Hi! This is my very first atempt at a fanfiction and even at writing anything at all. So try to be nice, please? And also I think I should let you know that this story is for me kind of an experiment and that I have no idea of where I'm heading to with it. Reviews would be appreciated. Even worshiped. And finally, english is my third language so if you spot a mistake, please let me know. And obviously, I don't own anything! Enjoy ^^

She danced every single morning. Like a ritual. Every morning after having showered, she would start her day with a few dance moves to the tunes played by her radio, usually wrapped in a towel, her damp hair following her as if they were moving on their own. She would leave her body react to the music and forget everything else. Dancing she tought, was a great way of waking up. It gave her energy and confidence for the rest of the day.

At twenty two year old, Sansa was living a comfortable life as an art student in a small apartment she paid almost nothing in exchange of a fiew services to the landlord, an old lady who went by the name of Olenna. On a normal weekday, she usually went to school or worked at the part-time job she had at Dany's, a small second-hand clothes shop runned by one of her brother's friend. You certainly wouldn't describe Sansa as the outgoing type. On a typical Friday night she liked to spend time at her place, drawing or watching a movie or going out for a drink with her closest friends and her week-ends were mostly dedicated to her schoolwork. Although she knew her lifestyle sometimes apeared as completely boring to others, she enjoyed it.

On a lazy Monday morning, Sansa was sitting on her tiny balcony, sketching the old abandoned building facing her own and enjoying her tea when Margaery, the old lady's grand-daughter burst into the room, a paper bag in her hand. Without a word, she took a mug from the kitchen and settled on the armchair facing Sansa's.

''BTS? So you're an Army now?'' asked the smirking redhead refering to her friend's freshly fetched mug.

''Shut up. Doing the dishes so early in the morning goes against pretty much everything I believe in. Today I prefer using your lame cup.'' answered Margaery ignoring the tounge Sansa was sticking out in her direction.''Milk?''

''Somewhere under your seat.'' she said, blowing on a lock that had fell on her face, still focused on her sketching. ''Shouldn't you be in class?''

When she realised her friend wasn't going to answer her, Sansa looked up. Margaery was observing something in the street while enjoying a blackberry muffin. Sansa grabbed the paper bag from her friend's knees with her toes, letting out a whistle to get the other girl's attention.

''Marge! Hey!'' she opened the bag and breathed the heavenly smell of chocolate escaping from it. Not wasting a minute she bit into it, without even trying to muffle the moan of pure extasy that escaped her mouth.

''Oh my God! That sounded so dirty!'' laughed Margaery finally paying attention to her surrounding. ''Have you seen this? The building on the other side of the road is going to be renovated.''

''What!'' exclaimed Sansa, ''No! That means I'm not gonna be able to sketch it for months! Damned be the scaffolds!''

''Holly mother of dragons! Have you got no real preocupations?'' screamed Margaery ''Why do you even have eyes if you don't know how to use them properly! Look!'' she pointed a delicately manicured finger at a group of men in the street. ''Construction workers! In May!''

''Yes, so?'' said Sansa, giving her friend a worried look.

''Ugh! You're just so slow sometimes! Don't you understand? A group of muscled men are going to work in front of your building for a few very hot months! Sweaty and shirtless men!''

''You're hopeless.''

''No, you are! C'mon Sansa! Even you can't resist to that kind of temptation!''

Sansa let out a sigh. She had came to know Margaery a few months earlier while she was at the old lady's apartement, helping her change some lightbulbs. The grand-daughter had showed up at that time and they had quickly become good friends. Sansa had even given her her spare key, which she used alomst every morning to visit her. It was another of Sansa's rituel. After her dancing session in her living room, she would make some tea and, on most days, wait for Margaery to bring pastries. Sometimes, Sansa couldn't understand her friend at all, but she supposed that them being so different was also what made them such good friends. At the moment though she just thought that Margaery only thought about men and sex. No that wasn't entirely true. She was also obsessed with clothes. Which was probably the reason why she was studying fashion design.

Temporarily abandoning her sketch, Sansa watched the construction workers who were progressively arriving in their trucks. After a while they started unpacking their equipment and securising the area. Margaery was regularly commenting on their looks, noting them and trying to imagine how 'equiped' every single one of them probably was. Sansa had resumed her sketching, now trying to draw the construction workers as fast as possible, drawing only the most important lines, progressively adding shadows. As often, she ended up so caught up in her work that she jumped when Margaery cried out of surprise, almost spitting her tea on her sketch paper.

''Now this one's the real deal!''

Sansa immediatly new who Margaery refering to. Readjusting her glasses on her nose, she bended over to have a better vision of the man. She had never seen anyone like that in real life. Even from far away, his height was impressive. He had really broad shoulders and an incredible musculature. He moved with what appeared to Sansa as an almost feline grace. She couldn't see his face, which was to far away an partly hidden by his helmet, but she had to admit that he was, as Margaery so subtly noticed 'a fine specimen'. When the so-called 'specimen' bended over to get a tool, neither of them were able to hold back a sigh.

''This is the most beautiful butt I've ever seen-and coming from me it does tell something!'' said a beaming Margaery. ''Mmmmmmmmh, I would totally bite those''

''Yeah…'' responded Sansa, chewing her lip dreamily ''Enough drooling for today! Marge! Get up! You should already be in class!''

''It was cancelled.''

''Well, I have to go!'' Sansa jumped on her feet and into her leather boots. ''Don't forget to close the door when you leave!''

''I won't do the dishes!''

''I know, bye darling!'' she finally screamed from the stairs

On the street, Sandor, busy settling barriers around what was going to be the renovation site, stopped to admire a fine looking bird coming out of the building across from him and walking away, her long and sexy legs almost as hypnotising as her butt, only covered by the thin fabric of her shorts.''I would totally bite those'' he thought to himself. Readjusting himself in his pants, his eyes followed the bird, admiring her fiery hair floating behind her has she hurried away from him.