Former child star Petyr Baelish gets a call from an old friend and previous co-star. Catelyn Tully Stark’s daughter, Sansa, wants to act. He’s sure there’s something in it for him if he lends a hand. Eventually, Petyr and Sansa end up cast as father and daughter in a popular TV sitcom but he starts to realize his feelings for the teenage starlet are far from paternal. Luckily, Sansa is not immune to his machinations - or to the budding chemistry between them.
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(A/N: The usual apologies for delayed posting. I’m really a slave to the muse. BUT the chapter 14 is finished, too. I’ll post that next week. Also, it’s smutty. So I hope that will at least partially compensate!)
Sansa drove home caught halfway between anger and shame. She’d clearly done something wrong, crossed some invisible line. But Petyr had no right to shut her out like that. Not when she’d let him so far in.
God, she’d let him go so far… and she’d only wanted more.
Her cheeks burned and she cranked up the AC in her car. She was all too aware of her now-sticky underwear, clinging uncomfortably between her legs and wedged halfway up her ass. She thought about sliding a hand under her to smooth it but she knew better than to publicly pick a wedgie. No one around for miles but do one embarrassing thing and paps would run out of the shadows to catch it on camera….
The light at the bottom of the hill was turning yellow up ahead and she was just far enough away that even flooring it wouldn’t get her through in time. She pressed on the brake with unnecessary force, the car behind her honking to protest the stuttering stop. Resisting the urge to flip them off, Sansa pressed one hand to her forehead, rubbing the furrow that had formed between her brows.
Which is what she’d thought she would be doing by now, rather than sitting in her car, outraged and confused.
