiful dresses. The only thing she didn’t have was
a prince charming. When she closed the car door her dad pulled away immediately
as they were late. The street lights lightened the street and Sansa closed her
eyes, trying to relax. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe she would get the
perfect man after being with Joffrey. Maybe she would find true love after all.
At this thought she smiled and fell asleep.
 
                                   Petyr POV
                                        
Needless ball! If it wasn’t for the company and he had to go there, he would
stay at home. Petyr didn’t feel much fondness towards balls. He didn’t like
dancing, he didn’t like all the probably unavoidable fake laughs although he
was good at playing and he didn’t like the company with all those uppity people
who just threw balls because they were bored. The only thing he could stand was
the drinks. Petyr sighed. Cat would be there…accompanied by her husband, Ned
Stark.  He had liked her more when she had still been a Tully. Her red hair and
her blue eyes, it was something that was etched in his memory and he would
never forget it. He suppressed the feeling that crept inside of him when he
thought of his first early love and grabbed the car keys.
It would become a tedious and exhausting evening, he was sure.
 
                                    Cat POV
                                        
She had always loved balls and Sansa surely had gotten this fondness from her.
As she looked back, she saw Sansa sleeping. Cat smiled. Her daughter was a real
beauty. She had always been since the age of 9 or 10 but when she became a
teenager that beauty blossomed. Cat turned to her husband and whispered to not
wake the sleeping girl in the back.
“Don’t be too strict tonight.”
Ned looked at her for a brief moment before returning his gaze to the street.
“What do you mean?”
Cat rolled her eyes. Sometimes he could be really arduous.
“You know exactly what I mean Ned!”
He didn’t say anything and just starred at the road. Occasionally he tensed his
jaw and seemed as if he had something on the tip of his tongue but before he
could spit it out she cut him off.
“Let Sansa have a good time and don’t watch over her like an eagle for the
whole evening. Our little girl is supposed to have fun.”
Ned’s voice increased.
“You are right. Our little girl!”
He almost screamed.
“Be quiet!”
Cat hissed. Her husband sighed and regarded Sansa in the mirror.
“She is still so young and there are enough wolfs to clutch their claws in her.
We have to protect her!”
She nodded and gave her husband a gentle look.
“I know honey, but not tonight!”
Cat was afraid. She was afraid that if she would lock Sansa in a cage, her
little bird would fly away once she would open it and she was not ready to let
go of her daughter. She wanted her to stay at home as long as it was possible
and not to move out so soon as Robb. She wouldn’t want to lose another of her
children in the next time.
“Promise me! Promise me that you’ll leave her alone just for tonight.”
A tear was running down her cheek when she faced Ned and he seemed almost
shocked at her reacting so intense. Cat couldn’t resent him therefor as he
didn’t know what was going on inside her. His facial expression got mellow and
he sighed.
“I promise.”
Ned muttered and Cat squeezed his forearm, cheerful about his shift of opinion.
 
                                   Sansa POV
                                        
She woke up when her dad hit the brakes a bit too much, turning into a street.
They held in front of a big and superb house. Cars and limousines were already
parking in front and elegant dressed people dismounting. Sansa was nervous as
she had never been to a ball before although she had dancing lessons once.
“Be careful.”
She heard her father say to the valet parking guy and climbed out. When they
entered the house, Sansa was left speechless.
“Oh my gosh!”
The whole room was decorated with bright shining lights and fresh white flowers
everywhere. Two curved stairs with handrail festooned with black metal roses,
rose in the middle leaving enough space to dance. There was a bar at the end of
the room with colorful cocktails and a buffet. It was breathtaking.
“That is wonderful!”
Sansa breathed.
“That’s what is called a ball sweetheart.”
Her mother teased. A woman in a red velvet dress passed Sansa and she couldn’t
take her eyes off of her before she recognized that everyone looked very
beautiful in here, almost as if they were all porcelain dolls.
“Oh I think I will grant me a cocktail.”
Her mother left her standing with her dad and headed towards the bar. Sansa
hugged her father and laughed slightly.
“Smile dad!”
“I try my best.”
He snorted and they started to explore the ballroom together which was a bit
difficult as every two steps someone greeted Ned and started to talk to him. Of
course Sansa would be the showpiece daughter, smiling and introducing herself
politely.
“Fools. Everyone!”
Her father whispered, being on the edge after they had quit a long conversation
with an old man. Sansa had found him nice. They were almost at the buffet when
he stopped. Immediately she stopped too and raised one eyebrow.
“Seven hells!”
Ned almost spitted and Sansa looked in the direction her father was gazing but
couldn’t see anything special.
“What?”
She asked curious and her father almost spitted.
“Do you see that man talking to your mother?”
She rose to her tiptoes and spotted her mother. She was leaning at the counter
of the bar slurping a cocktail. Tequila Sunrise, gods her mother was
embarrassing. Now she could see that she was talking to a man. He wasn’t big
but bigger than Cat and Sansa herself for sure. He wore a black suit and held a
whiskey or something like that. The glass was almost empty and he was drinking
fairly swift. Sansa wouldn’t guess him older than 40 although his hair was
slightly grey at his temples but somehow it was matching his appearance.
“Yes, I see him.”
She finally said and Ned inhaled deeply.
“He is one of my workmates. I just can’t stand him.”
Sansa linked arms with him and laughed, tearing him away from the crowd to the
buffet.
“Oh dad, whom do you like? That would be quicker!”
“No I really don’t like him and I didn’t think that he would come. Did you know
that your mother and he were close when they were children?”
Sansa shook her head.
“No, I didn’t but what’s so bad thereon?”
“You don’t know him! He is a sneaky man.”
She took a sandwich and cramped it down Ned’s mouth.
“Oh please! You sound paranoid.”
Her dad chewed hasty and shook his head.
“If you would know him, you wouldn’t think I’m paranoid.”
“I don’t need to know him to be sure that you are paranoid.”
Chapter End Notes
     I have never been on a ball before so I don't now how to describe all
     the things going on but I do my best.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Now that Ned, Cat and Sansa have arrived at the ball, the action can
     begin.
He wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when
 just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood and air never could,
when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment and this, for whatever
                                reason, was it.
                                ~ Dennis Lehane
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                                    Cat POV
                                        
She hadn’t known it! She really hadn’t. Ned didn’t tell her that Petyr would
come as well but she had to admit that it should have been obvious. Anyway,
right after she arrived at the bar he had appeared out of nowhere and what
should she have done? Run away? But whatever! Now she was leaning against the
bar and talking to him.
"How are you doing at work?”
 It was a question out of polite behavior. Cat wasn’t interested in his work;
she wasn’t even interested in Ned’s work. Petyr chuckled.
"Nothing new.”
He sipped on his drink and cleared his throat.
“You’re here with Ned?”
He seemed tensed at this question.
“Yes! Me, Ned and Sansa.”
She answered quickly. Petyr raised his eyebrows.
“Sansa? I haven’t seen her since she was 10 or something like that.”
“9.”
Cat corrected him. A long and embarrassing silence emerged and she didn’t know
what to say. What should she have said anyway? That she was sorry, she dumped
him all this years ago in high school? That she was sorry for expelling him
from her life? Thankfully a man came and announced that the dancing would begin
in a view minutes.
“I’ll fetch Ned and head to the ballroom, you’re coming with us?”
Cat gave him a smile and Petyr pressed his mouth into a thin line.
“I don’t feel the urge to do so.”
“Okay, we’ll see later than.
She accepted his refusal and turned around, leaving him back at the bar.
 
                                   Petyr POV
 
It hurt. It wasn’t like he hadn’t known it would hurt, but like this? It was
terrible to see her so happy and content. At the question if he wanted to come
and dance with them Petyr had to oppress a sarcastic laugh. Of course he wanted
to go dancing with the love of his life and her husband.
I don’t feel the urge to do so. Wasthe best answer he could think of rather
than crushing the glass in his hand.
Before he could have said anything, she was already gone, somewhere in the
crowd. He decided to head for the buffet and it was easy as most people were
already leaving for the ballroom. Of course there had to be salmon, caviar and
lobsters. Everything had to be expensive and noble to maintain the reputation
of the company. It made him sick looking at the view people, cramming the food
down as if they were starving for the last weeks. Maybe he shouldn’t have come
after all, maybe he should have stayed home and lied that he was ill or
something like that. Petyr recognized sadly that his drink was already empty
and sighed in frustration. Not even the whole alcohol in this damned house
could make this evening any better. Just as he wanted to go back to the bar to
fetch another drink, he caught sight of red hair out of the corner of his eyes.
Hadn’t Cat been gone dancing? He could already hear the music so she had to be
in the ballroom. Petyr turned to see what caught his attention. Now he could
clearly see that it was not Cat, although the woman was standing with her back
to him. She was much smaller than Catelyn and her hair was also a bit longer
but it was the same shade of red. He considered if it would be worth crossing
the space between him and her to see her from her front but before he could
pass a decision the mysterious woman turned around and he saw her. She was no
woman but a girl and a pure vision.  Fresh red hair fell in waves over her
shoulders, she had a slim body and her skin was pale and smooth. And Blue eyes.
Not the bluest and purest sea would do her blue eyes justice! Pertyr’s breath
caught. She was a real portrayal of Cat as if someone would have copied her.
His brain started to work and suddenly it made click in his head. It had to be
her, it had to be Sansa. He had to talk to her, needed the chance to get to
know her better and so he began to move when she was just starting to eat
something out of a bowl.
 
                                   Sansa POV
                                        
“Come Ned! They start with the dancing.”
Her mother suddenly appeared next to Sansa and her dad at the buffet,
impatiently tearing at Ned’s sleeve. Ned set his glass down and turned to his
daughter.
“You want to come with us honey?”
“No thanks dad! I don’t really like dancing and I have nobody to dance anyway.”
“Come on, you don’t want to wait alone here, don’t you?”
Before she could say anything, she saw her mother shooting a glare to her dad
that was almost frightening.
“Not tonight Edduard!”
She whispered and Sansa was confused as her mother called Ned only by his full
name when it was really important.
“But I told you that she is still so-“
“No!”
Her mother growled and her dad seemed to give up. His look was somehow
concerned but he smiled.
“Okay, we’ll see you later than.”
“Have fun!”
She screamed after them and ogled the buffet. That was indeed expensive food.
Somehow she was disgusted by all of this, she didn’t eat lobster nor did she
eat caviar. When she caught sight of a big bowl with fruit salad, she grabbed a
small bowl and took a bit, just to taste. The evening had been rather boring
until now to her disappointment. Of course she hadn’t expected the perfect
fairytale evening but ... she didn’t know what she had expected. But she didn’t
regret to accompany her parents on this evening. She had a new dress and got to
know some of the workmates of her father. It was okay. Sansa could hear the
music starting in the ballroom and out of reflex she looked up almost dropping
the bowl as a man was standing right in front of her.
“Holy shit!”
She blurted out and the man raised one eyebrow, giving her a somehow amused
look.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten/scare you.”
Sansa noticed that he was observing her carefully before he put out his hand.
“My name is Petyr Baelish, and how’s yours?”
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     The ball is in full swing and Sansa makes an interesting
     acquaintance.
Chapter Notes
     3 part done. Took me long enough but I hope that it doesn't suck for
     I was really overthinking and correcting it over and over again as I
     wasn't content at all at the beginning.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
               He that can have patience can have what he will.
                              ~Benjamin Franklin
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                                   Petyr POV
                                        
“My name is Petyr Baelish, and how’s yours?”
It was a needless question. Of course he knew that it had to be Sansa but he
didn’t think it necessary to tell her, as it would be of advantage.
“Sansa, Sansa Stark.”
She took his hand and shook it. It was a fleeting handshake. Somehow the girl
seemed a bit wary and frightened.
“You don’t have to be afraid, really not! I work with your father, Ned Stark.”
She nodded hasty.
“Yes I know, actually he told me a bit about you right before when you were
talking to my mother.“
Petyr couldn’t oppress to raise an eyebrow.
“Really? What did he say?”
The young lady smiled abashed and pressed her slender fingers around the bowl
she was still holding, her knuckles turning white.
“Oh nothing important, just a few things….stuff…not much...he doesn’t really
like-”
She cut off in mid-sentence and blushed, realizing that she had almost told him
something that may offend him. Petyr chuckled already knowing what Ned said.
“He doesn’t like me, doesn’t he? I can’t hold it against him!”
Sansa shook her head and stuttered.
“No, it’s….it’s not like that!”
“That’s aright little one; let’s just say that I’m not devoted to him either.”
She perked her eyebrows up.
“He can be quiet stuffy.”
The girl smiled and actually had to oppress a laugh at his last statement and
Petyr had to admit that it was probably the cutest thing he had ever seen. If
the girl had been shy before, she woke up by now because she started talking;
they talked a lot about her school and his work and Cat, Arya, John, Robb and
so on but mostly about Sansa. Petyr couldn’t resist asking her about her life,
he wanted to get to know her. After some time, once they had gone over all
topics, a brief silence spread before Sansa began to speak again.
“Why are you not in the ballroom with the others, Mr. Baelish?”
“I fear that I’m not a big friend of dancing and please call me Petyr!”
She gave him a coy smile.
“Well, Petyr...”
The way his name rolled off her tongue made him tingle all over.
“It’s a real shame where I would have loved to dance tonight.”
Was she challenging him? Of course she was and Petyr was not that stupid to let
the chance to dance with Sansa Stark slip. This was getting much more exciting
than everything else in the last five years.
“If it would make you happy, I could make an exception and try for tonight my
fair lady.”
He dropped a curtsey for fun and offered her his arm. Sansa chuckled but linked
arms with him and together they headed for the ballroom.
 
