Game of Thrones: Short stories.

Reason - Part 5 - Petyr x Reader

"Open your eyes, I want you to look at me........." Petyr said, as his grip on her hips had tightened. He knew that she was close......Seven Hells, he was close himself, and when they came together, he wanted nothing more than for her to be looking at him. He wanted to be able to stare into those beautiful eyes, to see what he did to her when she came undone, when she surrendered herself to pleasure. Her fingers digging further into the flesh of his shoulders as she did as she was told. Her eyes wide as she continued to move up and down on him. Petyr smiling as he looked between her face and his cock as it moved in and out of her. His jaw tightening, as he felt her tighten around him.

"Oh.......oh gods, Petyr..........." (Y/n) managed to breathlessly say, as her body inched closer and closer to the edge of the precipice.

"Cum for me.........." The lord simply replied. The sound of his smooth voice, the final push that she needed. The she-wolf calling out his name, as all the knots in her belly burst at once. Petyr groaning, as he himself came inside her. His head resting against her breasts as they held one another close. The pair breathing heavily, as they savoured this moment. Now though, she was asleep, and Petyr could do nothing but watch her.

It was true that Catelyn had been beautiful in her youth, that he had been surrounded by many a pretty whore, while he was in Kings Landing; but this woman...........this she-wolf, was greater than any he had ever lay his eyes on. No other woman, including her mother, even coming close to the ethereal beauty that lay in the bed.

She had said nothing, not asked him what was going on, when he had thrown the door to her rooms open and told her to only grab the things that she really needed; before he had pulled her out into the corridor, and dragged her to the stables, where a lone horse had been waiting for them. The former Master of Coin urging the gelding into a gallop, as they moved with all speed away from the Eyrie. He knew that she knew.........he knew that she was aware that it was the only way that either of them would ever be free; free from Lysa, from the unspoken, but ever-present threats of death from the deranged woman. Free to be together. (Y/n) just gripping at his tunic, as they had ridden until they had found themselves at a beach; a rowboat waiting to take them out to a ship. The lord and lady holding onto one another, as they stood on the deck and the shores of Westeros, got smaller and smaller.

Carefully he reached out and gently pushed some of her hair away from her face. Part of him couldn't believe that he was doing this, that he had so easily given up everything he had spent years building up, for this one woman.......but he had, and he would happily do it again. As he had told her that first time they had made love, he was not a good man, he had done things.......things to her family, that other men would be ashamed of. He had hurt people, to get to the position he had attained; blackmailed, coerced, abused others for money and power. Yet when he had met (Y/n) that first day at the Eyrie, something inside him had changed; it had been something he had tried to fight in the beginning, but he had quickly realised that she was now his reason for being. The reason to become a better man, and prove that despite everything, he was worthy of her. Petyr a little taken aback when he realised that it was real, true love that he felt for (Y/n). That it was a love that he had never actually felt for Catelyn, even though through the years, he had believed that that was what he had had for the older Tully girl. And that was why he had killed Lysa. That was why he had made it appear as though he were taking (Y/n) against her will; he more than used to being the bad guy, so what was one more death, hanging over his head. And it meant that his beautiful she-wolf would never be blamed for anything that he had done. That if they were found, their true identities discovered, it would be him and only him that was punished for the crimes.

"We can't ever go back, can we...........?" Petyr smiling slightly, as (Y/n) slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"You may go back, my love; but I fear that I will never see Westeros again......" Petyr replied, pulling her into his arms, as she sat up. A contented sigh leaving his lips, as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"Then I will never see it again either........I will not leave you.......I will not let anyone hurt you. You have saved me, and I can never repay you for that. All I can do is love you; for I do, Petyr, I love you. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. So, wherever you go, I go...........Even to the ends of the world........" (Y/n) continued, as she raised her head to look at him. Her fingers ghosting over his stubbled cheek.

"It is I that can never repay you.......you have given me a new reason, a new purpose in life. And I will spend all my days to come, proving that I love you too..........." The lord retorted, before placing his hand into her hair and drawing her to him. Petyr never breaking the kiss as he moved (Y/n) onto her back and nestled himself between her thighs. A groan leaving him, as his cock brushed against her womanhood and was covered by her arousal. It obvious that she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. Petyr not leaving her wanting, as he slowly moved himself inside her. The slight sting as she dug her nails into his back, sending a wonderful shiver down his spine, as he began to thrust in earnest. The small room on the ship, once more filling with the sounds of their love.