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Arms wrapped tightly around his waist, which surprised Petyr, who was greeted with quick little kisses against his neck. Lord Baelish got out of his trance, a hand caressing one of your arms.
“Since when were you here?” he asked, still focused on his papers.
“I knocked but you must have been too focused on work to notice”.The pepper and salt haired man turned on his chair to face you. Deep eyebags decorated his face.“You’re exhausted Petyr, go to bed !” you pleaded as worry tinted your voice, a hand on his shoulder. He pushed it away and returned to his work.
“I cannot, I must finish this” he mumbled, fingers rubbing his eyes.
“The Realm’s finances can wait; you won’t be any good in this state anyway” you scolded him cupping his cheeks, so he’d had no choice but to look at you.The master of coins sighed heavily before giving up on his calculus. He had no chance against you anyway, you always had the last word.He liked that about you. You were a smart girl with a sharp tongue. But kind and warm. You were his and he was yours.“Fine” he smiled. He took your hand before leading you to his bed. Climbing on it you steadied yourself against the headboard, welcoming him in your arms. Laying in between your legs, Petyr’s head rested on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. He hummed in comfort while you played gently with his hair. You liked seeing him this way, it was a rare sight; Lord Baelish being vulnerable with someone. With you. No malicious smile, no vice in his grey eyes, no calculated moves. With you he was a man amongst others, but you made him feel like he was on top of the world.“This is nice” you murmured feeling at peace.
Getting no response, you realized your man felt asleep in your arms. Carefully, as not to wake him, you pulled the satin sheets on both of you. You kissed his temple softly before joining him into the sweet embrace of sleep.