Fic: Weapons Of Love
lodessa wrote The Monster You Can See because I wanted to see what Sansa/Sandor would look like written by her and I shamelessly begged. And in return I wrote this.
Title: Weapons Of Love
Rating: PG
Pairings: Sansa/Littlefinger, Sansa/Harry
Word Count: 641
Summary: Sansa uses the lessons Littlefinger gave her on how to snare Harry on both men.
Petyr kisses her more often with each passing day and his hands rove her body when he holds her close for a fatherly embrace. Sansa endures it because there's no one but him to take care of her. And as soon as he releases her, the memory is shoved in the same dark corner where she hid the memory of herself telling King Robert she didn't remember Joffrey attacking Arya's butcher's boy.
Other men try to kiss her too: the hedge knights Petyr hired, the men-at-arms sworn to Lord Royce, even some of the bolder serving men. Alayne may be the Lord Protector's daughter but she is a bastard and everyone knows that baseborn girls are only good for one thing. A sharp word sends the servants scurrying, a slap deters the guardsmen, and for the knights it's a smile as she gracefully maneuvers away from them.
It never ends. There's always another man. And there's always Petyr wanting a good night kiss. It gets worse when Harold Hardyng arrives at the Gates of the Moon because she can't escape his advances. She has to make him love her, Petyr says so. It's the only way she'll ever see Winterfell again, ever be a lady again instead of a bastard.
Petyr says Harry will love her but Alayne isn't so sure. He wants to bed her, yes, but he wants the same thing from every pretty young woman he sees. She has heard the maids talking and she knows that Harry has already bedded several of them. Letting Harry do as he pleases with her body will not gain her his love or a marriage proposal. Yet she dares not scorn him.
"Let him chase you until you catch him, sweetling," Petyr says, when she asks for his advice.
She thinks she knows what he means so Alayne smiles at Harry and dances with him and turns away when he moves in for a kiss. He gropes her bottom one day and she slaps him. She's fearful she's gone too far but he laughs and apologizes. She tells him she loves tourneys and he organizes an informal one with the squires and younger knights jousting in the yard for the prize of her kiss. She does not give him her favor when he asks, she doesn't give it to anyone, but when he wins she gives him his kiss.
Cersei Lannister once told Sansa Stark to learn to use the weapon between her legs. Sansa had been appalled but Alayne thinks she knows what Cersei meant and she sees the sense in it now. Petyr still pulls her into his lap and demands his kisses. It scares her how he has
everyone under his control (though most of them don't realize it), like puppets. But he is a man, just a man. So she begs for lemons for lemoncakes and squeezes him extra tight and when he kisses her, she mimics the caress of his tongue with her own. He sends a rider to Gulltown for lemons the next day.
Alayne waits a moon turn before she asks her father for a new gown. She has all of Lady Lysa's things, remade for her, but she hasn't had anything new just for her since the Lannisters gave Sansa a beautiful dress and married her to the Imp. Petyr says no.
Alayne does not try to convince him further and she sits there passively while he takes his kiss. The next day she clings to Harry as he holds her and spins her around in a circle and she squeals with delight her father is sure to hear standing not far away. She gives him a quick, dry peck on the lips when she bids him good night that night and the next. He sends a seamstress to her the fourth day.
Title: Weapons Of Love
Rating: PG
Pairings: Sansa/Littlefinger, Sansa/Harry
Word Count: 641
Summary: Sansa uses the lessons Littlefinger gave her on how to snare Harry on both men.
Petyr kisses her more often with each passing day and his hands rove her body when he holds her close for a fatherly embrace. Sansa endures it because there's no one but him to take care of her. And as soon as he releases her, the memory is shoved in the same dark corner where she hid the memory of herself telling King Robert she didn't remember Joffrey attacking Arya's butcher's boy.
Other men try to kiss her too: the hedge knights Petyr hired, the men-at-arms sworn to Lord Royce, even some of the bolder serving men. Alayne may be the Lord Protector's daughter but she is a bastard and everyone knows that baseborn girls are only good for one thing. A sharp word sends the servants scurrying, a slap deters the guardsmen, and for the knights it's a smile as she gracefully maneuvers away from them.
It never ends. There's always another man. And there's always Petyr wanting a good night kiss. It gets worse when Harold Hardyng arrives at the Gates of the Moon because she can't escape his advances. She has to make him love her, Petyr says so. It's the only way she'll ever see Winterfell again, ever be a lady again instead of a bastard.
Petyr says Harry will love her but Alayne isn't so sure. He wants to bed her, yes, but he wants the same thing from every pretty young woman he sees. She has heard the maids talking and she knows that Harry has already bedded several of them. Letting Harry do as he pleases with her body will not gain her his love or a marriage proposal. Yet she dares not scorn him.
"Let him chase you until you catch him, sweetling," Petyr says, when she asks for his advice.
She thinks she knows what he means so Alayne smiles at Harry and dances with him and turns away when he moves in for a kiss. He gropes her bottom one day and she slaps him. She's fearful she's gone too far but he laughs and apologizes. She tells him she loves tourneys and he organizes an informal one with the squires and younger knights jousting in the yard for the prize of her kiss. She does not give him her favor when he asks, she doesn't give it to anyone, but when he wins she gives him his kiss.
Cersei Lannister once told Sansa Stark to learn to use the weapon between her legs. Sansa had been appalled but Alayne thinks she knows what Cersei meant and she sees the sense in it now. Petyr still pulls her into his lap and demands his kisses. It scares her how he has
everyone under his control (though most of them don't realize it), like puppets. But he is a man, just a man. So she begs for lemons for lemoncakes and squeezes him extra tight and when he kisses her, she mimics the caress of his tongue with her own. He sends a rider to Gulltown for lemons the next day.
Alayne waits a moon turn before she asks her father for a new gown. She has all of Lady Lysa's things, remade for her, but she hasn't had anything new just for her since the Lannisters gave Sansa a beautiful dress and married her to the Imp. Petyr says no.
Alayne does not try to convince him further and she sits there passively while he takes his kiss. The next day she clings to Harry as he holds her and spins her around in a circle and she squeals with delight her father is sure to hear standing not far away. She gives him a quick, dry peck on the lips when she bids him good night that night and the next. He sends a seamstress to her the fourth day.