"Well come on, I ain't got all night ya know." Ramsay teased, as he waited for (Y/n) to get into the bath.

"Turn around." (Y/n) insisted, looking slightly nervous, as she pulled the heavily blood stained sheet around herself.

Ramsay stared at her, seeing the concerned look on her face. Cautiously he moved over to her, and gently pulled the crimson soaked material from her body. The numerous scars on her form, seemed to glisten in the light of the room. It was obvious that they were old and would have been accompanied with bruises that would have been as bad as anything Ramsay had seen. (Y/n) trying to cover her body with her arms and hands as the gangster traced his fingertips over a scar just above her left breast.

"(Y/n), please don't, ya can trust me." Ramsay said, as he slowly moved her hands away from her body.

"Has anyone ever told you how truly beautiful ya are (Y/n). You were right when you said that we aren't that dissimilar. Did he do this to ya? Did your father give you these scars?" Ramsay asked, as he circled her, his fingertips never leaving her skin. The criminal feeling her body tremble under his touch. His eyebrows furrowing as (Y/n) shook her head slightly.

"No. It wasn't my father. It was.......it was my sister. When I was a child, she would......... well she would hurt me. She didn't like the fact that father seemed to like me more. She said that I dare to think I was better. More beautiful. More intelligent. I did once try to tell my father what was happening, what had been happening for so long, but he wouldn't listen. Cersei just said that I was clumsy. That I had fallen over, or knocked into something." (Y/n) explained, as a tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled the pain of her childhood. Pain that was inflicted on her by a sister that should love her.

"You know, a scar simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you, don't ya (Y/n)?" Ramsay whispered in her ear, as he stood behind her. His warm breath kissing her neck, as his long fingers caressed her shoulders and then slowly moved down her arms.

"You ain't the only one with scars (Y/n), do you want to see?" Ramsay asked as he moved to stand before her.

"Show me, please. Let me know I'm not the only one." (Y/n) replied. Desperation in her voice, as Ramsay began to remove his shirt. Her eyes widening as the garment fell to the floor, and she saw the marks that littered his flesh. (Y/n) reaching out her hand, and gently placing her fingers softly on what looked like the most recent mark,

"I got that un a few months ago, a cop shot at me. Lucky it only grazed, if it had gone in, it could have been a different story." Ramsay told her, as he took her hand from the scar, raising it to his lips, and kissing it gently.

"Come on princess, let's get you all cleaned up." The gangster hummed, as he lifted (Y/n) from the floor, and slowly lowered her into the hot water. Ramsay taking a cloth and carefully beginning to clean her. (Y/n) taking the flannel from his hands, before starting to remove the blood from his face.

"You look so much more handsome without all this. I like to see the man under the mess." (Y/n) cooed, smiling softly as she gently rubbed away the crimson streaks.

As the stains were removed, Ramsay couldn't help but stare at the woman before him. Contrary to outward appearances, (Y/n) was as damaged a soul as he was. Abused, scarred and mistreated by a person that should have loved her. Ignored by a father that should have helped her. The only difference between the two, was that he chose to hide his pain behind violence, and she hid behind that perfect smile and kindness.

"Move up princess." Ramsay suddenly said, as he stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. (Y/n) moving forward in the bath, without even a second thought. Allowing Ramsay to slip in behind her, the water flowing over the top of the tub as he sank deeper into the hot water. As he settled, he pulled her back into him, so that she was leaning gently against his svelte chest. His hands softly caressing her skin, as he began to remove the dried on blood.

Never before had the crime boss experienced something so intimate as he was at this moment. Just the closeness of her naked body against his, his fingertips brushing across her flesh, was enough to send waves of pleasure through him. Every nerve, every sense was heightened, his body on fire, as he could hear her soft moans pervade the steam filled room. He found himself moaning along with her, as her hands caressed his thighs, her touch sending little shocks of electricity through him. His body shuddering as she moved so that she was sat on his lap.

"Are ya sure ya want this. Are ya sure ya want me? You're a princess and I'm a killer with a gun. I've robbed and I've killed. I've done so many bad things, and I can't take any of that back. I can't change what I've done. And I don't deserve to be loved by anyone as good as you." Ramsay said, as (Y/n)'s head dropped backwards so that it came to rest on his shoulder.

"I've never wanted anything more than I want you. I've never cared about anyone more than I care about you. Maybe this was all meant to be, a strange fate that is written in the stars, and is beyond our control. But I for one don't want to question fate. I don't want to question how I feel for you. I don't want an explanation as to why this feels so right. All I want is you, every part of you." (Y/n) said, as she stared deeply into his perfect blue eyes.

"If you want this as much as I do, just accept that this is meant to be, we can't fight fate."