                                   Sansa POV
 
He was quiet an interesting man! It was fun to talk with him and he was the
only one where she didn’t feel treated like a child, not at all. Of course she
knew it wouldn’t please her father if she would appear with him on the dance
floor but she didn’t care much in this particular moment. It has always been
her dream to visit such a great ball and dancing could only make it better.
They passed the first line of guests who were already watching the other pairs
dancing. Her palms grew sweaty with every step she took and she could her heart
beat so fast, she was afraid it would jump out at any minute. Sansa tried to
remember that she probably had an experienced dancer by her side and clenched
her fingers in Petyr’s arm as if she had to make sure he was still there. He
seemed to notice her tension.
“Did you dance before?”
He asked whispering.
“I had dancing lessons once.”
The girl answered patently as if it would give him enough information to judge
if she had been 6, 10 or 16 during these so mentioned dancing lessons.
“But that was long ago!”
She quickly added and he nodded.
“Let me lead you in that case!”
He whispered softly and Sansa didn’t dare to protest. She simply nodded and
soon she found herself standing with him on the dance floor, one of his hands
already placed on her hip, the other taking her hand. All these people standing
around the floor and watching with curious eyes, it made her nervous. Sansa
felt so observed. She quickly bowed forwards and captured Petyr’s ear.
“I changed my mind! I can’t do this. I am not even sure if I like dancing, I
think I hate it.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t be afraid of things just because you haven’t tried them before! There is
always a first time for everything.”
She nodded silently and took a deep breath, trying to remember some steps, some
motions…anything she had learned when she was younger but her head was empty
when Petyr gave her a small push to make her step backwards. The first seconds
were awful. He tried to guide her through the amount of people and she was
making a total mess out of it by sometimes stepping on his feet or stumbling
back when she should make a step to the side. And when Sansa thought it
couldn’t get more embarrassing and worse, it really got better. She tried to
focus on him, no matter how hard it was to not get lost in his stunning facial
features, and she did something else. She tried to trust him. That he wouldn’t
let her fall or let go of her hand and she would stand there all alone looking
like the baby she was right now. And obviously it worked because suddenly she
felt like walking on water with every step she took. Her hair was pushed over
her shoulder whenever he would turn her over and she smiled proudly when she
met his steps with her own without making a mistake.
“You seem to enjoy it for someone who doesn’t like to dance.”
She had been so lost in the dance; it nearly shocked her when she perceived
Petyr’s voice.
“I admit I like it. But don’t tell me you want to deny that you like it as well
while you so clearly do!”
He couldn’t tell her that he didn’t enjoy it, that would be a terible lie.
“I won’t deny.”
Petyr smiled and spun her around once more. Sansa squeaked slightly when she
almost stumbled over her own feet and at that he gave a deep laugh.
“Are you laughing at me?”
She tried to sound offended.
“I would never! You just have such a buoyant and pleasant temper, it is
refreshing.”
She tried to oppress to blush but she already felt the heat creeping up her
cheeks and from Petyr’s self-confident smirk she could tell that he saw it as
well. Suddenly the music stopped while she was still repeating her steps and so
it was unavoidable that when Petyr stopped his movements, she bumped right into
him when he was supposed to step back. It was no gently hit, rather a knockout
blow. She could hear him inhale sharply when she hit his chest.
“I’m sorry.”
The girl whispered frantic.
“Don’t be.”
He rasped and sounded a bit haggard. Sansa was afraid she really hurt him.
“I’m really sorry..I-I’m just so terribly awkward, I didn’t mean to-“
He interrupted her quickly and took her arms, pulling her close to him.
“Sansa it’s okay.”
A small laugh escaped his lips. She tried to clear her throat and start a
conversation but nothing came out. Could have someone hold it against her? His
eyes had this strange grey-green colour and this cloudy gaze and he was so
close that she could feel his breath on her face. Sansa was still so
breathless; she couldn’t control the rapid rise and fall of her chest and
Petyr’s hand was now resting at her back as if she would fall down as soon as
he would let go. She could have lost herself in this moment with him but the
universe or rather a specific person wanted it otherwise.
“Sansa?”
Both, Petyr and Sansa darted apart even if they hadn’t seen who spoke; they
both knew the voice and the trouble that comes with it. Through all the pairs
still on the dance floor, he was standing almost right opposite of her and
Petyr.
“Dad?”
Sansa asked carefully, testing if he was mad. She could see his jaw tense and
his chest rise heavy.
“We have to go now!”
Ned said through gritted teeth and took Sansa’s wrist, trying to tear her to
the exit but she broke away.
“Dad, please!”
She whined, speaking a silent pray to his decent behavior. He was making a
scene right in front of all people, most important Petyr!
“Sansa say goodnight, now! Baelish.”
Her father let go of her hand and gave Petyr a short nod and then he left them
alone, looking over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.”
Sansa whispered and looked at her hands, too ashamed to look him in the eyes.
“No need to be. I guess he is one of the overprotecting fathers?”
He gave her a strangely reassuring feeling.
“Yes he is indeed.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, looking up.
“I’m sure that he doesn’t only care that you are in bed early but rather tries
to control you.”
“Yes, he may also be worried because you are paying attention to me.”
“He may be worried.”
Petyr echoed and snorted. He was indeed a bit angry. At Ned!
“I’m sorry that you have to leave but I hope we can attach soon.”
She didn’t even have to force a smile despite how stupid she was feeling right
now, it just crept upon her lips at his words.
“I hope so too.”
A soft hand came down to rest on the girl’s shoulder.
“Come now Sansa or your father will get angry. Good night Petyr.”
Her mother tried to defuse the situation with her tender temper like she did so
many times.
“Good night Catelyn. It was a pleasure to see you once again.”
Cat nodded in return and also headed for the exit and for an inpatient and
grumpy Ned standing right next to the door.
“I guess I have to say goodbye too.”
Sansa bit her lip and crocked her head to the side.
“I guess we have…”
Petyr agreed.
“Good night little Miss Stark, come home safe and sleep well.”
He took her smooth hand and breathed a kiss upon the back of her hand.
“Good night Mr. Baelish!”
She gave him one last of her ravishing smiles and then gathered her clothing to
dart out of the room. When she was long gone and he just found himself standing
there starring at the spot where she had stood not long ago, he finally managed
to whisper.
“Petyr. It’s Petyr.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     I thought it was about time to get another ship into the story so I
     settled with Dany and Jorah!
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Sansa liked the lazy Saturdays. She liked the Sundays even the better but today
was also okay with her. It had already been late after they had left the ball
yesterday and Sansa had hurried to climb into bed. She woke around ten or
eleven and didn’t even attempt to stand up, not until Arya was up and started
to slam doors. Immediate Sansa stood up and slammed hers too. She sat down on
her bed again and grabbed her phone from her desk. 3 missed calls and 4 text
messages all from Dany.
9:27        Sansa I need your help!
9:42       Call me back as soon as you are awake. Please, it’s important!  xoxo
Dany
10:06    Why aren’t you answering? It’s already 10 a.m.
10:58    I think I’m going crazy if you don’t reply within the next two
minutes!!!!!
The last message had just been 6 minutes ago. With a sigh she hit Dany’s number
and pressed the phone to her ear. She hadn’t had to wait long and she could
already hear this familiar high pitched voice.
”Why are you calling me back only now? I was worried that something might have
happened to you!”
 Sansa breathed a quiet and amused laugh.
“I’m totally fine, why should have something happened to me?”
“You weren’t answering…”
 Daenerys voice snapped back. She was quiet angry somehow.
“I got home late yesterday and I’m still tired. I’m sorry Dany!”
Sansa knew that it was pointless to fight with her about something completely
unnecessary. The best way was to apologize for nothing just so she would calm
down and it worked.
”Whatever, I need your help.”
”I got that so far from your lovely messages.”
Sansa joked and stood up from her bed to move to her wardrobe. She pulled out
some panties and a bra before she threw them on the bed.
“So what’s the matter?”
She asked after a rather long silence, ‘long silence’ if one would start from
the premise that it was Dany talking to her.
“Can you come over?”
Sansa pressed her eyes shut. She was so tired and Dany could be so exhausting
sometimes, especially when she was furious and she sounded very much furious at
that moment.
“Does it have to be like right now?”
There was an even longer silence on the other end than before and soon after
Sansa could hear some quiet sobs.
“Yes!”
Daenerys finally answered with her voice husky and quivering.
“Okay, now don’t cry Sweetheart.”
She tried to calm her down while getting her blue pullover and her ripped
skinny jeans but she was not able to reassure her upset friend and so she gave
in.
“Listen Dany! I’m coming over right now; just give me 30 minutes okay?”
“Thank you Sansa.”
She said good bye and threw her mobile phone on the bed next to her clothes.
Sansa sighed. She could have really needed a day off from everything but that
wasn’t going to happen obviously. Dany was her friend and she loved her she
really did but right now she was just a burden.
It was 11:25 a.m. when Sansa was ready and running downstairs. She told Jon
quickly that she was going to visit Dany as her parents were still asleep and
slammed the door behind her when she left.
She knew why Dany had been crying on the phone earlier. She knew exactly that
it was because of Jorah, it just had to be about him. It was always about him!
She just hoped that this time it was finally the end of them as a couple
because clearly they were making each other and everyone around them crazy.
“Just don’t tell her that you think the whole thing with Jorah is a waste of
time!”
Sansa whispered to herself while she was crossing the street, already spotting
the old brick house. Dany’s family had restored it not long ago when they had
moved here. It had something magical. From the outside it looked almost as if
from another century and you would picture some old creepy and grumpy lady
living there but in fact, when the door opened you could receive just a small
fraction of their wealth. She pressed the door bell with regret about letting
herself be chattered on like always but the feeling went away real quick when
Dany opened. A blanket had been thrown over her shoulders and her nose and eyes
were red from all the crying and blowing her nose. She looked so miserable and
sick that Sansa pushed the anger aside that brought her to the edge whenever
she had to admit to herself that it was Dany’s fault she had such heartache as
she always went back to him.
“Thank you for coming.”
The blonde whispered quietly and took one step back to let Sansa in. She took
off her shoes and coat and followed Dany to her room. Her parents weren’t home
like most of the time. Aerys and Rhaella were business people just like Ned
with the exception that they were always traveling to make some important deals
for their company. Her older brother Rhaegar had already moved out just like
Robb and her younger brother Viserys was still staying at home and being some
kind of bachelor just like Jon leaving the house only to pay a visit to some
girls and ‘pay a visit’ meant sex. Their families were quiet similar. It was
kind of said that Dany was alone all the time Sansa thought whilst they were
going up the stairs. She wouldn’t be able to get along with being so lonely.
“Have you come to visit the infant who is once more weeping about her wannabe
lover?”
Sansa smiled when she observed the familiar voice at the end of the stairs. It
seemed as if Dany wasn’t entirely alone today.
“Pardon Viserys, he’s just being a prick like always and the fact that he
doesn’t have a girl right now to put his little worm in makes him just the more
nasty if he isn’t already.”
Dany loved her brother, she always had but that didn’t remedy them both always
nagging at each other. Sansa liked Viserys too. He was quiet funny and
enjoyable to have him around but she attributed it to the fact that she didn’t
had to have him around all the time because she was sure that it would drive
her made if she would live with him under one roof. Nonetheless Sansa hugged
him shortly but tightly while Dany had already disappeared in her room.
“Good to see you again nasty boy.”
She laughed and studied him shortly. He hadn’t changed much since she last saw
him which had to be about 5 months ago. He still had the same style, the same
cheekbones and the same expression. If she had to be honest, she would admit
that she had always found him to be handsome. When she and Dany had been
smaller he was her secret crush. Of course the older brother of her best friend
had to be her childhood sweetheart. That had been such a cheap cliché! In fact
she was having still a crush on him when she got older but Sansa soon realized
