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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Petyr_Baelish/Sansa_Stark, Harrold_Hardyng/Sansa_Stark_mentioned
  Character:
      Petyr_Baelish, Sansa_Stark, Robin_Arryn
  Additional Tags:
      Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Sexual_Tension, Daddy_Kink, Fingerfucking
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-13 Words: 2331
****** A dangerous man ******
by XxlittledovexX
Summary
     Sansa thinks about Lord Baelish and how he helped her when she just
     stands in front of his door.
Notes
     This is my first FF and also my first attempt to write about these
     characters.
     Anyway i hope you enjoy reading!
See the end of the work for more notes
He was a dangerous man, she knew that. She knew it since the day that she first
met him. He would spawn nothing good in her and nevertheless she trusted him.
He helped her to escape from Kingslanding and incorporated her in his own home
as his illegitimate daughter Alayne. He cared and worried about her. Sansa was
grateful for that although an icy shiver chased her back every time when she
thought of all the terrible things he had done for her, but she knew that it
had been necessary crimes in order to protect her. She was alright, here, where
she was now….
She had enough to eat, a warm chamber, nobody would search not to mention find
her and occasionally Petyr would take her for a short walk through the snow-
covered gardens. These walks as short as they were let her forget the fearful
thoughts about her lost brothers and her missing sister for a few hours. But
right now, in this moment, she didn’t feel comfortable, literally anxious. She
waited already since minutes before his door and thought about him. About this
extremely intimidating man, waiting for her on the other side of the wall.
Sansa sighed in frustration. She knew that she would be helpless at the mercy
of his astute words as soon as she exceeded this threshold.
As always, she thought and had to chuckle despite her position.
Yes, he was able to get her (and all of the others) out of composure with often
just one word used and although she did not like it, she admired him for that.
The only thing that really scared her about him was his too rapidly changing
personalities.In the beginning she had always asked herself to whom she spoke,
the crafty Littlefinger, the courteous Lord Baelish or even with his true self,
Petyr! But now she was able to differentiate his three beings without any
problems, what helped her a bit to adapt her character to each of the relevant
personality.
“None of this makes any difference”, she mumbled to herself and knocked
powerful on the door before she biding bestrode the freezing cold doorknob with
one of her delicate hands.
“Come in!”
She opened the door and entered. He sat behind his large wooden table. Sansa
had always wondered where he got this magnificent piece of art from. Although
the desk was in fact only made of wood, he shined and was equally as noble as
marble. When Petyr calls her to his chamber to talk to her, she often slides
some of her fingertips over the beautiful material when he stands with his back
to her or just gives her no attention at all. The table felt cold and although
she did not want to, she kept thinking of how it would feel to sit behind it,
write something on it, and myybe be the Lady of the Eyrie ... Immediately, she
dropped a polite curtsey and bowed her head slightly before she dared to look
him in the eye. These gray-green eyes that laughed only rarely, when his mouth
did. But his eyes were riveted to a piece of paper and it seemed as if he
didn’t even notice her presence.
„You called for me my lord?“
Now he looked up and smiled softly.
 „Alayne!“
His voice was delighted and, unlike his eyes, she could trust her ears what
concerned his voice. His voice could not fool her.
 “Come over here little one, I want to show you something!”
Petyr, it was Petyr and thanks god not Littlefinger. She liked to talk and be
with him best. Relieved, she took a deep breath and made her way to him before
she stopped just before the table.
„What could you possibly want to show me, father?”
A smile crossed his lips. Sansa knew that he liked it when she called him
father. He indicated to her with a hand gesture that she should stand beside
him and she bridged the last bit of distance that was left between them. As
soon as she arrived beside him, he put a hand on her hip to keep her where she
was as if she would run away ... as if she could run away!
 „You see that?"
He pointed to the piece of paper in his hands. The girl nodded. It was a letter
and the broken seal on the envelope seemed strangely familiar to her.
“Read it!”
He pointed to the second line.
"We would like to arrange a meeting between our Harrold and your lovely
daughter Alayne."
Once she was done, he tore the letter out of her hand so that she could no
longer read. She was sure that there had been more information in this letter.
He and his damned secrets.
“Do you know what that means? “
Sansa nodded silently. Her voice was husky and her mouth dry as she answered.
“It means that I and Harry become engaged, right?"
 „Yes!“
When she received the confirmation from him, she knew that it was inevitable
now and fell on his chair. She buried her face in her hands as she felt a few
tears running over her flushed cheeks. She didn’t want to get married!
Especially not to someone with whom she had only talked once out of courtesy on
a ball and just briefly. Sansa felt Petyr's hand stroked her hair and was
unable to oppress her whimpers or stop crying, she even cried louder.
Wordlessly, he pulled her into his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder,
searching for protection.
„Sansa!“
She still sobbed and trembled but her throat was now also constricted! He
almost never called her by her real name.
„Father please, don’t allow that I marry this coarse man!”
 "I'm sorry, Alayne, but now is not the right time to be selfish.”
It was never the right time…..
“Do you want Winterfell?”
Of course she wanted Winterfell again but there had to be another way. He
caressed her back and it felt reasonably good. She was so close to him that she
could smell his personal scent. It was a sweet smack, like a dornish wine.
Sansa calmed down and finally brought a whimpering 'Yes' out.
"Then you will marry him!"
Her sobs grew quieter and she pulled away from his grasp. His eyes radiated
sympathy but she could not be sure whether he really felt it, or just wanted to
fool her.
„I‘m afraid!“
“Why? You'll dine with your husband, accompany him on balls... It won’t be much
different than it is with me! So what is it then that worries you, Sweetling?”
