Sansa could not have told herself in that moment what had compelled her to kiss the Hound, but here stood with her lips placed delicately on his. He felt stiff under her touch and with each twitch she could feel the scars decorating the corner of his mouth. She began to feel awkward in the embrace as she slightly moved her head so their noses were no longer bumping together. He stood still as she lowered her feet back to the ground so she was no longer standing on her tip toes and took a hasty step back, the full knowledge of what she had done slowly seeping it's way inside her. She didn't see why people had considered that such a big deal, it didn't feel as special or as magical as it had been in those songs she had heard as a child. It was just flesh placed against flesh. Her shoulders slumped in disappointment as she truly realized everything she had believed growing up had really been a lie.

She could barely look him in the eye. He still stood still, unmoving, his eyes barely able to focus on her. He appeared as if she had struck him but she could see that he was deep in thought, processing their interaction similar to how she was. Stupidly, she felt a little insulted.

"I'm sorry, ser. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me." She spoke quietly focusing her gaze straight forward on the dented armor of his chest. The Hound was a large and imposing man, much larger than any other person Sansa knew besides the Mountain. Sansa stood tall for a lady but next to him, she felt as if she had shrunk down to the size of her sister. Yet, in that moment, she desired nothing more than to join the blowing dust on the floor and float off into the sky away from the Hound's demanding gaze.

Her eyes once more found his and in his gaze, she saw something similar to what she imagined a wolf would look like when eyeing it's helpless prey. His eyes alone were enough to tie her stomach in uncomfortable knots and fill her with an indescribable feeling, something she could only compare to the desire of throwing up and laughing simultaneously. He began to approach her once more and she backed up instinctually, fully aware there was no where to turn to escape him. He continued to advance on her until her back was placed flat against the stone wall behind her. She gasped at the impact and his eyes darted to her mouth momentarily before returning back to her eyes. His large hands traced up her side sending goosebumps in their wake. Her breathing had turned erratic as his fingers traced over her chest then stopped at her neck, his large hand wrapping around her neck.

"Ser, please let me go." She whimpered under his forceful gaze. She knew she could not escape the Hound, someone who could crush her with just the flick of his wrist or in her case, the tightening of his fingers. Using her remaining strength, she tore her eyes from his, his grasp on her neck tightening in response, not enough to hurt but enough for her to take notice of his strength over her.

"You won't look at me anymore, little bird? Do I scare you that much?" He growled against her, pressing harder into her body. She gasped as his armor bit into her skin and he laughed at her struggle.

Sansa was having difficulty breathing. Her mind was racing from his close proximity. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and the overwhelmingly tangy, bitter fragrance emitted from the cold metal of his armor. He won't hurt me. She focused her gaze once more on his breast plate reciting her meaningless words in her head.

"Look at me." He ground out from behind closed teeth. Impatiently, his rough fingers found her chin and pulled her eyes back to his. She could not believe this was happening, that the Hound had trapped her between him and a wall. More than that, she could not believe that just minutes ago, she had been the one to plant a kiss on his lips. All traces of the man she had seen before were gone. She focused on his good eye but could tell by his grunt and the sharper pain in her neck that he was once again displeased by her.

She knew that he wanted her fear and pain, no he didn't want it, he desired it. She could not understand why but he did. Perhaps, he simply was putting up his shield to protect himself from her. Or perhaps he was just like his brother and Sansa had completely misjudged him. In that moment, all hopes of finding the Hound on her side dissipated like mist around them. She was still staring into his cold eyes and she raised her hand from her side to place over his on her neck. She began to brush his fingers with her fingertips silently coaxing him to release her from his grasp.

"Please." She breathed. He watched her fingers trace over his with wordless intrigue.

"What did you think, girl?" He leaned closer to her, mouth twitching as he watched her pull back. "Did you think you could offer this dog a bone and he would serve you instead?" He laughed, throwing his head back as he did so as if the thought actually amused him.

