O HO HO! Let's do this. ;) Non-Baelishes/Modern AU: Petyr is teaching young Sansa how to drive, and is very unconventional with his corrections.
“Sansa! Are you paying attention?”
Sansa looked up, startled, clutching the driving book in her lap. “Yes, Mom.”
Her mother, rolled her eyes. “Oh for pete’s sake, Sansa. If you had been paying attention, you’d know they called your name.”
She nodded, tucking some hair behind her ears, with one hand, and gripping the book to her chest with the other. She walked past the rows of chairs at the driving school her parents purchased her lessons from. The portly man who stood by the open door glared at her and held his hand out.
Sansa looked down at his cracked palm and then back up to his bloodshot eyes, and shrugged her shoulders nervously, not understanding. “You can’t take the book into your test. And you can’t do the field work, until you’ve passed the written part.” He sounded like he had something caught in his throat as he talked.
Reluctantly, she let go of the book, and gave it to him before walking through the archway to the exam room. It was empty, but for a paper exam and a number two pencil on the desk. Sansa looked around in disbelief before sitting down and picking up the pencil. Surely, there were other people who needed to pass this test? Sansa had been studying for weeks for this. Where was the moderator?
Occasionally, she was distracted from her work by the movement outside the open back door that lead towards the parking lot. She filled out line after line about various traffic codes and what different signs meant, all the while listening to a muffled conversation outside. As the men neared the door, she was able to hear it more clearly. “…just take the job.”
Another voice sounded less than pleased. “I don’t owe you anything!”
“Yeah? Not twelve grand, then? No, that’s what I thought.” Sansa heard the original man retort. A set of keys jingled in the air, and Sansa looked up to see a man backing up past the door to catch them. He stood in her line of sight as he stared at the person he’d been talking to. “Nice. You know, I could make you back twice that if you’d just quit stepping on my dick.”
He was a thin man, older, some grey dusting his temples. Flecks of that same shade of grey sprinkled throughout his goatee. He wore beat up jeans and a black sweater with a silver chain around his neck, a nice watch to match. He glanced through the doorway at her and then did a double-take, smiling as he brought his hand up to rub at his mouth. She recognized that gesture as something men did when they were quickly evaluating things, she’d seen her father do it a thousand times. Her father, did it, but also never changed his stance. This man, on the other hand, seemed to be. He turned quickly, “You know what? I’ll do it. It’s not a problem.”
Sansa had just folded the test over and was rising from her seat to turn it in, to where, she didn’t know, when the man sauntered through the door. He extended his hand to shake hers, but she thought it was to collect her test, and she thrust it towards him. He chuckled and set it on a nearby desk, and held his hand out again, “I’m Petyr, I’m your instructor today, what’s your name?”
“Sansa,” she spoke barely above a whisper, uncomfortable by all the inside information she had concerning his recent acceptance of the role of her instructor.
His smile was inappropriate, and nothing she hadn’t seen before from any of the boys at school. She slid her hand in his, allowing it to grip her as she considered him. While she was no stranger to leering, there was something about the way this man looked at her that told her she would be in over her head with him. The boys at school could check her out all they wanted, and smile as they pictured screwing her in their backseat. This man however, looked like he would do a lot more than that, offer her more than that. He emanated experience and she wondered if she could keep up with a man like that.
As soon as the thought entered her mind, she shook it from her head. It was just a look. How full of herself was she to think that one look meant so much? He licked his lips and flashed her a grin, “Well, Sansa. Right this way.”
She followed him out to the parking lot, to the car with the driving school sign attached to the roof. Her cheeks reddened, feeling embarrassed over the prospect of driving the vehicle that all other cars on the road would make superficial lane changes to avoid. He waved his hand for her to get in, and he hopped in the passenger side.
Sansa took a deep breath and looked over all the controls of the car. It was not one of her parent’s vehicles and therefore she needed to acclimate herself to it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him looking at her, her lap in particular. She turned to face him and his head shot up quickly, “Alright, Sansa. Go ahead and start the car.”
She glanced down noticing how high her mini skirt sat, and how her legs had to part to reach the peddles. Had he seen anything? No, he couldn’t have. She looked on the dash for the button to start the car, finding nothing. “Um, I’m sorry. I don’t see the button.”
He moved next to her, laying one arm around the back of her seat, and chuckled as he handed her the keys. Amusement filled his voice, “Apologies, I forgot to pass you the keys.”
Sansa took them from him and found the keyhole on the steering column, silently scolding herself. She knew the car took a key, she’d seen them get thrown at him before they left. She was simply nervous to officially be behind the wheel of a vehicle. She glanced over at him, startled to see how close his face was to hers. He hadn’t moved back, his arm still draped around the back of her seat.
