For BrittneyLyons2

There was nothing particularly beautiful about the Eyrie; yes, it was a sight to behold......but beautiful.......not to Petyr's eyes it wasn't. The only thing of beauty that currently resided in the imposing keep was not the woman that he was presently walking arm in arm with; the woman that had forced him to marry her as soon as he had arrived. No, it was the young woman whose exquisite voice he and Lysa could currently hear. The lord ignoring his new wife, as she huffed and grumbled.

(Y/n) Stark; the eldest daughter and child of Ned and Catelyn, was nothing like her sisters. Where Sansa had inherited her looks from her mother's Tully side, (Y/n) was all Stark. A she-wolf that put all others of her family, in the shade. An exquisite, intelligent and dare he say, cunning creature, who was adept at showing what a true fool her aunt was, without Lysa realising it. She had avoided the fate of her sisters, as when Sansa and Arya had journeyed to Kings Landing with their father, (Y/n) had already been sent to spend time with Lysa. So, when he had arrived in the Vale, it had been the first time that Petyr had ever seen her. And whatever affection he had previously felt for Sansa, was gone in an instant, as he was introduced to her by a reluctant Lysa. Her eyes holding his, as she curtsied. The whoremonger sure that the look that they had shared, had been the impetus for the younger daughter of Lord Hoster Tully, to have him wed her, as quickly as she had.

"Will you listen to that........." Lysa suddenly said, distracting Petyr from his thoughts.

"She has the most terrible voice; do you not think.....? I have heard ravens sound sweeter........." The jealous woman continued, as her niece's voice still hung in the air. Petyr knowing that he had to agree. That if he did anything else, (Y/n) may quickly find herself thrown out of the Moon Door.

"Perhaps I should go and speak to her about it..........."

"No. Let me, my dearest......." Petyr replied, pulling Lysa to a stop. One of his usual fake smiles pulling at his lips, as he looked at her.

"(Y/n) cares about you so much, that I would not want something like this coming between you. I do not mind seeming a little tough on her, if it makes my dearest wife, happy........." The lord continued, as he brought Lysa's hand up to kiss it. The former Master of Coin never letting his smile slip, as his new wife, eyed him suspiciously for a moment.

"Of course you are right......" Lysa finally agreed, as she reluctantly let him go.

"When you have finished speaking with her, I will be waiting for you in our bedroom........" A shudder making its way down Petyr's back, at the thought of a repeat of their wedding night, where Lysa had made sure that anyone in the castle had known what they were doing. The lord simply nodding, before heading off to find the she-wolf.

In truth, Petyr knew that (Y/n) didn't care for either her aunt, or her cousin; and thought she did well enough to disguise her dislike, to her family and others, she could not hide it from him. Petyr able to see it every time that (Y/n) would look at either Lysa or Robin. But it was the excuse that he needed to be alone with the woman that he really wanted. The woman that he had quickly come to desire above everything else. The lord knowing that she would be the main reason that he would dispose of the troublesome Lysa. That from now on, she would be the reason for him doing everything he did.

"My lady............" Petyr said, as he finally found her sitting at a window that he had quickly learnt was somewhere she would take refuge from her aunt and cousin. Her singing stopping, as she turned her attention from the view beyond the panes of glass, to him.

"Lord Baelish........to what do I owe this.......honour........." The she-wolf replied. Petyr chuckling to himself as he heard the sarcasm in her voice.

"I had just thought to find you and tell you what a glorious voice you have, my dear. I am sure that the maiden herself must have gifted it to you........" Petyr replied, as he took a seat next to her, below the large window.

"Well, that is very nice of you; but I have a feeling that this meeting is about something more than my singing.........." The lord finding himself genuinely smiling at her response. Petyr wishing that Ned had brought her with him, when he left the north. The whoremonger sure that he could have talked Robert into thinking that a match between he and (Y/n) made sense. That the king would have told Ned that he was to give her hand, to him. But as it was, he was now wed to Lysa; though as far as he was concerned, that fact would not last for much longer.

"You are a clever young woman, my lady..........."

"Oh, you have no idea how clever, Lord Baelish. I am clever enough to know that you do not truly care for my dear aunt; that the last thing that you wanted when you came here, was to find yourself instantly wed to her. To know how embarrassed you were by her little display, on your wedding night. But none of that explains why you are truly here........."

"Does it not............?" Petyr countered, as he inched closer to (Y/n). Slowly reaching up and placing his hand on her cheek. The lord not missing how her breathing had changed. Her suddenly heaving bosom, making him lick his lips, as he thought about his teeth graving over her hardened nipples.

There was no denying that there was something in her eyes; something that had been there since the first day that they had met. Something that spoke to him of the same desire that he felt for her. And though he knew she would try to deny it; the lust that her breathtaking eyes spoke of, could never lie.

"You may be right with you supposition about my feelings towards your aunt; so, given that, what does that smart mind of yours tell you about my feelings towards you. What does your heart say about the feelings that you have for me? I know you want me as much as I want you, (Y/n)........." He continued, before slowly leaning in; his lips ghosting over her ear.

"Give yourself to me, and I promise I will make you feel things that you have never felt before. Pleasures that you have only dreamt of. I will give you all that you want and need if you would just be mine....." Petyr carefully placing his lips to her neck. His mouth slowly moving down until he was caressing the top of her bosom, with his tongue; his teeth nipping at the rounded flesh, while his hand moved up underneath her skirt. A smile coming to his lips, as she did not protest, as she instead placed her head against the wall behind her and opened herself up to him more. His body instantly reacting, as she let out a soft moan when his fingers made their way up to her thigh. The whoremonger more than happy to take her, there and then. To give into his lust and desire for the exquisite Stark. A moan of his own suddenly escaping, as her hand found his firm manhood. The lady rubbing at his engorged cock, as his own movements grew more passionate, more feverish. Petyr sure that his desires would soon be fulfilled, until a noise caused (Y/n) to quickly move away and jump to her feet. The she-wolf once more raising the façade that she liked to show to the world. Though her crimson cheeks, blown wide eyes and shallow breathing, told him that she had not wanted this to end.

"Go find your wife, Lord Baelish. I am sure that she is wondering where you are.........." She told him, before making her way passed him and down the long corridor. Petyr getting to his feet and adjusting himself; now more sure than ever, that (Y/n) was the only reason that he was still at the Eyrie, and would remain so until she had agreed to be his. A heavy sigh leaving his lips, before he slowly made his way to find Lysa.