One-shot SanSan

So this is my very first fanfiction, first story written since I was in school. Please let me know if there are any mistakes. Hope you all like!

Bookwyrm

Sansa was afraid, but not because of the large, drunken figure holding his longsword to her throat. She was more afraid of the echoes of war radiating from the Blackwater. Screams of dying men could be heard all through the Red Keep, making the unearthly green hue of the wildfire ever more menacing.

"I'll have that song now, little bird," Sandor Clegane growled. The harshness of his words did not reach his eyes, where fear, anger and something Sansa could not name danced like the flames leaping from the bay outside. Slowly, gently, as to not startle the tortured man, she moved the blade away from her throat. In the same motion her other hand came up to stroke the ruined half of his face, running slender fingers over the scars and bit of exposed cheekbone. Staring the Hound in the eye, Sansa sang the Mother's hymn.

Sandor didn't understand the reaction of the small, fragile girl. Instead of fear, she had responded with compassion. Where he had expected to find revulsion, he had only found empathy. He felt his muscles, pulled taught with anger and fear, relax under her touch, felt his mind calm with her song. What is this buggering girl doing to me?

He turned away from the little bird and sat down on the stone steps, placing his head in his hands. "I don't want your buggering pity, girl. This isn't one of your pretty songs," the Hound snarled, badly trying to hide the pain in his voice. Does she know what she's doing to me? Would she torture me so if she did?

Sansa came to stand at Sandor's feet, just a stair below him. From here she was just slightly taller than the broken man. "I have no pity for you, Hound, only admiration. I am very grateful to you for saving me during the riot, whether you want my thanks or not. You may not be a true knight, but you did what the Kingsguard and Gold Cloaks did not do. You didn't abandon me to the mercy of the mob. You saved me," she knelt on the step with her last words, looking up into Sandor's eyes, and reached up to tenderly touch his burned cheek, "And for that, I thank you," Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she leaned up and kissed his ruined, twisted cheek.

Sandor could not hide his shock and disbelief. Did the buggering girl just kiss me where I must pay whores to even look? He searched her face, but could not find the disgust he looked for, nor did he find any repulsion. All he saw was sincerity and admiration in the small smile and soft eyes of Sansa Stark. "Fly now, little bird, unless you want me to take more than that little kiss you gave," he snarled. He had hoped to scare her away, but at the same time he knew he hated to see her go. The small drop in her face was enough to drive him mad, it made him want to do anything to put that pretty smile back on her pale face. However, Sansa was Joffrey's betrothed, a High Lord's get, off limits for a hideous dog like him. She deserved some pretty faced knight, someone who wouldn't hurt her.

To his joy and chagrin, she remained, silently looking down on him with her big, sad blue eyes. Gods, how he wanted to take her away from here. I can, he thought, No one will be watching the buggering gates right now, I could throw her over my shoulder and carry her right out of King's Landing. He shook the thought from his head. He'd get her killed that way. Even so, the words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them. "Come with me, little bird, I could keep you safe. I could take you home," The shock written plainly on her face was enough to discourage him. He quickly stood and stumbled down the stairs, leaving the stunned Sansa chirping, "Wait! Sandor!" at his back. He tried to memorise her face, the shade of auburn her hair was, the sound of her saying his name for the first and last time. He knew he would never see his little bird again. She would never know how her incessant chirping had tamed the heart of the wild Hound.

~END~

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