A moment, she asked, and a moment he allowed, for who is he to refuse Catelyn Tully? And if she is fool enough to think that he would have locked doors with no way to see inside, in his own business, in especially a business of this…variety…then he shall certainly not be discourteous enough as to disillusion her. Stark may be too honorable to ask for a bedchamber but he is not too honorable to send his wife leagues away without a goodbye, it seems.
His mouth on hers, Stark lifts her onto the desk, hands sliding familiarly along her thighs to push up her skirts. Petyr brushes the tip of his tongue to his lips at the sight of her bare skin, still pale and smooth as those days in Riverrun when she would rise from her bath, unmindful of his eyes even then, she never seems to see him. His cock twitches at the thought, even as he seethes at the idea, at the sight, of Ned Stark putting his hands on her, of her letting him, her face flushed with arousal
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Ugh, it's so perfect. Yes, Petyr's pretty sick and twisted, but he's also so sad...this line- ...unmindful of his eyes even then, she never seems to see him. -just breaks my heart. Simply stunning.
Squeee, thank you! Petyr's feelings are pretty complex, and I do think there's a sad side to him, as well. But then of course, he's also super creepy (creepy and smart, always a bad combination). He's just such a complicated character. I'm so glad you liked it! :D
This is amazing. Voyeur!Petyr makes so much sense, especially since here, this has been a long-standing habit. I especially love the last line. Wonderfully creepy!hot.
Thank you! I can definitely see it as a long-standing habit from Riverrun days (though at least back then I imagine it was without the side-creepy-violent-thoughts) and hey, if Varys can see everything all the time I'm sure Petyr has his own 'little birds' in his own place of business. XD I'm glad you enjoyed!
those traces left behind
A moment, she asked, and a moment he allowed, for who is he to refuse Catelyn Tully? And if she is fool enough to think that he would have locked doors with no way to see inside, in his own business, in especially a business of this…variety…then he shall certainly not be discourteous enough as to disillusion her. Stark may be too honorable to ask for a bedchamber but he is not too honorable to send his wife leagues away without a goodbye, it seems.
His mouth on hers, Stark lifts her onto the desk, hands sliding familiarly along her thighs to push up her skirts. Petyr brushes the tip of his tongue to his lips at the sight of her bare skin, still pale and smooth as those days in Riverrun when she would rise from her bath, unmindful of his eyes even then, she never seems to see him. His cock twitches at the thought, even as he seethes at the idea, at the sight, of Ned Stark putting his hands on her, of her letting him, her face flushed with arousal ( ... )
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