His words quiet calmed the trembling girl, because he was right ... as always,
but still there was this one thing, that one little thing where she felt
uncomfortable to talk to him about it. But since Sansa knew he could read her
mind like an open book, it did not matter.
“I’m still a virgin…”
She blushed and lowered her gaze, clearly ashamed to talk about this topic with
her 'father'.
"Ah, the marriage bed ...."
He chuckled and sat down in his chair.
"That's what I already thought ..."
Sansa still not dared to look him in the eyes.
Only when she heard a dull noise, she looked up and saw how he tapped on his
legs, what should signalize her that she should sit on his lap. She did not
hesitate and sat on his lap while he put one hand on her hip and the other
stroked her hair.
“Every day, women around the whole world suffer the lower cravings of the most
obnoxious men to make just a little bit of money. It is humiliating and
shameful, but they survive in this cruel world!”
Although she had to think immediately of the poor girls in his brothel, there
was some truth to his words, and it woke Sansa's curiosity about what he was
getting at.
"If these brave women are able to endure that, you can endure a night with
Harrold!"
Although she did not like it, he was right. She nodded in agreement and noticed
a little bit shocked but without ulterior motives that his one hand, that had
rested on her hip, moved to her thigh during the conversation. Strangely, Sansa
felt better with him touching her, calmer somehow...
“And as for the physical, it is going to hurt but the pain will stop fast
enough.”
She could feel his warm breath against her ear as he spoke what caused her
flesh to crawl. His hand was still resting on her thigh and it was not as
disturbing as before.
 “I won’t let him hurt you!”
She looked at him, surprised of his words.
“I would never let anyone hurt you, my beautiful daughter!”
His hand moved down to her ankles, where he began to slowly push up the fabric
of her dress. His touch on her bare skin tingled and her head was as empty of
all her worries as it was on the walks with him. Still, she knew this wasn’t
appropriate and she had to stop him.
“What are you doing?”
“Let me help you Sweetling. I can take your pain and your sorrows! “
His words uttered a tempting offer. Wasn’t it what she wanted? To forget all
her sorrows and just give up for a brief moment, not longer feel obliged to
fight back. She bit her lip nervously, undecided what to do. But he took the
decision off her as he continued the journey of his hand. Sansa did not move a
millimeter when she felt him on the inside of her thigh. What was she supposed
to do anyway? She didn’t even know what he exactly intended to do… Only as she
felt his fingertips hover on top of her smallclothes, she realized his
intention. Sansa wanted to say something in protest but he stopped her attempt
by pressing against her sex. The girl gasped in surprise. Although he didn’t
touch her skin at all, it was enough to feel him through the thin fabric.
“I don’t think that we should do-“
“I don’t care what we should or shouldn’t do.”
He snarled and pushed the piece of material aside that had been the only space
between his hand and her skin. Littlefinger, she thought. He was not Petyr
anymore when he began to draw lazy circles on her sensitive spot. But she
didn’t have much time to think or care about it as a feeling built inside her,
a need for more. His other hand gripped her hip to steady her as he increased
his pressure. Sansa caught herself cramping her nails into his shoulder for
support. A silent moan escaped the back of her throat. His fingers felt so good
and she was eager for more.
“Don’t tell me you like this sweetling!”
She was incapable to answer as he pinched her clit at the same time. A whimper
of pleasure that was all she could utter.
“So innocent…”, he murmured into her hair.
She could feel the slick wetness between her thighs as he let his fingers run
up and down her cunt. Sansa moaned when she felt his index finger sliding
inside her. The feeling was strange at the beginning and she had to adapt
before he began to slowly slide in and out.  She had never touched herself
inside, like ever! She just strokes herself when she would lay alone in her bed
at night though it felt good but she didn’t knew it could feel this good as it
felt with him. Petyr seemed amused when she began to grind against him,
desperate for more. But it felt too good then to resist. She wanted this moment
to last for the rest of her usually empty life. Right now she felt alive and
safe.
“Do you enjoy this?”
Very much indeed, she thought but managed to oppress these words.
“Yes….but I fear …. n-not enough!”
He raised his eyebrows and smirked at her.
“Well we can change that easily sweetling.”
He slid a second finger inside her and in response; she pushed her nails even
deeper in his shoulder as before. His fingers stretched her and the arousal
inside her was growing and yet, it was still not enough. He was teasing her
with his touch but she needed more and Petyr seemed to recognize. Suddenly, she
could feel his manhood painfully hard down in his breeches. How could she not
notice? She squeaked as his fingers weren’t so gentle after all. He pressed his
thumb against her clit and increased the speed of his fingers, bumping in and
out. She cried out and tried to muffle her screams by biting down on her palm
but it didn’t help. Sansa was near the edge, she didn’t know what would come
after the edge, but she knew that whatever it was, she was close!
“Alayne! Where are you?”
The voice of little Robin echoed through the aisles. Petyr stopped his
movements immediately and Sansa whimpered in protest.
“I made a snow castle outside and I want to show you!”
He removed his hand and pushed her gently from his lap. He held on onto her as
she was a little bit shaky and almost too weak to stand on her own feet. Sansa
suddenly felt empty and cold without his warm touch. Petyr cleared his throat
and smiled at her.
 “Well it seems like I have to release you my lady, as your presence is
elsewhere required!”
Sansa nodded still confused and dropped a curtsey before she made her way
towards the door and stepped out to search Robin.
“Alayne!”
She looked back.
“Y-yes my lord?”
“Come back to me after your playtime with Robin!”
A devilish smirk crossed his lips. She nodded and closed the door silently
behind her. Yes he was indeed a dangerous man and she would have to resist him
as long as she could.
End Notes
     English is not my mother tongue and i'm sorry if my writing sounds
     weird.
     Although thanks for reading!
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