Modern AU
CHRISTMASTIME
She won't come, you fool... Sandor shifts his weight from one foot to the other, scanning nervously the mass of families and couples that leave the subway exit where they have agreed to meet. He feels awkward, not fitting in with the happy people and silly colored lights that fill Wintertown during the holidays. He checks his watch again, rubs his hands to keep them warm and scans the crowd for the hundredth time. A flash of shiny auburn hair finally catches his attention. Hells, she looks so pretty that she seems some else's date. When their eyes meet across the crowd, she waves a gloved hand at him, smiles warmly, and rushes to him as if she were happy to see him too. Sansa apologizes for being late and they hesitated for a moment about what comes next, making clumsy approaches toward the other until she bursts out giggling at the situation and interlaces her arm with his as they begin to walk.
They talk as they walk quietly along the busy streets, and he watches spellbound the cold breath swirling around her lips when she smiles joyfully at his silly attempts to make her laugh. He has forgotten the Christmas carols, the lights, the people, the children playing on the snow; everything that isn't her. During their walk, her hand has slid slowly from his forearm to his wrist and he tingles at her touch. Sandor grabs her hand and tangles his fingers with hers. He peeks out of the corner of his eye to see that she blushes and grins while looking elsewhere but, as she doesn't release his hold, they keep walking; holding hands like two teenagers oblivious to the people around them. He isn't fully aware of what he's doing when he pulls her to him and surrounds her with his free arm. He doesn't know who makes the first move when they kiss, but they both are hungry for the other and are reluctant to stop, even without the excuse of mistletoe nearby.
Maybe Christmastime isn't so bad after all.