that he wasn’t treating girls all too lovely so she stopped to seek his
presence by not spending conspicuous lots of time at the Targaryen place
anymore. But no time point in the story changed a thing about him being
handsome.
“You are completely right! It is good to see you.”
He responded with a smirk. Sansa caught him letting his eyes roam her for a
view seconds. Was he checking her out?
“I can’t remember you being so pretty.”
She could feel herself blush and desperately tried to oppress to giggle just
like a child would probably do it.
“The boys must be after you.”
He continued and she was getting nervous. She had never been able to take
compliments without looking retarded.
“I don’t need the foolish boys being after me, I need the men being after me.”
She responded with a grin and Viserys let out a laugh.
“Well, in fact I can serve in that matter.”
She could feel the heat on her cheeks. She surely looked terrible right now.
“It’s nice to hear that you can’t remember me being pretty as I had apparently
been outrageous ugly! You are probably the only one who can make a compliment
and an insult at the same time.”
Sansa crossed her arms and took a view steps past him before he grabbed her arm
and she was forced to spin around.
“I am the only one who apparently doesn’t care about the past but the present
and not about insults but about perfect beauty.”
The blonde Targaryen boy winked at her and she shook her head with a laugh.
“You are the only one who is a crawler! Now stop hitting on my friend and piss
off.”
Dany screamed out of her room sounding clearly pissed and no one liked to have
a pissed Dany around. Viserys rolled his eyes and let go of Sansa’s arm before
he went downstairs.
“I planned to leave anyway because believe it or not but I do have a girl to
stick my cobra in.”
Dany screamed something after him about him having no cobra but a little worm
like she had said before and soon after that the house door slammed and Sansa
entered her friend’s room.
“Since when are we referring to our genitals with animals?”
She asked jokingly and closed the door behind her before she sat down next to
Dany on the bed.
“Tell me what happened.”
Sansa said, trying to be soothing and reassuring.
“As if you wouldn’t know.”
Dany mumbled and blew her nose. Her room looked a bit dirty Sansa recognized,
only used handkerchiefs and dirty laundry covering the floor.
“Well let’s play the game ‘Dany and Jorah dramatize again and her good friend
Sansa plays as if she wouldn’t know anything and listens to her’.”
Daenerys smiled, pulled the blanket tighter around her small body and started
to narrate. Sansa listened. She listened long, so long that it almost seemed to
her as if the seasons and tides changed in front of her eyes. It was already
12:37 p.m. when Dany finally came to an end and Sansa could speak again. It had
been the normal drama like always. Jorah didn’t gave her any space and Dany was
interacting too much with other boys like Daario Naharis.
“What are we supposed to do?”
Her friend asked confused.
“Now we know two things. Well at least I do as an out stander because the two
of you never seem to get it. You love each other.”
Sansa sighed and smiled. She was not lying, she was completely honest!
“Want to know why I know?”
Dany nodded.
“Whoever spends more than one second with you and Jorah knows it. It’s almost
ridiculous how much affection you both have in your eyes when you look at each
other, it really is. It is cheesy but it is true. You wouldn’t react so strong
to a person if you wouldn’t care for the person and both of you do that’s why
you fight so often. You love each other, it’s that simple.”
Daenerys snorted obviously disagreeing,
“Okay maybe not simple but yeah.”
“I don’t know if I can believe you that.”
Dany gave her a skeptical look and bit her lip. She was clearly not sure
whether she should over think Sansa’s opinion on her relationship problems or
just ignore it.
“You really can believe me Dany and I don’t mean that because I want to tell
you what you want to hear but because I mean it. If I would tell you what you
want to hear I wouldn’t tell you the following.”
“And what is that?”
Sansa took a deep breath. This surely wouldn’t be as easy as she thought it
would be.
“You two are too different. That’s why it doesn’t and won’t work in the long
run.”
Sansa watched as her friend gulped and nodded understanding.
“What would you advise me to do as my friend?”
”Try to spend as much time as possible with him as long as you both can
tolerate each other otherwise you will regret it excruciatingly sooner or
later.”
Of course it wasn’t what she wanted to hear but as she had said before Sansa
was her friend. She was there to tell Dany her honest opinion on everything and
surprisingly she took it kindly. After they had talked, they cooked spaghetti
bolognese and fooled around. They spent the rest of the day watching cheesy
love films and eating lots of chocolate just like a typical girl’s night would
proceed. All the time they were swooning over her favourite actors and singers
and occasionally Sansa’s mind drifted off to the ball and the dance with Petyr.
It was dark and late when she left, even Viserys were also already returning
home. She breathed in the cold air when she had left the house. It was a
beautiful clear night with many stars. She felt really good. She had told Dany
the truth regardless of how hard it had been and for that she felt some kind of
relieve.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Took me rather long to post again but here I am! The next chapter
     will contain Sansa and Petyr meeting again and it won't be difficult
     to read out where they will meet.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                 Petyr P.O.V.
“We have been working on this case for months now!”
Richard Thompson’s spit flew meters as he talked. He was sweat-soaked, his
breath was frantic and a vein of anger formed onto his forehead while his eyes
were roaming everybody in the room. Petyr fiddled with his pen and stared at
the papers in front of him. The meeting had been convoked this morning when
everyone had been entering their offices. It hadn’t been surprising after the
scandal yesterday.
“We need to know everything about our clients and it certainly doesn’t help
when we want to prove that the wife had an affair and get to know that her
husband, our client, did too just when we’re in court!”
They had officially screwed things up and no one could be angry at Thompson for
being angry with them. He was a good lawyer and an even better boss. Nobody had
as much experience as him in the business nor as much history as he had in the
whole lawyer section. There was never a word leaving his mouth that wasn’t the
absolute truth and accordingly they had really made a mess when it was him
saying so. Petyr looked around. There were just tired and sometimes upset faces
all over the table. Everyone was a little whacked for failing so heavily after
so much work. All of the sudden Gary Johnson jumped up.
“He brought this on his own by not telling us, I don’t see where this is
supposed to be our fault.”
Thompson shook his head and sighed.
“We were the ones who should make a tidy cut through this marriage and we
failed! He is a famous an influential man with millions of dollars consequently
it is our fault and we won’t accuse him otherwise we are rid of this case and
will get some taunting remarks and I won’t let this company be dragged through
the mire.”
Petyr watched Gary who was obviously over thinking something before the man who
probably had the worst taste in clothing dared to make a proposal as bluntly as
it was embarrassing for a successful and historical company like this here.
“We terminate our liaison before he can do it.”
He swore that he could hear some sucking in their breath while everyone watched
the boss for his reaction.
“We won’t do that!”
Thompson said through clenched teeth and stood up, moving to the big window and
turned his back on everyone. Gary opened his mouth again but Petyr cut him off
before more stupid words could slip out and would lead to unnecessary overtime
inflicted by Thompson.
“To terminate the contract is no solution no matter how fucked up this marriage
is or pushing aside the fact that he lied to us, we still have to conduct him.
If we would terminate the contract we would give up and then we would be
dragged through the mire more than ever for being such cowards, not even able
to finish the job.”
The boss turned around again and sat down. The vein on his forehead was gone
and he seemed to have calmed down.
“It doesn’t matter anymore what we did wrong but we have to dig ourselves out
of the shit we got into.”
He finally rasped and some approving noises rung out from all over the room.
“How?”
The one question nobody had an answer to and nobody liked to hear.
“I don’t know.”
It even surprised Petyr to hear such words leaving his bosses mouth.
“The jury’s faces said everything when his wife told us that this scumbag had
betrayed her too. Our whole image of the good husband who got hurt by his
cheating wife got destroyed in a millisecond. We built everything upon that.
There is just a slight chance that we will gain the trust of the court again.”
If there would be a way to win this case after all it meant a lot of work for
everyone. One look at his watch and Petyr knew that it was about time to leave
and make some calls. He was still stuck with the fucking Miller case. The son
of the mayor had apparently been caught doing some illegal stuff and assaulting
a minor and now he had to prove the contrary. The boy was a brat and not the
brightest bulb in the tanning bed, that much was clear but he was a brat Petyr
had to protect from a prior and community service. Fortunately Thompson seemed
to come to an end.
“From now on I want everyone to check on our information until we are a 100%
sure that we know every bloody detail we have to know especially when it is
someone important we are representing!”
He roamed the room, looking at everyone and apparently catching the new green
lawyer only sweet 29 years old playing with his mobile phone.
“Anderson!”
The boy startled at the barking admonishment and almost turned pale much to the
joy of Petyr.
“Did I make myself clear?”
“Yes Mr. Thompson, very clear.”
“Good.”
He murmured and stood up with a sigh.
“The meeting is finished. Go back to work.”
Petyr grasped his documents and stood up, attempting to leave the room along
with the others when his boss held him back by grasping his arm.
“Don’t fuck up the Miller case! We don’t need another headline making a mockery
of us.”
He hissed and Petyr simply nodded, leaving without a single word. He was
working for Thompson since ages and knew what he demanded of his personnel. If
you did your job right you didn’t need to apprehend anything and ideally Petyr
was very accurate doing his job. He passed the threshold and was relieved to
finally have his peace when a familiar figure appeared next to him. Petyr
hadn’t even noticed him being part of the meeting but it made sense that he had
been convoked too.
“Petyr.”
He gave him a nod and Petyr returned it approving before he murmured.
“Ned.”
Both men kept ambling along the hallway together and silently, passing all the
futuristic glassy offices on the way. Somewhere between the end of the hallway
and the office of Thompson the older one cleared his throat and started to
talk.
“I wanted to apologize. Cat gave me fair warning that my behaviour this Friday
on the ball may not have been quiet appropriate. I hope you don’t take it
personal but I just worried about Sansa as she is so easy influenced by people
and I doubt that being a lawyer and sometimes representing bad people like
thieves, drug dealers or rapists is the right influence.”
Petyr could clearly see the discomfort in Ned’s face. Was it really so hard for
him to apologize though Petyr hadn’t even needed an apology. He hadn’t felt
offended in the slightest last Friday.
“I hold no grudge! After all she is your little girl; I assume that more
fathers would react like that and that more mothers would make them aware of
their behaviour.”
“Cat doesn’t make me aware she practically growls at me.”
Ned joked and Petyr let out a fake chuckle. He couldn’t imagine that anything
leaving Catelyn’s mouth could sound like a growl or something like that.
“She is honest.”
He answered and Ned nodded approving.
“Yes she is.”
He confirmed and both remained silent for a while, just starring at each other
uncertain of what to say or what to do before Petyr broke the silence.
“Anyway, I have some work to do.”
He turned around without waiting for a response and entered his office. He had
used his work as an excuse to end the conversation of course but it was also
true. His informant had told him that Blake Miller would be in a club called
“The Origin” tomorrow night and Petyr had to go there. If there was anything
his client was holding back he had to know it and what better way to find out
than playing watch dog? He would be directly in attendance and could intervene
whenever it would be necessary. Petyr was familiar with the establishment his
client was about to visit and it was not a clean one. If Blake Miller would
decide all of the sudden to assault another girl or do drugs one more time, he
would get the chance there and it would get pretty bad. Neither the company nor
Blake nor the mayor and especially not Petyr needed that, so it was settled. He
would go there.
Chapter End Notes
     I think that the location where Sansa and Petyr will meet again is
     pretty much obvious now but that's okay as I'm sure that many may
     have an idea where I'm going with that but I wouldn't be too sure
     about what's gonna happen and what's not ;)
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***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     Last chapter before Petyr and Sansa meet again!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                 Sansa P.O.V.
 
