Thread: GoT - A Wolf and a Mockingbird (Miss Tris x Shadows)

To say getting a good nights sleep had proved a bit of a challenge would be a considerable understatement, as Petyr wished his lady a good nights sleep before watching as she inevitably gave into slumbers embrace. For himself, it was a touch harder to get so relaxed, especially given his continued state of arousal, to which the older male was constantly tempted at cheating with by letting his hand wander lower in a bid at relieving that built up pressure while Sansa slept. In fact, were it not for the likely difficulty at cleaning up after he was finished without inadvertently alerting the younger Stark girl to his movements, Littlefinger may have given into said temptation. Thus, it seemed that the young lady Stark had acted wisely in having him share her bedroom for the night, as Petyr struggled for a good while with a sweet torture of having such a beautiful specimen of femininity lying naked next to him. Devious little beast. The older male whispered softly. His tone almost seeming to show an appreciation for how shed handled him, despite his choice of words in referring to her, as Petyr looked to Sansa in longing silence for a good long while, until the pull of sleep inevitably managed to win him over to its side. -------- When hed awoken the next day, there was the briefest of moments where Petyr thought the previous nights events to be little else then a dream. To be sure, Sansa had been a regular player within the various improper thoughts which played out within the older males mind in recent days, so it wouldnt be that unlikely of a finding for him to awaken within an empty bed despite how vivid his memories were of the prior events, along with the surprisingly continued sense of arousal which had only partially eased after several hours of rest. As a result, there was a notable look of surprise and, indeed, happiness upon the older males handsome face as he turned his head to be greeted by the beautiful redhead whose shifting motions had helped him stir awake. More so then that, there was the feel of her fingers roaming along his flesh which brought the man from his sleep, with Petyr needing a moment to actually process where her hand was exploring. In most cases, having somebody else attempting to touch his scar would have caused Littlefinger to swat or pull away the persons hand on reflex alone. But, surprisingly, despite a noted look of slightly startled realization upon his features as he gazed down at the forever opened wound, the older male did no such thing. If anything, there was unexpected sense of soothingness at Sansas touch, as Petyr watched her explore for however long she desired, before drawing his gaze back to the young beauty. The man didnt have time to respond to her greeting at first, but the way his lips attempted to return the good morning kiss given to him by Sansa - with his head even leaning forward into her out of a mostly failed attempt at prolonging the embrace - had been evidence of how welcomed of a sight she was to awaken beside. It was a sight which Littlefinger hoped to become a regular fixture within his life, only with the added setting of their bedroom being that which welcomed to he who sat upon the iron throne. Certainly one of the better starts to a morning that I can hope to recall. The older male responded with a sly smile after their lips departed from the other. His body continuing to enjoy the feel of her warmth pressed up against his own, while at the same time struggling to hold back the ever persistent urge to pounce upon the young Stark girl. Patience may be a virtue which Petyr knew all too well, but damned if it hadnt been tested more then it had been for the past day, particularly as the conniving young romantic smiled that playful smile of hers before leading his hand to her breast and rolling back to leave her gorgeous body on display for his attentive gaze. His hand followed her lead by slowly increasing the force applied in cupping her soft mound, with Lord Baelish allowing himself a soft smirk at hearing those first of hopefully many whimpers of the day from the Stark girl. The mans hand continued to slowly grope and knead at Sansas breast even as her hand drifted away to further explore along his arm before coming to rest at his chin in a manner that drew a soft sigh of enjoyment from his own lips. Whether it was a result of the way Sansa did it or the simple fact of who she was adding an extra element to everything she did, Petyr couldnt recall the last time another persons touch had brought such a sense of excitement to every inch that she graced with her sensual explorations. The older male listened to what Sansa had to say even while clearly continuing to soak in the very sight of her naked body on display. While Petyr didnt immediately respond verbally, the way in which his hand began to increase the boldness of its motions, with his fingers making the added effort of purposely rolling and squeezing the girls sensitive nipple within his grasp, made it clear that he was eager for answering her request. His breathing slowly quickened as she neared the completion of what she had to say, with his own body leaning forward to meet her part way in their next embrace, which Lord Baelish made certain to enjoy for every lingering moment that it lasted. The older male was unable to fully contain the smile which threatened to completely fill his face as he took in Sansas words, with Petyrs gaze slowly