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

The older male watched as the Stark girl drew closer to her release, as his gaze caught the occasional meeting glimpse of her own stare through those lidded eyes. His words stopped when she lustfully spoke his name, with both of his hands starting to reach up to embrace her the moment her own hand came into contact with his heavily breathing chest, before balling both of them up into tightly wound fists which he slapped down into the mattress with both frustration and as a show of restraint. Thats it, my love. He spoke again, this time with hints of his sexual frustration showing within his tone, even as he mostly managed to keep with the tone needed for his song, You look so beautiful, Sansa. Take every inch of me until youve had your fill. She was cumming for them both. Letting him watch her in this most intimate of displays, yet not allowing him any relief or even much in terms of contact as she began to climax only inches above his painfully neglected cock. How easy it would be to just push his way upward. To just let the head f that swollen, sensitive cock brush itself along her glistening flesh. Whether it be her sex or the bent knuckles of her delving fingers. Whatever the case, it would have been preferable to having nothing but the increasing trickle of her rather intense orgasm. Maybe she would even enjoy the stimulation enough to allow him to enter her? Or, if nothing else, to allow him to cum against or before her in a similar manner? If only. If only, but that was not the case, as Petyr maintained that considerable resolve in holding back his urges. If he could wait years upon years to act as he had for the sake of climbing his way up the ranks of power and social standing, then he could wait a few days, or more, if thats what it took to gain Sansas blessing to fully join with her like they both appeared to desire so greatly. Saying that, however, it was indeed a harder task then most that hed faced to keep from acting stupidly on his wants and desires at that moment, especially once the young Stark girl started to come down from her peak, with the clearly pent up older male gazing up at her with a barely contained need for release as she spoke his name again. Sansa Petyr whispered out with suddenly dry lips. His tongue would move to lick at them after a few moments, while his surprisingly labored breath continued to flow through said lips, as he watched her recover from the intense orgasm that hed wished to play a more direct part in then was currently allowed. Knowing that she would eventually be making similar noises while taking his cock in more then fantasy was little consolation at the moment, given his present state of uncomfortable arousal, but it, along with the admittedly welcomed affections of her soft hand trailing over his chest and toward his face, was enough to help keep the unknowingly smiling in return male in line as the girl eventually lifted herself off his lap. The display of affection was certainly different from most, if perhaps even all, of Littlefingers past romantic affairs. While Sansa remained a romantic at heart, Petyr had long given up such silly notions, particularly after years of having watched his first and perhaps only true love marry somebody else before pumping out one child after another for the man. As such, the way in which she lovingly gazed upon him as her fingertips reached out to gently caress his cheek before cupping themselves upon the side of his face was a notable contrast to how he was usually approached by the types of women hed taken into his bedroom in the past. His hands wanted to reach out for her at that moment, but restraint kept him from doing such a potentially damaging action. Instead, the man began to slowly press his cheek into her hand for the moment, as he let his eyes close for a moment to soak in the surprising sensation of comfort before opening them again to meet Sansas gaze once more. Similarly, when she brought her lips to tenderly touch his own, it was unlike the usual manner in which hed kiss a woman. In fact, it was often that, unless needed for the sake of a greater part of his goals, Petyr rarely actually kissed any of the women that he did bed in the past. They were a means of pleasure or power, sometimes both, but nothing else. But this? As his lips parted to welcome her own as she deepened the kiss, even going so far as to allow their tongues to mingle in an intimate, yet oddly romantic fashion. This was different from those other encounters, as the older male continued to let Sansa control the pace, albeit with his tongue giving a few unspoken pointers as they joined between their lips while kissing her back in full. When their embrace eventually concluded, Petyr was left surprisingly short of breath, as he watched Sansa with a touch of surprise while panting ever so slightly. The man remained silent save for this as she spoke of what their living arrangements would be from this point forward, seemingly accepting of what she had in mind, as he shifted about as needed for the blankets to be pulled out beneath them. His own legs slipped beneath the sheets, with his body slightly facing her own, while finding himself having to bend in such a way around the hips to keep that unattended arousal from the temptation of accidentally brushing along her own warmth. As you wish, Sansa. Petyr responded, seemingly content to go along with whatever she wanted, if it meant earning back even a fraction of her trust in his dedication towards her, as he continued with a slight smirk, But I must admit, ordinarily when I share a bed with somebody in such a state of undress, Im usually a lot more relaxed, so to say. Not that hed fully expected her to give him any relief on this first night, but it was hard to not call attention to how he was at least behaving himself to her wishes in the hope of earning some further leeway with Sansa over the coming days. Regardless, the older male did allow his arm to reach outward and place itself around her waist to hold her a little closer to his warmth. But only her waist, as he fought back the temptation to let that hand wander anywhere else that might earn him a warning or worse, despite how tempting of a target the young womans soft rear was while resting only away of where his hand was laid. This was another element which was somewhat foreign to Petyr, at least in terms of doing so with the amount of genuineness put behind the action. Hed held Lysa in a similar fashion before, but purely for the sake of furthering his own ambitions by drawing himself further into her good graces. And true, there was some of that manipulation behind every act he performed with Sansa, even up to this point of time. But it wasnt purely for Petyrs own self serving nature that he let his arm coil further around the young Stark girl who watched him with eyes unlike those made by any other woman. No, there was something genuine behind his actions. Something which perhaps hed not even fully recognized, either out of self doubt or simple ignorance due to being so used to hardening his heart toward such concerns. Perhaps it was because of the part of Sansa that reminded him of her mother. Or maybe it was something unique to the girl herself. Or perhaps a combination. Regardless, what Lord Baelish felt for the young Stark girl was difficult for him to admit or even recognize, perhaps due to it being clouded within the weaves of lies and deceits that made it difficult for him to separate anything genuine from that which hed think and say to achieve his own goals. Along those lines, while the man had a notion of what the girl may feel for him, hed not quite yet figured it to be actual love. After all, after what hed put her through, how could she love him? No, she was playing her own game, much like he and everyone else in this seemingly never-ending round of human chess. This was a means of attempting to control him using his admitted lust for the girl. Or that was what hed tell himself for now. Proving to be somewhat blind or even ignorant in one area of reading a person at this point in time, as he moved his other hand toward Sansas face. If I may? He spoke, allowing her a chance to answer with words if she wished, but taking a similar chance to the arm around her waist by slowly moving his fingers to caress upon her soft cheek. She was soft. Despite what she had been through to harden her inside, she remained soft to the touch, as Petyrs hand slowly traced the tips of his fingers along her cheek and down to her jawline before lightly cupping her chin. This time, the man wouldnt ask permission, as he slowly leaned his head forward to try and meet Sansas lips with his own. Whether she would allow it or not was entirely up to her, as Petyr seemingly sought to somewhat mimic the tender way in which she had savored his lips a few minutes prior.