Game of Thrones: Short stories.

In the heat of the night - Part 2 - Petyr x Reader

Petyr slammed the side of his fist into his thigh, hoping that the force would be good enough to make the stubborn limb move. Though, as he continued to watch (Y/n), he wasn't sure that he actually wanted to disturb her. She looked quite perfect. A thin, light gown covering her form. The slight breeze moving the fabric that draped itself loosely around her body. The sight of the glow on her bare skin. The light shimmer of glistening sweat in the moonlight, doing wonderful things to Petyr's insides. The Master of Coin happy that he had decided to wear his robes. Knowing full well that if he hadn't, that this could be very awkward. And at least now, (Y/n) wouldn't be able see his body betray his feelings for her. The lust that coursed through his veins whenever she was close.

He knew that he had to be careful. That he had to be circumspect. She was, after all, the kings only sister. And despite the rumours about Renly, the only true doe amongst the stags. A doe that had many an admirer. Though Petyr did hope that he would be the one that would finally be able to claim the right to make her his own.

Petyr had always found the lady to be an interesting conundrum. She was a game within the game. A puzzle that the Master of Coin believed would take a lifetime to solve. She was nothing like the other Baratheons. Certainly nothing like the cold, stoic and merciless Stannis. Nothing like the boorish, heavy drinking, whoring King Robert. And nothing like Renly who was uneasy around violence and blood. A squeamish man that had even thrown up after a knight was maimed during a joust. It was hard sometimes to even believe that (Y/n) and the three men were related. It was as if she were a child of all the greatest Houses. Possessing the best traits of each yet leaving the worst behind.

Ever since she had arrived from Storm's End, Petyr had been fascinated. And when they had spoken, she had been able to make that fascination grown. His desire, his want to crack the code of the enigmatic doe, growing with each passing day, and with each fleeting look. Petyr had been informed that she had asked about him. His many spies hearing as she had asked her brother, had asked even his rival about him. As she had enquired about who he was, and about his life. Yet, under the Baratheon men's constant watch, he had never had more than a chance to talk briefly to her in passing. Her bannermen guard dogs always making abundantly clear that their orders were to keep the whoremonger a suitable distance away. But now, now there were no bannermen. No brother. No watching eyes. Yet he still could not move.

"You do know that you can come and speak with me, don't you, Lord Baelish? I promise not to bite." A voice called out. Petyr looking up to see that (Y/n) had turned to look at him. The subtle smile that she gave him, forcing him to gulp at the large lump that had just formed in his throat.

"Am I really so frightening, that the Master of Coin does not wish to come closer? I find it hard to believe that you, of all men, would be intimidated by a mere woman." (Y/n) added, as she gracefully climbed down from her lofty perch and made her way over to were Petyr still felt he was rooted to the spot.

"Not for one moment would I describe you as a mere woman, my lady. You are the furthest thing from a mere anything. I believe that the truth is, that you far exceed every other woman that I have ever met. Not only in beauty, but also in intelligence." Petyr managed to finally say as the doe came to a standstill before him. His eyes now able to take in the true magnificence of the woman. The moonlight shining through her thin gown as it wasn't even there. The Master of Coin sure that he could see every dip and curve of her form beneath. Sure, that he could see her heaving bosom, and the womanhood that he desired so much to feel himself inside.

"Well, if I had known that you would say such sweet things. I would have endeavoured to escape my ever watchful guards, and speak to you for longer, sooner. Though, it would appear that we are now all alone. The only ones in the world to know that we are together right now. No one to interfere with our conversation. Or........whatever else we may find interesting on a sultry night such as this. So, why don't you join me for a glass of wine? I managed to liberate one of the finer bottles of Arbor Gold from my brothers cellars before he gulps it down as if it were nothing more than cheap ale. For you see, my brother may be many things. He may be charismatic and a fearsome military commander. But he is the furthest thing from refined. From gentile. A fine wine, with an excellent body should be savoured, don't you think, my lord? It should be tasted a little at a time. Its flavour allowed to fill your senses with every sip. Tell me, Lord Baelish. Do you appreciate something with a good body? Something that should only be tasted by one with a refined palette?" (Y/n) asked, as she took a sip of the wine from her glass and passed it to Petyr. The lord looking between the wine and the lady. His heart racing as (Y/n) pressed her body up against his. A smile spreading across his lips as he saw the wicked sparkle in the doe's eyes. She may have gone up there to get away from the oppressive heat within the castle, just like he had. She may have wanted to be alone, just like he had. But now, it seemed as though the not so innocent lady, had far more in mind than a shared glass of wine. And definitely didn't want to be alone, any longer.

"I have always had a penchant for the finer things in life, my lady. For good wine and fine food. And, I don't wish to sound immodest, but I would class myself as a man with the finest palette in Kings Landing. And my appreciation for a good body, is unsurpassed." Petyr replied, as he took a drink. The cold liquid making his overheated and aroused body shudder as it made its way down his throat.

"Is that right, my dear Lord Baelish? Well, I quite like to see myself as having a refined palette. I am a woman that appreciates something........something understated. Something that sneaks up on you. That catches you off guard. Something that could make my senses tingle with delight. Tell me, would you happen to know of anything in Kings Landing that could possibly do that for me? I find myself in desperate need of something just like that, right now." (Y/n) explained. Her teeth biting at her bottom lip as she felt Petyr's hand slowly slip up under her gown.

"I think that I know of just the thing, (Y/n). And I am sure that it will not disappoint." Petyr moaned softly, before his lips met the damp skin of her neck. The Master of Coin throwing all caution to the wind as the idea of simply talking to the lady had disappeared. And a desire to taste the fine body that she had been referring to, took over.