"No, I wished to thank you and I thought that…" She began.

"What? You thought that that little nothing kiss would satisfy me?" He growled against her trailing his other hand up and down her arm. "If anything little bird, it's only made me want more." He whispered into her ear and she gasped loudly against the feel of his breath on her bare skin. He pulled back just enough to inspect her features and appeared delighted with whatever he found in her expression.

Sansa found herself reacting to the Hound's words. Her cheeks were growing red and her skin felt as if every nerve had been switched on. She could feel him everywhere, the vibration of his voice, the hand trailing up and down her arm, his legs pressing into hers, his eyes boring into hers. Thoughts began to become spurred in her mind. She imagined what it would feel like for him to kiss her neck, her ear, her chest, her nipples… She was horrified by her own thoughts but she could not shake them off. She had heard of ladies finding solace in a man's touch but from his kiss, she did not imagine these stories to be any more than just fiction.

Yet, she still could only think of his kiss on other parts of her body. Her lips parted on their own accord and she couldn't help the little pant that escaped from the deepest part of her being. She blushed and turned away, praying he hadn't heard whatever noise she had omitted.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say that my little bird was getting turned on." His voice spoke clearly but watching his face, he wavered momentarily obviously just as surprised as she was. She didn't know what she was feeling, she could not put a name to it. Her womansplace had begun to tingle and the sensation made her want something, no need something, but she didn't know what. "I'm going to kiss you, girl. A real kiss, not one of those stupid kisses those cunts in your songs sing about."

Unwilling excitement shot through her, her blood was pumping and her eyesight was fogging. She nodded. He let out a deep groan at her approval, but refused to budge. He disbelieved her own willingness. Sansa nodded more trying to convince him she wanted this, her mind was racing but her body was acting on it's own accord. It knew what she needed and so did the Hound. She wanted to feel whatever the Hound was going to offer her, she needed to. It might be the last time she would possibly feel anything good before whatever her future held for her snatched it away from her gripping fingertips.

He continued to watch her and she found herself growing impatient. He was going to back out. She suspected that he would not have figured her to be a willing participant in whatever was happening between them.

I want this. She wasn't aware if she was trying to convince herself or the Hound but it didn't matter, not when he was standing so close and not when every nerve in her body was screaming for his touch.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down once more into a kiss, pressing her lips much more firmly against his. He hesitated momentarily before releasing his hand round her neck and tucking it under her rump pulling her closer toward him. Finally giving in he kissing her back with such ferocity Sansa was taken aback by his urgency. His lips no longer felt stiff and she found a pleasant sensation occurred in her when he moved his lips against hers. She released a moan built up in her chest at the feeling of him. The vibration echoed between them both only spurring them further on.

Soon they found themselves clutching at each other, desperate to deepen the kiss and whatever was happening between them. Her eyes budged open when she felt the unexpected feeling of his tongue licking softly at her lips. No one had ever told her about kisses other than the simple pressing of lips to one another. Maybe those kisses were only from knights. The Hound had proven time after time he was no knight in her songs. As she gasped her surprise at his strange kiss, he took the opportunity to lightly trace her mouth with his tongue. Sansa could swear her heart would explode from behind her ribcage at any moment and worried momentarily that the Hound would be able to hear it. The fear that he would pull away at any moment to laugh at her forced her to tighten her grip on him.

Her worries were erased as he continued to taste her in the most delicious way. The new sensation caused her to momentarily lose feeling in her legs. She opened her mouth to his and the unexpected feeling of his tongue caressing hers exploded in her being. She tried to mimic his actions and brushed his tongue with hers cautiously.

I must seem like a stupid little girl. Any moment he will pull away from me and he will tell Joffrey and I will really be the Hound's bitch.