"Want to bet they are together again tomorrow?"
Margaery’s voice rung out from the loudspeaker of Sansa’s phone which she had
tossed onto the bed next to her while she was learning for the upcoming math
test.
"I don’t bet with you whether they reassume their relationship or not."
Sansa answered and tried to recall the formula for the first derivative while
she restlessly tapped her pen against her book.
"Why not? Is it because you are a too good human who doesn’t bet about the luck
of others?"
"No, just because it isn’t funny anymore because you already know how it turns
out."
Both girls chuckled shortly. It wasn’t like Sansa or Margaery were heartless
people who found the suffering of their friend amusing or something to make fun
about but Dany was not suffering anymore but purely dramatizing. Most of all
she and Jorah were choosing their heartaches theirselves by always breaking up
because of unnecessary stuff and that was now really not the matter of Sansa
and Marg.
They were clearly not excluding her it was just that Sansa had developed a
deeper friendship with Margaery thanks to the fact that Dany liked to abandon
her friends a bit whenever there was a boy coming into her life.
"You are coming with us tonight, right?"
Sansa bit her lips and oppressed a sigh. Today in the morning she had got a
message from Margaery asking her whether she wanted to go out tonight to a new
night club and she hadn’t answered right away. So far she hadn’t been too
delighted about this offer.
"I will consider it."
"Oh Sansa no! You don’t want to end like Dany and always rot at home, pitying
yourself or do you?"
Well Margaery was somehow right. It had been a long time ago that she had been
to a night club. Something like that was of course not comparable with the ball
last Saturday …
In clubs you always get hit on by much more younger and smaller boys with poor
pick-up lines and you rejecting them but however, when everything worked well
then you got to set eyes on a guy more specifically got to talk to a guy who
was maybe about your age and really nice and normal. It would eventually let
you forget about how horrible this evening had been until now and then after
you spent a while on chatting with him, you would find out that he has a
girlfriend or worse, a wife and sometimes even a boyfriend. Yes, Sansa could
write books about such guys. The drinks however where cheap but gruesome and
dancing was impossible one way or the other because you couldn’t move well to
disco music with all the dubstep and techno. All you could do was move from one
foot to the other with a light step and throw your hands in the air and the
ones who did that with real passion and not just out of boredom and to kill
time were mostly drunk anyway and shortly before vomiting.
Therefore no, normally Sansa was not a friend of going out but rather the type
who stayed at home with a good book and some nice food but today she had no
excuse not to go. It was a new club and she couldn’t assume that the evening
and night would proceed the same way as she had experienced until now.
"You know what? I’m coming with you."
There were a few cries of joy on the other line and the matter was clarified.
 
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"Sansa?"
Carefully the girl let go of her eyelash curler and opened the bathroom door to
shout back.
"I'm upstairs!"
She closed the door again and reassumed her procedure of makeup. Even if she
was not going out often, she always cared to look good. Her tight black dress
she was wearing at the moment proved that as well as the Mascara she was just
applying. The door opened with dash and her mother entered.
"What are you doing?"
Sansa turned to her to show her the beginning of her masterwork on herself.
"I’m going out with Marg and some girls tonight."
She answered and recognized that her mother was ogling her dress wary. Sansa
could already sense the critic on one of her favourite clothing coming over
Cat’s lips and decided to prevent that quickly by distracting her.
"So what did you want from me mum?"
She asked with a smile on her lips, praying that her mother wouldn’t say
anything on the dress.
"I just came to tell you that we are leaving now and to give you some money for
the weekend."
Sansa’s eyes widened a bit and she almost smeared her makeup when her hand with
the mascara slipped off while she was turning to her.
"HM?"
Her mother gave her the typical ‘are-you-kidding-me-right-now’ look and shook
her head.
"The weekend at the forest cabin of your aunt? Are you even listening to me
sometimes?"
"That’s this weekend?"
Cat sighed and rubbed her eyes.
"Yes Sansa it is this weekend. Rickon and Brandon already wait in the car and
your father is loading our suitcases."
"And Arya?"
"She is with friends, an overnight party. She will be back tomorrow morning."
"Jon?"
"Jon has already left at midday. He has a meeting with his former friends from
the study. Maybe he will feel some kind of want or interest to go studying
again."
Cat said hopefully and Sansa gave her a sad smile. She knew that her mother
worried about Jon, her sorrows about all her children plagued her. She worried
about Robb that he would forget his family and blindly follow Talisa
everywhere, she worried about Brandon because of his accident two years ago
when he lost the ability of his legs and the lost of his joy on life, she
worried about Rickon because she had the feeling that he wouldn’t get enough
attention and felt left behind. She worried about Arya because she just
couldn’t behave sometimes and that surely would get into her way one day or
another and Sansa was sure that she did also worry about her. She just didn’t
know why.
"So I’m all alone this weekend?"
"Not really as you will leave soon to go out and when you get home you will
immediate go sleeping I assume and in the morning Arya will be coming home. She
promised me that she will be home so please take care of that sweetheart okay?”
"Yes mum."
Cat nodded appreciating.
"Alright then, all the best for your evening out and have fun. Stay away from
shady guys and no hard drinks!"
Sansa nodded and Cat gave her a small peck on the forehead before she framed
Sansa’s face and smiled.
"My beautiful and dutiful daughter."
Sansa laughed and pulled her head away.
"Go now mum if you don’t plan on making me blush for the whole evening."
Her mother returned her laugh and shrugged her shoulders.
"I’m just saying the truth, you are terribly beautiful."
She bowed forward and whispered.
"You must have that from me."
Then she winked at her and turned around just to be stopped from Ned. Her
father playfully pushed her mother inside the bathroom again and turned to
Sansa.
"What do I hear here? Sansa did your mother say anything condescending about my
undeniable beauty?"
"Just that I have it from her."
She said with a grin and Ned gave Cat an astonished look.
"Oh is that so? Do you have it from your mother?"
He gently stroke above his wife’s cheek and smiled.
"Well I guess you are right."
"Get a room."
Sansa snorted but still couldn't opress a smile at how gentle her parents where
with each other, how after all these years her father still brought her mother
flowers on Valentine's Day although she always said she wouldn't need any and
how her mother still made his favourite dessert whenever he was stressed. It
were the little things that make her admire her parents marriage. Her parents
laughed and only now Ned seemed to recognize the unusual procedure Sansa was
doing. His look was suddenly confused.
"Where is she going?"
He asked her mother instead of herself.
"Out with friends."
Cat answered and opened the door, going downstairs, leaving her now really
confused father behind and Sansa followed her immediate to say goodbye to Rick
and Bran. Mother and daughter were hardly out of the door and at the car when
they heard Ned coming down the stairs and it didn’t take long and the heard his
indignant voce behind them.
"Why am I told only now? It feels like I’m always being overlooked in this
family although I am the head of the family."
"Mum is the head of the family."
Sansa answered and looked at her mother with a grin on her mouth while Ned
snorted in the background. She and Cat liked it to tease her father from time
to time. She opened the left car door and crawled half inside to hug Bran as he
couldn’t move to come to her.
"Have fun Bran."
She murmured and turned to Rickon who had just started crying as he didn’t like
car rides. He was grabbing furiously at Sansa’s hair now, clearly wanting for
her to get him out of the car and without thinking she took him out of his seat
and on her arm.
"What’s up big boy?"
She half laughed and half cooed. Rick clutched her neck and trembled violently
while his bigger Sister tried to calm him by stroking his back and whispered
kind words in his ear that didn’t make any sense but still seemed to work. The
more surprised was she when her dad took Rick out of her arms and sat him
inside the car again, his cries already starting to fill the silent evening
again. He closed the car door and took a deep breath.
"Two o’clock in the morning is deadline. No alcohol, no drugs! If you get any
problems you call understood?"
"Dad, you and mum are a 3-hour drive away."
"You still call!"
Her father was making all of this look like a secret mission in the deepest
jungle. She gave him a smile and laid one hand on his arm, carefully, serious.
"I’ll call."
He smiled relieved and nodded.
"Okay, be careful darling."
"No worries! Have fun."
She hugged him and then her mother before they climbed into the car and drove
off with Sansa winking and playfully running a bit after them much to the joy
of Rickon. When they had disappeared and where out of sight and she couldn’t
hear anything but the silent wind and feel the cold air onto her skin, she
finally went back into the house to make herself ready all and for once. She
had only about 17 minutes left before Margaery would come to pick her up.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     OKAY... maybe there will be some Petyr this chapter *wink wink* I'm
     so bad at hinting....
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     dislike, tell me wether you like it or not, it would make me very
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                                 Sansa P.O.V.
                                        
                                 [city lights]
 
"Are you excited?"
Sansa tore her gaze away from the cars passing by the cab they were sitting in
and turned to Margaery, smiling and nodding.
"I really am."
She answered and it was the truth. She was excited.
"Oh my god. Who are you and what have you done to Sansa?"
Marg joked and Sansa dug her in a playful way.
"Stop it. I never said that I don’t like to go out."
"You are right but you still don’t go out more than once a year."
Sansa rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Yeah maybe but let me remind you that we had been out just this September!"
She gave Margaery a triumphant grin.
"We have November now Sansa!"
Margaery groaned and rolled the car window down to get some fresh air before
she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She sighed.
"I hope there will be cute boys there."
Sansa closed her eyes as well and leaned against the other window.
"I hope there won’t because you would leave me standing alone in a second."
"You’re probably right."
Margaery whispered and both girls laughed shortly.
 
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"Give me your jacket!"
It was hard to understand Margaery over all the people and the loud music but
eventually Sansa understood her and gave her the jacket.
"Hey can you purse my keys? I do not have a small pocket in my bag and do not
want to lose them!"
Her friend nodded and took the keys from her hand mumbeling a 'Sure' and
disappeared. While Margaery and the several other girls, they had met with
outside, of their group hurried to get to the checkroom, Sansa searched for a
nice place at the wall to lean against while she was waiting.
It had been pleasant that everyone of their group was at least already 18 and
older. There had been no drama with getting in after waiting for almost half an
hour in front of the entrance. The security guy had only briefly looked at
their IDs and had let them immediately in. It was already half past eleven in
the evening thanks to the long drive and the half hour waiting outside.
She checked her phone briefly and saw that she had three new messages. One from
Dany, one from Arya and one from Gendry.
22:12 Dany      "Please call me, need someone to talk to. XOXO"
23:01 Arya       "I may be home later tomorrow morning, don’t tell mum!"
23:25 Gendry   "Hey Sansa, would you like to hang out? I’m bored to death."
She ignored Dany’s message for obvious reasons, warned Arya to not come later
than she had promised their mother and rejected Gendry’s invitation with a sad
feeling. Just as she hit the ‘send’ button Margaery appeared at her side and
gave her an admonishing look.
"Put your phone away you addict and no more getting it out for the rest of the
night, that counts for all of us! You are supposed to dance and have fun."
Sansa smiled and tucked her phone away much to the joy of Margaery, who
immediately grabbed her hand and tore her after her right into the tumult. They
reached the bar and Marg wanted to take a drink right there at the very
beginning. At first Sansa wanted to reject the offer but her friend grabbed her
shoulders and looked her deep into the eyes.
"Tonight I want us to have fun. I don’t want us to just sit there and talk, no!
I want us to dance our asses off and empty the bar as good as we can. I know
you normally don’t drink, you never do but just for tonight Sansa, try it."
She handed her a shot with pink fluid in it, probably Vodka. Sansa took it
slowly and ogled it before she let her gaze wander over the other girls. Gilly,
Doreah, Ygritte and Jeyne. They all looked at her with some kind of a silent
plea to take the shot and if there was something she never wanted to be, than
it was a spoilsport. Sansa smiled and raised the glass to say cheers with the
others who gladly adapted and emptied the glasses. This would be her first
night drinking real alcoholic drinks.
 