roaming along her body once more, as if to take in a rough road map of how to go about bringing his lady the attention she sought. It will be my greatest of pleasures, my love. Lord Baeiish quickly added with a sense of excitement to his voice, as the Stark girls promise had an obvious affect in encouraging the man onward to meeting any expectations she had of her unlikely love. Immediately, Petyrs lips moved toward Sansas collar, as he instantly began to enjoy the partial freedom given to explore her as hed like, even if it meant increasing the near torturous sensations of the previous night within him by the time she was brought to release once more. The mans mouth was gentle, yet methodical in how it worked over her tender flesh, as he kissed and even licked with partial flicks of the tip of his tongue against the young womans skin while inching his way toward her chest. His grey-green eyes glancing upward to her lovely face, seemingly both watching for further hints to what might be working for her, along with perhaps wanting to continue confirming to himself just who it was he was being allowed to explore so intimately as his face moved toward the girls chest. The hand presently upon her left breast moving to slowly cupping that soft mound, while his other hand did the same as he moved onto his knees slightly to avoid putting too much of his weight upon Sansa even as his own body pressed into hers to where they could feel the others warmth and breath throughout this stage of the exploration. Slowly, both hands went about gently, yet firmly kneading at the young womans breasts, which had truly matured into as perfect a pair as any other that Littlefinger had seen in his day. His hands caressed them for a short time, before bringing them closer together however far as they could be brought like so, with Sansas nipples being made to press toward the other. With that, Petyr began to press his face forward, as his lips parted and he allowed his tongue to extend outward to teasingly brush along her right nipple, then the left, before going back to the first and then repeating with the other. This continue for a few moments, as Lord Baelish also took the took to almost cruelly tease at the budding sides of her hardening nipples with his fingernails, until finally he began to wrap his lips around one breast while tilting his head enough to let his light stubble of the morning brush along the other with the affectionate embrace of his cheek. Indeed, it seemed as if Lord Baelish was intent on following Sansas wishes of him memorizing the feel and taste of her body, but it seemed as if there was something else that hed wanted to memorize, as those grey-green orbs of his gazed upward at his intended Queen. That being the looks and noises that she made during pleasure, along with just what actions to took to bring such delightful little sights and sounds to the forefront. What parts of her body could make her own breathing quicken even a little, when manipulated in just the right way. After all, manipulation was something which Littlefinger had a knack for, even if this particular case perhaps wasnt solely for his own benefit like so many other instances of the past. The older male moved his mouth from one breast to the other, while his hands wasted little effort in both supporting and teasing at the young Starks breasts throughout the exploration. His own body once again aching for attention of its own, especially given how close his now firm cock had been to the redheads thigh, which itself lad a path right to her womanhood. A part of him an admittedly obvious part had wanted to test the waters. To see if Sansa would allow her lover to press his aching need along her leg, with little regard to how it might make him look and feel like a hound trying to gain a sense of relief with its Mistress thigh. But Petyr refrained. Somehow, hed refrained yet again at giving into his own baser interests, as his mouth moved away of the young womans breasts, before letting his face nestle within her cleavage for a moment to listen to her heartbeat. Whether or not there was any noticeable change to the pace of her heart, Lord Baelish had to admit to finding the spot a rather comfortable one to rest his crown for a few moments, as he glanced upward toward Sansa with a sly smile. I could almost spend the entirety of the day, just like this, with my head resting comfortably upon your bosom, my love. Lord Baelish suggested. His words were only partially intended to attempt in further winning her over to accepting him, as there had been more then a touch of truth behind them, with the man even nuzzling at her chest for the all too short moment taken to rest there. However, we both have needs which require tending to, dont we? Petyr added with a teasing little smile, before placing a few parting kisses upon Sansas chest, then slowly lifting himself enough to begin making his way lower along her body. One hand remained cupped along her right breast, while the other lowered itself with him, as those warm fingers caressed along the side of the younger womans soft abdomen. His lips, meanwhile, were taking their time to explore along the center, as he kissed and ran his lips slowly along the contours of the girls stomach. His warm breath brushing along her soft flesh, as the attentive figure made a slow, yet steady pace down toward the part of Sansas that Lord Baelish had hope for becoming fully familiar with in a variety of ways by the time the day had finished.