Wonderland // Ned Stark // Petyr Baelish (1)

12. Wrong... Right

Alice hummed around the kitchen the birds chirped in the window as she cooked for the boys. Alice couldn't help but smile as a little mocking bird jumped through the window. She whistled back at it and it mimicked her.

"Petyr!" Alice called. "look." She whistled again and Petyr kissing her shoulder as she leaned back into him. Again she whistled and the bird mocked her.

"Are you keeping this one? Are we adding another bird house to the balcony?" Petyr mused kissing at her neck hands pulling at her dress.

Petyr moved her with efficacy. Alice's body pinned to the wall as Petyr's hands moved with precision. Alice nodded again, desperation churning through her.

"Yes. But we have to be quick." Alice reminded him. Petyr's eyes take on a feral twist. He planted his hands on either side of her body against the wall and his face angled down to her and he exhaled over her lips, making her unconsciously bend up towards him, not yet touching, just drawn in, a magnet.

His breath was warm as it ghosts over her, another delicate exhale, another excruciating invisible pull.

"I wanted to taste you since we went to the lake today," Petyr said into her mouth. His tongue darts out, flicks at her upper lip, and her head knocks back against the wall.

"Then do it," She demanded. It comes out angry; she was wound up, on the edge already, and he's torturing her. He chuckled.

"Oh, but I savor delicacies such as this," he said with a grin as Alice's lips collided with his, that had her fisting her hands in his shirt.

Her knuckles brush his abs, tracing along the scar. They're begging to be touched—she dove her hands up under his shirt, playing in the lines between his muscles. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he brushed his lips across her. His tongue shoots out in quick, short licks that taste her top lip, her bottom; he clamps his mouth to her and sucks her tongue into his mouth, tangling the two together. Her body arched up against him and he wrapped one hand around her waist, holding her flush to him. His hard cock pinned between their bodies and made her pussy ache.

"Your moans taste so good, my lovely, lovely wife," he told her and started a trail of kisses down the side of her neck, nipping and licking his way to her collarbone. The straps of her dress slid down her arm and he hooks his finger in it, tugging it harder, pulling and pulling until her breast pops out. She whimpered out as the water began boiling.

"Later." Alice demanded, a hand trailing down his chin before fixing her dress as she moved to the water.

"I'm holding you to that." Petyr informed her and Alice sent him back the sexiest of smiles as she got back to cooking. There was something about Ned being back in the same vicinity as Alice that made Petyr even more possessive of her. He knew that Alice loved him. That Alice was faithful to him. But there was still something about the way that Ned looked at Alice that made him want to keep her closer. Claim her over and over again.

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The boys ate every last bit of food and Alice couldn't help but laugh as Petyr poured her and Ned another drink.

"thank you honey." Alice said bringing the glass to her lips as Petyr kissed her cheek.

"Can Aunt Alice come back with us and cook like this every day!" Robb begged.

"I would like that." Ned remarked his gaze soft as he looked over at Alice. "But I think Petyr would miss his wife."

"That I would." Petyr agreed holding onto her hand.

"It is such a long journey, you all could stay longer." Alice suggested. "I love having the boys here." She added running a hand through Jon's hair.

"I would like that but I got a raven yesterday-''