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Two hours of dancing and drinking were already over. Sansa had to admit that
although this was her first night drinking much more heavy drinks than usual,
she felt great. It had not been too little to not feel good but she was not
drunk either. She was just in the middle and that was perfect as she had no
feeling of throwing up and not the slightest sign of a headache which most of
the people surrounding her seemed to have.
"Let’s go dancing again!"
Margaery bawled and Sansa followed her happily with a screech. They had already
lost the other girls an hour ago. Jeyne got lost when she had gone for another
drink at the bar and Doreah had felt sick and went outside to sleep in her car.
Gilly had to go to the toilet and although Ygritte had been totally annoyed of
the stupid rule to not go alone to the bathroom and told Gilly to not be so
girly she had nonetheless gone with her. They were pretty much spread over the
whole club, including the parking spot where Doreah was sleeping.
The music was good and the people created real atmosphere. Sansa did enjoy it
very much. Just as it seemed that this couldn’t get any better she saw that
Margaery, who was not far away from her, was dancing very intimate with some
guy. She rolled her eyes and smiled. That was her - that was exactly what she
was like. Always flirty and always cunning. You had to love it at some point,
as long as it wouldn’t get too intimate to not look appetizing anymore, Sansa
even found that it was something that was adorable about her but right now it
was getting too intimate. People were already looking and even though they were
standing not right to each other and people probably didn’t know that they were
friends, Sansa was feeling embarrassed for Marg. Her friend seemed to notice
and let go of her wannabe lover to briefly come over to her.
"I’ll be right back."
She screamed in Sansa’s ear and left her standing with a wink before she could
even protest.
She of course had not been right back. Sansa checked the clock and her mobile
phone every two minutes. She couldn’t find anyone and nobody answered their
bloody phone thanks to Margaery’s rule. She was completely lost. She didn’t
spot one single familiar face. Sansa was almost sure that she would have to
live here from now on as she didn't know how to get back home without her
friends. Why did she agree to go out tonight? Until now it had been really
funny but now it was horrible. She was lost and still a little bit tipsy, her
situation would probably not get better.
"You seem a bit lost."
She jerked from the sudden sensation so close to her ear. Startled of the
sudden voice obviously addressing her, she spun around and looked straight into
the familiar face of a smirking man. She needed one or two seconds to actually
be sure she wasn’t seeing something the alcohol was the cause of.
"Mr. Baelish!"
Sansa breathed the words more than she formed them.
"Petyr!"
He corrected her quickly with a wink and Sansa had to smile, she had never felt
so relieved.
***** A pleasant offer *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                 Sansa P.O.V.
                                        
Sansa had never been more cheerful to meet someone as she was right now and she
was sure that she never would be again. She would have never thought that he
would visit such an establishment. The light was very dim but she could still
see him clearly. He wore a black suit matching his shoes and a black tie. It
all looked unbelievably good on him not even mentioning how good his hair
looked too.
“What are you doing here Ms Stark?”
He asked her, his smirk had slowly vanished and was replaced with a look Sansa
could not quite interpret. The tone of his voice was slightly condemning as if
she was doing something that was illegal. Giving him a charming smile Sansa
stood up on tiptoes to make herself more audible because he was quite a tall
man.
“I’m partying!”
She answered and Petyr regarded her leery.
“And how old are you if I may ask?”
He asked obvious suspicious. Man, she hadn’t thought of him to be so stuffy.
“18.”
She answered bluntly and Petyr crooked his eyebrows before he stroked over his
goatee. A gesture that suited him as well as his suit.
“You know this club is only for aged 21 and above?”
He asked her with an amused undertone and at first Sansa thought that he was
joking, he must have been joking. The security guard had let them in without
even saying a thing about the age limit.
“That can’t be, we got in without any problem and no one of us is over 21.”
She screamed against the music and Petyr smirked.
“Pretty girls do always get access to night clubs, no matter their age.”
Sansa did almost not realize that he had just complimented her and blushed
lightly when she did. She couldn’t remember that someone had ever clearly told
her that she was pretty. Hearing it not from a boy but a man like Petyr now
made her kind of tingly all over but recalling what their conversation was
about she quickly felt a shiver chase down her back. He knew her parents and
she didn’t even dare to think of what would happen if he would tell her father
that she had been in a club that was meant for 21 and over. Sansa’s parents
weren’t very strict but they did care about the law and the law just said that
this was illegal here at the age of 18. She didn’t want them to be angry at
her.
Sansa regarded him carefully. She couldn’t really take the measure of him.
Would he talk?
“Perhaps we should seek out a quieter place.”
Without given the chance to answer, she found herself being turned around by
him and pushed into one direction. He seemed to know exactly where to go. She
found this kind of behavior to be a bit strange but did not dare to say
anything, still afraid about whether he would blab or not. Sansa was lead over
stairs and turned left and right numerous times until he stopped her in an
almost empty corridor with bright neon lightning on the ceiling. She leaned
against the cold wall that ensured a  steady position. Sansa felt a soft and
pleasant breeze of air on her skin and figured that there had to be an exit
nearby. It felt good on the skin but made her head ache, she still felt a
little bit tipsy.
“This is no establishment for a girl like you.”
She winced shortly at his voice, reminded that she was not alone.
“A girl like me? What kind of girl am I?”
Sansa asked and put her hand on her head, feeling a throb on her temples. She
pressed her fingers against them and did circling motions in an attempt to stop
her head from spinning.
“Are you okay?”
Petyr asked her and placed a hand on her arm.
“Do you need to drink something?”
She furrowed her brow and looked him straight in the eyes. Was this a test? She
knew it sounded ridiculous, but what if her father asked Petyr to go here and
test if she would drink or do illegal stuff and the most important question
was, how paranoid and stupid was she to believe so? Apart from this, her father
would never hire Petyr to do that.
“I don’t think so, alcohol would only make it worse.”
Sansa stammered and Petyr shook his head in response.
“I was talking about water and believe me, you need some.”
Without wasting another word he pushed her before him and lead her on her
forearms all the way back from where they had come. The people were shifting
them to and fro. Suddenly she could feel his hands wander down to her waist,
holding her tightly there as if to protect her from getting lost in this
swallowing amount of people.
“Annoying, aren’t they?”
She assumed that he meant the many people surrounding them and nodded.
“I hate to be surrounded by people.”
Sansa said with an annoyed grimace and Petyr chuckled.
“And you?”
She asked.
“What is with me?”
“Do you like to be surrounded by people?”
He almost laughed.
“Do I look as if I would like being here?”
She shook her head.
“No you don’t.”
“You see.”
“But why are you here then? If not for the girls or the drinks or both, why
then?”
It sounded like an interrogation. He wasn’t meant to think that she had the
opinion he would be too old to party although he was a bit to attend such
clubs.
“Business.”
Petyr simply answered, his facial expression becoming hard all at once. Sansa
wondered. What kind of business could someone attend to in a club? But she
remained silent and nodded. Gods her head was spinning. She needed to sit,
needed to drink anything except alcohol or otherwise she would collapse in
front of everyone. He stopped her once they arrived at one of the many bars and
screamed something to the barkeeper. Soon after Petyr handed her a cup with
cold water and she drank it greedily. Petyr ogled her wary. Her breath caught
when he leaned forward. He was so close to her face, to her lips only to
whisper in her ear.
“You look tired.”
Yes, she was terribly tired and just felt exhausted.
“You should go home, I’ll lead you out!”
Sansa didn’t try to discuss or bridle as she didn’t want to stay at this place
anyway. She nodded and he took her by the hand, pulling her behind him. Damn,
she was grateful that he was here. She wouldn’t have found the exit for the
next century without him. Maybe it was also the influence of the alcohol that
made her disoriented but anyway she would have been lost without him. He
dragged her left and right, down some stairs and straight to a door. After an
endless amount of doors and different rooms, what felt like an eternity to
Sansa, they arrived at the exit. It was cold but pleasant once they were
outside, the air was cooling her overheated body. Her ears were still numb
from the awful loud music inside that it was only now that she recognized Petyr
was speaking to her again.
“Shell I call you a cab?”
Sansa shook her head no.
“How are you coming home then?”
Man, she didn’t even knew it herself and if not even she knew it, what should
she tell him? Her brain wasn’t in the condition to fabricate a convincing lie
to reassure him.
“My parents aren’t home and I came here with Margaery. I do have a key but I
put it in Margaery’s bag and now I can’t find her anywhere.”
He raised his eyebrows and she recognized that it was somehow making him look
like a teacher who caught his pupil cheating what amused her a bit.
“Well, where did you plan to go then?”
“I don’t know.”
Sansa mumbled and Petyr craned is neck and scratched his jaw, clearly over
thinking something before he sighed audibly.
“You can sleep by me!”
Her eyes widened in surprise and shock. She couldn’t sleep by him, could she?
“Don’t be afraid Sweetling! I won’t harm you.”
Chapter End Notes
     Finally we have arrived at the point were things are getting
     interesting.
***** Fate takes a hand *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                    [Club]
                                        
                                        
                                 Petyr P.O.V.
 
