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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_Martin
  Relationship:
      Petyr_Baelish/Catelyn_Stark
  Character:
      Petyr_Baelish, Catelyn_Tully_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Cunnilingus
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_V_(The_Fifth_Dimension)
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-01-30 Words: 629
****** Only A Little Taste ******
by redcandle17
Summary
     Petyr gets a little taste of what will never be his.
Lysa had taken to bed with her moon's blood and Edmure was off pestering
someone else so it was only the two of them. Petyr valued these moments above
all else, when it was just him and Cat, when he had her full attention and
there was no one else in the world for her the way there was never anyone else
for him. Usually Lysa was the one who initiated the games, but Petyr wasn't
going to let this opportunity to be with Cat pass. He kissed her and she
yielded, but when he placed his palm on one of her breasts, she pushed him
away.
"Petyr!" She was laughing; the reprimand had no weight behind it. She was the
most beautiful girl he had never seen – no, she was a woman, and he was nearly
a man. He folded his hands in his lap and gave her his most penitent smile, and
she leaned into him. They sat quietly beneath the ancient oak tree, enjoying
the false spring.
He tried again. He waited until they'd been kissing a long time before he
touched her breasts again. She didn't push him away this time. Her breasts felt
exquisite, and Petyr wondered what they looked like. Lysa had let him see hers
and touch them many times, but Cat was older than Lysa and hers were bigger.
"Cat," he whispered against her lips, "May I please see them?"
He thought she would refuse, but she licked her lips as though she could still
feel his kiss and began to unlace the bodice of her gown. He let out in a loud
sigh when she finally revealed herself to him. Her breasts were creamy, tipped
by dark pink tips; not truly different from Lysa's yet somehow more beautiful.
They overfilled his hands when he tried to cup them.
"Petyr, no," Cat said, but she made no move to stop him or cover herself back
up. Petyr pulled lightly on one nipple and began to suckle the other. Cat's
moan was softer than Lysa's, sweeter to his ears. He was rock hard inside his
breeches but Petyr knew better than to expect Cat to relieve him by hand or
mouth the way Lysa did sometimes; he didn't even dare to touch himself, not
wanting to risk Cat putting an end to this.
Cat's moans grew louder and she held him against her as he continued to caress
and kiss her breasts. "Stop," she said at last. But Petyr could see that she
didn't really want him to stop; she wanted satisfaction that couldn't come from
this alone.
Her gown had ridden up around her knees and Petyr stroked one bare leg before
he slowly raised her skirts. "May I look at you, Cat?" He held his breath until
she nodded. Her cunt was as beautiful as the rest of her; moist pink slit
peeping through a nest of auburn curls. He had to taste her. Lysa had protested
when he'd first done this to her, but Cat only spread her legs wider. As he
licked her, she clutched his hair and thrust against his face.
He was a little disappointed that she didn't shout his name the way her sister
always did when she climaxed. But it was all right, even though any hopes he
had of getting relief were dashed when Cat pushed him away gently and fixed her
clothes. "Thank you, Petyr," she said. She looked even lovelier, sated but
unspoiled. Still pure for Brandon Stark.
The thought of the Northern lordling ruined Petyr's mood. He had to find some
way to prevent Stark from claiming Catelyn. She belonged to Petyr in his heart,
and he would find some way to prove she was his to men and gods.
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