Fate was one thing that Ramsay had found himself coming to believe in, whether he liked it or not. His destiny had led him to be the criminal he was. Led him to be here right now. Maybe it was fate that he had gone into the bank when she was there. That he had chosen to take her with him as they made their getaway. And just like her, he had no desire to question the plans of the universe.

"How can a humble gangster disagree with his princess." Ramsay said, softly bringing her lips to his.

"But a princess, deserves better than in a bath for her first time, even with a man like me." Ramsay added, as he reluctantly pulled himself from the hot water.

"How do you know I'm a.......... I mean, yes, but.......... how could you tell that.............?" The blush to her cheeks made him want her even more than he already did. The innocence she covered with the sarcastic comments didn't fool Ramsay. She was as pure as the driven snow. Unsullied, untouched by any other man, and the Bastard of the Dreadfort was determined that he would be the only man, to know the pleasure that her body could give.

"I know princess, because ya a Lannister. Ya father's favourite or not, a maiden lioness would be worth more than gold. And everyone knows that ya father isn't against selling off his daughters for power. But if ya do want me to be ya first, I promise that ya won't regret it." He said, looking down at the shocked woman, that was still enveloped in the cleansing waters.

"I asked Luton to get one of the girls to make up a clean room for ya." Ramsay added. Reaching out his hand so that he could help her from the tub. Wrapping a large towel around her before picking her up in his arms and making his way out of the bathroom.

Finding the room, he placed her gently onto the mattress, removing the towel that covered what he intended to claim as his. His eyes widening, as he watched her body flush with desire. The look in her eyes telling him that she wanted him, truly wanted him. That she wanted to be his, just as much as he wanted to be hers.

"Ramsay, please take me. I've waited so long for you; I don't want to wait any longer. Show me what it is to be loved Ramsay, please." (Y/n) whispered. Reaching out her hand, as she beckoned him towards her. Pulling him to her as he got close.

As he leant over her still wet body, Ramsay finally realised that he now truly knew what it was to be loved by another human being. To be longed for and desired. And as she gave herself to him, he felt more powerful than he ever had before.

Slowly, he entered her wanton flushed flesh, and he couldn't help but groan needily as he felt her warmth envelop him. Her nails digging into his shoulders at the painful first sting of love. The sudden wave of emotion and want he felt was indescribable. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, but he knew that it was something he wanted to feel again and again, and always with (Y/n).

With every thrust of his hips, he felt himself get harder. And as her moans of pleasure filled the small room, he could think of nothing but her. His whole world in the last few days had become her, and he didn't want it to change.

Ramsay could feel something come over him. It was as if everything was now for her. To protect her, care for her and love her as the gentler part of his nature, that he never knew existed, came to the surface.

He could feel her fingernails grip into the flesh on his back, causing a sudden shock of pleasure and pain to course through his body. Her every move underneath him. Her every tear to his skin, her every breathless moan of his name was causing his every nerve ending to tingle and twitch.

As (Y/n) screamed out his name, reaching her euphoric peak, Ramsay couldn't believe that this was all really happening. The a gangster, that had once been a nameless, houseless bastard, would have in his bed the most beautiful of lioness.

Finally, the tight feeling in the very pit of his stomach exploded, as he released himself into the beautiful woman beneath him. Ramsay gasping for air, as his last few needy thrusts jolted him forward uncontrollably. The rush of endorphins through his body was more than he could handle, as his form went limp and fell into her arms.

He felt her arms tighten around him, as his body shuddered. He didn't want to move, he never wanted to leave her warm embrace. He never wanted to lose the feeling of her heart beating against his. He felt safe in her arms, like nothing and no one could touch him, like he could take on the world and win. She was everything he had ever wanted. Everything he had ever needed, and as they held one another he could tell that (Y/n) felt the same.

"Ramsay." (Y/n) whispered, as she panted for air, the euphoric feel still coursing through her.

"Hmmmm?" Was all he could reply, momentarily unable to think of anything else fitting to say.

"I love you."

Ramsay raised himself up from her body so that he could look into her eyes, and within them he could see nothing but sincerity. Nothing but love, as the two stared deep into one another's souls.

"I love ya too princess." Was all he could say, as he nuzzled his face into her hand that gently cupped his cheek. Her every touch proving to him that his plan would work.

"Do ya want to go back to ya father, princess?" Ramsay asked, as he dropped to her side and pulled her body into his. Unable to stop himself from smiling as her head rested lazily on his chest, her fingers mindlessly drawing intricate patterns on his stomach. Ramsay sure that he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her.

"No, never! I want to stay with you." She replied, distraught at the idea of having to return to her father, and leave him.

"Then I need ya to listen to me princess. I have a plan and I need ya to hear me out. It may be crazy, but between us I know we can make it work!"