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I swore that I would never write fan fiction, but... I couldn't resist! I just love SanSan way too much! And then I came up with this idea, hope that you like it! English is not my first language, so I hope I didn't mess anything up.
Sandor didn't know what he had expected when had left the battle, afraid of the green fire that was devouring the ships and the men and the rain of flaming arrows that fell angrily on them, and he had suddenly found himself in the little bird's room. He didn't know why he fell asleep on her bed, nor why he acted that way with her when she appeared in the room, scared and trying to run away from the horrors of that night. He had asked her to leave with him, he could protect her. But she had stayed, and he had left.
He had thought that he could easily leave the city, no one would notice him with all the chaos of the battle, and if they did, it would be the last thing they did in their buggering lives. But as he rode Stranger out of King's Landing, he felt that it was the most difficult thing he had ever done in his life.
Seven buggerings hells he thought as he kicked Stranger to make him go faster. What was wrong with him? He was free, free to run away from the Lannister and the fire, he had time to scape and no one would find him! Why was he so angry and furious?
His thoughts kept coming back to King's Landing... To the little bird. He stopped Stranger and turned his head around to stare at the city, with green flames making it shine in an unnatural way. He could practically hear the screams of the soldiers all the way from there. He looked at the Red Keep, still visible from that distance... Sansa. No, he couldn't leave her there. The city was going to fall, the army of Stannis was going to sack the city, and he bloody well knew what would happen then. They would kill all the men, rape all the women...
He remembered the day that the mob had attacked Joffrey, and what had almost happened to the little bird. Had he not arrived in time to take those fucking bastards away from her...
He saw red. He felt his blood boiling in his veins at the mere thought of those bloody Baratheon soldiers doing that to her. He would not allow it, nobody would do any harm to Sansa, not to his little bird...
He turned Stranger around and kicked him again to race back to the city. He didn't have it quite so easy to get in as he had had it to get out, all the doors were locked. There was only one way in, and that was going back to the battle around the walls of the city. Cursing under his breath, he did it. As he returned to the battle he had cowardly ran away from minutes ago, he found that there were many more soldiers that there had been when he left. More Baratheon soldiers? They were fucked if that was the case...
But as he got closer, he could see their banners. That wasn't the army of Stannis Baratheon, it was a Lannister and Tyrell army.
What in seven buggering hells...?
A man came running and screaming toward him, holding a sword. Sandor cut him in two with his greatsword and rejoined his men in battle against the few Baratheon men that were retreating, suddenly defeated. He kept cutting men as he rode past them, and his own men recognized him and seemed glad to see him, because he could kill many more men than they could. He didn't see the dwarf anywhere. He hoped the bloody Imp was dead, it would be one less pain in his arse. He also didn't see the king anywhere, but that was no surprise at all.
He didn't stop cutting men in half and riding them down until he heard the shouts of victory surrounding them and there were no more enemies to kill. There was cheering and singing, but he didn't hear it. He had only one thing in mind.
Sandor raced back inside the city and towards the Red Keep, dismounting Stranger and giving the reigns to a squire. He entered the Red Keep, running past soldiers that had stormed inside to announce the victory, and he didn't stop until he reached the closed doors of Sansa's chambers. He didn't stop himself and burst them open, quickly looking around, searching for her with eyes full of fear. Had they gotten to her while he was gone?
He could hear his own sight of relief as he saw her on her bed, sleeping in the same right spot in which he had fallen asleep not even an hour ago. She was holding his bloody cloak tightly against her body, as if she were hugging a dear old friend. That left him astonished.
She oppened her eyes then, wide awake and startled from the noise of the door oppening so violently. She nearly let out a faint scream, but she relaxed when she saw that it was him.
-Ser...- she whispered.
-I'm no Ser- he said for the millionth time, but it wasn't angrily this time. He was so relieved to see that she was alright, that no bad had come to her while he ran away leaving her behind.
She fell silent for a moment, turning red from her mistake.
Buggering hells, how can she be embarrased in moments like this? He asked himself. Such a polite little bird...
