I'm so sorry this has taken me so long to post. I'm a florist so we get really busy around Christmas and I've just not had the time to type this up. Still, it's done now and I hope you all enjoy it.

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Petyr lay in bed with his sweet Sansa as she cuddled up to his chest, her naked body slightly damp with sweat as he played with her hair. There was peace there between them and Sansa revelled in it. She drew little circles on his chest, Sansa loved the moments after they'd made love where he'd just hold her.

"Maybe I shouldn't go to Dorne." Said Sansa quietly and Petyr's eyes instantly shot to full alert, his brow furrowed.

"Why not?"

A pause. "I don't want to leave you on your own."

That earned her a smile from Baelish and he squeezed her tight.

"Oh, Kitten, you don't have to worry about me." Petyr pressed a kiss to her temple.

"But when I was gone before you were... miserable." There was such emotion in her voice.

"This time I know you're coming back. I can call you every day if you want and if you ask then I'll fly out just to be with you. All you have to do is ask, Sweetling. You know I'll come running." Petyr flashed her a smile and Sansa returned it.

"Would you really fly out to Dorne?" Petyr nodded.

"Of course I will, you ask and I'll be on the next flight. Hell, I may even come visit just to surprise you."

Without warning Petyr rolled so as he was over his baby girl, arms on her hips as he pressed his lips to hers. He loved the smoothness of her skin, so soft, so perfect.

"Don't worry about anything, Sweetling." He promised. "Daddy's got it covered."

Sansa couldn't help but snake her arms around Petyr's neck to keep him close. She loved the way he smiled down at her, only she ever got to see that true smile.

"There's something I didn't tell you." The stunning redhead said after a moment or two. "I changed my minor. My major will still be literature but my minor."

Petyr raised a confused eyebrow.

"But you had your heart set on your studies, baby girl."

"I know but... well, I love being with you and I want to be part of your word." Sansa looked off a little awkwardly but Petyr pulled her attention back with a finger under her chin.

"You always will be, always." He promised.

"I know. Still, I'm doing my literature major but I changed my minor to business. You come in and tell me about things that have happened in the club and I don't understand most of it. I want to help you and be part of the club. Does that make any sense?"

Petyr smirked. "I think I get it. You want your own desk in my office." He teased. "Sweetling, I'll teach you about whatever you want, you want me to let you into my work then I'll let you in."

"You shouldn't just hand me something like this. I want to earn it and I want to be qualified. I've never known what to so after school but I want to do this."

Petyr kissed his Sweetling. "If you're sure about this then I better start looking into desks and sexy business attire for you."

"Thank you. You really don't mind me doing this?"

Petyr rolled onto his back once more and tugged Sansa close to his side. The redhead snuggled into his chest, something she always did in the mornings when they woke.

"Mind? Kitten, I would welcome it."

Sansa beamed and clung to her darling Daddy with a sight grip. Yes, she was his little girl but Sansa didn't want to be some sort of kept woman.

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Eventually the day arrived, a warm and pleasant Monday, where Sansa had to board the plane to Dorne. Petyr had been up all night just to watch his darling girl sleep, he'd loved the way she'd snuggled into his chest. He'd survived without her before, he could do it again.

They stood there surrounded by the busy hustle and bustle of people going this way and that. Petyr held the bag for his darling Sansa as she clung to him. She gripped him so tightly that for a moment or so he'd thought he might pop; not that he'd have really minded.

"It's alright, Sweetling." Baelish comforted as Sansa tried not to cry. "You won't be gone forever and I'll be right here when you get back."

"Promise?" She sniffled slightly into his plum shirt.

"Of course, my love. You have wanted to go to DU for years and you're finally doing it. I told you, you call and ask me to come see you and I'll be there."

Sansa peered up at Petyr with reddened eyes and Petyr dropped the bag at his feet in favour of wrapping his strong arms around his baby girl. She smelt so perfect, like coconuts and strawberries, he'd miss that scent but he'd delight in anticipating her return.

"I don't want to leave you... or Lady."

