Petyr couldn't help but growl under his breath as the door to the room was opened and their stood the object of his desire in nothing more than a simple, loss fitting, plain night gown. The material hanging low from one of her shoulders; Petyr sure that with just the slightest of movements, the gown would reveal one of the rounded breasts that it only just concealed.

She looked more perfect at that moment, than she had ever looked.....and to his eyes, she had always looked perfect; her hair hanging loosely down her back, and her mouth open just enough so that his mind went to thoughts of pushing his tongue into it. Of his hands gripping into her hair, as he moved something else between those two plump rose pink lips.

"What are you doing here.........?" She suddenly demanded to know. Her look of shock replaced by one of anger.

"Are you trying to get me killed.......? Go back to your wife before she finds you here and I am thrown from the Moon Door........." Petyr holding out his arm and stopping the door, as she tried to slam it in his face. The former Master of Coin forcing it open enough so that he could make his way into the room. The she-wolf moving back, as he closed the wooden ingress behind him.

"I believe you know why I am here, (Y/n). That you know all too well that I have not intention of leaving. And you need not fear that your aunt or cousin will find us. I have taken care of that..........."

"What.......what have you done?" The oldest child of the old Lord Paramount of the north demanded to know, smacking away Petyr's hand as he reached out to touch her cheek.

"Just a little something to ensure that they will sleep late into the next morning. That will ensure that you and I are not disturbed.........." (Y/n) letting out a sigh; not sure of whether it was one of relief or not. A little part of the she-wolf having to admit that she didn't mind the idea of her aunt being dead......of even Robin being no more. (Y/n) tired of having to walk on eggshells when it came to the pair. Of always having to watch the unpredictable woman for what she might do next.

Of course she had thought about running away on multiple occasions; but where was she to go? The north was no longer safe. (Y/n) having heard that the Houses of Cerwyn, Dustin, Hornwood, Karstark, Locke, Manderly, Ryswell, Stout, and Umber had pledged a loyalty to the usurpers of House Bolton. None likely to give the daughter of Ned Stark sanctuary. In fact, she was sure that if she was caught, she would be handed straight to Roose Bolton and that bastard son of his, to do with as they wished. And then there was the south........but that only meant the Lannisters and Baratheons; and she had no love for either the lions or the stags. The only one that she had had any time for, the youngest son of the old lion. (Y/n) there when Tyrion's man, Bronn, she recalled his name was; a rather forward sellsword who looked at her as if he could see through her clothes, fought the trial by combat for the little man. The she-wolf having to desperately hold back her laughter as her aunt had accused him of not fighting with honour, after he had stabbed Ser Vardis Egen in the neck and then sent him plummeting from the Moon Door; to which the sellsword had retorted....... "No.......he did........". So, she was stuck there, a prisoner of a deranged jailer. (Y/n) knowing that Lysa would not give the fact that she was her sister's daughter a second thought, if she were to find out that the man that she seemed besotted with, had been in her room; and would happily push her to her death.

"You have to leave......if a servant.........you must leave........." (Y/n) said, as she turned her back to the lord, gripping tightly to one of the posts of her bed. Hoping that when she turned back, he would be gone. Yet instead of hearing the door open and close, she felt his body push up against her. His arms caging her, as he gripped at the post too. A moan leaving her lips, as his hot breath fanned over her bare shoulder.

"You need not fear........I would never ever let anything happen to you. I will kill Lysa myself, if she so much as touches a hair on your head. I want you......need you. You are the only reason that I am still here, (Y/n); the only reason I put up with Lysa and that odious child of hers. I want you to be mine........I want to take you away from here to somewhere you will be safe. Somewhere that we can be together........." (Y/n) turning to look at him. A small moan leaving her, as his body pushed hard up against her; it obvious that the situation was having an effect on him. An effect that she hated to admit that she would love to explore.

"There is that silver tongue of yours again, Lord Baelish......Do you think that I am my aunt and am foolish enough to be taken in by the silken words you weave........?" She bit back. Gulping at the lump that had formed in her throat, as he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved them down her arms, taking her night gown with them. The she-wolf biting at her bottom lip, as her breasts were revealed, and he smiled.

"Let me prove to you that all I say is true. Let me show you how much I desire you and that you are the reason that I will leave everything I have known, behind me. That I will do and be, whatever it is you need........" He retorted, before leaning down and kissing her breast. The lord catching her as her knees gave way, and gentle placed her on the bed. Her hand reaching up to cup his stubble covered cheek.

"Show me............."