His cologne filled her nostrils and she’d be lying if she said her body didn’t respond to it, shifting in her seat. Clearing her throat, she reached forward and turned the key, listening to the engine roar to life. “Where to?” She tried to sound casual, as she tucked some hair behind her ear again.
He caught her hand, so close to his face, and brought it to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled. “You smell absolutely delicious.”
Her eyes bulged and her mouth went dry. She panicked not knowing what to say, staring at him. Luckily, he kept talking. “It’s light and sweet, almost edible…it’s a fruit isn’t it?”
“Pomegranate,” Sansa answered, with the single word she could manage.
His grin grew as he repeated, “Pomegranate, you don’t say?” He dragged his nose over her knuckles again. “It’s not a common scent, is it? I mean most girls–women, choose things like vanilla, strawberry, coconut. All the shit you can find in a car freshener, really.” He inhaled again, letting her see his eyes light as he leaned further in, “And, if we’re being honest here, coconut makes me gag. It reminds me of all the fake-and-bakes women tan in at laundromats, and the last thing I want to think about when I’m smelling a woman, is fucking a leather couch.”
“What?!” A shocked laugh slipped out, leaving her jaw open, hanging in disbelief.
He chuckled, “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that.” He let go of her hand, and let his eyes travel her as he said, “I only meant that you’re miles ahead of women many years older than you.”
“It’s alright.” She knew she shouldn’t feel so complimented by that, but she did. It was with this new confidence that she put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking space, looking in all directions before traveling to the end of the parking lot. His words swirled around her head, smelling a woman, fucking…
She took a deep breath and asked again, “Where to?”
He smiled like there was something he knew that she didn’t. “Take a right up here.”
She followed his instructions, her movements more jerky in this foreign vehicle, but adequate all the same. As they drove, she noticed the traffic and businesses were getting further and further away. “Where are we going?”
“Docks,” he answered simply, popping a mint in his mouth before turning around and asking her a question. “How old are you?”
She laughed uncomfortably, “Old enough.”
“Oh?” That got his attention. His eyebrow raised, “For what?”
Sansa made a show of glancing around her and shrugging her shoulders. “For driving. I assume that’s what you’re referring to.”
He chuckled, “Sure.” He leaned over her shoulder again, mint filling her nostrils as he covered her hand on the steering wheel with his. “I need to correct your positioning, Sansa.”
She felt her heart speed up, a million butterflies taking flight in her stomach. “What?”
“Your hands aren’t where they’re supposed to be.” She couldn’t help glancing at his groin when he said that. Instantly, she clamped her eyes shut tight and refocused on the road, cursing herself for looking. As if he didn’t notice, though she was sure he did, he brought one hand down lower on the steering wheel, rubbing her thumb with his.
“Yes, they were,” She disagreed, a slight tremble to her voice, that she hoped he didn’t notice. “They were at ten and two.”
He leaned further over her, his breath hot on her breast as he brought her other hand down lower on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry, Sansa, but that’s incorrect. Here, park over there.”
They had, arrived at the docks and there was plenty of parking spots. When she put the car in park, he explained, “If you get into an accident, and the airbag goes off, what do you think will happen at ten and two?”
“Uh, I don’t know. My arms will fly up,” Sansa shrugged.
“Exactly.” Again he reached for her hands, lifting them above her head, not bothering to hide the way he ogled her breasts as he did. “This hand will hit your window, and this hand will hit the roof. It will happen at such speed that it could shatter your knuckles if not simply just break your hand altogether.”
Sansa stared into his eyes, her hands still held up in the air as she pictured it. Hovering inches from her face, his minty breath brought her out of the imagery. “You’re going to need your hands working. If you’ve been in an accident, you need to get out of the car immediate. Before it sinks, before it blows. You will have to cut your seat belt, bash through your window and climb or swim out. You can’t do any of those things with broken hands.” He brought them back down, and rubbed his thumbs over them again. “These are what are going to save your life.”
The seat belt and her bra became restraints as her chest heaved at the intensity of his words, and the picture they painted. She swallowed a couple of times, trying to get the saliva in her mouth moving as he brought her hands back to the wheel. “You want your hands on five and seven.”
Feeling too rattled to ask, she tilted her head in question. He smiled and said, “Because, when the airbag sets off, they will fall back into your lap.” He tugged her hands from the steering wheel, and pressed them down against her thighs.
Her eyes fluttered when he let his fingers brush against her skin. He licked his lips as he smiled, “See? Your legs are much softer to land against than the car. No broken bones.”
Sansa opened her eyes, and glanced at the chain dangling around his neck. A wicked thought popped in her head and she imagined yanking him down by it to kiss him. She knew he’d be minty, but wondered about the taste beneath it. Boys tasted differently, she’d learned. As she took in the grey at his temples, she wondered how men tasted.
He dragged his fingertips slowly off of her thighs, and opened the passenger door. “I’ll be right back.”