Petyr smiled softly as he tilted her head up with a single finger for a loving kiss; some sort of announcement sounded over the intercom but both ignored it. He stroked a hand through her long red locks. They'd come so far since the days of him watching her in secret, since the fake kidnapping and everything that went along with it. So long but Petyr didn't care about all that, he'd got his baby girl.

"I know, Sweetling, I know. But as soon as you get there you'll love it. This isn't forever. Anyway, just think, when you finish in Dorne and you come home and I'll show you your present."

"Present?" Sansa raised an eyebrow. "You've already got me a graduation present?"

Petyr smirked and chuckled a little. "My love, it's me, I'm always fifteen steps ahead. Besides, it'll just be something else for you to look forwards to when you come home."

"Will you tell me what it is?" She asked with a smile after she'd rubbed what was left of her tears from her eyes.

Petyr shook his head. "No. That would ruin the surprise." He cleared his throat. "Now off you go, Sweetling. Don't want to miss your plane."

Sansa nodded. She reached down for the large bag and took a deep breath when she glanced behind her to the gate. This was it, she was leaving.

"Are you sure you'll be alright with me gone? What about Lysa? She's been suspiciously quiet and... I don't trust it. What if she does something? Or what if she thinks me being in Dorne is an opening? What if she-"

Petyr cut her off with a kiss, long and deep; the sort of kiss that drew attention. He pulled her close, Baelish wanted to memorise every second of her touch, her warmth, her scent.

"Sweetling, I've been able to keep Lysa Aryn at bay since I was a child. That skill isn't going to suddenly vanish because you're in Dorne, my love. Besides, should she grow too tiresome there are several tall buildings in King's Landing I can toss her off."

Sansa chuckled.

"Final call for flight 488, King's Landing to Sunspear." Called the announcement.

"But what if you forget me?" He cut her off again.

"Now is not the time for worries, Sansa. Do you remember when you were a child and I found you on those stairs crying?" Sansa nodded. "All I wanted was to be near you, I craved it. Then you got older and I loved you. You became my everything and then one day just clambered into my car and asked for my help. Sweetling, what I'm telling you is that we have been through so much together and yet if I were to see you for every second of every day I will always remember this. I remember when you left your bear behind when you were eleven and cried for days afterwards. I remember the first time you snuck out and sat in the park with a bottle of wine you'd stolen from your parents. I remember the look on your face when I showed you the room I'd designed for you. I remember the way you pout when you sulk and I love it. I will forever remember everything about you. What we have, Sweetling, no one has to understand. Just you and me." Petyr cleared his throat. "Now please go get on your plane before I completely lose my unpredictable and calculating evil reputation."

Sansa snorted. "You'll never be evil. You can run and plot at the same time though."

"You wound me, Sweetling, I can plot and do anything at the same time." He said with a hint of sarcasm and a hand on chest. "What are you?"

"Yours, Daddy."

"And don't you ever forget it, Sweetling."

Petyr kissed her again then reluctantly pushed her off towards the gate. She'd stormed out of his life before but this time he knew she'd come back to him. Knew his baby girl couldn't wait to come home and when she did he'd never let her out of his sight again.

He stood by the huge wall of windows with green eyes locked on Sansa's plane as it slowly at first then very quickly rushed down the runway. People rushed around behind him but Petyr hardly noticed, not while his little girl was on her way to Dorne. The sooner she got there and landed the sooner she would return to him.

Sansa Stark was his. Sansa Stark was his. Sansa Stark was his. And everyone knew it.

Petyr knew Oberyn Martell would keep a good eye on his sweet redhead. Sansa would be safe with him looking out for her and when she finished university Petyr would give her the present he'd promised her. The idea had come to him when he'd been lying in bed watching her sleep. She wanted to work with him and Petyr would make sure she didn't just get her wish but had the perfect setting in which to do it. The room opposite his office in the club had been empty save for a few folded tables and a couple of chairs, it wouldn't take more than a second or two to rip it all out and make her the best damn office he could. Whatever his little girl wanted she'd get. Sansa would never want for anything.

Lysa would try something, Petyr knew that, but it wouldn't work. Petyr Baelish lied, conned and outsmarted everyone he'd ever met but Sansa was his truth. Sansa was his heart, his love.

The End