He only seemed to grow more excited at her timid responses to his touches. He pressed harder against her yet and took advantage of her vulnerable state to trace the underside of her left breast with his fingers. Her chest heaved against him, desperate for him to touch her more, to touch her with abandon. Never had she felt anything like this before or desired anything as much as she did in this moment. She hadn't even known people were capable of feeling whatever was taking over her body and mind in that moment. She moaned into his mouth and pressed harder against him, she needed friction, she needed harder contact with his body. She needed more of whatever he was giving her but she felt as if she couldn't swallow enough air.

She pulled away for a moment to take a deep breath and he growled looking down on her before placing his lips to her neck, kissing and biting at the delicate skin he found there. She moaned loudly at the unexpected way his mouth caressed her skin. She shuddered against him and instinctually bucked against him. The feel of something hard against her womansplace caused her eyes to widen in surprise as a shot of pure pleasure spread throughout her entire being. He groaned against her neck before trailing his mouth up to her ear and biting slightly. Sansa cried out at the pain and pleasure that built up together and continued to rock against him, chasing whatever was building inside her from her movements.

"I want more… please" She begged, digging her nails into the hair at the base of his neck and tugging slightly wishing him to feel the same pain that she felt.

"Fuck" He groaned against her ear before placing his mouth once more on hers and kissing her. His tongue invaded her mouth and she could barely keep up with his rapid pace, clinging to him desperately, scared that once he let go, she would lose all feeling in her body and this delicious feeling he was causing would disappear. Her womansplace felt hot, and a mysterious wetness was growing there with each touch of his body onto hers. She let out an impatient sound and bucked against him harder, eager to feel that same spark as when she had ground herself on him before.

He pulled away from her and she let out a disappointed groan. His eyes were dark and they seemed to reflect the same hunger towards her that she felt for him. Slowly, he brought his hand from around her ass and brought it forward so it was resting on her upper thigh.

His hand delicately lifted layer from layer of her dress until he reached her smallclothes. She was watching him through hooded lids and in that moment, she was sure that she would have done anything he asked if he could only touch her. "Please" She whispered. Whatever he was doing, she needed more. Every nerve in her body felt like it was drawn tight and she wanted to feel his fingers on her most private place.

His hand untied the strings of her smallclothes and crept inside. His fingers parted the curls of her womansplace before lightly tracing the wetness within. Sansa cried out at his touch and bucked hard against his probing fingers, seeking to relieve herself against him.

"You're so fucking wet for me." He sounded like a man starved and traced over her again, slightly harder this time. It felt as if every part of her was lit on fire by this scarred man. His fingers reached the top of her slit and began to strum at her. She could barely contain the sounds escaping her body. This was the most intense feeling she had ever felt before caused by the most unexpected of people. This was greater than any pain ever inflicted on her. He slowed his rhythm, placing only his thumb over that bundle of nerves that was bringing her such pleasure. While she was distracted, he used his middle finger to slip inside her body. It felt too large inside her and her body stretched around the massive digit painfully. She whimpered against his intrusion and he halted his movement. He gave her time to adjust before he started to move his finger inside her once more, circling his thumb harder and faster as he did so.

She was panting as he continued his onslaught on her body, every movement growing toward a more beautiful torture inside her. She could feel the pleasure rising in her body and she tensed as it grew and grew. Any moment whatever was building inside her would release. She gripped him with all her might. The Hound continued to stroke her clit with rough fingers and she tensed, finally exploding around his fingers and tightening around the one still inside of her. Her eyes found his as she rode out the bliss he had summoned in her. Her mouth was slightly open and the Hound continued to lightly circle her clit, allowing her to ride her orgasm out to it's full potential. He watched her unfold before him before kissing her once more, his tongue teasing her lips open to kiss her once more.

She lazily returned the kiss, licking his mouth with each stroke of her tongue. He pulled away and placed her on the ground. Pulling her dress down to cover her once more, he licked her off his fingers before turning around and walking away into the cool night air leaving Sansa with greater confusion than she had begun the day with.