Heirs: Careful
Title: Heirs: Careful
Author: PrettySiren/prettysirenx
Rating: MA
Genre(s): smut, romance, humor
Spoilers: No spoilers -- just spec.
Disclaimer: ASoIaF characters belong to GRRM.
Warnings: Graphic smut. With Petyr and Sansa. Don't like it? Don't read it.
Notes: The is the second part of "Heirs". The first part can be found here. Unbeta'd.
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Randa was waiting impatiently in her tester bed. She tut-tutted as Alayne entered, looking perhaps a little disheveled from travel.
“Seven hells, what on earth could your father have wanted you for for that long? If Father droned on and on like that at me, I’d take a knife to one of us.”
“Which one?” Alayne asked with a smirked.
“Not sure.”
“You look flushed-you’re not feverish, are you? I can’t abide sharing a bed with a sick person. Catching cold is so dull.”
“No,” Alayne replied calmly. She started loosely braiding her hair to hide the tangles. “My cheeks are wind-burnt from our trip down the mountain. I have sensitive skin.”
“I probably have a cream for that somewhere. Shall I call you a servant? A lady shouldn’t undress herself under my roof.”
“But I’m not a lady,” Alayne smiled, unlacing her dress. “I’m a bastard.”
Randa let out a bark of laughter. “I like you.” Alayne stepped out of her kirtle and Randa frowned. “My dear, you seem to be bleeding.”
Alayne’s eyes widened for a moment. “I suppose my flower came early this moon,” she said. “I read that could happen.”
“At the sept where you grew up?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t think they had books about such a thing there.”
“There were books on everything there.”
Sansa took a rag from the washbowl and cleaned between her legs. She had an urge to move bow-legged, but she knew she mustn’t. Randa would know she’d been fucking if she did. Instead, she moved with the grace a girl raised in a sept ought. And it was damn difficult. She reached into her trunk that had been brought up and pulled out fresh silken smallclothes.
“Good gods, girl. Your smallclothes are finer than mine own!”
Sansa fought not to role her eyes. Alayne smiled bashfully. “I outgrew what I brought with me from the sept. Father has graciously made sure I have only the best. I fear he sets me above myself, but I suppose that’s how fathers are.”
“Not all fathers,” Randa replied thoughtfully. Then she said. “Turn around. I want to see you now that we’re alone.”
“My lady?” Alayne asked, blushing in earnest now.
“There’s no one else here,” Randa replied. “I’m very curious about the female form. I won’t tell anyone. Just a quick look.”
Sansa was completely naked. She supposed it couldn’t hurt to turn around. Randa looked at her appraisingly.
“Very lovely. You’re tall, but you have curves like a woman. But-“ she narrowed her eyes”-what are those scratches on your breasts?”
“The wool dress,” Alayne replied wearily. “The material’s grown course with age and very itchy.”
That seemed to satisfy Randa. “I’ll have my dressmaker see to you while you’re here. Just because you’re a bastard, it doesn’t mean you should be forced to itch. Come now, get into bed. We must talk.”
Sansa quickly pulled on her smallclothes and nightgown and climbed under the thick layers of blanket, thankful that her body was no longer under scrutiny. She pulled the covers up to her neck.
“Your father is very handsome,” Randa told her.
“Is he?”
“Come now, Alayne. He doesn’t look like any father I’ve ever seen. And it’s not as though you grew up with him. You must’ve had some initial thoughts.”
Sansa was careful. “I suppose he is handsome, as far as fathers go. I was struck most by his eyes when I first met him.”
“I was struck by that lusty expression he gets whenever something pleasers him. I’d like to please him.”
“Oh, Randa. He’s my father,” Alayne replied, exasperated.
“Now that we’re truly alone, I must know: are you sure you have never seen it? Not even on his wedding night to poor Lady Lysa? I heard they made you undress him. It must’ve been awkward, but surely you caught a glimpse at least.”
