„You have to believe me! Please don't leave me..."
She opens the door to her flat. Her smudged Eyeliner was a hard contrast to her red, swollen eyes. „Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever done. I can't bear this twice." She whims: „Why did you leave me." Silence. „Why did you leave me!", she screamed. I could see the open wine bottle behind her at the desk. I tried to take her hand but she insist to don't so. „You were so young and... and your parents..." She exhaled sharply: „And now? Do You think anything has changed? Still we've got the enormous age gap but.. what am I talking about? You once loved me. You just skipped what we had like nothing has happened. You dishonored your job, you dishonored your family, you dishonored me... but the worst about it... you dishonored yourself. Being unable to quit things and decide between work and life don't make a good characterization." I needed to stop her immediately before she lost her mind completely: „No you don't get it! You've got also a boyfriend! Tonight I wanted to ask you out, to break and leave the circumstances, to be with me! But you trusted the man who blamed you the most. Isn't it suspicious that he wanted to cooperate with Varys not with his ambitious girlfriend? And now he blamed both of his competitors? Urgh, Sansa! Seriously!" The Redhead comes one step closer: „Do you think I've lost my mind? This conversation isn't about him it's about you and why do you are still dating such a bitch!"
„Come on Sansa, I want family and Lysa gave me one."
And without any further effort to argue against she pushed me against the wall. „Who do you think you are, Petyr Baelish!"
I used the moment to surprise her and carried her against her will into her apartment and throw her into her couch. „Could you just be quiet? We are adults not kids."
„But you treat me like one!", and luckily I was able to catch her hand before she could slap me.
„Oh no. Don't do that... ah! Don't even think about it!", and I hold her left hand.
She was so furious but nevertheless she kisses me. I roughly grabbed her buttocks and she scratched my back. „You bloody Bastard!" Sansa screamed while she pulled over my shirt. My hands hold hers tight and over my kisses at her neck I mumbled: „You stubborn Woman!" Then she pushes me with all her power to the ground:
„You are mine Petyr Baelish. Don't you dare to forget that." And I don't know why the first thing I answered was: „So you want to marry me. Is it that what you desire?" And from one to the next second her cheeks had the same color as cherries.
Oh no. Not her cheeks. Her whole face, well played Petyr. „You idiot! I am not dumb, you are still married and promises from you aren't always trustworthy. Show me that you are a man, Petyr Baelish." Sansa threw my T-shirt in my direction and pointed at the door.
Hell I am such an ... ‚Will you marry me' , after I ruined literally her career somehow: why not. But first things first. She was right. I have to proof her my feelings. And my keys opened the door of my house. The lights were still on and I heard some mumbling from the kitchen.