Petyr craned is neck and scratched his jaw before he sighed audibly. She was so
drunk; she couldn’t even stand upright by herself. He couldn’t leave her like
this and to be honest, he didn’t want to leave her like this but what would Ned
and Cat think or say if they would find out? Without hesitation he decided that
they would be more disturbed when he would leave her here than when he would
take her home with him.
“You can sleep by me!”
Sansa eyes widened with sheer shock, as if he would kidnap and torture her.
“Don’t be afraid Sweetling! I won’t harm you.”
She didn’t say anything and so he quickly made the decision that he would not
give her a chance to say ‘no’. Petyr made sure that she was alright before he
guided her to the side and leaned her against a nearby situated wall.
“Do you have a jacket or something like that?”
She nodded slowly and fumbled in her bag, pulling out a piece of paper with a
number on it.
“The checkroom.”
She mumbled and Petyr took the paper quickly.
“Wait here!”
She didn’t give him a sign that she had understood but she also didn’t protest.
With big steps he crossed the space between him and the security guy at the
entrance. Gary was his name or Gared? Petyr had never been good with names,
only with faces; however he was sure that he had seen and talked to him before
and that his name was starting with the letter G. Considering other matters and
affairs Petyr had handled in his life, the information of the first letter of
his name and the fact that he seemed familiar would have never been enough
reassurance for him to engage the security guy but he had no time to be picky
and to search for someone else.
“I need a favor!”
The big man nodded silently.
“What can I do for you Mr. Baelish?”
He apparently had been right and the guy knew him. Petyr pointed to Sansa,
noting relieved that she was still leaning against the wall, not passed out or
broken down.
“See the girl over there? I need you to take care of her for a minute!”
He whipped out his wallet and handed the man 50 dollars. The man’s face showed
surprise but also approval which Petyr hadn’t expect otherwise. Money had
always bought men as well as it still would in the future and to his advantage
he had never really cared for money. It was just a means to an end and nothing
more. It surely had the advantage of making you powerful and considered but it
wasn’t everything. He gave the man a short nod before he headed towards Sansa
again; pulling her over to the entrance, back to the security guy.
“Take care of her!”
He let go of her and Gary or Gared or whatever gripped her by the waist,
holding her tight. Petyr didn’t really want to leave her with someone he
couldn’t trust - as if he had ever trusted someone - but he knew he had to.
“And when I say take care, I mean it! If I come back and anything happened,
you’ll regret it.”
The man starting with the letter G better not dared to disappoint him. He gave
Sansa a smile trying to reassure her but she didn’t seem to notice as she was
too drunk. Petyr turned around and felt a short stitch in his heart by turning
his back to her. He went back in and just wanted to get everything as easy and
fast over with as it was possible. Since he was alone, barring all the people
around him, his mind began to work. What was he doing? Was he insane? This was
Cat and Ned Starks daughter and he was basically kidnapping her. His conscience
was making him aware of its presence and he indeed felt a bit of shame creeping
up but quickly oppressed every kind of feeling that told him not to take the
girl to his home.  It got even worse when he saw the line of people waiting at
the wardrobe. He had to come through somehow as he couldn’t let Sansa alone for
so long. Petyr felt strangely relieved when he saw the checkroom attendant.
Maggie was her name. He knew because she wanted to go out with him once and he
had refused kind and polite. Not that she wasn’t good looking, but she simply
was a whore and if Petyr couldn’t like something than it were overdramatizing
and slutty women. She saw him too and indicated with a hand gesture that he
should come to the front. He made his way through the crowd and it didn’t last
long until he arrived at the counter. Petyr gave her the nicest and probably
most fake smile he had ever worn. He knew that he looked good when he smiled.
Not because he was smug but people had told him and the way she was playing
with her hair right now and blushed shyly, proved him to be right about this.
“I didn’t see you here in a while!”
Maybe because he didn’t like this club because it was filthy and he was mostly
just disgusted by the sort of people here.
“I have been busy.”
Petyr simply answered and she took his explanation without pressing him on.
“What can I do for you?”
He took the small piece of paper Sansa had given him out and handed it to her. 
“I need to collect the jacket of…”
Petyr hesitated. She would be upset if he would collect the jacket of some girl
while she had been turned down by him. Gods, women were complicated.
“I need the jacket of my niece.”
Her eyes widened and she laughed slightly.
“I never knew that you have siblings!”
He hadn’t any but shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
“I don’t normally tell people.”
Her mouth parted and she looked as if she had seen a ghost. At first he
couldn’t quite figure out why but it hit him hard when he caught her biting her
lip. She thought that he liked her very much; she thought that she was special
to him because he had told her that he would not tell people about his family
normally but had told her. Jesus Christ, some women were really exhausting
sometimes.
“I’ll fetch her jacket.”
She smiled and winked at him before she turned around. Was she really thinking
that he was flirting with her? The idea amused him somehow as he was clearly
not interested in anything. Next to him a girl collapsed and her boyfriend
obviously, was pretty drunk too because instead of helping her up, he laid down
beside her, kissed her and began to slowly slide his hand under her shirt.
Strangely she seemed to like it even in front of all the people who were
cheering and laughing with amusement. So much for the current youth!
“Here you go.”
Maggie handed him the jacket and he took it, very grateful that he could
finally leave this place. She checked him out briefly, layed on hand on his arm
and bowed forward to whisper in his ear.
“There is a little gift for you in the pocket.”
His hand slipped in the pocket and he pulled out a small paper with her number
on it. So he had been right and she had gotten the feeling that he was flirting
with her.
“When you are done with picking up small nieces from night clubs, you can call
me.”
Petyr nodded and gave her one last smile. He turned around and as soon as he
was out of sight he screwed up the paper and let it fall to the floor where
people immediately started to lumber over it. It was Maggie’s own fault. He had
told her that he didn’t want anything from her. If some women had to be so
unrelenting than they shouldn’t wonder whenever they got dumped.
He was almost at the exit when someone tugged at his arm. He turned around and
looked straight into the face of Margery Tyrell. Petyr knew her for her father
also worked in his company and she visited him once. Somehow he remembered her
looking more childish as she looked now. The girl was terrible drunk like his
little dove outside but unlike Sansa she didn’t convey the impression to be
innocent and pure. Her dress was doing a poor job of covering her body and her
makeup was way too intrusive. You could stick her in a brothel and nobody would
recognize the difference between her and the other whores, probably not even
when someone was fucking her. Petyr oppressed a chuckle.
“Aren’t you a friend of the Starks?” 
Friend was a dangerous word in connection with Ned but he knew that the girl
probably only needed a confirmation that he was familiar with that name.
“Indeed.”
Petyr answered and she seemed relieved to hear so.
“I know this is a stupid question but I have no idea what to do and thought
that maybe you could help me.”
The girl rose to her tiptoes spoke to his right ear.
“Have you seen their daughter Sansa?”
Perfect! Now Sansa’s totally unreliable, negligent friend wanted to take her
home with her or stay even longer. Margaery would leave her standing somewhere
again and then he would not be there anymore to take care of her. He almost
hadn’t had the heart to expose her to this danger. She was such a fragile
person but he had to turn her in, right? Petyr started the attempt to explain
that she was waiting outside but his mouth formed other words than his brain
did.
“No, I have not seen her.”
What was he saying? Margery’s facial expression turned into fear.
“Oh shit.”
She stammered.
“But I’m sure you will find her.” 
He patted her shoulder, trying to make an encouraging gesture, unsure of what
else to do and she nodded.
“Thank you anyway!”
The girl turned around and made her way through the crowd, probably to keep
searching for her friend. Too bad, she would not find her. Luckily she hadn’t
recognized the jacket in his hand. Petyr did not assume that she was very smart
but even she would have probably been suspicious if she would spot him with
Sansa's jacket. Thankfully the dark and foggy rooms made it impossible to see
properly. Only now Petyr realized his current situation. He could finally have
her all for his own. Ned would not butt in this time and Cat wasn’t here either
to protect her not even mentioning Sansa’s stupid friends who thought that they
would have lost her. A big smirk spread on his face when he exited the club. It
didn’t leave him when he collected Sansa and it was still there when they got
to his car to drive to his home.
Chapter End Notes
     Should I keep on writing?
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                 Petyr P.O.V.
                                        
She seemed dizzy. Looking out of the window, one hand placed on her head as she
probably had a headache, she almost appeared to be dreaming.
“Shell I roll down the window?”
Petyr offered in an almost low whisper and she lazily turned her head to face
him.
“I’m fine, thanks!”
She repeated with a smile and Petyr just nodded, returning his gaze to the
street. It was dark and the streetlights barely lightened the street to see
properly. He regarded the cruise control, 40 mph. Tonight he was driving fairly
fast considering that they were still in the city and not at the freeway but he
wasn’t worrying to crash. Petyr had always been a careful driver and tonight he
was paying even more attention to the street for he had a precious front seat
passenger. One look to the almost sleeping girl next to him and a smile crept
on his face.
Of course, many people would not approve of what he was doing right now or even
say that it was scandalous but often these people where the one's who wehre sly
dogs. Ned was such a person. He thought of him to be such a good father and
husband but he did not even know the half of his children not even mentioning
the  time he was spending with Cat which was by the way nonexistent. Petyr got
along with his conscience because he was not mistaking himself to be someone he
was not and that was quite a good way. 
“I am tired!”
Sansa suddenly wailed.
“Just a few minutes left.”
He tried to reassure her but she let out a frustrated whine in response.
“It is hot in here.”
She was wriggling in the seat, apparently trying to get comfortable. Petyr
sighed. Probably the only thing he had to give props to Ned was for fathering a
child, or in his case, many children. Those where the people who made sure that
there were always tiny humans running around. One of the reasons why
Petyr never wanted to have kids was that they were just annyoing at all time.
And that was his only reason, he did not need more. But Sansa was no child and
she was not really annoying him even if she could act like one.
“I offered you before to roll down the window.”
“But it wasn’t so hot in here before!”
She justified herself. Petyr ogled the squirming girl.
“That’s the alcohol.”
He stated.
“If I open the window now it will only get worse because of the oxygen.”
“I don’t care, I’m dying! Please just do it Petyr.”
He almost lost it when she begged using his name. This girl was driving him
insane and she did not even know about the power she had over him. With a groan
he obeyed and rolled the window down, much to the joy of Sansa.
 
 
                                 Sansa P.O.V.
                                        