“Honestly, I did not,” Sansa replied. It was the truth. She’d turned away, blushing like mad, when they removed his smallclothes. “But, my lady,” she said slowly, “if you’re so interested, perhaps you should simply ask him?”
“My dear, Alayne! How shocking! That’s not at all how the game is played.”
“How is it played?”
“There must be a third person to go between us. You must tell me what he says about me in confidence, and I will tell you things to tell him. That will signal to him that I would like an audience alone and then-well, to speak plainly, I mean to fuck your father.”
Sansa rolled over and pulled the covers to her tighter. “That’s shocking. But,” she considered, “I will be your go-between person. My father is a private man. He would rather it be me than some servant or another.”
“Just think,” Randa said dreamily. “By the turn of the moon, I could be your new mother. Then, it’d be no more bastard’s rags for you.”
“No more bastard’s rags indeed,” Sansa said quietly. She leaned over and blew out the candle and left Randa to her absurd thoughts.
Randa was already up and gone when Sansa awoke in the morning. Servants dithered in and dressed Alayne in some of her better clothes.
“You’re to go to your father’s chambers at once, milady,” the servant helping her into her gown said.
“Did he say why?”
“He gave no reason, milady.”
Sansa’s heart sank. Things seemed different in the morning light. She felt more tenderly toward him; perhaps he felt the exact opposite, and meant to tell her about it. Perhaps he would tell her what a huge mistake they made last night. Or worse, perhaps he would say nothing about it at all.
She finished getting ready and hurried to his bedchamber.
His page was fiddling with his buttons.
“Ah, daughter.” Alayne curtsied. “Leave us,” he added to the boy. He went about doing up his own buttons until the door was firmly shirt. Then he dropped his hands by his sides.
“Please don’t say last night was nothing,” Sansa whispered quickly, eyes closed. As long as her eyes were closed, nothing could hurt her.
“Open your eyes, Sansa,” he said firmly. She did. His grey-green eyes searched her blue ones. “Last night meant everything. “
She smiled and hugged him, overjoyed at hearing the thing she needed to hear. She nuzzled into his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips.
“But, we have to be very careful,” Petyr said pragmatically. Still, he couldn’t resist giving her a kiss back.
“Of course,” Sansa replied with another kiss.
“What did Randa say last night? What happened?”
Sansa growled. “I don’t like her.”
“Understandable. But...?”
“She saw my blood; I told her I was flowering. She suspects nothing. But she said-“
“Yes?”
“She said she wants to fuck you.”
“What are the chances of that, do you think?”
She studied him shrewdly before she eased and sighed. “It just makes me jealous hearing her talk of you like that. You’re very much mine. I’ve earned you. The fact that she even presumes...”
“She thinks you’re my daughter,” he reminded her. “She doesn’t know. You can’t fault her on that.”
“If only I could,” she said sourly. “She wants me to go between the two of you to get you together.”
“I’m sure you’ll bungle up the job nicely,” he smirked.
“Well, actually, I don’t seem to have a choice other than to play it that way. Unless you were to let her know you have no interest.”
“Which I can’t do until she expresses interest. And even then, it must be handled gently. Last night complicates things.”
“I know. But would you have it differently?”
He shook his head. “Not even a little.” He bit her nose lightly and then kissed her. She sunk into his kiss and let her hand fall to his breeches. He grabbed her wrist and kissed it tenderly. “Not right now, my sweetling. Careful, remember? Go mother Sweetrobin. I’m sure that’ll cool you off. He’s being rather difficult.”
“And you, my lord?”
“I will stand very still and think of Randa for about five minutes.” He said devilishly. “That’ll serve me as well as a cold bath.”
“You’re awful.”
“Part of why I’m so charming.”
He gave her one last kiss before he swatted her ass and sent her out of his chambers. She emerged completely composed and went about the rest of her morning duties as the best Alayne she’d ever been
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