Sansa groaned as she was placed gently on her bed, pain throbbing through her side from the wound left by the hilt of Ser Meryn's sword. The beating today had been particularly terrible after another humiliating defeat of the Lannister's men at the hands of Robb's army. Sansa always tried to stay strong through the pain but today was unbearable, they beat her until she was laying on the throne room floor slipping in and out of consciousness.

Suddenly she had found herself scooped up into a pair of strong arms and when a rasping voice whispered "You're alright, Little Bird." she realized it was Sandor Clegane's arms that cradled her against his chest. She was not terribly surprised by this as he had always been kind to her, not in his words but in his actions. He never hit her and would always lead her back to her rooms and ensure she was seen by a Maester. This was the first time though that she was in his arms and she was shocked to find that she truly enjoyed the feeling, warmth spread through her body.

But now he placed her on the bed and was barking at one of her maids to fetch a Maester, the girl looked terrified and fled the room the moment the words left his lips. Sandor stopped then and looked down at her, she met his eyes and forced a smile through her pain. He did not smile in return but a warmth seemed to come to his eyes for a moment before he turned to take his place outside her door.

"Wait! Ser...Sandor.."

The words escaped her lips before she could stop them and he froze on the spot, standing for a few moments with his back to her before turning and staring at her in silence, waiting for her to speak.

"I...I would like for you to stay...Please?"

Sandor seemed taken aback for a moment before responding,

"Why would you want me here girl?"

"Because I...Well, you make me feel safe."

"Safe? You're not safe with me." He sneered

"I am. I know I am. You won't let them hurt me."

"And what of me girl? I could hurt you."

"You could. But you won't." She stated defiantly, meeting his eyes with a blazing look.

When did I stop fearing his face? She wondered, allowing her eyes to flicker for a moment to the scars that no longer made her stomach clench.

Sandor stared at her for a moment, studying her face, before grunting and taking a seat on the chair next to her bed.

She found herself smiling without force now.

"Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me." He growled, looking moodily around the room.

Sansa stared at his big hand, resting on his leg with his fingers splayed out over his knee and found herself fighting the urge to take his hand in hers.

Before she had a chance to speak again Measter Pycelle scurried into the room and Sandor stood, towering over the smaller man for a moment and giving him a hard look before stepping out the door to his place in the hall and leaving him to his work.

Authors Note: This is my first Fan Fiction so I apologize if it is not very good. Sorry that it's short too, the rest of the chapters will be longer. I also wanted to note that the Title of the story comes from a song that reminds me of Sansa and Sandor called Wilder Wein by Rammstein, the song itself is German but the English lyrics are below. :)

Wild wine - before your lap
wild wine - it has been written
deep in the water - you don't cross
but my desire - laughs at the wings
wild wine - like a dove
wild wine - so wet and hot

Wild wine - before this darkness
wild wine - healed by the light
it stays hidden - otherwise we could defend ourselves
I wait for you - at the end of the night
wild wine - only a grape
wild wine - and bitter like snow

I wait for you - at the end of the night