The cool air felt good on her much too hot skin. She leaned against the inside
of the car door and closed her eyes, letting the wind ruffle her hair. Sansa
studied Petyr furtive. He was calm and not looking away of the street. She felt
save with him although she did not know him.
To be behind a wheel suited him very much. Somehow every position, every move
and almost everything suited him very much she noted slightly smiling.
“You’re alright?”
Embarrassed she realized he was looking at her by now while she had still been
gazing at him. He sounded worried.
“Yeah, just a bit tired like I said.”
He nodded silently. Sansa knew that she was a pain in the ass, complaining
about things and being so helpless without her friends, not having a key or an
idea of what to do but he was behaving like a real man would do and she admired
him therefor. Joffrey would not had taken care for her, he would have left her
at the club and Petyr was taking her to his home. Even if they had met before,
they were strangers after all and he was taking her home now. A stranger.
“What were you doing at the club?”
Sansa asked tentatively, knowing that not everyone fancied conversation during
car rides.
“Like I had said before, I was there to handle some things.”
“What kind of things?”
“Work.”
Petyr muttered and she looked out of the window again. Clearly he did not want
to talk about it. A gust blew through her hair and a strain tickled her by the
nose. She giggled but quickly became silent. Her headache had gotten worse, she
felt as if she had to throw up. Maybe Petyr had been right and fresh air
boosted the effect of alcohol. A groan slipped out of her and she leaned her
head in her hand.
“See? It’s like I said, the oxygen makes it worse. Maybe we should stop at a
pharmacy and get you something against nausea and headaches.”
She heard him sighing and looked up from her lap to look at him.
“You need to chill!”
Sansa said and he chuckled slightly.
“Do I?”
Petyr asked, one eyebrow arched up.
“Obviously! I am fine. Don’t worry about me.”
She continued and oppressed to hold back another groan. She was indeed nauseous
and she had a headache but she was already a burden to him. Sansa did not want
to require anything else.
“We should get you some medication regardless.”
He had already fetched his phone and she could see that he was searching for
the next nearby pharmacy. She placed one hand on his arm and shook her head.
“I don’t need any.”
She said in a reassuring tone. He quickly looked at her before he looked back
to the street, his phone still in one hand.
“You say that now, like you had said before that you were not hot and later you
were.”
Sansa rolled her eyes. She did not want him to make a detour but he was in
charge.
“I don’t need medication and you don’t seem as if you would like to stop
somewhere now but since this is your car and we are driving to your home, I
think it is appropriate to let you decide.”
She ruffled through her hair and leaned against the car door.
“You can do whatever you want.
“Good because I want to get you some medication."
They pulled over to a pharmacy and Petyr parked there. It did not take him very
long and soon he was coming back with a bag. Sansa sighed loudly before he
opened the car door. Now he had spent money for her. She felt really bad for
requiring that much effort.
“You should not invest in me too much, it won’t be profitable, I assure you.”
Sansa murmured while he passed her the bag and he actually laughed lightly,
starting the motor again.
“Let me decide weather it is profitable or not.”
He looked into the mirror and reversed. When they were on the main road again,
Sansa decided to shut her eyes as they felt heavy and managed to fall asleep.
She awoke again when she felt the car coming to a stop and blinked several
times before opening her eyes.
They had pulled into a driveway and the garage door opened automatically thanks
to a chip in his car which her dad had too. Almost everyone nowadays was way
too lazy to open doors themselves. Sansa felt overwhelmed with stimulants. The
light from his house was far too bright for her eyes and she could have sworn
to hear insects crawling though the grass but her rational side was still able
to tell her that the alcohol was the cause of this.
“You’re okay?”
She nodded and opened the door.
“I just really want to go to bed.”
“Of course.”
Petyr mumbled and climbed out as well. She did not even pay attention to the
setting or the house in particular as she was feeling more ill now. She was
very much grateful right now that Petyr had insisted on buying something
against nausea because the last thing she wanted now was that she would throw
up in his house, him possibly witnessing it. Sansa did not even wait for him to
catch up but just headed for the door to lean there against the cold wall of
the house with closed eyes, holding onto the little bag in her hands with a
strong grip.
“You do not look well.”
She opened her eyes lazily and gave him a weak smile.
“Charming.”
Sansa murmured and watched as he unlocked the door before he gestured her to go
inside. She crossed the threshold and stepped into the dark corridor. Searching
for the light switch, she suddenly felt an unexpected movement against her
feet. Sansa screeched.
Chapter End Notes
     I know this is awful but I had almost no inspiration for this chapter
     so I will give my very best for the next to make up for this.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“What is that?”
Sansa held her breath at the unexpected movement until she heard a click and
the room brightened up. Petyr had turned the light on and she immediately
looked down to her feet.
“Servius, my cat.”
He said with a smile and the small mewing bunch toddled over to Petyr who put
his coat on a peg and then picked the little thing up. Sansa cursed silently
for getting scared so easily by everything.
“I wouldn’t have guessed you to be a cat person or any type of a pet person to
be honest.”
She said while taking her shoes of and watching the cute little thing. He was
grey with somehow bright yellow and orange eyes and so damn tiny.
“I admit that I had not fancied the idea of a pet for a long while until one
day when I found this little cub outside. Someone had run him over and did not
even stop.”
“Oh, thank god the lucky thing survived.”
Sansa smiled and Petyr nodded while he tried to hold Servius back from licking
his face all over.
“More or less.”
He muttered and turned the immediately protesting tomcat so that Sansa could
see his underside. One foot was missing, she hadn’t seen it before.
“Oh poor thing.”
She breathed and shook her head.
“I took him to the vet when I found him and they saved him, leaving him with
this little disability.”
“And why did you take him?”
“The animal shelter was crowded and they said that they would probably put him
down after two weeks without an owner.”
He sighed and tried to tame Servius who was happily attempting to climb Petyr’s
shoulder right now.
“Since I am not a completely heartless man and have a strange foible for
weaklings, I took him.”
Sansa smiled and slowly reached out to pet him, letting him smell her hand
first before she began fondling his tiny head.
“He is perfect.”
She said and Servius seemed to agree with a purr.
“Yes he is. Anyway-“
Petyr sat Servius down on the floor and helped her to get out of her jacket.
“Are you thirsty?”
“I’d need something to drink for the medication. A glass of water would be
awesome.”
“Of course.”
Sansa let her bag slide off and then followed Petyr into the next room, which
was obviously the living room. A big room with a high ceiling and plenty of-
She let her eyes roam the walls and the furniture. There was plenty of nothing.
There were no pictures on the wall or any kind of decoration anywhere to be
found. It all looked very neat and clean but also seemed a bit saddening. The
furniture was mainly held in grey and white and sometimes a bit of black. She
had not expected that his home would be all colorful and stuffed with personal
things but this here had nothing personal. It was however clear that this was
an extraordinaire house. What she had not seen outside because of the darkness,
she could see now. The house was mainly made of glass. She had heard from these
houses but never seen one. Sansa swallowed, that was quite impressing.
“Water or mineral water?”
She stopped in front of the couch table and turned around to look at him.
“Water will do.”
Sansa smiled and watched him shortly while he fetched a glass and filled it
with water.
“Here you go.”
He gave her the glass and Sansa mumbled a quick ’Thank you’, feeling like
throwing up again. She quickly grabbed one pill out of the ones in the bag and
shoved it into her mouth, greedily drinking afterwards.
“It will work shortly.”
Petyr said, taking the glass from her and placing it onto the kitchen counter.
“Great. Would you like to show me your house in the meantime?”
Sansa was almost dying from curiosity on how the rest would look beside the
fact that she was in a glass house what was pretty stunning itself. Would he
have a mysterious room with a locked door or any secrets to hide? She could not
picture how he lived, only having seen the living room as an example on how the
rest would look and she did not like it when she could not take the measure of
somebody. Petyr was by far the hardest case when it came down to taking the
measure of him. He nodded at her question and took a view steps, opening a door
next to the kitchen, gesturing her to walk in. To her disappointment, Sansa had
to ascertain that everything was pretty normal. He showed her the two bathrooms
he had, his office, the basement and a storeroom. So far so good.  Everything
was of course super modern and surely expensive but she had expected somehow
more considering the already unusual house. Sansa however noticed that he did
not intend to show her his bedroom but she had already come to the conclusion
that Petyr was a reserved person and the bedroom was a rather intimate place.
Going through the next door, she gasped. This was really surprising, he had a
pool. A freaking pool.
"You have an indoor pool?”
Petyr grinned and nodded. It was fairly big for an indoor pool with lightning
on the ceiling as well as under water and many green palm like plants
surrounding it. There was also a small black table and two black comfortable
looking chairs with black towels on them. He had a certain taste compared to
most man.
“How can you afford all that?”
Sansa asked, beginning to circle the pool.
“Having no children and living alone saves a lot of money.”
Sansa let out a small laugh and nodded simply. She concentrated on a tablet on
the wall with some buttons and pressed one, noting that you could choose the
light in the pool.
“I’ve always fancied modernity.”
Petyr said, leaning against the door frame while he watched her explore his
house and home.
“One can tell.”
Sansa mumbled and turned to face him with a big smile.
“It is breathtaking.”
She said quietly and walked back to him while she watched the water turning in
an icy blue through the light.
“You haven’t even seen the best.”
He said sounding very excited all of the sudden and Sansa wondered how this
could become any better. Petyr walked over to the tablet and pressed a few
buttons in combination and suddenly Sansa heard a mechanic sound and watched in
fascination as a part of the ceiling pulled back, revealing a ceiling made out
of glass. It presented a magical view of the night sky and its stars. At the
same time, the roller blinds pulled up and revealed a big terrace with a
magnificent view over the city adding to a big garden. Only now Sansa noticed
that they were far away from the center of the city.
“That is beautiful Petyr.”
She breathed and he chuckled opening the terrace door for her. It was chilly
outside but oh so beautiful.
“I never thought that you enjoyed living far away from the city.”
Sansa said absently, admiring the terrace and its view.
“How do you maintain all that?”
She asked, now pretty curious regarding the smooth lawn and everything.
“I have a gardener, a maid who comes twice a week to clean up and someone to
clean the glass once a month. Like I said, no children save a lot of money.”
Sansa took a view steps forward, until she reached the soft grass and stepped
down, hearing that Petyr had followed her. She let her eyes roam the city which
seemed very far away.
“It must be lonely here.”
Sansa mumbled, immediate regretting what she had said but he did not seem to
take it offensive as he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
“If one hates to be lonely yes, if not than it is rather pleasant to live up
here.”
Being done with the house tour and the small talk, Petyr suggested going inside
again. He had probably recognized that she had shivered from the cold. Once the
roller blinds and ceiling were closed again, they went back to the living room.
Sansa let herself fall onto the couch and smiled happily when she was joined by
Servius. They had come to the conclusion that neither of them was tired and
Sansa had asked whether they could watch a bit of TV together to what Petyr had
agreed. While she was petting the little cat, Petyr was in the kitchen and made
something alcoholic for him and filled another glass with water for her. When
he came back, he set the glasses on the table and put Servius on the floor. The
tomcat obviously was not allowed to sit on the couch. He turned the TV on and
let himself sink back. It played all sitcoms, two and a half men, the big bang
theory, how I met your mother and two broke girls. Nothing that Sansa was
interested in and she guessed that Petyr was neither.
“She never told me about you.”
Sansa suddenly said. It was troubling her since the ball why in hell she had
never heard his name once in her entire life when her mother had been so close
to him.
“What?”
Petyr asked watching Barney being slapped by Marshall. Sansa had seen that
episode a hundred times when she had been younger.
“My mother, she never mentioned you.”
“Shame on her.”
Petyr answered with a half grin, still starring at the TV.
“I mean I heard stories about her childhood but I would have recalled if you
would have been in them.”
“Then you haven’t heard the best stories yet.”
Petyr said and Sansa punched his arm lightly, snorting rather unladylike. It
shocked her that she dared to talk and act with him as if he was a close friend
or something like that, regarding that he was, if one would want to entitle it
rather a stranger than a friend but she somehow had quickly come to trust him.
And bloody hell, he had bought medicine for her, she had been in his car and
now she was in his house, there was nothing that made him a stranger anymore.
“You won’t tell me, will you?”
She asked him quietly, referring to the stories. Petyr gently shook his head
and sighed.
“I’d prefer not to.”
She had understood by now that the man next to her probably had had other
feelings for her mother than Cat had had for him but he seemed to be almost in
pain, talking of her. Sansa knew what a broken heart felt like thanks to
Joffrey but in her mother’s and Petyr’s case there must have happened something
bigger and excruciating and it was bugging her to not knowing what it had been.
“It is okay with me if you don’t want to talk about it.”
She said quietly. Petyr turned his head and smiled at her.
“No it’s not okay with you. If I have learned one thing from the Tully woman
than it is that all of you are stubborn and don’t accept when someone doesn’t
do as you say and you obviously want me to tell you.”
“I am a Stark, not a Tully.”
Petyr snorted.
“Nonsense. You have the red hair and the blue eyes of your mother. You are a
Tully. You can’t deny that with these features.”
He looked at her and one of his hands darted out, taking a strain of her hair
in between his fingers. He played with it, twirled it around, watched it with
fascination and sighed.
“You are far too beautiful to be a Stark.”
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry that it took so long. I will work on this more frequently
     now, I promise. I hope you like it and boy oh boy am I not ready to
     write the bit of smut in the next chapter...
***** Servio *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sansa watched his hand in eager fascination as he played with her hair. He had
just called her beautiful. She swallowed hard and pressed her hands flat
against her thighs. How could it be that it felt so completely different to be
with him than with all the other boys she had ever spent time with. Although,
it was not right to compare him to boys, he was a man. Perhaps that made the
difference. Joffrey had never made her feel beautiful or wanted but to Petyr it
seemed so naturally that she was somebody one would desire. She looked at him
and Petyr gave her a lazy smile. Oh there was a strange feeling in the lower
part of her belly when she saw him smile. Sansa wanted to kiss him badly, she
had never had such an urgent desire to kiss somebody. She knew how a kiss
started and how it proceeded and how it ended. She had been kissed before but
she had never been so nervous as right now.
They had been completely silent since he had called her beautiful but that was
not bothering her at all. What was bothering Sansa was that he wasn’t doing
anything. This was like a perfect movie scene, it was quite dark, she was
sitting right next to him, her knee almost touching his and he had just
complimented her. Normaly, in a movie, they would kiss now but Petyr just
stared at her, his fingers still interwined with the strain of hair.
“It is late.”
Sansa broke the silence. Petyr looked at the watch and back to her, agreeing
with a murmur.
“We should get some sleep?”
She carefully said, nervous as to how he would response.
“Is that a question or an order?”
“A proposition. Since it seems that we have nothing else to do...”
Sansa swallowed and cursed herself mentally for hinting at her desire to kiss
him so obviously. Petyr scratched his beard and chuckled, his gaze dropping to
the side for a moment. A smirk spread upon his lips when he looked back at her.
“You are a very subtle one.”
