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

The mans eyes did not waver when she moved her hand to remove his sigil, but there was a fairly clear hint of excitement within that gaze at having her hand placed upon him in any such manner. They did break away to follow in seeing where she placed the object, however, with Petyr silently wishing she had at least instructed him to place it upon her chest like so. But the older male kept hold of his tongue and he rose, upon his ladys word, without question or hesitation to his feet before her. He watched, tried to study, reading only bits and pieces of what she might have on her mind, yet coming up short on figuring out the full picture of her own game plan, as Sansa eventually broke her silence once more to give a perhaps not entirely unexpected, if still surprising order. As my lady wishes. Petyr stated, as the older male began to move his hands with only the slightest of hesitation toward answering her command. A command which certainly made for a change of pace with Littlefinger, who was used to watching the women of his brothel undress and even perform for the supposed sake of insuring they were giving his valued custumer's their coins worth. It was the most that hed ever engage himself with them when it came to the carnal nature of his employees , since going much further would mean giving any of them a potential opening to overstep their place under his thumb, much like a certain Mother of Dragons had done with her now departed husband. Yet here Lord Baelish was, readily undoing his collar the rest of the way, before moving those hands to the front of his lengthy upper garment. Unfastening the material, Petyr pulled it open at the front while Sansa watched, letting her see his pale upper body which, while fit enough from his constant travels over the past years, was certainly not that of a warrior. It was evident that his quick mind and silver tongue had saved him where physical measures would surely fail, as the older male slide the garment off his shoulders and pulled his hands through the sleeves before discarding it to the floor. Crouching down to an almost kneeling position, Petyr loosened the straps of his shoes, all the while looking upward the the beautiful Stark girl who had given him such an order. His heart started to beat a little faster already at being this exposed and knelt before her, as he eventually rose, stepping out of the footwear with slight effort, before turning his hands attention to removing his trousers. Without breaking breaking contact with the girl for more then the briefest of seconds, Lord Baelish crouched once more as he tugged his lower garments down to his ankles, before standing before Sansa, naked as the day he was born, while taking a final moment to step out of the dropped material. For his part, Petyrs legs were a bit more impressive, with a firmness from dealing with those many travels around Westeros to make his deals and act upon his double crosses. More so, between the older males legs, was an already semi-erect cock, which stood at a larger then average length with a telling indication of arousal about exposing himself to the young Stark girl, despite his best efforts at complete self control. It was perhaps to be expected, since Littlefinger seemed to enjoy watching others, that there was a part of himself which enjoyed the aspect of being watched by another. Or at least, being watched by Sansa. Does this please you, my lady? Lord Baelish inquired with a coy little smile upon the side of his lips. Despite his attempt at playing it cool, however, there was a hint of excitement to the mans voice when hed spoke. Of anticipation in finding out what he could of just what Sansa might think of the body of the very person who intended on making a Queen out of her once the dust had settled from all of the battling and scheming which hed played a huge part on setting into motion.