She watched him through the windshield as he walked down a dock, to a couple of men standing on a boat named, “The Dornish Man’s Wife.”
Sansa spread her legs further, and brought her fingertips down to confirm that she had soaked through her panties. “Fuck,” she sighed. She chided herself as she watched him pass something to one of the guys. “He touched your hand, Sansa. That was it. You complete and utter horn-dog.”
She closed her legs and sat up straight when she saw him walking back up towards the car, a self-satisfied smile on his lips. She wondered for a moment if the man was ever not happy. She watched him tuck something in his belt behind his back and fix his sweater over it before he got in the car.
When he opened the door and got in, another waft of his cologne filled her nostrils and she smiled as if on reflex. He rested his arm around the back of her seat again, “Ready to head back, Sansa?”
She nodded, feeling like if she spoke aloud, he might somehow know what was going on between her legs. It was a silly thought, and she knew it, but couldn’t make herself respond any differently.
They drove back towards the city, traffic increasing and stores popping up everywhere. Occasionally, he would lean over and tell her to change lanes, or use her signal. A couple of times she forgot to, and waited for him to say something. When he didn’t, and she glanced over, she would catch him leering at her. Part of her wanted to tug at her skirt, and pull the neckline of her shirt up. Another part of her wanted to shift in her seat to allow more flesh to peek out. She told herself that was wrong, that she was just flattered by the attention, like she would be with any guy checking her out. However, she couldn’t deny that there was a big difference between the smile she got from their attention, and the tingling she felt to be free of her constraints at his.
When they pulled into a parking spot and turned off the ignition, she reached for her belt buckle. He was quicker, “Let me.”
She inhaled, her eyes wide at the sudden ache low in her belly as she stared back into his dilated pupils, hovering so close to hers. His lips must have been inches away, but they felt like mere millimeters, the gap between them easily closed with a shot of courage. He looked down at the belt buckle in his grip, slowly retracting, letting the back of his hand slide against her belly, his thumb grazing the underside of her breast.
Her nipples stood at attention, fighting the weight of her shirt, to reach towards the man touching her. Again, her mouth went dry when stared down at his hand against her, and she shifted in her seat a little, arching her back for him. It was an unspoken request, a dare to cross the line. She knew she shouldn’t, but it felt so good to.
Her movement seemed to snap him out of his trance, because he flashed her a grin and said, “Next week, Sansa?”
A deep breath wouldn’t control the slight tremor through her hand as she gripped the handle, stalling. “You’re not really a driving instructor.”
“Why would you say that?” He asked, the picture of innocence and confusion.
She glanced down to his hands, and said nothing.
He leaned forward, and touched his hand to her leg. There was no pretense, nothing to hide behind in this contact. “Does it bother you?”
She laughed uncomfortably. “No. I mean–you shouldn’t say you’ll see me next week, when you won’t.”
His lips pouted playfully as he looked down at her lap, watching his thumb brush further under her skirt. “Sounds like you are bothered.” His fingers gripped her inner thigh more, the heat between her legs radiating as she spread her legs. “Mm, hot and bothered.”
“Sansa!” Her mother’s familiar voice called out from across the parking lot. “Sansa!”
“Looks like you’re mom’s looking for you.” He let the very tip of his middle finger just barely brush against the outside of her sodden panties.
Her body felt on fire, a deep blush consuming her as her tits ached and her clit tingled at his tease. She didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter than she already was, but wondered if when she got up, there might in fact, be a puddle on the seat.
As her mom approached the car, his hand withdrew from her skirt. He rested his elbow on the dash, letting his chin rest on his fist, and gave her a naughty grin.
Her mother rapped her knuckles against the window. “Sansa, let’s go! Stop taking up this poor man’s time. We have to pick up your brother from basketball, and your sister from archery. And then there’s all those lemon squares I have to bake for key club. Why did you pick lemon squares? I swear, sometimes you live to make things more difficult.”
Sansa’s blush deepened. Mothers dealt in mortification. She shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet she was completely sideswiped by the way her mother cock-blocked her. Well, that wasn’t exactly right… It wasn’t his cock that was teasing her, yet.
“Why are you all flushed? Do you have a fever?” Her mother fussed over her. “Oh for pete’s sake, Sansa! Are you getting sick? I don’t have the energy to deal with you sick right now.”
“Sansa?” She heard his voice call to her, and she turned to look over her shoulder as her mother shuffled her away.
He turned to sniff his finger and sigh, “I’ll see you next week.”
“Of course you will! We paid for the whole eight week course!” Her mother answered for her.
“Eight weeks,” he grinned. “Perfect.”
A jolt of excitement and anxiety rolled through her as she realized the man who smiled at her as he inhaled her scent, would be the same man that took her virginity. If her parents had anything to say about it, it’d be within the next eight weeks, too.