He said his voice dripping with sarcasm before he leaned forward. Sansa did her
best to ignore her sweaty palms and her near heart attack and closed her eyes
before she felt him on her. In an instant she almost forgot how to kiss but she
would not had been able to care even in the slightest if she really would have
forgotten. Her brain was empty and all she felt was his lips. He was kissing
her slowly, only slightly opening his mouth to fit his lips on hers and Sansa
mimicked his movement. It felt nice. She was used to being stabbed with tongues
immediately when kissing guys in her age so this pace was something new. It was
exciting and she did not even for a second spend one thought on who he was and
how old he was or what her father and mother would think. She would have enough
time to think about that later.
Sansa felt his hands gripping her firmly at either side of her hips and lifting
her in his lap. She couldn’t oppress a smile when he bit her bottom lip and
lightly sucked it into his mouth, begging her silently to open up for him and
Sansa did all too willingly. Her hands braced herself against his torso. She
heard nothing but the silent cracking of the fireplace and a muffled sound from
Petyr whilst he spread her mouth with his tongue. His beard was pleasantly
scratching against her lips and skin and she wondered how it would feel
elsewhere.
Running his tongue over the tip of hers, Sansa gave a small sound of pleasant
surpsie and she felt him smile against her. He broke the kiss and shortly
looked at her before urging her even closer by pressing his hands against her
back. Sansa came all too happily, finding his lips again and indulging in an
open mouthed kiss with a sigh.
His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along
her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of
feeling. One hand found his hair and playfully tugged at it, earning a groan in
response.
Petyr’s fingers dug deeper into her hips and Sansa felt that he began to softly
grind her against him. She layed her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips
against him while he explored her mouth. Her knees scratched against the rough
material of the couch with every rocking movement but she did not care. She
wasn’t even able to think clearly. Once she had found a good rhythm, his hands
stopped to guide her and slid down to her thighs, slowly pushing up the fabric
of her dress. The warm touch of his hands combined with the heated kiss lead to
most of her blood shooting down, in between her legs.
She had never been kissed like this before. He made it seem so easy to
concentrate on everything at once that Sansa felt her stomach turn with fear
when she even had to think that she might have sex with him tonight. She had
been kissed before and fooled around, she knew what a cock looked like and she
knew what fingers and tongue felt like but she had never had ‘real’ sex.
Penetration. Should she tell him or should she just let him start and figure it
out himself? Did he already know? Was she good enough at kissing to not give
away that she was still a virgin? There were an awful lot of questions in her
head but they vanished when Petyr suddenly pulled her hard against him and she
felt the hard fabric of his trousers gracing her panties thanks to her dress.
Sansa groaned. He did it again. Always dragging her over the growing buldge.
His right hand slipped to the underside of her right breast and he stroked her
gently before cupping it, feeling the weight. His thumb made circular motions
around her covered nipple, circles getting tighter until he flicked it softly.
His other hand left her hip and joined the right one.
By now Sansa was a sweating and moaning mess. There was so much stimulation.
His crotch against hers, his mouth and tongue and his hands. She was at the
point where her resistance had already walked out the door. Petyr could do to
her whatever he wanted to do.
She suddenly felt a strange sensation against her stomach, a movement. Breaking
the kiss unvoluntary she looked down mutually with Petyr.
Servio.
Sansa immediate got off of his lap and sat beside him, straightening her dress
down quickly while Petyr grabbed the little tomcat and placed it onto the
floor. She cleared her throat and he ruffled through his hair.
“I..I think I should get some sleep.”
Sansa stammered while fumbling to pull her dress back up and swore to hear her
heart beat loudly against her chest. She carefully looked at Petyr who was
still panting a bit but nodded agreeing.
“Yes, we both should.”
He answered his voice lower and raspier than before.
“The bedroom is up on the left.”
She nodded and stood up quickly.
“Thank you, good night.”
“Good night.
Sansa wanted to run, run and hide. She walked down the corridor as fast as she
could and almost sprinted up the stairs. Taking a turn on the left and opening
the first door, she stormed in.
“Shit shit shit shit shit.”
Sansa cursed under her breath while she closed the door and let herself sink
down to sit against it.
What had she done? This was her father’s workmate, a man old enough to be her
father himself, former friend of her mother and now she had kissed him. Sansa
groaned in frustration and desperation. She was still in his house and there
was no way she could leave this room again and successfully overplay what had
happened seconds ago on the couch. For god’s sake, she had sat on his lap and
had tugged at his hair, not even mentioning that her tongue had been deeply
intertwined with his.
“Fantastic performance.”
She murmured bitterly and bit her lip.
It had actually felt pretty damn good to kiss him. HE had been good at it.
Tentatively, she let her fingers run over her bottom lip as if she could still
feel him there. He had tasted good and his grip on her hips had been of a
certain powerful yet pleasant strength.
One part of her screamed internally to go back down and continue where she had
left off and the other part was purely ashamed and embarrassed of her behavior,
demanding from her to go to bed and regret it for the next ten years. And
although the part of her that wanted to go back down again was stronger, she
crawled into the bed. She pulled her dress over her head and droppped it onto
the floor. Sleep was not coming easily but after some time, she felt her eyes
getting tierd and snuggled into the pillows falling asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     Forgive me for the bad make out session..Feedback maybe? (PLEASE)
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Notes
     I originally planned to let them have sex but decided otherwise. I
     don't know but I just really had the feeling that Sansa would not do
     it, not that she is a prude but I just had a feeling. Don't fear
     though, I now know exactly when and why it is going to happen ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was warm. The kind of warmth that was just perfectly pleasant on your skin.
Sansa blinked a few times, dazzled by the sun which was shining through the
window. She smiled and snuggled deeper into the white, fluffy bed sheets. They
had a smell that was unidentifiable, a mix of something sharp like mint,
something darkly like scotch and something earthy like – like freshly cut
grass. She inhaled the scent coming from the sheets and sighed, rolling from
her stomach to her side.
Mint, scotch and grass? Her sheets didn’t smell like one of these things!
She sat up and was greeted with the sight of a bedroom she had never seen
before. Recognition washed over her and she froze. She was at Petyr’s home, in
his bed and only in her underwear. She sighed and pushed the blanket down in an
attempt to stand up and dress but instead she pressed one hand to her mouth to
let out a frustrated groan. The couch. It all came back in seconds. The kiss.
Mother have mercy.
Suddenly Sansa heard foot steps on the stairs and pulled the blanket back up.
She shortly thought about faking to still be asleep but canceld that plan
quickly. Her heart beat louder as she watched the handle being pushed down and
the door opened slightly. He stepped in and carefully closed the door before
looking at her with a lazy smile.
“Morning.”
He was dressed in a black jogging and a grey v-neck t-shirt. His hair was
slightly rumpled but it just made him look more handsome. Sansa let his eyes
roam him briefly before she whispered a husky ‘good morning’ back.
She almost passed out of shame, remembering what things she had done last
night. Sansa didn’t know what to say as she had never found herself in such a
situation. Margaery would probably know what to do.
“Did I wake you?”
He asked, his voice oddly soothing.
“Not at all, I am already awake since a few minutes.”
Sansa clutched the blanket tighter.
“I am sorry for occupying your bedroom.”
“You don’t have to say sorry, you are my guest. That is quite natural.”
Petyr said with a reassuring smile and winked at her before handing her a bag.
Sansa looked inside, confused what he wanted to give her. She found a pullover
and black jeans with the price tags still on them.
“I don’t know what size you have but I hope it fits somehow.”
Had he been shopping for her? In the morning? Sansa wasn’t used to get spoiled
like this. He had quite a taste. The pullover was emerald green, feeling fluffy
and expensive. She ogled the price tag, her mouth dropped.
“Petyr, that is really nice but too much! Thank you but I’ll give you the money
back!”
He protested.
“No you won’t. I brought that on myself when I took a drunk minor to my home. I
did not plan this but I did not plan many things that still happened.”
Sansa blushed hard, thinking about the whole scenario on the couch again. The
situation was a bit awkward now, both starring at each other, not knowing what
to say. Once more, Sansa regarded him. He looked so handsome, leaning against
the dresser his eyes a bit foggy from sleeping, lips puckered up into a smirk.
She would like to taste him again, maybe run her fingers through that typical
morning hair. She wanted to have more off that. Her gaze drifted from his lips
to the watch on the wall behind him and her heart almost stopped.
“Oh shit! It’s past twelve, I have to go.”
Sansa jumped up and almost tumbled out of the bed. Recalling that she had
nothing on but her underwear, she quickly grabbed the blanket and wrapped it
around her. Petyr had quickly looked away, faster than she had been able to
grab the blanket.
“I’ll go outside so you can dress.”
He said and Sansa only nodded while she watched him went out of the room. She
should have set an alarm. Her mother had told her explicit that she should be
home early enough to make sure that Arya would be punctual and now it was
herself that was late. Sansa tore the price tags off of the two items and
quickly pulled the pullover over before she slipped into the black pair of
jeans. Both felt nice and fit perfectly. She grabbed her black dress and her
purse, checking briefly if she had everything.
She sprinted down the stairs. Petyr was already waiting in the living room. He
was dressed now. Where did this man keep all his clothes if not in his bedroom?
“I’ll drive you.”
He said and held up the car keys.
“No you won’t Petyr. You have done enough for me. I do not want to demand
more.”
Sansa really felt guilty. She did not exactly know how much money he had spent
for the medicine but she knew how much the clothes had costed. That had already
been enough. She went to the door and pulled on her shoes before grabbing her
jacket.
“Bollocks, I will drive you.”
Sansa pressed one hand against his torso, blushing when she remembered what had
happened when she last had done that.
“Please. I saw a train station near by yesterday and I have my ticket with me.
You really have done enough, please don’t make me feel bad.”
She felt him relax and give in.
“I do not wish to make you feel bad.”
Petyr said and Sansa felt her knees get weak. Even just for those words she
could have kissed him again. People were normally NOT accepting her wishes.
“Again, thank you for everything. I don’t know how I can make that up to you.”
“You don’t need to. Just promise me to take care on the way home.”
He opened the door for her and Sansa briefly thought about hugging him but then
decided not to. If her feeling would be proven to be right, this would not be
the last time she would see him. She would save that hug for herself. With a
smile she slipped out of the door and walked away, shouting a quick 'bye' and
'thank you' again.
She banished all of her thoughts concerning Petyr on the way to the station and
focused on other things. Firstly she needed to call Margaery. Sansa was lucky.
She arrived at the train station and jumped into her train just in time. She
sat down and pulled out her phone. Only 17% battery and of course numerous
calls of Margaery and the others. She better made that call quick. Her thumbs
scrolled through her contacts and swiftly pressed the contact profile she
neeed. It did not take her friend long to answer.
“Hey Marg.”
“Oh my god Sansa, you cannot imagine how happy and relieved I am to hear your
voice! Where are you?”
“I am in the train on the way home and I really need my keys.”
“Yeah, sure! I’ll come to the station but where have you been? I did not find
you last night, you were suddenly gone.”
“I went-“
Sansa hesitated.
“I went to a friend.”
There was a short silence on the other end.
“Sneaky sneaky Sansa. You better tell me everything about him and everything
else that happened. See you at the central station.”
“Margaery it is not importa-“
But here friend had already hung up.
“For god’s sake.”
Sansa mumbled and leaned herself against the window. After half an hour she
arrived at the station and was able to block Margaery's questions. She told her
something about headache and being tired, getting her keys and heading home.
The station was only 10 minutes away from her home. Sansa could already spot
her sister from afar.
“Where have you been?”
Arya was standing in the door frame, her arms crossed in front of her chest and
a mischievous grin on her lips.
“What will mom say if I tell her that you came home at 13:00 p.m. and left me
standing here in the cold for two solid hours?”
Sansa opened her purse and grabbed her wallet, taking out 50 dollars.
“She won’t say anything because you won’t tell her.”
She gave Arya the banknote and sighed. Arya had a high price but if she could
get her silent about all of this, it was worth it. Her little sister took the
money gladly and nodded, tucking it into her jeans while Sansa got the key and
opened the door.
“Alright, you have been here since a long time when I arrived.”
Arya mumbled and vanished immediate. Sansa was tired. She managed to change
into her pyjama and hide the pullover and jeans that Petyr bought her. She laid
down and sighed. The last night had been probably the most interesting so far.
She rolled around and snuggled into her sheets. Her bed was freshly made and
smelt good but still...
There were far better scents for sheets out there. Mint, scotch and freshly cut
grass for example.
Chapter End Notes
     I am finally at the point were the tags can begin to work yeeeeey
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
It was already evening when Sansa awoke again. She was feeling dizzy and
hungry. It seemed that her parents and siblings had already returned from her
aunt. She stood up and went downstairs.
“Mum?”
Her mother was standing in the kitchen and stirred soup.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.”
She answered with a smile and reached for other ingredients.
“Were you not supposed to return tomorrow?”
Sansa asked sleepily, beginning to help her mother by taking out some plates
along with some spoons.
“You know your aunt Sansa. Rickon played with one of Robin’s toys and
accidentally broke it, Lysa was furious and started a fight which your father
ended by deciding to drive home.”
Sansa laughed and brought the plates and spoon to the table, smiling at her
father who was reading the news paper.
"Did you show her dad?"
"You bet!"
Ned snorted and Sansa laughed. Her mother came in with the stock pot. She
placed it in the middle of the table.
"Sansa be so good and call your siblings."
She did as said and called for Arya, Rickon, Bran and Jon. Arya was the first
to arrive at the dining table, followed by Rickon and Jon. Bran took longer
since he had to use the wheelchair aid at the stairs. Many had often offered to
push and carry him but he had always refused. Her brother did not want to be at
the mercy of anybody. As soon as he had arrived too, her mother began to give
out the soup. Everyone began eating when suddenly the phone rang. Cat stood up
with a sigh and went to pick it up. Sansa only heard unintelligible words but
she wondered why the call had been so short when her mother came in again after
a few seconds and patted her father on the shoulder.
“Ned, Petyr is on the phone for you.”
Sansa almost spat out her entire soup but managed not to and instead
froze. Everyone around the table did not mind for who was on the phone but
Sansa did care a lot.
“Baelish?”
Her father asked and her mother nodded.
“Oh for god’s sake, what does he want?”
Her father mumbled and whiped his mouth with a napkin before he stood up and
went to the living room. Right now Sansa was torn between quickly jumping up
and running away or taking a knife and stabbing herself to death as quickly as
possible. Why was he calling her father? Did he normlay call here? She could
not remember. Her father spoke quietly and she was not able to hear what her
father was saying but it sounded serious. But why in hell would Petyr tell her
father anything about yesterday? When Ned came in again he said nothing at
first. He sat down and took his spoon, looking at the soup. After a while he
sighed and laid the spoon back on the table, leaning back with a long sigh.
“Sansa?”
She should have run away.
“Hm?”
She mumbled, trying to sound as nonchalantly as she could.
“How was your club visit yesterday?”
Next to her she could observe Arya shortly pausing eating before acting as if
she had not heard anything.
What was happening here?
 
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