-Sandor...- that surprised him. He had expected her to call him many other names, but not by his given name... At least, not in such a tender way... She didn't let go of the bloody cloak at any moment.- I thought you were leaving?
-I was- he admitted, walking closer to the bed, to where she was.- But I came back...
Sandor could see the surprise in the little bird's eyes, but also something else... Something that he could not quite describe...
-Why?- she wanted to know. Her voice was weak, and she was shaking, but not out of fear.
Sandor stopped right in front of the bed and looked down at her, straight into her Tully blue eyes. She was so beautiful, sitting there holding his cloak, not minding the stains of blood that covered it. He took a strand of hair away from her beautiful face, and when he touched her she shivered. He felt himself harden and his breeches pulling tighter on his manhood, but he controlled himself. He had to. Sandor then answered her question.
-I came back for you, little bird.
She let out a soft cry. He was afraid for a second, thinking that maybe she was afraid of him, but then he saw the tears of joy that started filling her eyes. She was looking at him straight in the face, and there wasn't a knife at her throat threatening her at that moment; she was looking straight at his face, not minding his burns, on her own will.
-Sandor...- she cried, and then she stood up and hugged him tightly, locking her arms around his huge armoured body.- I was so stupid, I should have gone with you before! I'm so sorry, I panicked, but I wanted to go, I wanted to go with you so much! Away from here, away from everything... Oh, please forgive me for my behaviour with you all this time, I was a stupid, stupid child...
-No- he rasped.- You are the one that has to forgive me, little bird...
And then he did the unthinkable. He took her chin gently with his hand and made her look up at him. He locked her blue eyes on his grey ones, and found that for the first time there wasn't anger of rage in them.
He lowered his head and kissed her full on the mouth. Sandor expected the little bird to get away from him in disgust, but he had never expected her to cup his face with her delicate porcelain hands, just like she had done before when he was crying, and kiss him back. She was kissing him back!
Sandor caught her tiny waist between his hands and pulled the little bird closer, feeling her against his body. Sansa moaned against his mouth, and he parted her lips with his tongue, exploring her little mouth with it and feeling himself harder and harder with each second that passed. He wanted to take her, there, now, but he could not do that, he must control himself for the sake of the little bird.
Stop being a wild dog he ordered to himself.
He focused on the kiss, and he felt himself melting at the feeling of the little bird's mouth on his. She wanted him, he could feel it, just as much as he wanted her.
The kiss that had started slow and innocent soon turned passionate and breathless, and a bit wild. Sansa was a little she-wolf, after all, and Sandor liked it. She moaned again against his mouth, and a low, raspy sound of pleassure came rushing out of his lips suddendly. Gods, what had this girl- this beautiful woman- done to him to make him act that way? And what on seven buggering hells had he done to deserve her? He had always thought that only in his dreams would this become true.
He kiss ended, and they breathed heavily to catch their breaths. They never took their eyes away from each other. Sandor looked at Sansa; her face was red from the heat, her lips swollen from the kiss, and her breast raised and fell while she tried to steady her breath.
Sandor's thoughts were on the kiss. How could have Sansa changed her behavior so quickly? First she was terrified to look at him, and now... That kiss!
-I'm sorry, little bird- he rasped.- I shouldn't have...
-You feel the same way that I do- she interrupted him, with her eyes shining brightly.- All this time... I didn't know why you protected me, I was so blind that I could not see... You love me?
-Aye- he said, not afraid anymore.
-I was so scared... So terrified of everyone that I did not realize my own feelings!- she exclaimed.- Somewhere along the way, I started feeling the same way for you.
Buggering hells, she did not just say that. It was impossible, it had to be a dream... The best dream any man in Westeros had ever had. The best dream in the entire fucking world.
-And I didn't realize it until you left and you were away from me, and I didn't know what I was going to do without you- she finished, and Sandor caressed her cheek.
-Little bird...- he kissed her again, softly, tenderly.
-What are we going to do?- she asked, suddenly worried, while she hugged him and buried her face in his broad chest.- The king...
-Fuck the king- he said for the second time that night.
Sansa laughted, and for the first time since he was six years old, Sandor smiled, happy.